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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀At times the job of mending clothes came with complications. Especially when there were mix-ups. A pair of Corps trousers with ripped open legs were laid out in her room that morning with a note saying she was to work on them. It was odd to her though; how could only the bottom part get so messed up in a battle? This puzzle had led her to question the other members about if they had only gotten one half of an outfit. They all shook their heads. Peculiar.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀It wasn't until she asked Naho, Kiyo and Sumi where she should go to clear things up that she was directed to Inosuke's room. They told the newcomer that this particular patient was still healing up, but he had a high tolerance for everything, including medicine, so he was more than likely awake and grumpy. With a confident smile. The girl entered; his torn up pants were draped over one arm.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀" Sorry to bother you, sir. I was wondering, did you need me to sew your jacket at all? I was only given these. "

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Nezuko held up the demolished fabric. She really hoped some unlucky Kakushi hadn't made only bottoms and given it to a Slayer. Then again, there was one among her division who enjoyed making—more revealing uniforms. She would have to apologize on their behalf and remedy it herself.

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@ilvaites asked:

eveery time u go on ur aouad blogs i have to resist the urge to give namra her bLOGGGGG

^ I'm Gwi-nam in this case chasing you down to influence you to give Nam-ra her blog -- coughs coughs COUGHS COUGHS!

[inkmimicry]

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Around the stump, the forest has gone greyscale. Color bleeds back in at the edges of the clearing, but in this little pocket, birdsong and rustling have all gone silent. The lean figure sitting against the stump is idly tuning his instrument, a match held between his lips.

"If you can see me," he drawls, "then you're lost in more ways than one, stranger."

[biitchcakes]

@danversiism 💖

Marvel Action Captain Marvel (2021) Marvel #1

Sam Maggs/Sweeney Boo

[justbelievinginmagic]

ariadne's thread ⎯ pt. 8: a green-eyed monster.

pairing(s): hyunjin x fem!reader, jisung x fem!reader, jisung & fem!reader, chan & fem!reader series summary: when tempted by an intoxicating offer by hyunjin the goblin king of the underground, you fight against him to find your own sense of self once more while in his labyrinth. glimpse: pulled from the depths of the direwoods, you are reunited with han & chris! outside the labyrinth walls together, you continue onwards on your quest until a green-eyed monster disrupts your journey. warnings/tags: inspired by the 1986' movie Labyrinth, follows majority of the movie's plot points with lore divergence, 3rd person POV, use of Y/N, faerie lore, world-building, pain, blood, explicit language, magic, Jisung is emotional constipated, J E A L O U S Y, hunger, mentions of food, heights, falling, betrayal, hyunjin’s going through it, lowkey obsession? lemme know if i need to tag anything else :) word count: 7.2k previous chapter <- -> next chapter series masterlist

“You’ve befriended the Beast-Hunter?” Jisung scolded, tugging her to the side with a harsh hand.

Chris stood steady at her side, stepping with her as he glared at Jisung solidly. There was a tension she could feel bubbling in the air like carbonation in a soda pop. Like a firecracker’s rope-like tail sizzling with flames but not yet sent into the sky. There was an itching under Chris’ skin to protect – to do what he hadn’t been able to do earlier.

“Chris was in trouble, and I helped him,” Y/N defended easily.

The Beast-Hunter nodded firmly; his brows furrowed in a way that looked defensive. Jisung forced a fanged-smile at the man as he scooted himself and the Runner away from the other again, a mimicry of privacy on this open cobble-stoned road.

Chris shifted his feet side to side, watching after them carefully but not moving any closer this time. She offered Chris a genuine reassuring smile, as if to say one moment, before turning fully to look at the poutful fae man in front of her.

“How could a Troll like him be in danger?” Jisung muttered under his breath. His brows were upturn, the image of despair and worry. “You could’ve been crushed by him. Or he could’ve clawed your throat out.” He hadn’t let go of her arm, holding her close as he muttered.

Strange, the flare of protectiveness in him. It burned like coals on the back of his neck. He imagined Chris’ claws, his troll-like side coming out. Rocks tumbling on the Runner and trembled. The fae man wasn’t used to this. He had been so alone for so long, thinking only of himself but now… He saw the smear of blood and dirt on her face, the brushed away rune of ‘mine’ on her cheek taunting him.

The Runner didn’t push herself out of his grasp despite the distrust bubbling up in her stomach. Frustration written out in her face with the purse of her brow, the firm of her lips.

“He won’t hurt me, or you,” she reassured, shaking her head confidently. Out of everyone, she trusted Chris the most so far. He hadn’t abandoned her, a bittered voice reminded in the depths of her mind.

“Chan is a literal hunter, Y/N. I’m not just making accusations. It’s in his soul.” he whispered. “He could be lying to you!”

“And what about you, Lord Han?” she bit back, her words just as whispered.

Chris looked away from them awkwardly; the entire scenario a bit too much like a couple fighting or mom-and-dad arguing in front of their child. His gaze instead was enraptured by the creatures floating from the nearby darkness of the Direwoods. Odd butterfly yet jelly-fish like creatures swam through the air like it was water; tendrils of bio-luminescence trailed behind them as they danced around the Beast-Hunter. Swirls of azure, magenta, and emerald dust hung in the air like stars left behind by the creatures.

His grey eyes followed after each one with amusement until one jelly-fly swooped down into a dive to rest on his broad-scarred nose. He giggled softly, letting the creature rest for a moment.

“Lord Han has nothing to do with this,” Jisung whispered back in the meanwhile. His hand dropped from her arm.

“Really?” The Runner scoffed. “It sounds like a big thing! A thing you kept from me.”

“You never asked how I knew the King,” he retorted like a brat.

“Han,” she scolded, loudly now.

Did she have to ask everything to get an answer? She wouldn’t assume they knew one another to that extent. A man stuck on the outskirts of the desert was a lord? It didn’t even cross her mind.

He winced with the jump in volume. “Well, you didn’t,” he insisted.

“Friendship is supposed to be a two-way street,” she replied. “I shouldn’t have to ask if you are something to be feared when we are working together. With the same goal. Are we friends? I thought we were – you aren’t working for the King, are you?” Her words sounded less confident. “You said—” she trailed off.

Lord implies royalty. Royalty down here implies the King. A Goblin court sounded important, exclusive, and most importantly, his. Hyunjin and Jisung’s interaction flashed through her mind in a whirl of cellophane memories – was he truly cruel to Jisung? Was it all a façade like many things in this place? Her eyes flashed to meet Jisung’s, pleading with him to tell the truth of his own. On his own.

Jisung’s face was purple-tinted as he blushed. Sweat clung to the back of his hair; his scaled skin there itched. He swallowed; his tongue was heavy like lead.

“It’s not like that,” he argued, shaking his head. His head whirled as he felt the lead feeling grow, a metallic taste clinging to his teeth and making his jaw ache.

She raised a brow.

“I’m--- it’s not like that,” he insisted again. “I haven’t been called a lord in a long, long time. I-I wasn’t even really a lord. It’s just a title.”

“Han. . . “ she huffed out.

“I’m not a lord anymore I promise. I am not a Lord under the King’s court anymore.”

“You got to admit, its sus–”

He covered his face, frustratedly, as he let out a whiney sigh. The way his face ached only made his panic surge like fire-fed kindling. His breathing escalated as he shut his eyes for a moment. He wasn’t lying; he wasn’t answering her question; he wasn’t. Those thoughts circled in his head like a carousel as he took a breath, fast and hurried. The way ancient magic twisted through the fae DNA was a wicked thing – the way its rules clung to his blood and bone was frightening to him.

I’m not lying. Not lying. So why did it feel like it?

“I know—I know it looks bad.” He soothed her through quick words. “I’m your friend, just – trust me?”

There was a beat as she stepped closer and reached for his hands that covered his face, a face that was a purple-blushed color. Of embarrassment. His eyes wide as he met her gaze. 

This was coming from the man who had left her behind twice. The same man who said he’d lead her to the beginning to Hyunjin. But, also the man who helped her multiple times in the Labyrinth. The same man she declared to be a friend. The same man who had just saved her from the Direwoods, who had sat and hugged her like she would disappear, who tended to her wounds with a gentleness.

That was no little thing.

Her hands were warm against his skin; his blush-lavender skin was cool to the touch, almost like the chill of metal. He breathed out shakily at the gentle touch.

“Be honest with me. Please?” She asked softly. The tone different than when they were speaking hushedly before. It was quiet and gentle. Vulnerable.

His eyes widened even more and his lips shifted a few times as if phrasing words he couldn’t say. He looked at her despairingly weak. His head in her hands. Humans weren’t supposed to be powerful, yet here she was.

“Please.” The Runner whispered. “Be honest with me.”

Her eyes looked so… bewitching. Both vulnerable, pleading, yet in control. Gentle yet serious. A begging for him, not her. Not in a way where she needed to be saved or reassured though. It was odd how he felt like he needed to be saved, reassured, something. He felt bad. He felt it deep in his stomach. Like he was doing something wrong if he didn’t tell her.

The lie-sticky tongue, the lead-heavied mouth. He swallowed it down, and it settled in the pit of his stomach, only making him feel worse. But he could speak. Honesty. He breathed as he tried to think of what was honest and what wasn’t. What could he tell the Runner and what could he not.

“It’s—okay,” he tilted his head up, rubbing his eyes. His hands pushed hers aside gently, freeing himself from her grasp.

“The King and I used to be friends. I used to be his Gentleman-in-Waiting.”

Her eyes widened.

“What?” she squawked.

“It was like over fifty years ago now,” he muttered out, hand going to scratch at the scales on the back of his neck. “It’s not that important I promise!”

“Han!” she hit at his arm.

“Its really not.” He defended. “We aren’t friends anymore. I’m no longer his Gentleman-in-Waiting after I—well, I may have ridiculed him.” He admitted.

She hit his arm again.

“Owww!” he whined, hand going to bicep. He rubbed it up and down. “Stop that.”

“What do you mean ridicule him?” she gasped.

Jisung’s eyes looked away. “I just--- I did something. We were playing a game and we disagreed.” Well, Hyunjin disagreed. He remembered the ancient playing cards being thrown aside. Hyunjin’s hair bleeding into a raven-black in his rage. He was dancing about the truth; his metaphorical cards shuffled about in his fingers. He fiddled with her bracelet on his wrist.

“You and him had a fight?” she inferred. “No wonder he seemed so cruel to you. And no wonder he hated that I was paired up with you. What else happened?”

Jisung’s face was consumed by a pout now; brow upturn like a kicked puppy. “I don’t want to talk about it – it doesn’t matter! It doesn’t affect you.”

“What if it does? Please – “, he placed a hand over her mouth.

“It won’t; we are separate things to him,” he reassured. “I am nothing to the King now. You… are everything.”

The way his tongue didn’t taste of iron made his heart ache. He believed it. He believed that the Runner was important – not only that, that Hyunjin had taken an interest. Hyunjin had never been so invested in a Runner. Not when he was of court at least. The Prince would often ignore the Runner’s Challenge. But now, the heavy fruit in his satchel was a reminder of this new truth.

The Runner sighed out, her hot breath against his clammy skin felt like fire. She reached up to pry his hand away from her mouth with ease. Her eyes looked away from his for once; it felt like an ill-won reward to his guilt.

Okay, so she had the King’s Beast-Hunter and the King’s once-upon-a-time best friend as her companions. . . great. Not complicated at all. She sighed out again, hands going through her own locks to tug at her scalp.

“Listen, I know you’re angry.” Jisung started.

“I’m not angry,” Y/N interrupted. “I just—it’d been helpful to know. Because, despite what you think, Han, friendships are important.”

Her friendship was important. She valued him. Valued his words. Valued his thoughts. Him.

His friendship therefore was important. He had valued him. He did value him. His words. His thoughts. As his.

He frowned, deflating a bit as he watched her tighten a bandage he placed around her arm before turning to look towards Chris.

The Beast-Hunter looked back at her as if he was called to her by simply her gaze. The butterfly-esque creature fluttered on his nose and left in a bio-luminscent whirl. A smile came to her lips at that, bittersweet to Jisung’s eyes.

“Chris, let’s go.”

The dark-haired Beast-Hunter smiled a grin. “Coming, Y/N!”

Jisung felt the fear creeping, a feeling he had felt far too often in his long life. Memories of Hyunjin’s cruel gaze turning his way as he banished him away – he feared that when she turned that the Runner’s eyes would carry that gleam.

When she gazed at him, he held his breath.

“Are you joining me?” she asked Jisung.

The air sucked out of his lungs as he watched her. Drenched in rubied iron-blood, her face tired and yet somehow glowing from the candlelight above them. Her eyes held no cruelty – exhaustion, carefulness, but they were still kind. She was still kind to him. He didn’t know how to handle it except that it lit a flame beneath his skin like a roar of a Dragon’s flame.

She was a force of nature. She was changing from the Labyrinth, but unlike a Changeling, she was evolving with her humanity rather than abandoning it. And Jisung liked it.

“Y-Yeah.” He bumbled. “We can go this way.” He encouraged; hand outstretched towards the path he remembered would lead them towards the Castle.

She smiled at him, and it was holy.

The fruit in his satchel was heavier.

Jisung led the way, flickering eyes checking that they were following every few moments. He didn’t trust the Beast Hunter. Even with his gentle way of handling the Runner, he felt the acrid burn in his throat.

It didn’t make sense. The troll-fae with sawed-off horns, torn skin from brutal attacks, and chipped fangs from battles. . . yet he seemed innocent. There was wonder in his eyes; he didn’t slash the creatures down in front of him. He spoke to Y/N with a softness. A warmth Jisung envied. It would’ve made the lesser-goblin laugh in other situations. Hells, Chris still wore the iron-shackles of the King’s knights around his neck. Like a trophy. Jisung knew how the iron burned a lowly fae; he knew if he reached out to grasp the chains he’d feel the sear of pain.

How could he bear it? No.  

No, if anything, Jisung knew that Chris was not an innocent.

He was not an innocent.

No way.

The curl in his gut had to be right. (The taste of jealousy was sour and drawing.)

“Stupid troll,” Jisung muttered as he pushed branches aside.

“Don’t be mean,” the Runner chided, ducking beneath the branches he had moved aside.

Jisung let the branches flick back into Chris’ face with a thwack. The Beast-Hunter grunted out, a strong arm raising to block the hit.

“Jisung,” she scolded, his true name coming to her lips in a sharp thwack of her own.

Jisung simmered in his emotions; lava-hot in the pit of his stomach as he walked ahead of them. A hand rubbed at her bracelet on his wrist once more, rolling the beads and charms in between anxious fingertips.

The path ahead was lined with curling weeping willows, trapping them in by makeshift branch-walls. Skeleton-esque finger-like branches reached out blocking their way. A wind would rustle them every now and then making the trees feel alive. She was glad to remain on the given path for now. She didn’t really want to climb or run through muck and mud again. Her body hadn’t ached so much in ages. She wanted to fall into a bed and sleep for ages.

On top of that, she was growing hungry. Her stomach grumbled loudly as they walked along. She wondered how many hours had gone by. It felt like more than 13 hours had passed. And it wouldn’t surprise her if it wasn’t fair. Nothing down here was what it seems. Hours could be minutes, moments, or ages.

“So, you are a troll fae?” the Runner queried to the ever-on-her-heels Beast-Hunter. “I met a few; they didn’t look like you.”

Chris hadn’t left her side, hulking through the branches without flinching. When she could she tried to leave the path clear, pushing sharpened foliage with an arm, but Chris was larger than her. He’d bend down and pass through her openings but, at some point, he began to just barrel through.

He was hypervigilant, just as Jisung was (with a hand on his dagger’s hilt.) Looking this way and that with careful stony eyes. He looked at her, eyes widening as she spoke. He looked at her with a careful awe, smiling at her words.

“Yeah,” he crowed out, his Australian-esque accent curling around the word. “I’d look a bit different. I’m a troll-fae from your realm.”

“My realm?” she paused in her step.

Chris kept walking onwards, but slowed his steps and faced her as he continued on.

“Yeah, all original trolls hail from the human realm. Cursed to wander only in the dark of night or else we’re turned to stone,” he recited. He snorted shaking his head. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen the human realm or had to worry about that rule.”

The Runner blinked, surprised to find out that not all fae were original to the Labyrinth. How did he end up here? Was everyone a transplant?

“How did you end up here in the Labyrinth?” she asked. “The only trolls I’ve seen… er, met, were in the oubliette. And, uh, stone.” She added awkwardly.

Chris’s grey eyes turned stormy-dark. Not like Hyunjin’s storm blue eyes. It felt like they grew heavy in his head, dull.

“It’s not a fun story, Y/N.” he admitted quietly. “I—I don’t like talking about it.” A hand rose to rub the hair at the nape of his neck.

There was a rock in the middle of the road, as if thrown there from the nearby wall of the Labyrinth. It was chunky, made of cemented different rocks of all shades and sizes. There was the ever-present sparkle of magic-remnant in its core. The group walked around it easily.

“Oh,” she muttered. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he hummed out, accent warming as he kicked a pebble and watched it roll with a gleam in his eye. “I was really little when I was in the human realm. All trolls now live on the outskirts of the Shadow of the Castle, beyond the Goblin City – there is a mire there. That’s where I lived with my mother until I had to train.”

She could imagine a damp-wetlands beyond the desert sea, beyond tangled criss crossing pathways, beyond the rot of the Labyrinth. She could smell salt-water of a murky bog, taste it on her lips.

“How did you become the Beast-Hunter?” she asked instead.

“Its less of a title and more of a being, Y/N,” Jisung called behind his shoulder. “His father was the Beast-Hunter; Chan is the Beast-Hunter; his offspring will be the Beast-Hunter.”

She remembered Chris saying that – she simply thought it was pride. He was the best she had thought. She squinted her brows wondering how that worked. Was it, like, a bloodline? Like royalty?

Chris nodded solemnly. “He’s right,” he confirmed. “Woven by ancient magic; it’s my duty to the Goblin King. My family’s duty forevermore to be their Hunter.”

Interesting was all she could think as she dodged a scratchy piece of foliage with sharpened red thorns. More bushes began to decorate the sides of the path. Most were dry, dead things in shades of umber, tan, and rotting green. Other had the flicker of life, magic-remnant sparkling in the candlelight of the nearby maze. Small flowers of red burst forth on their branches.

“If you’re a troll, what is Han?” she asked then glancing over at Jisung. His hand tossed a pretty dagger up into the air, catching it easily and swiftly as he glanced around them, cautiously. Nervous. Always so goddamn nervous.

“Him. . . “ Chris glanced back at the other with a tilt to his head. His pouty lips quirked. “He looks common-blooded? A lesser-goblin?” he offered, eyes squinting a bit.

“Rude to talk about blood lines,” Jisung reminded over his shoulder, tutting.

“Is a troll common-blooded?” she grunted, ignoring the other’s scold as she climbed over a root in the middle of the road.

Chris’s laughter was bubbling like a water’s brook meeting a swamp as he shook his head. “No way!” he giggled as if she had said a very funny joke.

“What is a troll-fae then?” she countered, smiling a bit despite being wrong.

“We are strong for one. We are valued for our magic’s strength, our strong will, and our strong fighting abilities. We are seen as loyal,” He explained.

“Guard dogs – brutes – hunters with no remorse,” Jisung mumbled under his breath as he began to scale a large boulder-esque chunk of cobblestoned wall in the way of the road. It made a divot in the path, scattered brink littered everywhere.

Looking to the side, Y/N saw the Labyrinth wall closest to her look full and well. So how did this end up here? With small grunts, he managed to uproot himself to the top of the thing before he turned and offered his hand to Y/N.

“C’mon.”

Grabbing his hand, she was hoisted up as well. It hurt a bit as she was tugged against rough rock but Chris soon swept under her to push her the rest of the way up. Jisung gave her a brief once-over, dark jewel-toned eyes careful over her form. The unfamiliar feeling bubbled up like lava in his heart.

She huffed out a breath as she got her footing, standing with Jisung. But, of course, Jisung turned his back to Chris.

“Jisung,” she couldn’t help but scold, his true name slipping out in her frustration. He paused in his step, glancing down at her like a kicked puppy. But he didn’t say a word, only pouted with those raspberry-bitten lips. Petulant.

The Runner turned and offered her hand to the lone troll-fae below.

“Here,” she encouraged.

She doubted she could pull him up by herself (he was all muscle and broadness), but she could try. She refused to leave him behind. Han watched from the sidelines, eyeing as she squatted and waited. (Too kind, too kind, too kind.)

The bulky man smiled at her, waving her off with blushed lavender cheeks.  

“I can handle this; you and Lor- Han jump down to the other side.” Chris insisted.

Brows crinkled.

“You’re sure?” she queried, doubt in her voice.

Chris nodded solidly.

“C’mon, the Beast-Hunter says he’ll be fine; he’ll be fine,” Jisung tugged her arm, firm fingers pulling her attention away. “You’ve got a time limit, remember?” There was an urgency in his tone despite his almost bratty look on his face.

Nodding slowly, the Runner rose ‘til she was standing.

“Okay,” she murmured.

The pair scaled the cracks and curves of the large boulder until they finally saw the road on the other side. Jisung jumped first, landing with a thud before he turned and looked up to the Runner. Encouraging with a hand out.

She leapt, stumbling on the uneven brick. The shock absorbed into her body unpleasantly, springing up her shins with an ache.

“Good?” Jisung murmured under his breath. His hands wrapped around her arms steadingly– he must’ve tried to catch the Runner in her stumble. Looking up at him with a slight grimace, she nodded. Her eyes burned with a pain but she blinked through it and nodded again. Jisung squeezed her arms reassuringly before taking a step back.

He hated seeing her hurt he realized. His ribs ached as he took a shaky breath in. Despair and worry crawled in his veins like maggots. He couldn’t imagine her going through the change – the look of independence in her eyes dulling until they’re fogged by the Change. Jisung had seen it happen over and over again. Would she be a cognizant Changeling…? He couldn’t see her falling to the darker Threads of the Change. Fur and tooth and nail wouldn’t become her – and surely the King didn’t want a goblette. The deal wasn’t something like that. Would she be forgetful? Would she be obedient? Would she be lost in a dreamscape?

 She turned her back to the common-fae to look at the rock. Looking for Chris over the crown of the rock remains in front of them.

“Just wait,” Jisung muttered, rolling his eyes out of her sight.

There was a rumble. Low and humming. It grew slowly, louder and louder until she could see the boulder in front of them begin to tremble with the frequency. Her eyes widened in surprise, taking a tentative step backwards in preparation. Jisung’s hand slid down her arm, slow, soothing, until he grasped her hand in his. The Runner tore her gaze from the rock for a moment to look at her companion.

Jisung didn’t look stressed. In fact, he looked almost bored. His chin gestured to the rock once more when he caught her gaze. The rock’s trembling was almost palpable until with a loud BOOM. The rock cracked. In half, cleanly. Revealing, a bashful Chris who smiled amongst the dust and magic-remnant particles floating through the air.

Y/N’s mouth parted into a little ‘o’; her eyes wide in surprise.

“Hey!” he crowed, easily climbing through the rock they had scaled.

“You had to show off rather than just doing that in the first place?” Jisung scolded lightly, turning away from the fae man. He didn’t let go of the Runner’s hand, forcing her to turn her body slightly.

Chris huffed, the dust clinging to his curls pillowing up into a cloud as he shook his head, almost dog-like. “I wasn’t showing off,” he argued. His eyes shifted back onto the Runner. “Much.” He admitted with a laugh in his voice.

It made the Runner laugh, his tone so light hearted and comfortable, it encouraged her to do the same. Jisung’s fingers clung to her tighter.

“So, you can break things?” she confirmed.

“No, no,” Jisung interrupted her.

“Rock – anything made of earth, I can manipulate.” Chris interrupted Jisung’s interruption. “Trolls and stone come from the same Thread.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah, you thought they became stone just ‘cause?” Chris continued, teasingly.

She shook her head lightly, not exactly scolding and not exactly answering his question. “We’ve got to keep going… cool trick.” She admitted as they turned their backs on the broken slab of rock.

The Runner didn’t look to see how Chris preened, rubbing the back of neck and fluffing the hair there. Jisung glared at him.

The trio walked along once more. Rather than a Labyrinth of walls, she swore they were on an endless cobblestone path. It reminded her of the Wizard of Oz, another favorite of her childhood. The bricks beneath her feet made her muscles ache; the pattern becoming sloppier and sloppier as they twisted this way and that through a forest.

It was a while later when her stomach growled and grumbled again. The low pain of her hunger was hard to ignore when there was nothing around them

“Keep an eye out for anything that could be food,” she commented casually.

Around them the bushes were fairly bare, dry and desolate pushed against the wall of the Labyrinth and the cliffside of the Direwoods’ darkness.

“You’re hungry?” Chris queried from behind her.

They had taken up a line sort of arrangement – Jisung led, the Runner followed, and Chris kept watch from the rear. She looked back at him with a gentle smile.

She nodded. “It feels like I’ve been here for days rather than hours. I think its magic.”

“Or the fact you’ve been beaten up so badly,” Chris said, frowning at her wounds.

“Or that,” she chuckled, stretching her limbs until they cracked a bit. Her entire body still ached. What she wouldn’t do for a moment to rest.

Jisung was quiet; the fruit in his satchel heavy as it swayed on his belt. He could give her the fruit Hyunjin gave him. But. . . he didn’t know what would happen. Probably nothing good.

“There’s got to be some berries around here,” Chris reassured, looking to the brush off the path. He took on a sort of prowl as he looked through the bushes with careful eyes.

It was odd how suddenly there were more and more fruit on the bushes as they continued to trek onwards – as if the Labyrinth heard her request. Berries of different colors, shapes, and sizes decorated some of the prickly looking bushes. To her human mind, the thorns warned of danger. But Chris reached out and plucked one from the bushel, humming low.

“How about—” Chris couldn’t even finish his sentence before the once Gentleman-In-Waiting piped up, head snapping to look at the fruit in the other’s fingers.

“No, no, humans eat different things,” Jisung argued, stopping in his tracks, and turning to the Beast-Hunter. “Those berries might poison her.”

“I was going to give her berries we could eat,” Chris retorted, squishing the berry in between his fingertips with a splurt. Deep magenta stained his fingers like blood. Jisung took a few steps off the road to examine the berry the other had plucked with careful eyes. The flesh of the berry was tossed to the barren ground as Chris rose his fingers to his nose, sniffing deeply before wrinkling his nose and rubbing the thick juice on his trousers.  

“Humans and fae aren’t the same. She’s all iron-blood and squish.” Jisung continued, prodding at the Beast-Hunter’s tough arm childishly as if to make a point.

“Hey, its alright. We can look later. I just wanted to mention it,” the Runner soothed, stepping off the path to join the two. The two men paused in their mutterings and bickerings.

“This is probably another one of his tests,” she said, looking over the bushes she didn’t remember having berries moments ago. If they had been there, wouldn’t she had noticed? There were sparkling in the candlelight of the nearby Labyrinth walls.

Jisung hummed in agreement; the Beast-Hunter following his lead after a moment.

“Maybe,” Chris murmured. “Is he that cruel?”

“I’m not sure,” she admitted. “But its strange to be around all of these berries suddenly.”  

Jisung glanced about. The fruit were dusted in magic; not like the fruit he carried in his satchel. It felt heavier by the moment. He licked his lips.

“Yeah,” the Beast Hunter murmured.

“Let’s just get back on track – Jisung, you know the entrance to the Labyrinth, right?” she asked. “Its close?”

She hoped it was. She hoped she was growing closer. As she turned to look back where they were headed, the world around them had shifted. The walls of the Labyrinth were closer than before (she could reach out and touch it) – the path they had been on gone and replaced by a dirt road.

An entrance stared at them – literally. A stoney face of granite glared down from above the doorway. Cursed troll, forced to bear the weight of the archway. Forevermore.

“Yeah,” Jisung muttered. Pointing at the nearby entrance obviously.

It wasn’t like the original entrance with its grand gate. No, this was an open archway with the statuesque face staring at them with old deep eyes. Strange how a rock could bear such humanistic eyes.

“Beware.” The troll-stone murmured, the cracking of stone thundering and grating. “Nothing is as it seems.”

The Runner couldn’t stop the scoff that left her throat as she walked forwards, approaching the entry. It was the dumbest advice to give. She knew that. The Labyrinth was always full of surprises.

“Thanks,” she mumbled nonetheless as she, and the duo behind her, re-entered the Labyrinth walls. Stairwells on either side of her trapped them in. Turning around the entry was gone, and they were stuck in the brick-walls once more.

“Which way?” she wondered briefly.

“Right or left?” Jisung countered, boba-big eyes looking one way and then the other.

“Right’s always right,” she teased before arbitrarily moving towards the right stairwell and climbing the stairs.

It wasn’t endless stairs luckily (Y/N would rather die than attempt that.) In no time they were high above the Labyrinth walls, on a catwalk of sorts with turrets and well-walked cobblestone floors. Looking down upon the maze, the view was beautiful. She could look down into the gardens, the courtyards, the twisting paths of the Labyrinth, all casted in a golden hue of candlelight. The castle was in front of her, far as ever. But Y/N knew it was not to be believed. One couldn’t truly trust their eyes here.

Continuing onwards, the elevated walk way, a guard rampart she noted, bore things she didn’t think she’d walk past. Abandoned weapons of wood and copper. Things rusted from the cold wet air of the cave. Cannons and cannon balls made of what looked like plant matter rather than cement. This was clearly a wall walk – a part of the Labyrinth guards would utilize in battle surely. It had turret openings covered in soot and dust; portions of the rock blown to bits from what looked like gun fire.

It was odd she was allowed her she noted. Looking far below, she saw guards patrol the maze below. The trio kept close to the exterior wall.  

“Are there other kingdoms beyond the Goblin Castle and the Labyrinth?” Y/N queried, tone low, glancing over to Jisung first and then Chris. Both would know… with their familiarity with the King.

This didn’t look like age or rot; this looked like a battle.

Jisung was rounding around a large chunk of the destroyed rampart wall as her question reached his ears. His eyes widened as he swallowed.

“There are,” Chris answered quietly. “The Underground is vast.”

“The Goblin Kingdom is by far the most protected.” Jisung added almost as if defending Hyunjin.

The Runner snorted. “Yeah, with all of this,” she gestured around them. “It’s hard to get to the Castle in the first place with its tricks.”

“That and there is power in numbers,” Jisung commented. “The Goblin King had a large military from guards to knights to generals of war.

How many of those numbers were wish-stolen? Were they Changeling Goblins? Would she be one of the numbers soon? It made a shiver go down her spine.

They finally had braved the more destroyed parts of the watch-tower walls. The walk along the wall was simple, unlike the twisting and turning of the maze below.

“Where are the guards up here?” she wondered aloud as they walked along. “They are all down below.”

Chris’ brows rose in surprise, glancing at the nearby watchtower. It was empty despite its golden glow of the torch flame atop its roof.

“No need to guard anything near the Direwoods,” he said.

“The Sluagh would take care of them,” Jisung agreed, speeding up to walk beside the Runner.

The unending prodding in his skull was irritating. Give her the fruit, give her the fruit, give it to her. It was beyond himself, a voice that sounded too much like Hyunjin for him to be confident the King wasn’t in his head. The peach in his satchel hit against his thigh with every step. Taunting.

“You alright, Y/N?” Chris’ voice tore Jisung from his thoughts, looking over at Y/N. Her lips were pressed into a thin line, her gaze unfocused for a moment. His hand shot out instinctively, grasping her arm.

The Runner wasn’t certain what came over her. Dizziness, her stomach cramping, her head pulsing. Maybe it was the stress, the injuries that ached around her body, catching up to her. But wasn’t the Labyrinth supposed to ensure she wouldn’t die?

Not ensure she wouldn’t suffer she supposed.

Jisung’s hand on her arm made a ghost of a smile come to her lips. Chris followed up behind her, coming to her side with concerned grey eyes and a firm lip.

“I’m okay,” she told them. “I think it’s just, well, everything.” Both hands reached for her companion’s hands giving them a gentle squeeze.

“The first edible thing I see, you’re eating – and drinking! The moment we see good water,” Chris promised. He took protecting her seriously – even if he had failed with the fall into the Direwoods.

She smiled fondly. “Sounds like a plan.” She agreed. “Any food will do.”

Jisung felt like the world was mocking him at this point. Swallowing, he looked over her face. The ashen sweat that lingered on her brow made him concerned. Him! Concerned! What were these feelings? What if the peach was really alright? What if it was to help the Runner? A present of honest and truth?

No, Hyunjin wasn’t ever so kind.

But look at her. . .

She needed something.

Jisung’s free hand shifted to the satchel at his waist, tugging at its drawstrings. Fingertips brushed across the fruit’s firm skin. It was still unblemished, perfectly ripe with its lush orange-red hues watercolor-painted across its surface. The most perfect peach if there ever was one. His fingers curled around it tighter as he pulled it from the purse.

He rolled it between his palm for a moment. A heat danced over his neck, making him sweat as he lifted it up and towards the Runner.

With shut eyes, Jisung whispered. “Here, try this.” Revealing it with a heavy heart.

“Is that a peach?” the Runner inquired, glancing over. Wide eyes in surprise. Her mouth watered at its sight. “It looks perfect. You’ve had this the entire time?”

He forced a smile, a fanged grimace. “Y-Yeah.” The taste of iron ached to bite at his tongue as he tried to say that he forgot. He hadn’t. It had been on his mind since they had reunited. He had to give this peach. He had to.

“Why didn’t you mention it before?” Chris argued from her side. Face scrunching in disappointment and anger.

“I-I,” Jisung spluttered, unable to force a lie through his lips without the blood-iron taste filling his mouth. There was no way to answer him.

But the Runner, kind soul she was, squeezed Chris’ large hand and smiled.

“Its okay; I’m sure he forgot and got scared to mention it,” it was a tease but it was still her excusing him. Even with her ill-state. Her eyes were gentle as they settled back on Jisung. He felt a wave of guilt at the sight of her kindness.

She wasn’t a fae that was sure. Too kind, too sweet.

He offered a strained smile her way. He was too soft.

“You’re a life-safer, Han,” she hummed gratefully as she leaned forward to press a kiss to his cheek, friendly and grateful. “Thank y-“ A crash of lightning interrupted her words.

Their necks snapped to the sound; there was a rumble unlike the rumble of Chris’ powers. It felt stronger as the earth began to tremble in a sort of earthquake. Turbulent and rough as she gripped onto Jisung’s arm. He squeezed the fruit; it didn’t dimple under his brute strength.

His eyes were panicked, breath caught as the literal brickwork around them began to crumble into nothing. Like they had never been there to begin with. It was like reality was unraveling.

“W-Wait,” Jisung mumbled as he pushed at her, trying to move them from their spots. Push her away if anything. But he was unable to; his limbs cement heavy. The birds stopped chirping; the world chilled to a freezing temperature. His eyes bulged out as he stared at the Castle in his locked vision. Hyunjin. Hyunjin!  

“I warned you,” Hyunjin’s voice was heard like a whisper on the wind. Angered, petulant, venomous.

He was falling, falling, falling. The abyss below was dark and uncertain like a gaping maw of a monster. He felt her skin graze his, nails and finger tips digging into his arms as she tried to grasp onto him as Jisung fell through the once-there floor.

“Jisung!” The Runner screeched as she reached out for him into oblivion.

Deep in his Castle, there laid a true throne made of something ancient and magic. Far from his subjects’ chatter, it was locked behind iron lock and key. Inside was dark stone, cool as ice. The lone throne sat defying gravity as it hovered. Shimmering tendrils of the night sky made solid, like a slab of carved obsidian was carved into a high-backed throne. Stars reflected from its surface and magic hummed from deep within occasionally making blooms of red, blues, and greens dancing underneath the polished throne. It felt like a living thing, contained magic only for the King to revel in.

The coolness of the jewel-type surface typically soothed Hyunjin, but in the moment it burned like the icy depths of space. His form curled under himself, barren feet pressed firm on the seat of the throne as he hunched, monstrously, over his magic orbs.

His face was one of brutality, deep-ocean black eyes locked onto his magical bauble. The image of kiss was burned into his mind as reality bent to his will within the bubble, far off in his Labyrinth. He felt each stone fall away from reality, disappearing into shards of being, so Jisung couldn’t even grasp onto anything. Constraining the fae so he couldn’t move. His subjects were his to command and, in this moment, he used it to his full cosmic power.

Soft lips pressed against soft cheeks. Jisung’s wide eyes of surprise. The blush of rush. Her genuine gratefulness. Her gentleness. Her.

Her. Her. Her. Kissing him. Him. Him. Not Hyunjin. Him. She kissed him.

Jealousy wasn’t Hyunjin’s friend – even when it came to a simple kiss upon a cheek.

No, jealousy for a spoilt King showed itself in its ugliness. It carved down his cheeks in golden streaks of tears. His hair plastered against his honeyed sweat-slicked skin. Blood-shot eyes as he snarled wordlessly at the bauble. The room buzzed with electricity and a taste of bitter ozone as he felt the bite of envy.

She hadn’t looked at him like that. When he’d fought the world for her; manipulated time, manipulated his domain, everything for her. She wanted a hero. He was that for her – why couldn’t she see it?

Her eyes had gleamed. Her lips were sweet petal roses, curling so gentle into a smile she hadn’t given him before. His chest ached. Fingers curled, sharpened iron-tipped nails with rings and jewels dug into his palm. 

Hyunjin let out a laugh as he felt the pain prick through him. His gaze finally leaving the bubble to see ichor of purple dripping to the Castle’s floor, painting it a royal blood. When was the last time he bled? Here was bleeding for a mere mortal – a soul he was going to steal and change and meld into a goblin of his own.

His breathing was wild as his gaze shifted to look between the darkening strands of hair. His blonde waves darkening into the black of a raven. The color leeched out slowly until it was as dark as his thick cloak that made his form too sweatied in his emotional rampage.

His stormy eyes settled back on the bubble to see the Runner fall in after his banished Gentleman-In-Waiting. In his jealous rage, the Goblin King forgot she was no subject of his – even as the Runner.

He had no power over her.

His concentration fell, the world settling back into reality with the cobblestone floor of the rampant wall bubbling into existence, but it was too late.

She was falling after Jisung – there was a blur of a figure following her – but Hyunjin didn’t care. No, he was whiplashed with rage. He threw the magic orb to the wall; the image shattering on impact as he let out a howl.

[benevolentindigo]

So… Fear, right?

Are you really as evil as they say, or are you just as afraid…?

*Fear takes a deep "breath" before responding*

"N-No... I am n-not..."

"I... D-Do not have any intention of "being evil" or causing harm to anybody in any way. I-In fact... My purpose is to protect... You, Others, E-Everyone..."

"E-Even at the very begining, through the experiences of p-pain and associations with death shared by all that has dwelled on the land, seas and skies... I had been created; And I-I have continued to develop, evolving and a-adapting through the times into what I-I am now. I... m-may have been born out of pain, b-but I was not created to cause it. I guess I... Consider myself as a g-guardian made to be on alert and to ensure the survival of those under my shade..."

"A-A lot have changed since primordial ages, life for most creatures, s-specifically, beings like you, is more... Relaxing. No need to fear for hunger, thirst or predators... Y-Yet, I still remain, j-just in a different form. I-It's still me, just trying to help even in such a d-different environment. Yet, d-despite the changes throughout all of time, my purpose will r-remain the same; Making sure that you know how to thread safely throughout life..."

"Sometimes, I may overreact. Sometimes, I may be overbearing. Sometimes, I may take control. Sometimes, I may be correct. Sometimes, I may be wrong. And for a-all the times that I am, I will apologise. I-I'm not perfect, and I-I do n-not cause harm out of malice, as all that I do... Is to make sure that what you do today will allow you to survive the following week and thrive in the following year; But, s-sometimes, I need to remind myself that I cannot always... Keep you within boundaries; And... S-Some risks can be allowed for you to truly be able to enjoy life."

"Many... Like you have said, belive that I a-am "Evil", B-But... They do not u-understand; Understand why I exist, understand my purpose, understand what I am... Thus, many see me as a plaque, a w-weakness in their minds. I... do not want to b-be feared. I don't want to be hated. I-I'm only here to help. Y-Yet... O-Others have tried... G-Getting rid, or even killing me... But I'll always be there as an innate r-response, my roots... Embedded deep within your nature, curated by the blood of your ancestors. To deny my existence, is to accept death."

"Do I care because I truly love others and you? I'm... N-Not sure myself, a-after all, I am just some concept that had been... Interpreted in this form. But, I w-would be lying if I said It wasn't in my nature to do so... I need; I want, you to be alive to see the sunrise of tomorrow so that we can continue to persist. However, I cannot deny that even for beings like us, death is inevitable. When the last book have crumbled to dust, when the last creature breathes it's final breath; When the last words are said and w-when last soul fades into the ether... W-We would cease to... E-Exist; As there is no... Mind to be affected by concepts like... Us; And I... Am... Not p-personally ready... For t-that... Time... Yet..."

"..."

*Fear takes another "breath" to recollect themselves*

"...B-But I know it won't happen for a long... Long, while. For hundreds of millions of years, I've... Done my role in the minds of billions, possibly even trillions before you, and I am... Happy, that life has persisted and that the world is thriving; And, I-I want to keep it that way. I would... love for me, you, everyone, to keep l-living on, as long as... Possible, to make the most out of our current existence; In the present moment. T-Try to... Be at peace, but at the s-same time, be wary, as you need to be able to sway and withstand the winds of fate; A-As well as support, or avoid those that come before you."

"There are... Many things in life that are scary... So many things that could hurt you, so many things that could kill you. B-But know that you aren't alone... When I see danger, you will feel me, as I too, am afraid. However, I'm... Afraid for c-careless, and reckless people who d-disregard my existence a-and I'm afraid of people who hate my existence b-because they do not u-understand that I-I'm not a foe. So please... Understand and be willing to work with me... Be not afraid, as..."

"All that I do..."

"...Is to try and keep you safe."

//Eueueueueue

And ya I've not been doing nothing I've been working on this for the past 4 days along side other stuff euebdhhehe

God sorry I took so long bruj ejemdsnhdhdd

I've been waiting for this type of question to come sjdvdjdbhd

Btw all the images except for the 1st one is metaphorical so don't take it like anon literally saw it or idk djdvdbdb

I hope u enjoy this response, Anon shsjbdbd

Btw yes Fear did throw quite a bit of shade at Hatred too subtly

Anyways here are some alternative versions too

This is like the og pic lol because I wanna make the "message" clearer (or something idk if it even worked sjdhjdd)

This one is without the blur and color blend because hehe pretty colors and ya I used the colors of the vices

Without effects so that u can see the pain of me moving and placing each kaji 😭

And yes, nine sols reference hehehhe

Oh ya had to sacrifice one of the art in the message because I reached the image limit 😭

Again hopefully now I can finally finish the other 3 asks waiting for me 😭😭😭

[brights-place]

Hello!! I read some of your Trolls stuff and I really really like them! May I request Trollex, Branch, and Floyd with a super supportive s/o who’s experienced in a lot of genres of music and dance? They have a TON of instruments and they know how to play every last one like girl where did you get these???

Sheet music and music theory knowledge is through the roof like you’d think they teach it as a profession, and if they give them physical affection and compliments and actually just normal relationship stuff??? They are a puddle on the ground they are NOT used to someone close actively caring so much about them besides like family they love that shit, giving AND receiving 😎 (they can be shy about it sometimes tho it’s adorable)

Uhhh tldr local music nerd is smitten with their amazing s/o, they down bad tbh /j

If this is too much in a single request, don’t hesitate to message me in case this is too long!

Them Dating an Music Theory! Troll

Pairing: Trollex X S/O, Floyd X S/O, and Branch X S/O

Warnings: Lots of Fluff, Mild cursing

A/N: OOOOH I LOVE THIS REQUEST! this is so good okay okay! plus I do music theory myself so this is fun! >:D

Trollex

- Trollex loves the way you explain music theory in a way that is easy to understand and engaging

- He enjoys listening to them talk passionately about music.

- He enjoys watching you play music for you and analyze the pieces in depth

- He listens when you rant and explain Music theory to him explaining that music theory covers things such as pitches and scales, intervals, clefs, rhythm, form, meter and time signatures, phrases and cadences, and basic harmony for music which he nods his head listening to you - Trollex loves how you play many instruments and stares at how you play it with ease - Trollex listens to you rant about it and is very patient with you even with his short attention span and endless energy.

- loves the way you light up when you talks about things that are about music

- He asks so many questions and forgets since his brain is re-setting sometimes - He can't help but admire your dedication to studying and refining your endless knowledge of music - He loves that they challenge your preconceived ideas about music and open you up to new perspectives of different musical styles and genres.

- He loves your creative ideas and imagination for how to explore and experiment with music.

- He values your willingness to share your knowledge and experience with you.

- He loves the way you express yourself through music and many genres not sticking to one and enjoys how you dance with him to techno music

Floyd

- Floyd loves to encourage you to express yourself creatively and explore your musical side more around him which you obviously do

- He appreciates how you share music tastes with him and discover new songs to listen to together

- He finds your knowledge of music history fascinating and enjoy learning new facts about the origins of different musical styles.

- Floyd is fascinated by your ability to deconstruct a piece of music and understand how the different elements interact to create a cohesive whole

- Floyd can’t help be impressed by the way you can find common threads between seemingly disparate pieces of music and make connections that he had never noticed before and would ask more

- You love the way your shy emo partner aka Floyd opens up to you and shares his emotions through music with you

-You two enjoy discussing the deeper meanings of songs and analysing the lyrics together though he mainly stared at your face to see your focused face

- He loves to play you a song that relates to your current emotional state and makes you feel understood and comforted.

- He can’t help but be drawn to how your musical knowledge and understanding of music theory can shed light on your personality in ways that you may not have been aware of but he was aware of it

- He finds it amazing how you can deconstruct your emotions using music theory and communicate with you on a deeper level which he also does I mean he is the sensitive one and knows about emotions

- He can’t help but be amazed by how much you can learn through many genres of music and their musical knowledge… I mean he’s Pop Rock but he can’t help but be shocked how you know ALL the genres

- He can’t help but be charmed by the way you approach music with pure enthusiasm and wonder as he stared at you lovingly.

Branch

- You both feel a strong connection with each other through music and can tell that you're both on the same wavelength even though he doesn't show it much,

- He can't help but admire the way you are fine with how branch can effortlessly switch between serious discussion and playful banter

- He finds it adorable when you become shy and blushes after realizing you have been rambling on about music for too long.

- He loves when you start sharing your favorite songs and artists with each other and discovering new music together

- He loves to support your creativity and encourages you to express yourself through music. - Branch can’t help be impressed by the way you can find common threads between seemingly disparate pieces of music and make connections that he had never noticed before and would ask more about it towards you

- He's impressed by your intelligence and knowledge of music theory.

- He finds himself admiring at your musical skills and wishing he could play or compose music the way you do.

reblogs + comments are appreciated ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

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[lesmurples]

(Spoilers for TMA and TMAGP below.)

Just remembered that Jonah’s desiccated original corpse was in the tunnels in TMA and had a flurry of TMAGP theories sprout in my brain. (I haven’t been in the fandom much recently, so apologies if any of this has already been said elsewhere.)

Maybe the thing coming out of the trap door in ep 10 is Jonah’s og zombie corpse? The body holding Jonah’s eyes and consciousness may have died, but in TMA it was indicated that this body needed to be killed in order to kill Jonah, or at least to kick him out of the Panopticon’s seat of power to make way for Martin. If it has any trace of life or Jonah (or just The Eye) left in it, maybe it could have slowly dragged itself up to that trap door over the years.

On that matter, maybe Elias became the new Jonah in this universe too, and that’s why Gwen is trying to learn more about this supernatural world. She either knew he had been changed, or she wants to know what happened that led to his death/disappearance after the fire - assuming that’s what happened to Elias in this world. (That or maybe Elias was also in the “gifted program” and something went terribly wrong.) something something we thought Alice was the new Tim but alas it was Gwen the whole time etc.

If Jonah was pulled from the TMA universe and isekai’ed into an ancient computer along with jmart, maybe he’s able to reach out to this parallel version of this body, possessing it to interact with the world or just puppeteering it.

On the subject of the fearsome threesome stuck in a computer, there is also the question of what “Chester”s game is, seemingly leading Sam on to fish around in the Magnus Institute ruins. Maybe his last message was a warning not to do this, but Sam seemed pretty resigned to not getting answers before that statement from artifact storage. Maybe “Chester” wanted to free a version of Jon himself from the tunnels, or maybe there’s a disconnect between the actions of “Jon” trying to lead Sam to answers and “Chester” sharing a forum thread in the first ep seemingly warning Sam to stay away from the Magnus Institute. Then again, maybe this too was trying to send Sam to the institute, since Sam seemed to have not thought about his experiences there for a long time. So maybe this whole thing really is Jon leading Sam to uncover these things, not wanting to be “another goddamn mystery,” and maybe the the thing crawling out of the basement is related to Jon. OR maybe there’s nothing stopping a trapped Jonah from using Jon’s voice for his own ends. After all, that email to Sam may have been from “Jon,” but consider that the first three letters of Jonah’s name are indeed J O N OH HO HO I SEE WHAT YOU’RE DOING JONNY, THEY CALLED ME MAD BUT I SAW THROUGH YOU THIS WHOLE TIME-

Anyway thank you for coming to my ted talk.

[moriartyluver]

Hello!

Can I request a, c,h and j with Dazai please? SFW alphabet!

A/N: thank you for the request anon!! Have a nice day <3

Warnings : suicidal behaviour, mentions of depression and slightly unhealthy coping mechanisms. Dazai being dazai.

a= affection (how affectionate are they? do they like receiving affection?)

dazai’s love languages are probably physical touch and words of affirmation. Whether it’s in public or the privacy of your shared home, dazai always has his pretty hand on you. In the office, he’ll have you sit in his lap (if you’re done with your work because you’re terrified kunikida would start yelling at you) and wrap his arms around your waist as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck or peppers your face in kisses. He’ll sit on your lap while your working, desperately begging for attention and distracting you from any paperwork that needs doing. While the two of you are out together, whether it be shopping or a walk in the park, he’ll hold your hand and occasionally kiss the back of your palm or your cheeks just to remind you that he’s there (although it’s hard to forget when he’s babbling about his day and various other topics with a cute shine in his eyes).

dazai also loves receiving physical affection. A simple kiss on his forehead can get his cheeks pink and his ears hot. He’s always is showing you and your acts of affection to everyone he knows. But if you aren’t really comfortable with showing physical affection or receiving it, He’ll understand and show his affection in different ways, such as quality time or telling you how pretty you look in that new outfit.

c = comfort (how would they comfort their s/o and how would his s/o comfort him)

if it were you that needs comforting, dazai would…try his best…. In all seriousness I think he’d find it somewhat difficult depending on the situation. If your upset due to the demons of your past, dazai would give you good advice and hold you in his arms while you cried. If you’ve had a tiring day, he’d try (keyword try) to make you your favourite meal or run a relaxing bath, but fail horribly. Still it works in terms of comforting you because he has you rolling on the floor laughing at him while he stands there dumbfounded.

Other times, he might just sit with you in a melancholy atmosphere and utter a few words of wisdom whilst you sit in a comfortable silence, trying to interpret what he meant and how to use that advice going forwards

to comfort dazai would be an odd experience. He would usually much rather be left alone but if you really insist of comforting him, it’s best to do so with small gestures, like letting him stay in your embrace whilst he tries to rid himself of the numb feeling he’s plagued with, or make him some crab so he can at least distract himself with food. It’s not unknown that dazai is severely depressed and suicidal but I think if he was in a committed relationship, he might see you as the thread that he’s holding onto for dear life.

h = hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

Dazai loves hugs. Like I said earlier, any chance he has to be affectionate to you, he will use it. It’s his way of showing his immense love for you and he’s prefer to die in your embrace more than anything.

Hugs are usually a regular thing. It might be a short one before work or a greeting or a cuddle when either of you are having a tiring day. It’s like whenever he clings onto your warm body, he can feel himself recharging.

His hugs are very comforting. He’s quite a tall guy so it’s like being enveloped in soft affection. He often gives you little kisses whilst he hugs you. Other times they can be rather melancholic and cold, but it’s quite the rarity.

j = jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they're jealous?)

I think when dazai’s jealous, he’d probably be jokingly, quite dramatic.

“Oh (name)! Are you really talking to another man when you have such a handsome and smart s/o already? Am I not enough for my darling’s love?”

It’d be funny and he knows that you’re loyal to him. If a guy or girl is hitting on you though, he’ll give you a chance to defend yourself but if they just don’t leave, he’ll get involved, be more touchy before straight up telling them to fuck off in the nicest way possible. He can be very protective in a silent manner, sometimes you can’t even detect it at all.

He does know that your loyal to him so unless you betray that trust, it won’t really matter to him if you have male friends

[fishpuppyofficial]

Rosemary 'Romy' Cousland warden starter kit

Inspired by @chimeowrical and @skeltrr :^) check them out! . Item names under the cut.

A. Sorrows of Arlathan

B. Cousland Family sword

C. The Edge

D. Woven leather quiver and self made arrows

E. Hatchet (from Sten) with yarn cozy (from Wynne)

F. Beeswax and honey soap

G. Mom’s childhood hairbrush

H. Rope toy for mabari boy

I. Dad’s wedding ring

J. Alistair’s rose

K. Needle and thread

L. Extra indigo ribbons for hair

M. Handkerchief with Cousland motif embroidery

N. Coin purse

O. Herbal tea (to help sleeping)

P. Dried fruits, seeds, and nuts

Q. Glass clasp Water bottle in leather holder

R. Flute (bard shit)

S. Knapsack with Fereldan map, journal, and extra rope

[lost-walmartbag]

Marjorine x reader pt 3

Playlist: Like the sun

Warning: swearing

Background: You start your rejection therapy.

Status: Ongoing

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'Rejection Therapy

It'd been a while since you and Marjorine made your arrangement. And while you had taught Marjorine a lot more about sewing and Marjorine had tried her best to teach you to be more social, you still hadn't made many friends. Marjorine would come over and you'd teach them how to sew while they teach you how to be more comfortable around people.

"So then you pin this part." You mutter pinning the back of the skirt you made on your mannequin.

"Can you still cut the length after this?" Marjorine asked looking at the skirt closely.

"Yeah, but you need to make sure the threads don't get all weird at the bottom." You say looking over at them.

Your phone went off and you sigh putting down your measuring tape, pins, and scissors. This is how you two managed how to handle the time you had with each other. You would have an hour of teaching Marjorine before school and then after the hour Marjorine had all school day to teach you. You grab your bag and head out with Marjorine.

"Ok, now it's my turn," They said grabbing her bag and following you. "Ok, so I thought about a new game we could do."

"Will it make me want to kill myself?" You ask sarcastically as you walk outside.

"Hey, you're using sarcasm," They said with a smile. "But I hope not? Anyway, we're gonna start your rejection therapy."

"Rejection therapy?" You ask confused.

"You're not gonna like this but you have to get really uncomfortable around strangers." They said nervously making you shake your head.

"Nope no not doing it." You say as you walk faster.

"Come on Y/N you need to. You won't get comfortable if you don't get uncomfortable." They said catching up with you.

"Come on Leo that's too much. It's bad enough you started making me order our food when we go out. Now you're gonna make me look like an idiot." You said with a frown.

"We'll start off slow I promise." They said taking your hand as you approached the school. "Come on trust me."

You look at them and sigh. "Fine but only if I can use you as my mannequin."

"Deal." They said with a smile as you two walked into school. "Now your first task is simple. Go up to Jimmy to ask him to tell you a joke."

"Do I really have to?" You asked looking up at them.

"You made a deal." They said letting go of your hand and pushing you towards Jimmy who was taking a book out of his locker.

You took a deep breath and stood next to Jimmy's locker. You knew who Jimmy was, he was like the most popular person in school just from how nice he was but you'd never spoken to him.

"H-hey Jimmy." You say catching his attention to which he closed his locker and looked over to you with a smile.

"H-hey w-w-what can I d-do for y-you?" He asked

You hesitate for a second but try your best to calm down. "C-can you tell me a j-joke?"

Your face turns bright red and you close your eyes tightly waiting for him to say no, but Jimmy's smile grows wider. "O-of c-course!"

You look up at him and see he was more than excited to fulfill your request. You nod and stand up straight.

"D-did you h-hear that the e-e-economy is s-so bad a p-picture is not only w-worth 200 words," Jimmy said and then smiled seeming to pause for your laughter.

You look at him for a second and then burst into giggles which seemed to please Jimmy.

"W-wow what a great audience." He said making you only laugh harder.

Once you finally composed yourself you look up at him with a smile. "Thanks, Jimmy. I'll see you around." You say seemingly more confident and turn back to Marjorine.

"See wasn't so bad." They said with a smile.

"Ok yeah maybe you do have some good ideas." You said playfully punching their shoulder causing them to laugh.

As you two walked to class a group of boys walked up to you both interrupting the conversation you were in the middle of. You recognized a few of them. You knew Cartman as a wrestler that was actually good at what he did but was mostly known as an asshole. You knew Kyle from the class he had with you and Marjorine. But you didn't know the tall blonde and the guy with black hair next to them.

"Oh hey, fellas," Marjorine said with a smile.

It was clear they all knew each other which made you a bit nervous because you hadn't spoken to the guys before. You move closer to Marjoine gently reaching for their hand for comfort which they gladly give you.

"Hey, Butters do you have the answers for geometry?" The black-haired boy asked.

"Oh I don't I'm sorry, but.." They started and then looked over at you making you blush and shake quietly pleading with your eyes for them not to do what they were about to do. They of course ignored you. "Y/N does."

You shut your eyes tightly and cringe when the words left their mouth. The guys then turn their attention to you.

"Do you mind if we see them you'd be a lifesaver?" The blond said stepping closer to you causing you to take a step back slightly hiding behind Marjorine now.

"Woah is she ok?" Cartman said with a laugh making you even more embarrassed.

"Hey, it's ok," Marjoine whispered to you with a smile. "Think of it as your second task."

You nod and take a deep breath. You slowly reach into your bag and hand them your homework which they all pass around to take pictures of the paper.

"How did you even figure this out? It's so fucking confusing." Kyle muttered examining the paper which was ripped out of his hands by Cartman.

"I-it's not that hard honestly the teacher just doesn't know how to explain it well. Honestly, I just look up the lesson on youtube and watch videos on it in class and ignore the teacher." You say stepping out from behind Marjorine looking up at Kyle. "Look let me see the paper real quick."

The blond boy took the paper from Cartman's hands and handed it to you. The boys surrounded you as you casually explained how to solve the problems. The blond boy wrapped his arm around your shoulder which you hadn't even noticed as you were too into explaining.

"Wow, it actually doesn't look that hard." The black-haired boy said.

"Yeah, Butters your girlfriend is pretty smart." Cartman teased making you blush.

Marjorine blushed and took your hand pulling you away from the boys. "We're just friends." They muttered.

"Oh yeah?" The blond boy said with a smirk looking down at you.

"W-we should go, class, is bout to start," Marjorine said taking dragging you to class with them.

You gladly followed but when you looked back the boys were staring at you two and the blond boy still had a smirk on his face as he waved. You turned back to Marjorine and blushed harder.

Once you two walked into class and took your seats you looked over at Marjoine and saw they were still blushing. You scooted a bit closer and put your hand on their forehead.

"You ok?" You asked quietly.

"I-I'm sorry I didn't mean for them to think we were a couple." They muttered avoiding eye contact with you. "I understand if you want to stop being friends."

"Leo." You say touching their cheek for them to face you. "It's ok. I don't mind. I don't want to stop being with you like this."

They blushed and nodded. You smiled and sat down in your seat normally leaving Leo there a blushing mess. You put your head in your hand becoming a blushing mess of your own. Was it really that bad that people thought you were a couple? Should it bother you? Why does it kind of make you happy?

A/N: I know I'm sorry for barely posting 😭 idk what's wrong with me but guys I can barely stay awake anymore. MB im trying my best to stay awake to write these so hopefully i can upload kenny pt 4 tomorrow but i make no promises. Anyway love you all so so so so so much thank you for reading. 🩷

[ghost-type-writer]

Alphabet Writing Tag!

Ty for the tag @theeccentricraven

Rules: give a sentence for each letter of the alphabet! (Can compose or get from your WIP)

Most of these are from my wip Mage of Hearts, and two other projects I haven't named yet.

A - A girl looked down on the lands of Awen through a curtain of frozen breath.

B - "Because you lied to me." she spat through grit teeth. "That place ate my sister and you told me she ran away."

C - Candle light was the sole comfort in the stone room, it's faint warmth her only distraction as the vines sucked her life away.

D - *Did it know where they were?* Eran held his breath as the sound of footsteps on the roof stopped above them.

E - "Encore!" screamed the shrimp as the crabs clapped their claws. It was quite the queer sight, a crustacean's applause.

F - "Forget your fears my dear." the old woman said pushing forward a cup full of purple smoke. "And you never have to fave them."

G - "Grasp tight all the threads that make you, you." he said leaning in as if to share a secret. "You wouldn't want to get unraveled in a place like this."

H - "Hani, I've known you my entire life. I'm not going to fall for one of the lines you feed to merchant's daughters."

I - "I don't mind. It's rare I get a chance to speak with someone my own age." replied the prince.

J - "Just now I was enjoying the view." she candidly replied.

K - "Kill the kid. We don't have anymore time to waste."

L - Like her aunt all those years ago Kenzie squeezed through a crack in the world and fell into a great shifting void.

M - Maybe it was the blood loss, but all he could think about was the way her lips had felt.

N - Now had passed, and now was never. Yet another door closed forever.

O - "Outsiders are beings comprised of pure mana. Your assignment this evening is to list the names of the inner and outer elemental variants."

P - Potatoes stand at the top of the vegetable kingdom.

Q - Quarrel not with quails, a Brachan saying which reminds one not to worry about small problems.

R - Ronald McDonald, beloved fast food mascot, has just been arrested in relation to a series of violent home invasions carried out over the past few weeks. More at 9.

S - "So what all are we cooking for this prince? asked Hani.

T - The tall man laughed. "And who's gonna make us leave, some runty tavern wench?"

U - Using the man's forward momentum Hani twisted and threw him over her shoulder onto the hard tavern floor.

V - Vengeance is a hollow prize.

W - "Was he handsome?" Wendy shamelessly asked.

X - "Xibalba is lovely this time of year. You simply must visit." said the bat.

Y - "You can take your man here and leave, or I can teach that same lesson to whoever's next."

Z "Zahir has always had the heart of a wanderer." Sari said with a fond smile.

Tagging: Noone. I'm new here :p

[aajjks]

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mommy issues!JK

left and right, up and down, jungkook’s tongue maneuvers so well on your wet pussy. your hands thread through jungkook’s raven hair to tug on it but you don’t pull too hard.

you find yourself struggling to keep your moans at a minimum when jungkook is eating you like a starved man who hasn’t eaten in years. he flicks his tongue on your clit over and over before sucking on the little nub. you’re in disbelief with how good he is at this. obviously, you aren’t the only woman he’s had in bed but it’s like he knows your pussy like the back of his hand.

he then uses his thumb to stimulate your clit while tongue fucking your little hole and after that, you couldn’t hold your moans back anymore. you take your shirt off and toss it aside to cool your body but you’re still feeling hot.

he then moves back up to your clit to lick and suckle on it before teasingly spelling his name on your pussy: J U N G K O O K

“j-jungkook~” you moan. “i’m-i’m gonna cum”

your warning doesn’t stop his assault on your pussy, rather, his tongue starts to move faster on your soaking heat. every now and then his nose rubs against your clit and he uses it to his advantage. he moves his head side to side, goes up and down on your pussy and uses his own spit to lubricate it, basically tongue fucking it into you.

“b-baby? i’m-i’m cumming~ fuuucckkkkkk” you groan as you throw your head back. feels like a wave has washed over you and cooled you down and jungkook laps up every bit of your sweet, warm cum. but his tongue doesn’t slow down and his grip on your thighs hasn’t loosened either. he wants you to cum on his tongue again and maybe two more times after that.

~🫧

He’s such a slut for your cum, lapping at it like a fucking dog in heat- your moans fill the living room, you’re both burning in desire, in lust.

The way he looks directly into your eyes as you cum while his tongue still assaulting your sweet cunt like there’s no tomorrow. “Oh fuck- mhmm..” you look so pretty, so sexy as he sees the tears fall from your eyes, he wants to lick them away but he’s just not ready to leave your pussy yet.

“C-Come for me again, pretty girl- please tug on my hair fuckin hard…” he buries his nose deeper into your heat, you’re a soaking mess, you smell and taste so sweet,

All spread out for him like this- oh he’s going to cum too- you tighten around his tongue but he doesn’t stop- maybe he’s overstimulating both you and him but he doesn’t care.

He needs your cum on his tongue again.

“Cum for me..” he groans, his mouth is working overtime, your juices slowly start to flow down to his jaw, this is so perfect.

You let out a strangled moan and he feels your legs cage him in deeper, it’s like you also don’t want him to stop, and he won’t, not until you’re satisfied.

“Y-Yeah oh my- oh yn yes! Yes! Cum for me yes!” He praises you, speaking directly into your cunt, his warm breath all over it as you cum again.

He’s a sweating mess as he feels you cuss out, and the way you’re moaning his name will make him cum in his boxers.

He laps up your juices again, swallowing whatever you give him so kindly, he doesn’t deserve this but he will take it.

“O-Oh yn baby I’m so proud of you but now please let me fuck you- ‘s so painful baby I need your pussy so bad.” He finally lets your cunt test as he pulls his tongue out and begs for you to let him fuck you.

And as you are gathering your breath together because he left you breathless, he scoops you into his arms bridal style and carries you to his bedroom.

It is really gonna be a long night.

[all-rock-and-roll-is-homosexual]

Instagram: There's people who want to hear from you on Threads :) Me: no thanks Instagram: please? :):) Me: No. I don't want to. Instagram: J O I N T H R E A D S O R E L S E :):):)

[bwhitex]

Hi Everyone,

Today I want to blog about gender, as a by product personality. It’s not that I think gender is one personality, even if you believe in only two, there’s treats and characteristics that form into a system. The Big 5 is an evidence based framework to reimagine gender, for a moment.

Because our lives are intricately woven by the threads of personality traits, and these traits are universal, often transcending boundaries of gender and sexual orientation is a by product of an overall personality system. People don’t come along express this transcendence, with out first, expressing something like imaginative, innovative or open to experience. Thus if personality is both genetic and environmental, so to is the collective personality that takes form here in earth as gender and orientation. So, gender and orientation are specifically now, we're going to be talking about it, but not directly by names, but as Big Five traits like: openness, conscientiousness, extraversion, agreeableness, and neuroticism (John, Naumann, & Soto, 2008). It’s here, that we can say gender almost exclusively certainly but some of us, have more of this, the adaptive and maladaptive, than others. While individuals may vary, collectives have a general tendency, something we can measure as “feminine”, and masculine”, or both, we can even say maladaptive and adaptive. Depending on the time location and era that this personality comes to be, too. If there is beginning, certainly there is a middle, and end to duration and frequency of that too.

The Big Five: A Brief Overview

Openness encapsulates our willingness to embrace new experiences and ideas, fostering creativity and innovation (McCrae & Sutin, 2009). Conscientiousness, our sense of responsibility and dependability, often promotes success in professional environments and healthier lifestyles (Bogg & Roberts, 2004). However,

Extraversion, our level of outgoingness and social interaction, can bolster our social lives and help us form new relationships (Ashton, Lee, & Paunonen, 2002). Agreeableness, characterized by kindness, empathy, and cooperation, often strengthens social bonds and aids in conflict resolution (Graziano & Tobin, 2009).

Neuroticism, a tendency towards negative emotions, can pose challenges, contributing to mental health issues, but it can also be associated with high levels of creativity and a deep sense of empathy (Kaufman, 2013).

Diving Deeper: Traits Across Sexual Orientations

Research suggests that people of different sexual orientations may show variations in these Big Five personality traits. For example, studies have found that gay men and women might score higher on neuroticism and openness compared to their heterosexual counterparts (Lippa, 2005). Similarly, bisexual individuals may exhibit higher openness and extraversion compared to heterosexual individuals (Juster et al., 2013).

A Look at Androgyny

When we consider the concept of androgyny, it refers to the display of both traditional masculine and feminine characteristics. However, it's not just about appearance or behavior; it's also about personality traits. Androgynous individuals often show a higher degree of flexibility in their personality traits, potentially blending the strengths of both genders (Bem, 1974).

Concluding Thoughts

In sum, the Big Five personality traits are a universal aspect of human nature, but they can manifest in subtly different ways across different sexual orientations. Understanding these nuances not only helps us appreciate the rich diversity of human personalities but also challenges traditional notions of gender and sexual orientation.

References

Bem, S. L. (1974). The measurement of psychological androgyny. Journal of Consulting and Clinical Psychology, 42(2), 155–162.

John, O. P., Naumann, L. P., & Soto, C. J. (2008). Paradigm shift to the integrative big five trait taxonomy. Handbook of personality: Theory and research, 3(2), 114-158.

Juster, R. P., Smith, N. G., Ouellet, É., Sindi, S., & Lupien, S. J. (2013). Sexual orientation and disclosure in relation to psychiatric symptoms, diurnal cortisol, and allostatic load. Psychosomatic Medicine, 75(2), 103–116.

Lippa, R. A. (2005). Sexual orientation and personality. Annual Review of Sex Research, 16(1), 119-153.

McCrae, R. R., & Sutin, A. R. (2009). Openness to Experience. In M. R. Leary & R. H. Hoyle (Eds.), Handbook of individual differences in social behavior (pp. 257–273). The Guiliford Press.

Kaufman, S. B. (2013). Opening up openness to experience: A four-factor model and relations to creative achievement in the arts and sciences. The Journal of Creative Behavior, 47(4), 233–255.

Bogg, T., & Roberts, B. W. (2004). Conscientiousness and health-related behaviors: A meta-analysis of the leading behavioral contributors to mortality. Psychological Bulletin, 130(6), 887–919.

Graziano, W. G., & Tobin, R. M. (2009). Agreeableness. In M. R. Leary & R. H. Hoyle (Eds.), Handbook of individual differences in social behavior (pp. 46–61). The Guiliford Press.

Ashton, M. C., Lee, K., & Paunonen, S. V. (2002). What is the central feature of extraversion? Social attention versus reward sensitivity. Journal of Personality and Social Psychology, 83(1), 245–252.

[warpaiint]

⌜ @misstantabismuses ⌟ ―― B a r o n e s s - C a i t l y n . & . J i n x ❝ Snip, snip, snip.

The small blade of the knife went through the thin threads, holding the sequins to the plush, satin pillow. Jinx was carefully cutting off one after the other, each cut eliciting a clear sound in the room. She was lounging on one of the large settees with its dark ebony frame and vino cushions.

The round, stained glass window painted the dim light of the neon pipes outside in blue, green and cyan onto the floor. A pattern like a forest floor in summer, only disrupted by the shadows of the thin, bone-like window grit. The air was heavy with the scent of dried herbs and rose water. Caitlyn never spared expenses when it came to the comfort of her guests.

"That's easy for you to say, Cit-Cat." Jinx turned towards Caitlyn, sitting opposite the sofette. The knife's cold steel reflected the sun in a flash of white. "You never had someone tell you that you are crazy or a loony or a dog. Or Silco's mad cur. Seriously, is that the most devastating line you can come up with, Finn?! I have known harder insults when I was twelve, you pussy!"

Before Jinx could stop herself, the knife found its way into the pillow, stabbing through the fabric and into its soft, feathery filling. Jinx huffed and her blue bangs flopped upwards. She grumbled: "I know that I don't need to appease anyone else. I am making Silco proud with what I do. That's all that matters. I still don't like being called a mad cur. I know I ain't right in the head. I don't need someone to point this out."

Jinx finally bothered pulling out the knife and tossed the pillow over the backrest of the settee. Flopping against it, she sat in a more manly fashion with her legs spread and feet firmly planted on the floor. Her hands rested on her thighs, alabaster skin gleaming in the darkened room. Her cobalt-blue braids curled half over the settee, around her sides and across one of her legs. Her sapphire eyes shimmered with lingering traces of frustration and boredom.

"Sometimes I wish Silco would let me blow up Finn", Jinx mused, "That airhead is one of the rudest Chem-Barons anyway, and Silco never looks too happy when dealing with him. But apparently, he provides 'valuable services'" - she did little air quotes with her fingers - "or whatever. So I cannot do that yet. I mean, we already have you and you can take out enemies way better than Finn. Plus you are more agreeable. So why do we need Finn?" ❞

Caitlyn shifted to sit down on the sofette, resting her back against it as she cross her legs and let her foot bounce a little. Black stiletto heels laced up her leg, hidden underneath a black jumpsuit along her body. Her hand draped against the back of the sofette, tilting her head as she watched Jinx messing with the pillow, each sequin falling with carefully precise cuts. Yet Caitlyn showed no concern for the pillow but more eyes upon Jinx. "Oh?" Caitlyn questioned, curious about where Jinx would go with it. Her foot tapped once, and she saw the glint against the blade as her manicured nail traced the back of her seat with care.

"I have not, unfortunately," Caitlyn agreed, remembering playing in the streets with Jinx as a teenager and also hearing those same insults. A few well-refrained words and a blade to the throw caused them to shut up. Caitlyn had refined her technique since her words brought more fear to people than the tip of her cane blade, but she had both for useful needs. "The man reeks of fragile masculinity," And then the pillow was completely ruined, stabbed through multiple times with a silver blade, the massacred cotton against the edges of her blade.

"My Little Sapphire," Caitlyn spoke with affection as she uncrossed her legs, reaching over to brush her finger up against her long blue bangs of her and tilted her head. "Silco is proud of all your work, and I for one, wouldn't change you for anything," Leaning back she watched Jinx shifting into an easier seated position as Caitlyn sat up to be able to look at her and grinned. She stood up and moved over to the Settee and sat next to her. "Perhaps Silco is waiting for the perfect opportunity to use him in the way he needs," Her fingers reached over to brush against Jinx's leg, lightly squeezing it.

"though I agree with you, he is full of hot air and a pathetic excuse of a chem-baron. All brawn and no brains, that one," And a man she would let nowhere near her brothel. "I wouldn't doubt if you blew him up, all you would see is clouds of smoke. Probably squeal like a rat in the end," Caitlyn raised a little brow, having no regard or care for how she spoke of one of the territory leaders. He left her alone no doubt due to the position of her brothel within the lanes. It was a small territory, as she had no reason to expand or look for power, and she preferred it that way. There were a select few in her inner circle she cared about, as she took one of Jinx's braids and brushed her fingers along the end of them. "What would cheer you up, dear? You name it and I will deliver,"