#(i think the original plan was exactly what is happening now but i messed it up for some reason

[cressidagrey]

The Queen of Romantasy and the Race Car Prince - Chapter 13

Pairing: Lando Norris x Elizabeth "Lizzie" Treshton (Original Character)

Summary:

Elizabeth Treshton—bestselling romantasy author, queen of fae heartbreak, and sworn devotee of a carefully structured routine—never expected her service dog to abandon protocol and diagnose a Formula 1 driver with something. But that’s exactly what happens when Mara the wonder-dog ditches Lizzie’s side to aggressively alert to none other than Lando Norris in the middle of a coffee shop.

Warnings and Notes: 

Mention of epilepsy and service animals. I don't myself suffer from epilepsy, so I asked my IRL friend, who thankfully was nice enough to let me ask her all the questions I could come up with. The rest I asked Reddit. So everything that's wrong...that's totally my fault and not on purpose. Also Discussion of toxic media/fandom/death threats.

As always big thanks to @llirawolf , who listens to me ramble

Lando knew this was going to be a mess, but at this point, he had no choice. He’d been bullied into this.

He slouched in his chair, arms crossed, waiting for the right moment to speak up. Zak Brown was reviewing sponsorship commitments, Andrea Stella was making notes on the schedule, and Sophie, McLaren’s head of PR, was rattling off media obligations. Across the table, Oscar was watching him, barely holding back a smirk.

Lando cleared his throat. “By the way, I’m bringing my girlfriend to Silverstone.”

The room went silent. Heads turned, eyebrows raised, and even Zak looked up from his paperwork. And then there was Oscar, unable to bite back his smirk any longer.

Sophie was the first to regain composure. “Girlfriend?” she repeated, clearly caught off guard.

"Yeah," Lando affirmed, trying to sound casual, but the tension in the room was palpable. "I've been seeing someone for a while. And she's coming to Silverstone."

There was a pause, an awkward beat of silence.

Zak narrowed his eyes. “And when exactly were you planning on telling us this?”

Lando shrugged. “Now?”

Sophie sighed, already dreading the impending PR nightmare. "Alright," she said, pushing up her glasses and steeling herself. "Who is this mystery girlfriend?"

“Elizabeth Treshton,” Lando said casually.

The room exploded.

Sophie looked like she was malfunctioning. “Wait—Elizabeth Treshton? As in—”

Zak leaned forward, looking genuinely shocked. “The Elizabeth Treshton?”

Andrea, who usually stayed calm, looked almost rattled. “The author?”

“Yes, the author,” Lando confirmed, rolling his eyes. “Why is everyone acting like I just said I’m dating the Queen of England?”

Sophie groaned, already rubbing her temples. “Lando, do you have any idea what you’ve just done?”

Zak was still shaking his head, somewhere between impressed and exasperated. “You’ve been secretly dating a bestselling fantasy author and didn’t think to mention it?”

Sophie looked like she had a migraine. "Lando, you’ve just added a whole new layer to your public image. And you have no idea what kind of circus the media will make out of this.”

Andrea sighed. “Lando. You realize that this means—”

“Yeah, yeah,” Lando cut in, waving a hand. “Social media chaos, headlines, fans losing their minds. Trust me, I know.”

Not like he hadn’t thought about it…constantly.  

Sophie, now frantically typing away on her laptop, let out a sharp exhale. “You do understand her fanbase is massive, right? You’re dating one of the most popular fantasy authors in the world. This isn’t just a random reveal. This is—this is—”

“Huge,” Oscar supplied helpfully, still looking thoroguhly amused. 

Lando nodded, feigning nonchalance. "I’ve seen the numbers. I know she’s a big deal. But you’re acting like it’s a bad thing."

Zak raised an eyebrow. "It’s not necessarily a bad thing, but it makes things… complicated."

Andrea nodded in agreement. "Treshton’s fan base is extremely passionate. They’ll be watching your every move. And given her genre of books, well… let’s just say they have… very active imaginations.”

Lando couldn’t help an amused smirk. "You mean they’ll write fanfiction about us?"

Sophie looked more pained at the mention of fanfiction. "They’ll do so much more than that, Lando. Interviews, gossip sites, fan theories—the media will have a field day with this. Her privacy is going to be nonexistent, and so is yours."

Lando shrugged, trying to look unperturbed. "I can deal with the press. I’ve been doing it for years. And honestly, her fans can’t be any worse than some of the crazies online."

Andrea sighed again, muttering something in Italian under his breath before looking at Sophie. “How do we handle this?”

Sophie, now looking more exhausted than ever, replied, "We handle this very carefully. We’ll need a statement, some approved talking points, and a ton of media training. This has the potential to be a PR nightmare if we don’t get out ahead of it."

Lando let out a long sigh, regretting his decision to mention anything. "Great, just great."

"And we'll need to meet her," Sophie continued. "And probably her team."

Zak leaned back in his chair, a small smirk on his face. "I can’t wait to meet the woman who’s managed to tame our Lando."

Lando rolled his eyes. "I’m not tamed," he muttered, ignoring the smirks from his teammates.

"Sure, you’re not," Oscar said, clearly amused. "You are just reading romantasy books and getting her dog Ferrari bandanas."

"I wanted to talk to you about that," Zak said drily. "Lando...why?"

Lando groaned, slumping back in his chair. "Don’t start with that."

Zak smirked, all too pleased with the subject. "I’m just curious. Lando Norris,  McLaren race car driver, getting a dog a Ferrari bandana. Also, I am going to put my foot down and say that we are not having the dog in the garage in a ferrari bandana."

Lando huffed, but there was a reluctant smirk on his face. "Yeah, yeah, I get it, it’s a PR nightmare. But the dog is innocent. Lizzie has been a Ferrari fan since childhood. The dog is literally named Maranello."

Zak’s eyes widened, and he looked to the rest of the room. "You’re kidding."

Sophie just shook her head in disbelief, while Andrea let out a low whistle. "Damn, she’s really committed to being a Ferrari fan, isn’t she?"

Lando just ran a hand through his hair, exasperated. "Yes, I know. I’ve made my peace with it."

***

Lizzie had been in her fair share of nerve-wracking meetings—editorial reviews, publisher strategy calls, even a few intense negotiations about movie rights—but nothing quite prepared her for sitting in McLaren’s conference room, facing Zak Brown, Andrea Stella, and the entire PR team.

She sat up straight, hands folded in her lap as she tried not to let her nerves show. It wasn’t every day that she was the center of attention for an entire Formula One team.

Zak Brown looked directly at her. “Ms. Treshton—”

“Lizzie, please.” She interrupted, cringing internally at just how nervous she sounded.

Zak folded his hands on the table and leaned forward. “So, Lizzie. First of all—welcome. I have to say, this is a bit of a surprise.”

Yeah, it was. Not just for them. If someboy woul have told LIzzie a year ago that she was going to sit in a team meeting in the MTC and discuss her romantic relationship with Lando Norris, she would have started laughing hysterically. 

“It’s nice to meet all of you,” she settled on saying. 

Lando squeezed her hand under the table. 

Sophie, McLaren’s head of PR, sighed, already scribbling notes. “Okay, let’s get to the important stuff. You’re a bestselling author with a massive online following. Lando is one of the most popular drivers on the grid. When this relationship goes public, it’s not going to be small.”

Lizzie nodded, trying to keep her face neutral. She knew all too well the scrutiny that came with being a public figure. But hearing McLaren spell it out, in the context of Lando’s world, was still a bit jarring. “I’m aware of the attention it will bring,” she agreed. 

Zak nodded. “We need to prepare a few talking points, a plan for the media, and figure out how to approach this. Given your...passionate fanbase, we’re expecting some fallout.”

She took a deep breath, trying to sound assured. “I understand. I’ve been in the public eye for a while, so I have some idea of what to expect. But I’ll do my best to handle it.”

Zak nodded, glancing at Lizzie. “Which brings me to my next question. Are you prepared for that?”

Lizzie met his gaze evenly. “I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.”

There was a moment of silence as the team digested her answer. She could almost see their surprise.

Sophie, ever the media manager, pressed on. “Publicity can be ruthless. The media will dig into your past, speculate on your relationship, and try to find any angle they can to sensationalize the story. You’ll have cameras and microphones in your face, people demanding interviews, autograph requests. Are you ready for that?”

Lizzie considered the question for a moment. Ready? Probably not. But was she willing to face it?

“I’ve dealt with the press before. I know how to handle myself in front of cameras and microphones.” It was at least partially true.

Andrea, who had been silently watching her this whole time, finally spoke. “You have a service dog. Lando mentioned that you have epilepsy.” His tone wasn’t unkind—just careful. “Do you have any concerns about attending a race weekend?”

Lando stiffened slightly beside her, but Lizzie appreciated the directness.

“I’ve thought about it,” she admitted. “It’s a high-stimulation environment—loud, crowded, unpredictable. But I’ve managed fine at other big events before, and I wouldn’t put myself in a situation I couldn’t handle.”

She glanced down, where Mara lay calmly at her feet. “Mara will be with me at all times. She’s trained to alert me before a seizure, and I trust her completely.”

There was a long silence as the McLaren team absorbed this new information. Lizzie could see the wheels turning in their heads, weighing the pros and cons and determining how this added new variable would affect their strategy.

Sophie finally broke the silence, her pen still scratching notes across a pad of paper. “This definitely adds another element to consider.”

Zak looked thoughtful. “We’ll need to ensure that Mara has access wherever you go on race weekends. And our medics will need to be briefed on your condition in case of an emergency.”

Lizzie nodded, feeling a wave of relief that they were taking this seriously. “I can provide them with all the necessary medical information beforehand.”

Sophie, however, still looked concerned. “The press is going to latch onto your condition. We need to be prepared for that.”

"It's not a secret," Lizzie said drily.

"Lizzie has been openly talking about her epilepsy online for years," Lando said quickly.

The words hung in the air for a beat. It was true. Lizzie had been open about her epilepsy on social media—but that was to her fans, to people who loved her books and cared about her as an author. This was an entirely different beast.

Sophie frowned slightly, clearly worried. "Yes, but this will bring a whole new level of scrutiny. The media will ask invasive questions, demand to know every detail—"

"I know," Lizzie said calmly. "I'm aware of how relentless the press can be. I'm not naive."

Andrea nodded, his frown slightly softened. "We'll do everything we can to protect your privacy, but—"

"There's only so much you can control," Lizzie finished for him. "I get it. I know what to expect."

Lando on the other hand already looked murderous.

He hadn't said a word, just sitting there in brooding silence. But one look at his expression, at the muscle in his jaw clenching, told Lizzie he did not like this angle of questioning at all.

Zak noticed too. "Lando, you've been unusually quiet."

Lando was bristling now. "What? You think I'm happy that the press is going to exploit her medical condition for headlines?"

Zak raised a placating hand. "No one said that. But it's something we have to consider. We need to be prepared for the questions they'll ask."

Lando's glare could've melted steel. But Lizzie, knowing him too well, gave his hand a subtle squeeze under the table. A nonverbal plea for calm.

It worked. Lando took a deep breath, managing to tone down his scowl to a slightly less homicidal expression.

Zak, noticing Lizzie's silent intervention, gave her a look that clearly said, "Nice one."

"Okay," Zak said, clearing his throat and redirecting the conversation. "There's one more thing we need to discuss."

Lizzie braced herself, wondering what could possibly be left.

"Ferrari. Really?!"

It was the last thing Lizzie expected to hear.

She bit back a laugh, trying not to show her amusement, while Lando groaned and buried his face in his hands.

"Here we go," he muttered.

Zak was shaking his head, clearly torn between exasperation and amusement. "I can't believe one of my star drivers is dating a die-hard Ferrari fan."

Lizzie couldn't help herself anymore. A soft laugh escaped her lips.

Sophie, seeing her reaction, rolled her eyes, but a hint of a smile played at the corners of her mouth.

Andrea, the most composed of the group, raised an eyebrow at Lando. "Did you not think we were going to bring this up?"

"I promise not to wear Ferrari Merch in the McLaren Garage?" Lizzie suggested, trying to stay serious.

Lando snorted, looking both horrified and amused at the thought.

Zak, clearly torn between amusement and protectiveness over his team, ran a hand through his hair. "I'd prefer if you didn't, yeah."

"But no promises about Mara's Bandana. I am not putting a McLaren Bandana on Mara. That would be treason," Lizzie said seriously.

There was a round of disbelieving chuckles from the McLaren team. It seemed like the ice was finally broken.

Sophie bit back a laugh, looking slightly more relaxed. "I can't believe we're discussing your dog's loyalties in a serious strategy meeting."

"This is a very serious topic," Lizzie said dryly, trying to keep a straight face. "Mara is very attached to her Ferrari bandana. I don't think she'd take kindly to switching allegiances."

Lando looked at her aghast. "How have I managed to fall in love with a woman who has a Ferrari dog?"

Zak chuckled. "You just know the press is going to have a field day with this."

[hard-core-super-star]

brought you together so nice [W.Maximoff + N.Romanoff]

pairing: dom!natasha romanoff x sub!reader x switch!wanda maximoff

summary: natasha takes care of you until wanda comes back. needless to say, the witch is more than happy about the arrangement you both came up with in her absence.

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DO NO INTERACT -> porn with very little plot but even more feelings; mommy + daddy kink; slightly more established dom/dub dynamics; a dash of pet play (as usual); bondage; gagging; soft domme nat + bratty wanda!!!!; vibrator use [R receiving]; praise + degradation + a dash of humiliation; hair pulling; spanking; aftercare

wordcount: 4.1k

a/n: well, well, well...guess who got too attached to another series? yup, me 😅 these two have taken up more of my mind than i originally thought so here is part three of this little series. i don't have a plan to make another full part, but i might mess around and write a few blurbs here and there. we'll see what happens. anyway, thank you for all your support, especially regarding this little series. i'm thinking of opening my requests back up until the start of the new year so keep an eye out for that ;) [commissions are still more than welcome, though!] okay, i'll stop rambling for now, hope you enjoy <3

[part one | part two]

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Natasha could be sweet when she wanted to.

That was the first thing you learned after agreeing to become her and Wanda's submissive. 

The rules and details weren't too clear yet, the redhead promising to answer all your questions as soon as the Sokovian came back from her mission. Still, she did what she could to fill in the gaps of your knowledge, allowing you to ask her as many questions as you pleased before showing you, in great detail, what she meant.

Despite the cold exterior you'd learned to love, she was much softer with you than you'd ever imagined. Sure, she was still a mean domme at heart, but she wanted to show you heights of pleasure you'd never experienced before.

And she went to great lengths to guarantee it.

It quickly became clear to you how much she loved impact play. Even outside of play sessions, she would always come up behind you, landing a hard smack to your ass before pulling you into her arms. You didn't mind, even when she did it in front of the others.

(Although Tony did whistle at you guys once and promptly earned himself a punch to the stomach. He laughed it off but made sure to never tease the Widow about her behavior with you again.)

You knew there were a lot of things you didn't know or fully understand, but Natasha always seemed to find a way to make you feel more excited than nervous about it. It was almost funny how quickly her personality changed once she allowed you to see past her walls.

Sure, she was still a little mean and more than a little snarky (which is exactly how you liked her, if you were being honest) yet there was a softer, affectionate, side that started coming out more and more.

She told you it was simply because Wanda wasn't around and she wasn't allowed to "break you in" without her around. Maybe it was a silly excuse perfectly crafted to keep you on your toes, but you didn't really mind.

Well, except because you really missed Wanda.

Being without the witch was harder than you thought it would be, but the Widow kept you busy enough to forget the empty spot beside you in their bed.

Your bed.

That was the second thing Natasha made you learn. 

Yes, you were technically an addition to their relationship, but you weren't an outsider. You never were.

That was the third thing you learned.

Both Natasha and Wanda had their eyes on you from the very beginning. They loved each other, and their relationship made them happier than they could put into words, and yet they always felt something was missing. A third energy to keep them in check. To stop them from getting too rough, too mean with each other. To help remember how to be soft after spending so much time fighting with the world.

It was...strange, but you couldn't deny what they meant to you. The attraction you felt toward them had always been there and after Wanda opened that door...well, let's just say there was no going back.

You didn't understand how real that was until now.

Because somehow, someway, after carrying guilt you didn't even need to have in the first place, you were here.

You were theirs.

You were waking up in their bed with Natasha's arms wrapped tight around your waist.

A shudder ran down your body as the redhead's lips met your bare shoulder, peppering kisses across the skin. "Morning, detka. Sleep well?"

"Yeah," you reply as a smile forms on your face. "You're a fantastic cuddler."

"Shut up," she mumbles. There's a clear lack of annoyance in her words despite her attempts at sounding tough. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Your grip on me begs to differ."

At your response, her hands move to grip your waist, her nails digging into your soft skin. The sensation makes you gasp, your back arching almost instantly. You can feel the redhead smiling against your skin. It hasn't been that long and she already knows your body better than you do.

"Sorry, were you saying something?" She says, taking advantage of your reactions to grind against your ass. "You seem a little distracted."

 It's a bit of a cruel game but it's one she loves to play with you. Truth be told, she loves playing with you, period. You're so different from Wanda, so much more responsive, more honest about your constant neediness.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you mumble, not so subtly grinding back against her.

Just because you were slowly learning the rules regarding your place didn't mean you didn't love pushing Natasha's buttons whenever you could. Which really only happened in the mornings and during aftercare. Those were the only two moments when the older woman allowed herself to be soft with you, to let you see behind the walls she'd expertly put up to keep everyone out. Everyone except you and Wanda, it seems.

Her voice remains low, straddling the border between a tease and a warning. "Is my good girl trying to be a brat?"

Your heart skips a beat at her words. At the mention of being her good girl. Of being hers.

After the rough beginning your relationship had, you never thought you'd be let into her heart in any way. And yet here you are. You're her good girl, her kitten, her darling submissive.

"No..." You trail off, trying to decide whether to behave or push her buttons a little more. Ultimately, your desire to be a little shit wins out. "...Daddy."

Natasha chuckles behind you, her hands moving from your hips and toward your breasts. She gives them a soft squeeze as her thumbs tease your hardening nipples. "Oh, kotenok, you woke up cheeky this morning, huh? You know what mouthing off like that will earn you, right?"

You do know. She's told you many, many times before, usually while she's praising you for being so good for her and drawing out orgasm after orgasm from your overstimulated body.

However, she's never actually acted out any of her warnings. It's a good thing, you know that, and yet you can't stop yourself from wanting to see what it will feel like. To explore what that kind of submission will do to you.

"Yes, Daddy. I know."

She hums before going right back to kissing across your shoulders, nipping at your skin just to get you to arch into her teasing hands. "I see...you want to be punished, don't you? Want Daddy to remind you of your place until there's nothing else inside your mind?"

You're about to reply when you're interrupted by F.R.I.D.A.Y. "Miss Romanoff, Miss Maximoff has asked me to notify you of her return."

Your cheeks flush, even though the disembodied voice can't see what exactly you're up to this morning. At the very least, F.R.I.D.A.Y. is a lot less nosy than Jarvis ever was. Although, if you're being honest, you liked him better before he turned into a robot.

"I'm assuming she'll be at the Medbay for a while?" The Widow replies, her mind no doubt full of the things she'll do to you to pass the time.

"Yes, it seems she'll be there for the next half hour."

"Good. Thank you, Friday."

The AI doesn't reply and you can practically imagine her making a swift exit out of the room, leaving you to face whatever it is that the redhead has come up with.

"y/n..." Natasha purrs, her breath hot against your ear. "I have an idea. Why don't we give Mommy a nice surprise, hmm? Don't you want to be her pretty welcome back gift?"

You're not sure what being Wanda's "welcome back gift" will entail, but you can't deny your curiosity about it. Especially since the witch has no idea what you and her girlfriend have been up to. You have no doubt she has her suspicions, she is a mind reader after all, but it'll still be nice to surprise her.

You agree before you even know what you're doing, and Natasha wastes no time in springing into action.

In a matter of minutes, you go from lying comfortably under the covers to being spread out on your back, your limbs tied to each corner of the bed. You're exposed, vulnerable, and you love every second of it.

Of course, Natasha isn't satisfied with that. No, to top off the pretty sight you make, she places a deep, dark red ball gag between your lips. You shouldn't be surprised since, after all, you did ask for it.

"There we go," the redhead hums appreciatively, her eyes taking in the beautiful sight. "Now, just sit tight, okay, detka? I'll be right back."

You whine instantly, but she pays no mind to you, quickly making her way out of the bedroom and going to look for Wanda. You're not exactly happy about being left alone yet, there's nothing you can do. All you can do is throw your head back in frustration and wait for your lovers to return.

You're not sure how much time goes by, although there's no doubt in your mind that Natasha does her best to draw out their return just to mess with you, but eventually, they make their way back to you.

The sound of the door opening makes you practically vibrate with excitement, your hips wiggling from side to side without thinking.

"Well, would you look at that," Wanda says as she steps further into the room. "Looks like someone was having fun without me."

Natasha follows her in, standing behind her and wrapping her arms around her waist. There's something so domestic about the action that makes your heart clench.

"I had to get her ready for you, darling," the redhead replies as her chin finds the other woman's shoulder. "She looks good, doesn't she?"

"She sure does. I take it you worked out your issues?"

"We came to an...agreement, yes. I couldn't let you have all the fun."

Wanda chuckles, the corners of her mouth quirking up into a fond smile. There's no mistaking the fire in her eyes, though, the desire simmering below the surface. "And you said I was crazy for wanting her to join us."

The Widow grumbles, clearly not quite ready to admit her girlfriend was right. "You're still not off the hook, you let her believe you cheated on me."

"When are you going to let that go?"

"I'm not sure, maybe you should make it up to me."

Natasha's eyes remain on you but Wanda turns around, silencing her girlfriend's complaints with a fiery kiss. All you can do is watch, feeling left out and far too involved at the same time. You're slowly getting used to their competitive antics.

Their kisses turn desperate in nothing short of a few seconds, leaving you far too desperate and needy while you squirm around on the bed. They take their sweet time getting back to you, though, instead letting their hands wander over each other's bodies.

You'd love to complain but you're still gagged so talking is pretty much impossible. More than that...you can't say you're not loving the view. It makes you feel a little dirty, like you're watching an intimate scene you shouldn't be, and it brings a rush unlike anything you've ever felt before.

They know, because of course they know, and your obvious arousal only motivates them to tease you.

Natasha moves first, expert hands reaching for the hem of Wanda's shirt and lifting it over her head in an instant. "I missed you."

"Are you talking to me or my boobs?" The witch replies with a perfectly raised eyebrow.

"I'm talking to all of you."

"Nice save, 'Tasha."

"Shut up."

There's something comforting about the scene in front of you, even as your frustration builds. You've been with them before, but it's different this time. You can feel the change in energy, the easy chemistry that flows between all of you now that Natasha isn't trying to push you away.

"Come on, I think we've teased our good girl long enough," Wanda says, taking the redhead's hand and leading her toward the bed. "Isn't that right, sweetheart? You're feeling a little frustrated, hmm?"

You nod desperately in response, tugging at the rope that holds you down. Your actions only make both of your lovers chuckle.

"Look at her, she's drenched and we haven't gotten started yet," Natasha comments, her eyes trailing up and down your body like a predator assessing its prey.

"I'm guessing this means training's going well."

"She's a quick learner. A bit bratty sometimes, though."

The way they talk about you as if you're not a part of the conversation has you clenching around pure air. It doesn't help that the Widow is so accurate in her assessment of you. You love being submissive, being under their control, but you can't deny how much fun it is to disobey. To push against the boundaries she's set for you, not to defy her but to tease her. Maybe even test her a little.

It's far too fun.

"Is that right, sweetheart?" Wanda asks, even though your body language makes it clear how correct Natasha is. "I thought you liked being our good girl. Because if you don't, well...you know what happens to naughty girls, don't you?"

Of course you know. It was one of the first things the redhead taught you. Sure, the rules and terms weren't too fleshed out yet since Natasha had wanted her girlfriend to be a part of the whole exchange, but she'd gone over most things with you. Rewards, punishments, hard limits, all that stuff.

You're unable to tell the witch that, though, thanks to the gag in your mouth. Your incoherent mumbles seem to entertain her for a few seconds while Natasha sneaks off toward their closet.

Wanda's chuckle cuts through the air. Your attempts at convincing her you've been good clearly amuse her. "I know, baby, I know you like being good. Otherwise, Nat wouldn't be so attached to you."

"I'm not attached," the redhead grumbles.

A month ago, her words would have made your heart drop into your stomach. Now, though, you know she's only playing a part. She has no problem telling you how she feels outside of a scene, but when you're playing, when you're being their pet, she's right back to being mean. Right back to degrading you and humiliating you until you're riding the edge of pleasure and pain.

"Keep telling yourself that, darling."

"Oh, I will."

Their banter is borderline comforting. You've loved spending time with Natasha, but this, being with them and seeing their personalities come together, this is where you thrive.

Well, it's not like you're doing much. Then again, they like you most when you're like this. Vulnerable, at their mercy, and so obviously loving every second of it.

Wanda climbs onto bed with you, crawling over your body until she's hovering over you with a gentle smile that steals all your worries away. "'Tasha's such a liar, isn't she, sweetheart? It's okay, let her act like she's the big bad."

You want to laugh, but it's a little hard when she's leaning down to pepper kisses all over your face. The action is far softer than what you were expecting and it makes your heart soar.

You were ready for a rougher training session, for a trial run meant to show you what you had been missing in the witch's absence. But this? This is really good too.

Wanda continues her loving assault on your skin, trailing kisses down your jaw and toward your neck. You tilt your head back in response, earning a soft giggle muffled against your skin, as she kisses and nibbles all up and down your throat. There's no doubt in your mind that she's littering your skin with hickies and noticeable marks, but you find you really don't mind it.

The witch steals your attention long enough for Natasha to gather a few supplies before making her way over to you. You feel her set a few things down next to you, but you don't get to see what they are. Not that you really mind considering how busy your mind is.

"Stop hogging her attention, that's not very fair."

"It's not my fault you left her so fuzzy-headed. Poor girl didn't even stand a chance, huh?"

You shake your head, a few muffled whines making their way out of you.

Natasha chuckles as she shifts onto her knees next to you. Her hands find their way between you and Wanda's bodies, teasing your skin as she explores the territory she's spent the past few days claiming.

"Oh, please. This is nothing. You should've seen the state she was in last night."

The reminder makes you squirm in your restraints, trying to get closer to them to no avail. You know how desperate you look, how absolutely needy you are, but you can't find it in yourself to care. This is what you had been waiting for. To be completely theirs. To surrender to them and accept everything they were willing to give you. Sure, it was intimidating and yet it felt incredibly right.

"Are you trying to make me jealous?" Wanda responds, working her way down your body, expertly avoiding the areas where her girlfriend is touching you.

"You deserve it. Wasn't this your fantasy?"

"Maybe. It was hers first, though. Isn't that right, detka?"

The change in topic makes you blush. It shouldn't be surprising to hear that the witch had already known about your feelings for her but it's still a little embarrassing. At least she seems to enjoy it.

You nod, your movements slightly frantic and no doubt fueled by the feeling of her lips on your flushed skin. She takes her time dragging her lips up and down your inner thighs as Natasha teases your hardening nipples.

"Such a good little slut. I bet you're already so fuzzy. Just want your cunt played with and nothing else." The redhead distracts you with her words, leaving you completely unprepared for Wanda's continued assault.

You don't hear the thrumming sound of the vibrator coming to life, but you sure feel it against your sensitive clit. Your whole body shudders in response as your hips buck in a desperate attempt to escape the overwhelming sensation.

Your reaction makes the witch laugh and she leans down to press a few more kisses to your thighs. "There you go, that's what I like to see."

Her words feel more like humiliation than praise and yet you can't find it in yourself to care. Not when it feels so good that it borders on painful.

"Excuse you, we were having a little chat." Natasha's tease is coupled with a firm grip in your hair as she tilts your head toward her. "I'll have to train you if you don't fix that attention span, pet."

"Be nice, Nat, it's not her fault she likes me more."

"God, you're such a brat, Maximoff." Her free hand leaves your body to land a sharp smack against Wanda's ass. "I'll put you in your place too, if I have to."

The witch hums in response, very clearly pushing herself back against the redhead's hand. "You know I'd enjoy it."

Natasha spanks her again and the sight has you bucking your hips faster as you search for more pleasure. You let out a string of whines, already feeling yourself on the edge of an orgasm. It's a little embarrassing how quickly you're reaching your limit but in your defense, you've been worked up ever since you woke up. You were bound to lose from the beginning.

"Don't tell me you want to cum already, sweetheart? We've barely gotten started."

You want to defend yourself, but your attempts are instant failures. Natasha seems to get off on how pathetic you sound, though.

"It's alright, kitten, why don't you go ahead and cum for me? Mommy hasn't earned her reward just yet."

Wanda opens her mouth to object but she doesn't get very far since the redhead goes right back to spanking her.

You're not used to seeing the witch in a slightly more submissive position. She always seem to straddle the border between being fully in control and immersed below Natasha's dominance. This change of pace is more than welcome, though.

The vibrator gets pushed harder against your sensitive clit and the pressure sends you over the edge almost instantly. You don't get a chance to warn them, all you can do is give in to the sudden pleasure as your body trembles beneath them.

They're both distracted by the sight of your orgasm crashing into you so suddenly. So beautifully.

"What a good girl," Natasha murmurs appreciatively. "You could learn a thing or two from her, Wands."

"Whatever." You miss the way the witch rolls her eyes since your eyes are more than a little blurry and there's a soft ringing in your ears. "It won't be my fault when she forgets her place, Daddy."

That earns her another spank, but she's too busy moving the vibrator away from your drenched cunt to care. You whine softly at the loss of contact even though you feel far too sensitive to take much more.

Apparently, you look as out of it as you feel because the older women take a few moments to let you catch your breath.

Wanda's hands gently stroke up and down your legs to keep you grounded while Natasha shifts closer, her hands reaching out to undo the ballgag. "How are you feeling, kotenok? Do you want to keep going?"

Your throat's a little dry, but you manage to form a reply. "I'm okay. Just need to catch my breath."

The Widow nods before reaching over to grab the bottled water on the nightstand. She helps you take a few sips of water while Wanda continues to caress your skin, both giving you as much time as you need to recover. It's such a small thing and yet it's a reminder of why you're so attached to them. Why you need them more and more with every day that goes by.

Your relationship with them might have had a bit of a rough start, but you couldn't imagine a better outcome. Couldn't imagine two better people to surrender your heart to.

"Someone's in a romantic mood," Wanda pipes up with a soft smile.

Her words cause an instant response in you and you feel your face grow warmer by the second. "Why are you in my mind right now?"

"Because your thoughts about me are so loud," she replies almost instantly. "Don't look so embarrassed, detka, I think it's cute."

"Shut up," you mumble, momentarily forgetting where you are and what you're in the middle of doing.

Wanda's smile turns slightly dark and her hand comes down against your thigh before you can even think about what you did wrong. "Where'd your manners go, huh?"

The sensation makes you shiver, but Natasha reaches a hand out to stop the witch from smacking your thigh again. "Time out, darling. I don't think we're quite ready to keep going."

You want to argue with her and yet you make no real effort to. As much as you might want to keep going, you can't deny how overwhelming it all was...and how desperate you are for some cuddles.

"Sorry," you mumble.

Wanda instantly shushes you as she uses her magic to undo the restraints keeping you tied down. "Nonsense, you have nothing to apologize for."

The second your limbs are free, Natasha's hands are on you again. This time, though, she merely maneuvers you onto your side so she's able to slide in behind you. The second her arms wrap around your waist, your shoulders let go of the tension they've been holding. 

Wanda wastes no time in joining the two of you, laying down in front of you and reaching up to play with your hair. "Just relax, we have all day to pick up where we left off."

"Don't rush her, little witch."

Natasha's words make you chuckle and you lean forward until you're practically buried in the witch's chest. "I'm okay, guys. I don't break easily."

A beat of silence goes by as they allow you to soak in the afterglow, in the feeling of their embrace.

But the Widow really can't help herself.

"Are you sure? Maybe we should test that out."

Her words are a tease, but none of you can deny your curiosity...or your arousal.

Needless to say, you spend most of the day tangled up in their bed.

Your bed.

With the two women who mean the absolute world to you.

[solxamber]

Crisis Averted - Cater Diamond x reader

After a royal screw up, Cater is left scrambling trying to fix his mistake before you find out. Best part? You've known what he did from the start and you think it's hilarious.

It started out as a normal day. Sun shining, birds chirping, and Cater Diamond doing what Cater Diamond does best—being charming, taking selfies, and generally vibing. But today? Today was different. Today, something bad had happened. And Cater was in full-on crisis mode trying to fix it.

The problem? He’d accidentally erased an entire folder of your saved photos. Not just any folder, either—the one with all your most treasured memories. Birthday celebrations, vacations, goofy selfies of the two of you, everything. Gone. Deleted. Kaput.

Now, to most people, that might not seem like a big deal. But Cater knew better. Those pictures? They were important to you. You loved looking through them on rough days, getting lost in nostalgia, and reliving all those sweet moments. And now? Now they were digital dust, and he was freaking out.

“Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no…” Cater muttered under his breath, pacing back and forth in his room. He tugged at his hair, his phone in one hand as he furiously scrolled through every possible "how to recover deleted photos" forum. “I am so dead…”

What Cater didn’t realize, however, was that you already knew. In fact, you’d known from the start. He wasn’t exactly subtle, and after the fifth time he started texting you, only to delete the message before you could read it, you had a pretty good idea that something was up. Honestly? It was kind of… cute. Watching him scramble to fix things like that, his usual cool and carefree attitude unraveling right before your eyes.

You decided to sit back and let the chaos unfold.

Meanwhile, Cater was in full-blown panic mode. He had no idea how you hadn’t noticed yet. He'd been avoiding you all day, coming up with the most ridiculous excuses for why he couldn’t meet up. His messages were starting to get weirder, too.

Cater: Heyyyyy, babe! Can we talk? Wait, no. Scratch that. Uhm, are you free? Like, soon?

Cater: Actually, no. Never mind. I’m busy. Super busy. The busiest. TTYL!

You stared at your phone, a smirk playing on your lips. He was so bad at this. Deciding to mess with him a little, you shot him a casual reply.

You: Sure, I’m free! Wanna hang out?

There was a solid three minutes of radio silence before Cater’s reply came in.

Cater: Haha, maybe later? I’ve got, uh… stuff. Very important unbirthday stuff.

You could practically feel the anxiety radiating through the text. Oh, this was going to be fun.

Back in his room, Cater was biting his nails, sweat beading on his forehead. “Okay, okay, okay. Gotta fix this, gotta fix this now,” he whispered to himself, pacing like a madman. He quickly uses split card, and suddenly, there were three Cater Diamonds standing in front of him, all looking equally panicked.

“Alright, team,” the original Cater said, clapping his hands together. “We’ve got a mission. We need to recover those photos before they notice anything.”

One of the clones raised an eyebrow. “How are we supposed to do that?”

“I don’t know!” Cater wailed. “That’s why we’re brainstorming!”

The clones exchanged a look before launching into a ridiculous plan. Clone One suggested hacking into your cloud account, while Clone Two thought maybe bribing one of your friends for a copy of the pictures might work. Neither idea was particularly realistic, but desperation was a powerful motivator.

“Alright, alright, calm down, me,” Cater said, rubbing his temples. “Let’s start with trying to recover the deleted files. If that doesn’t work, then we’ll… we’ll figure something out.”

The next few hours were a blur of Cater running around, trying every possible recovery trick in the book. He even roped his clones into checking your laptop, your external hard drives, and even the trash bin on your phone, all while sending you increasingly bizarre texts to keep you from getting suspicious.

Cater: Sooooo, what are you up to today? Got any fun plans? Not that I’m prying! Just curious!

You: Just chilling. You?

Cater: Oh, you know, vibing. Totally normal day here. Nothing weird happening.

You: Uh-huh. Sure.

By this point, you were just waiting for him to crack. And when he started sending his clones to “casually” check in on you—one pretending to drop by for a “totally innocent, nothing-to-see-here��� visit—you had to bite back laughter.

The first clone showed up at your door, grinning nervously. “Hey! Just thought I’d swing by and say hi. You’re not, like, working on anything super important, are you?”

You raised an eyebrow, amused. “Not really. Why?”

The clone scratched the back of his neck, eyes darting around. “No reason! Just checking! Everything’s fine! Great! Haha, okay, bye!”

And he was gone just as quickly as he’d appeared.

You leaned back in your chair, shaking your head. Poor Cater was really losing it. And you… well, you were having the time of your life watching him squirm.

Finally, after what must’ve been hours of frantic searching, Cater hit his breaking point. All of his clones were gone, exhausted from their efforts, and he was alone in his room, slumped over his desk, completely defeated.

“I’m doomed,” he muttered to himself, face in his hands. “They’re going to hate me. I’ve ruined everything…”

That was your cue. You figured you’d let him off the hook before he spiraled into a full-on meltdown. Casually, you made your way over to his room and knocked on the door.

“Cater? You in there?”

There was a long pause, and then the door slowly creaked open. Cater peeked out, looking like he hadn’t slept in days. “Oh, hey…” His voice was weak, his usual enthusiasm completely drained.

You smiled softly, stepping inside. “You okay?”

He let out a shaky laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Uh, yeah. I mean, no. Actually, no, I’m really not okay. I screwed up, and I didn’t know how to fix it, and now you’re going to be so mad at me, and I just—”

“Cater,” you interrupted, placing a hand on his arm. “I already know.”

He froze, eyes wide. “You… what?”

You chuckled. “I knew the second you started acting weird. You accidentally deleted my photos, right?”

Cater stared at you, completely dumbfounded. “You knew?”

“Yup,” you said, grinning. “And honestly? Watching you try to fix it has been hilarious.”

He gaped at you, his face a mix of relief, confusion, and a tiny bit of betrayal. “You… you knew? And you didn’t stop me?!” He whines "You're so, so mean!"

You laughed, pulling him into a hug. “I thought it was kind of cute. Plus, I backed up the photos ages ago, so it’s not a big deal.”

Cater sagged against you, all the tension draining from his body. “Oh my Seven… I thought I was going to die from stress.”

You smiled, running a hand through his hair. “You’re not off the hook, though. You still owe me for all the chaos you put me through today.”

He groaned, burying his face in your shoulder. “Fair. Totally fair. But… thanks. For not being mad.”

“Who could be mad at you?” you teased. “You were way too entertaining.”

Cater finally pulled back, his usual grin returning, though there was still a hint of sheepishness in his eyes. “Well, I guess if you enjoyed the show, then it wasn’t a total disaster.”

You chuckled, ruffling his hair. “You’re lucky you’re cute, Diamond.”

He flashed you a wink, back to his old self again. “Oh, I know I am.”

And just like that, the crisis was averted.

Masterlist

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for asking my gf's son not to call me dad?

I (22M) have been dating my gf (24F) for 4 years now. She has a 7 year old whose dad isn't in the picture anymore - he hasn't been since the kid was born. My gf says he was abusive and I think there are some charges against him but as far as I know, nothing was proven. He has other kids too who he does have a relationship with but he doesn't have custody rights with my gf's son so they hasn't been allowed to have a relationship.

My gf and I live together and are both in college. I am going to be a surgeon and she wants to study science but she hasn't decided what to do with it yet. Because we're both busy with that, her son doesn't live with us full time. He stays with her parents during the week. This means that we have to dedicate our weekends to looking after the kid. I didn't really mind this at first but her parents are really pushing for her to look after him during the week now too, which we don't have time for. I hear how that doesn't sound great but the plan has always been that her parents will take care of the kid until she finishes with school. She has classes for 4+ hours from Mon-Thurs, plus she needs to spend a few hours studying every day, then she has labs on Friday for most of the day. I have classes all week for fewer hours each day but next semester I'll probably be doing an internship so I'll have more work to do. Then we pick up her kid on Friday evenings and spend the whole weekend with him. There's hardly any time for us to spend time alone together. I like her son and he's usually fun to have around but both of us are obviously stressed from having no down time so most weekends my gf and her son get into an argument or something and things escalate. I try not to get involved when that happens. Sometimes my gf and I are the ones who end up arguing and in that case, I usually go to my parents house.

Basically, I'm not super involved with the kid. Her parents want us to spend all of our free time on parenting despite originally agreeing that it was better if my gf focused on school. He has a dad who could probably be more involved but my gf and her family don't want him around. I've suggested that maybe it would be a better solution for her son to live with his dad full time, that way she can focus on school and then her career and still have time for herself and for us. I love her but she doesn't really have maternal instincts and she doesn't actually want kids, she has said a lot that she regrets not giving him up for adoption.

Recently, we were out for dinner with my gf's sister and kid, and the kid called me his dad. He's done this a lot and usually I just kind of ignore it, but no one else corrected him this time and I felt like the kid deserved the truth. I asked him then and there not to call me dad because he has a real dad who probably wouldn't like it. He didn't seem upset by it but my gf's sister lost it. She thinks I don't want the kid around and that I'm the reason my gf doesn't spend more time with him. She also thinks this was the first time my gf's son heard about his bio dad. Total conjecture, but she won't hear my side of it. The kid knows I havent been around since he was born so he obviously knows someone else must be his dad. I told my gf I don't think it's fair to let the kid call me dad when he has a real dad out there and she sort of agrees. She told her son not to call me dad anymore and they had a long talk about it. She still doesn't want the real dad involved but that's a whole other battle.

Here's why I think I might be the asshole: I said this to the kid in a moment of annoyance, which probably wasn't the way to bring it up. Like I said, he didn't seem upset by it but I wasn't there for the longer conversation so I don't know exactly. I think he's old enough to be allowed to know about his real dad in a more serious way. It's kind of messed up that he could run into his dad in the street (we live in a pretty small town) and wouldn't know it. I'm not his dad and for the foreseeable future, I won't be responsible for him as a parent because he still lives with his grandparents. I think it's reasonable to say that he shouldn't call me dad. So, AITA?

[wolfiesmoon]

Who is who again?

Riddle, Vil, Idia (seperately) x gn!reader

i was thinking and thinking and then i remembered that basic overdone fanfiction tropes do in fact exist, so here's a silly lil bodyswap fic for the soul

yuu is a little silly prankster goofster who likes messing around and trolling people in this fic, just saying in advance that i did inject a bit of personality in them

also i apologise if the fanfic becomes confusing to read at any point, it's kind of hard writing the reader's actions while in someone else's body, especially when interacting with the person you're swapped with haha

‧₊˚✩彡 Riddle Rosehearts

"Okay, so you're tellin' me that you're Riddle, and you're the Prefect?" Cater pointed to each of you respectively, still trying to grasp the situation. Trey, Ace and Deuce seemed equaly stumped.

"Yep. I'm not exactly sure what happened, but I'm in Riddle's body now." you replied, shrugging casually. "You shouldn't have told them so early on, Riddle, I wanted to mess around a bit."

"Oh, now I'm very glad I told them so early. Knowing you, you'd cause far too much trouble for me to be able to uphold my reputation." Riddle shuddered, imagining the silly pranks you'd pull on everyone while in his body. Well, I suppose they wouldn't be very silly to him.

"Wait. If I'm in your body, does that..."

You quickly took out Riddle's magical pen and pointed it towards Ace, yelling out "Off with your head!"

To your surprise, it actually worked and Ace had a collar around his neck. So you can use magic now.

"HEY! Why did you do that!?" Ace called you out.

"It's revenge for stealing the bit of food I was saving for last on Friday. And also, I needed someone to test out whether I can use magic now." you smirked mischeviously at his annoyance. Now this is fun.

"This still feels unreal. I cannot believe I'm looking at myself talking to someone else. And fooling around like an idiot, too." Riddle did not seem amused.

"Listen, okay, I finally have magic now and I'm gonna take advantage of that. Which means you better run, Cater." you rubbed your hands together evilly.

"What?! Why me?!" Cater was not prepared for this attack.

"Too much magicam. Not enough reality. Collar needed." you explain like a robot overlord and point Riddle's magical pen at Cater.

"Now, now, let's not do that, okay?" Trey gently wrapped his hand around the magical pen in your outstretched hand, smiling at you.

You were about to shake his hand off and proceed with your collaring plan, but you got a better idea.

"No, no, you're right." you shook your head, lowering your hand. Cater breathed a sigh of relief.

"Since I'm Riddle and all, I have to uphold a perfect test score on every test." everyone looked at you, wondering where you were going with this.

"This might be an awkward time to mention that I haven't studied for tommorow's test at all."

"Oh, no. Absolutely not. You are coming with me." Riddle was not about to let his grades slip by such a wide margin. He'll make you memorise things until atleast a 90% is guaranteed, as much as he would hate to get one.

Originally, he was going to try and figure out how to switch you back as soon as possible but that'll have to wait after tommorow it seems.

"WAIT, CAN YOU LIKE, ATLEAST REMOVE THIS COLLAR BEFORE YOU LEAVE?!" Ace yelled behind you but you just whistled innocently, not paying attention to his despair.

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"That's how the Queen's succesor managed to- are you even listening?"

"You know, it looks kind of funny when I'm being scolded by myself." you yawned, placing your chin on your arms which were currently crossed on the table.

"This is NO laughing matter. My grades are at stake here." Riddle scolded you some more. You nodded sleepily and he took that as a sign to continue.

"So as I was saying- What are you doing now?" Riddle followed your line of sight, his gaze falling on the mirror inside his room. You were looking at him?

"Woah... You're, like, actually pretty cute." you turned back to him, excited at your discovery.

"...What are you blabbering on about? This is NO time to be fooling around, as I have been telling you for the past- Wow, you really are hopeless." Riddle sighed, watching you examine his face in his mirror and still not listening to the magical history lesson.

It does not help at all that you made him lose composure with that "cute" comment.

"Your eyelashes are nice." You comment, smiling at your own reflection.

"What an oddly specific compliment." Still, Riddle felt all weird inside when you said that. This is not fair. Now he can't focus on teaching you anymore.

"It's not oddly specific, really. Guys have really great eyelashes sometimes." You batted your lashes at the mirror and then at him, trying to showcase his charm.

"That is... very strange. Please stop that." Riddle still felt weird about seeing his own face make such silly expressions.

"Hey, if I were in my own body right now I would be swooning over you. Just for your information." You rolled your eyes playfully, entirely insistant on getting out of studying by flustering the hell out of poor Riddle.

"Wha- That's it, off with your-" Riddle reached for the magical pen which would normally be in one's pocket, only to realise that you don't even own one. Of course.

"Oh, Riddle. You silly goose. I'm the one in power here." You intertwined your fingers like a supervillain.

"Please, let's just get back to studying." If Riddle were in his own body right now, his face would be red all over from embarrasment.

"If you insist." You sighed in feigned defeat, your mind already cooking up more plans to embarrass Riddle while you're in his body.

How very fun indeed.

"Why are you smiling at me like that? That kind of smile does not suit my face." Riddle seemed concerned about his body's fate.

"Hmmm, I wonder how many drinks I can order at the Mostro lounge in one sitting." You wondered aloud on purpose.

"What?!"

"What? I didn't even say anything this time." you faked your innocence.

This is going to be a nightmare for Riddle, isn't it?

‧₊˚✩彡 Vil Schoenheit

"Oh. My. God." you lightly slapped your cheeks while looking at yourself in the mirror to make sure this is reality.

Well, you suppose they aren't exactly your cheeks. You're currently inside Vil freaking Schoenheit's body and you have no idea how it happened.

You do suppose all logic kind of gets thrown out the window in a world where magic exists, so swapping bodies with someone might not be that outlandish. Now you wonder if you're the only one who this happened to, and what your body is up to.

Speaking of being Vil Schoenheit now, does that mean you have to uphold his insanely strict daily routine now?

Nah, who are you kidding? You're going to cause as much trouble as you can for this pretty boy. He wakes up much earlier than you thought, so you don't know what to do right now. You walk around his room, inspecting every corner for some prank ammunition.

Rook knocked on the door all of a sudden, telling Vil that he's worried since he's taking longer than usual. You let him into the room.

You decided that you're not going to tell anyone that you're actually not Vil and and act as him for as long as you possibly can.

"Oh, I was just... thinking about something." you grinned evilly at the mirror, before turning back to face Rook.

"Oh my, it seems you were so lost in thought that you've completely forgone doing your hair and makeup. Quite the unpleasant surprise. What troubles you so?" Rook seemed utterly hearbroken.

Wow, he's blunt sometimes. Not that you care about that right now.

"I was just thinking that I'll probably skip all that today. You know, going for a natural look." You twirled a piece of Vil's hair in your hand.

Rook tried convincing you otherwise but you shooed him out, not wanting to hear anything about how 'a natural look also involves doing subtle, light makeup'. You're on a mission here.

Speaking of, you just got a great idea.

You opened his Magicam after getting dressed, briefly gawking at the follower count before clicking on the 'new post' button.

You placed Vil's phone horizontally against your chest, taking an unflattering chin photo and posting it to magicam with the caption "#chinningtime😍😍😍😍", giggling like an idiot all the while.

Within a minute, your post has already gained about 2 thousand likes and loads of very confused (and amused) comments.

What great encouragement to post another one.

You placed the selfie camera of his phone close to your forehead, taking a forehead touch perspective pic. You added the caption "what my kitten sees😈💯🔥" and posted it.

You were laughing your ass off at all the comments when someone knocked at the door. "Roi du Poison, this is an intervention. I am very concerned about you."

Hahahaha, of course he would be one of the first people to worry about you.

Rook joined you once again in your room, explaining how concerned he is about your behavior this morning and how it's very unlike you. I mean, jeez, is Vil allergic to fun or something?

However, Rook wasn't the only one that had concerns with you, it seems.

"Would you care to explain what these are?" you were surprised to hear your own voice, turning your gaze back to the door where you were standing with a very displeased face, holding up your phone with the two selfies you took earlier. It feels dystopian to see yourself standing right in front of you. Out of body experience, for real.

"Wait. Before anything, just who are you?" you wanted to know just who was in your body, though you were already about 90% sure of it.

"Ah, Trickster. What brings you into Pomefiore?" Rook questioned internally how Vil doesn't recognise you.

"For your information, I am Vil. That other person next to you is not Vil. I'd assume you're the prefect, then?" he looked you with authority, leaving no room for stalling or avoiding his question.

"Yeah, yeah. You got me. But like, it's funny, right?" you shrugged, smiling goofily.

Vil dragged you off to the headmage's office, promising to explain things to Rook later and giving a firm scolding to you.

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"Now that everything is finally sorted and we're excused from class for the day, would care to delete those... unflattering posts, please?" once the two of you were back in Vil's room, he immediately brought up that topic.

By now, they had to have gathered about 70k likes, right? Hehehehe.

"Do not smile at me like that. Or I will take back my phone and delete those horrid photos myself. Do you even realise what a PR nightmare this could be?" he placed his hands on his hips. You feel like you look completely different now that Vil's mannerisms are reflected on your own body. Body language really makes a man, huh?

"Oh, come onnnn, your fans love it. Everyone's laughing and saying how surprising it is to see you post something like this. See, they even got the hashtag #chinningtime trending!" you showed him pictures of his fans taking the same unflattering chin photos.

"What joy does someone derive from selfies as horrible as that? You made me look utterly horrible with those angles." You watched your own face contort with cringe. It's amusing how funny you look.

"People love silly things from time to time. For a celebrity as serious and professional as you, occasional silliness makes you look more relatable to your fans. A celebrity with a good sense of humor is the best kind in my opinion." you gave him a happy thumbs up. It was also for your own amusement, but you really don't feel like getting scolded even more than you have on your way back to the dorm.

"That is... the smartest thing I have ever heard come out of your mouth." He sighed, "I suppose it would cause people to talk about it even more if I deleted them now. But I am still not happy about them."

You ignored the jab at your intelligence, turning around to look at yourself in the mirror. "You know, Vil, you can let loose from time to time. Smile and goof around without worrying what someone might think." your eyes travelled down the sculpted jawline of your new reflection.

"In a way, you're right for suggesting that. But I'm not someone who enjoys your sense of humor or relaxed philosophy to begin with." he was right. He only jokes on occasion and his jokes aren't very goofy.

"You're right..." now that you technically are him, you can see first hand how much he cares about his body. His skin is soft and gleaming, his hair is healthy and shiny and his body is nice to move around in.

"You seem lost in thought. It's unlike you." you looked back at him through the mirror.

"I just thought about how admirable you are. Like, damn, I could nevaaa." Vil inferred you were talking about his strict daily routine. You seem different now. More quiet and thoughtful than usual. And he definitely didn't miss the pink dusting his cheeks on his own face through the mirror's reflection.

"Thank you." 'admirable' is a compliment slightly rarer than the usual ones talking about his beauty.

"By the way, your smile is beautiful. Not the one in all the movies, the one you don't consciously make." you closed your eyes, recalling that exact face of his. Too pretty for his own good, that man.

"Thank... you. You seem in a great mood to compliment me. Surely you don't think this will be enough to make up for the selfies, because it is not." at this point, even Vil didn't know what to think. The smile he doesn't consciously make, huh...

"Nah, those were just random ones I wanted to get off my mind. Oh, by the way, I don't know how to do your makeup look. Care to do it for me, pookie bear?" you sprung up from the chair at the vanity table, already getting excited about messing him up on purpose by opening your eyes when he tells you not to or moving your lips away from the lipstick, making it smudge.

You got way too sentimental for a moment there. And you're sure he noticed.

"Back to your regular self, I see. Fine, I will make myself look beautiful, as always." he smiled confidently. Though he himself has become curious about that side of you now.

Do you really think of him as a victim of your little pranks like everyone else, or are you hiding something else behind your silly smile?

‧₊˚✩彡 Idia Shroud

You were surprised to find a different voice calling out to you in the morning and telling you to wake up, one that sounded more cheerful, peppy, childlike.

And sure enough, it was Ortho's face that greeted you instead of your usual furry friend Grim.

As it turns out, you woke up in Idia's body this morning. What a lovely surprise.

You mean that both sarcastically and in the regular sense.

While you were explaining what was happening to a confused and worried Ortho, Idia's phone started buzzing somewhere in the bed. This dude sleeps with his phone inside his bed? Well, you suppose you have no time for judgement when the phone call might be important.

You rummage through his bed and eventually extract his phone. It was your number calling him.

When you pick up, you hear your own panicked voice on the other end. "U-Um, is this- Are you- How do..."

"Yes, I'm the Prefect. Looks like we switched bodies overnight." you inferred that he wanted to know who exactly just picked up the phone.

"How exactly do you think that happened? I mean, that's NOT normal." your voice on the other end seemed much calmer now.

"Hm, I have no clue, but I do know that I'm going to have loads of fun..." you grinned widely, catching a glimpse of yourself on Idia's dark phone screen and flinching slightly. You're definitely not going to get used to looking like someone else for a while. Especially if your new appearance is as unique as Idia's.

"What do you mean by that? Seriously, wha-" you ended the call before your voice could finish the sentence.

"Hehehehe... I bet he's panicking so hard right now." you giggled to yourself, still feeling a little weird about the fact that it's Idia's voice coming out of your mouth instead of your own.

"Brothe- No, Prefect. Who was that?" it was adorable how worried Ortho was over his brother. Or you, you suppose.

"Oh, don't worry your pretty little head about it..." you patted Ortho's head, hand moving over his flames with interest. "Go ahead and have fun, I'll be here if you need me." you gently shooed Ortho out of Idia's room to execute your master trolling plan.

You sat behind Idia's computer, booting it up. His computer works really fast, which isn't all that surprising considering his skills. He probably built the whole PC from scratch.

Surely, Idia won't mind if you play his games for a bit. You just want to see how far he's gotten. How many items he's saved up.

Hehehe.

You opened up one of the games you've been dabbling in yourself a bit, giggling to yourself about the random anime girl backround.

"Jeez, he's basically pro at this point." you went through his obtained characters and all the stats on most characters were maxed out.

But, since he still hasn't obtained the new character AND he has loads of gems in his inventory, he surely won't mind if you do the work for him, right?

You started pulling for characters in the gacha, waiting for the little indicator that you got a rare character. The flames of your hair flickered more and more with each pull, knowing you were getting closer.

Just when you got the pull animation you were looking for, the door to his room burst open and you saw yourself, all panicked and panting. Took him long enough, jeez.

"Oh, hi, me! I was just pulling for this character on your behalf, and-" you glance at the monitor "Looks like I won the fifty/fifty, hehe~" you acted cute and innocent.

"W-W-WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! I didn't- I didn't want this character! I was saving up for the re-run, and- Agh!" Idia pushed you away from his keyboard, and he stared at the screen with pure horror in his eyes. You wonder what color his hair would be if he were in his body right now. But as it stands, his flames are flickering happily above your head at a succesful trolling attempt.

"Just buy more gems, bae. Money solves all your problems." you pat his head, kinda cringed out by the way your face can contort when it's making faces candidly. You really look like that when in despair, huh?

Idia ignored the way the casual pet name made him feel. He's supposed to be furious at you right now, not flustered.

"Noooooooo, this is the worst day of my life...." he hid his face in his hands.

"You know what, though? Look at the bright side! I get to figure out how your hair looks when it's wet. I doubt you'd do it yourself and I've been morbidly curious for a while." you patted his shoulder in an overly cheerful manner.

"Wha- Abso-freaking-lutely not. You're a weirdo of the third degree." he crossed his arms, still feeling a bit heartbroken over his videogames being tampered with.

"Is it that weird that I find your hair pretty?" you run your hand through his hair for the thousandth time this morning. It just feels so strange, yet nice under your fingers.

"Finding out if I become bald when my hair gets wet doesn't seem like something a hair admirer would do, but IDK, maybe my definition is different from yours." Idia shrugs, scowl still as big as ever.

"But really, I am an admirer. I kept looking at myself or, well, you in your phone camera this morning because your hair is just so pretty. Watching your hair fluctuate with your emotions is always a fun sight, too. Like damn, your hair is literally on fire, how cool is that?" you explain your thoughts, twirling a piece of his hair in your hand and smiling at it.

"If only I could cuddle up to you and use you like a heater. Too bad your hair's just a normal temperature." Idia's heart almost exploded at the mental image that formed in his head when you said that. And it was even worse because it was coming out of his own mouth.

"T-This is not okay... You can't do this to me...!" he mumbled, not meeting your eyes.

You don't get it, you just dealt 99999 damage to his falling-in-love-resistance shield. Just how do you manage to do that?

"Actually, now that I can look at it up close as much as I want, your face is like, really well proportioned too. Like..." you bit your lip as a joke, wanting to look overly flirty. "That's all I'm gonna say."

Okay, now you've done it. He might just pass out, right now.

[jirsungs]

NO IDEA | 11. lemme guess, fake boyfriend responsibilities?

word count: 2k words (soo... i might've gone over my planned number which was 1k...)

As soon as Donghyuck got the address of the man that shall not be named’s frat house, he jumped up from his bed. The sudden rustling noise of his panicking startles Renjun and Jaemin, who are scattered around his room. Renjun sat at Donghyuck’s PC desk and was originally trying to peacefully relax and build his Minecraft cottage house while Jaemin was busy munching on chips he stole from their snack stash and playing a game on his phone. 

“Jesus! Dude!”

Donghyuck ignores Renjun’s shriek, already rummaging through his closet (which was not the cleanest, but the messiest) for an acceptable “college frat party” outfit. 

“What’s up with him?” Jaemin mouths to the shorter male, which Renjun shrugs.

Both, now intrigued, remove their focus on their designated activities, and transfer it onto Donghyuck. “What’re you doing?” Renjun asks.

Donghyuck finally answers when he grabs out a gray hoodie, taking a quick whiff before putting it on. “Jeno texted about Hyunjin and Belle making out in a corner and—”

“Lemme guess, fake boyfriend responsibilities?” Renjun interrupts. 

To this, Donghyuck frowns, and Jaemin only snickers at the reaction. “Hyuck, we’re messing with you. Go get your girl, man.” 

The former smiles. “Thanks, guys. I’ll be back in a bit.” 

Donghyuck’s pacing down the hallway to the door when one of the guys yells out, “And uh, if she pukes in Dongsookie, you’re cleaning it up!”

“Jun, what did I say about naming my car?!”

"Busy, can’t hear you!”

Rolling his eyes at Renjun’s obvious lie which was followed by Jaemin’s cackle, Donghyuck stands in front of the shoe rack. He’s about to put his foot into his shoe but stills himself for a moment. 

Is this the right move? What if she doesn’t want me there?

Before he can dwell too much on overthinking, his ringtone's annoying sound makes him jump in his spot. Is it a coincidence that you just happened to call him at this exact moment of his overthinking? He’s not sure, but the thought of it spreads a small smile when he sees your contact pop up.

“Hello?” He covers up his rapid breathing as if he wasn’t rushing to the door a few minutes prior.

“Donghyuckkk…”

The bumping background noise of the party music and your slurring words is all he can hear in his ear when he answers the phone, and Donghyuck doesn’t notice himself fanboying over how cute you are. He’s about to reply when you continue.

“Can yoooou… Pick… me up?”

“Y/N, how much did you drink, exactly?” The smile he’s wearing screams boyish; his teeth sink into his bottom lip as he anticipates your next reply.

“Pleaase…” With his question going unanswered, he decides not to push it.

“Alright, alright, wait for me. I’m on my way. Stay with your friends until I'm there, okay?”

The last thing he hears before you hang up is your little “Mhmm” before he hurriedly puts his shoes on, grabs his car keys, and exits out the door. 

“Sheesh, she’s cute.” 

Donghyuck finds himself fortunate that no one hears him giggling down the apartment hallway.

When Donghyuck drives up to the frat house, he observes the sight with a scowl on his face. It's your typical college party.

How do people enjoy this? How does Jeno enjoy this? He thinks.

Little did anyone know, he sometimes thinks he could enjoy it. But a drunk Y/N walking around in the party seemed like a more important issue to think about at the moment.

After playing out the multiple possible scenarios of what could happen when he walks into the party, he gains the courage to turn off the ignition. He exhales a deep breath before finally exiting his car. 

As soon as he opens the door, he knows he doesn’t fit in. The blasting music makes him cover his ears, and the sweaty bodies pushing into him have him holding his breath. Most importantly, he doesn’t love how people can tell he isn’t familiar with this type of environment because some partygoers side-eye him as he walks past, and even people he recognizes from class whisper to their friends. 

Luckily, he’s welcomed by Jeno once he walks a few steps into the frat. 

“Aye, Hyuck! You’re here!” Jeno’s pat on the back somehow made him ease up a bit.

“Hey, Jeno. Where’s—”

Wasting no time, Jeno, who already knows the end of his friend’s question, nods over to the living room, where Donghyuck catches a glimpse of you drunkenly dancing between two guys. He hates that he can’t detect their faces or how one of the guys is slowly dancing a little bit too close to you or the small fume of jealousy building in his chest, but that’s not important.

Still oblivious to Donghyuck shooting laser beams into the guys’ heads for being so close to you, Jeno continues, “Dude, at least try to look like you fit in. You look awkward as fuck.”

But all Jeno gets is a hit to his side, and he winces. “Alright. That was deserved.”

Noticing that Donghyuck’s mind is distracted, Jeno acknowledges the bitterness and chuckles at his friend. So, saying no more, he nudges Donghyuck further into the crowd.

“Stop stalling and make a move!”

Donghyuck looks like a lost puppy as he politely passes through the crowd. Or at least he tried to; most people couldn’t hear him over the god-awful music that was playing. Seriously though, who’s on Aux? But he listened to Jeno’s advice and continued to push through, not because he wanted to—well, he kind of did—but because he knew Jeno wouldn’t let him leave the house without you in his arms. 

He regrets making him his wingman. He’s kidding. Sorta.

He makes his way into the living room when he finally sees you. He’s glad to see that one of the guys he saw earlier isn’t dancing near you anymore, but the one he noticed getting closer to you was still in his spot. It was obvious the guy was trying to have you grind on him or something. He was clearly failing.

He’s also glad that he’s unfamiliar with the guy because a real problem could’ve started. But then again, it wasn’t like he had the balls to start a fight over this anyway. Still, it tempted him.

Donghyuck walks over to you and wraps his hand around your wrist, and you finally take notice of him. “Baby, you’re heree…” 

His ears perk up at the nickname, and so does the unknown guy who Donghyuck watches scoot farther and farther away. He squints, wondering how someone could be so pathetic to be trying to get something with a drunk girl, but he’s thankful he isn’t an asshole who doesn’t care about her having a (fake) boyfriend.

You leaning on his chest takes him back to the current situation, and one of his hands somehow lands on your back while the other rests on the side of your waist. To anyone else, he would look so physically stiff being this touchy with you, but you? You were too drunk out of your mind to notice a single thing.

“Uh… Um. Y/N, we,” He awkwardly clears his throat before he leans down to reach your ear. “We should go, angel?” His head tilts confusingly at how foreign that pet name sounded on his tongue.

Shit. Why do I sound so unsure right now?

He immediately covers it up: “I mean, yes, angel. That's the right one. But uh, we need to go.” 

He’s about to walk you out of the crowd, but you pull him back in. “Nooo, dance with me?”

You give him the prettiest puppy eyes you can muster, and in that small moment, Donghyuck realizes that he's just a man. A stupid whipped man.

But no, you're drunk. He can't get weak in the knees now.

“Y/N, you're drunk. You're literally tipping over right now.” 

“Am not.” Geez, the pout on your face just makes him want to kiss—

“Y/N, there you are!”

The new voice makes Donghyuck jump, his hands resting on your back and waist falter slightly. He was ready to run if the culprit was revealed to be Hyunjin, but to his luck, it wasn't.

Instead, it was,

“Yo, Chenle, what the hell! You can't just leave that girl hanging—”

Mark and Chenle. Great. This wasn't the first impression I had in mind.

Both boys, confused as ever, glance between you and Donghyuck. Chenle takes account of the placement of your fake boyfriend's hands on your body and smirks. 

Mark, being the saint he is, breaks the ice first. “You're Donghyuck, I assume?”

The said guy is about to answer when he glimpses down at you, and that's when he finds you completely knocked out on his chest. 

When he does, he sends an apologetic look to both of them, “Yeah, that's me. But um, I don't wanna seem rude, I know this is our first time meeting, but can you—can you guys help me get her to my car? Jeno called me about earlier, saying I should drive her home.”

Mark and Chenle exchange a look, almost as if they were mentally saying “he's a good one” to one another. Seeing that he quickly got their yeses brought some type of happiness and relief to his chest. He couldn't pinpoint it.

“Yeah, we can help.”

The moment Donghyuck succeeded in getting you inside your apartment was like a sigh of relief. He thanks Seulgi for being such an angel and lending him her spare key because he was well aware Yuqi was not going to. 

Was it difficult walking you out of Hyunjin's party? Yes. But watching you cutely stumble around the elevator on the way up and mumble gibberish made it all worth it.

He slips Seulgi's spare key onto the key hanger, his eyes not leaving your body as you walk around the living room unsteady. He smiles to himself when he watches you plop on the couch.

He's convinced you were knocked out again because of the decrease in mumbly sentences. So he's taken aback when he walks over to the couch to double-check to meet you with your eyes closed, but you cling onto his arm before he can leave. 

“Mm… Don't leave yet... I wan’ you heree…” You whine.

“Y/N, you’re drunk. Come on, let's get you to bed.”

“Ooh, the bed? Are we hitting third base already?” You tease, your eyebrows wiggling.

Even intoxicated and half asleep, she's still the same. An adorable pain in the ass. 

“Quit it, Y/N.” Despite his unimpressed tone, Donghyuck's cheeks still turn pink at your unexpected words, but he maintains his composure because he knows it's the intoxication talking. 

When he reaches under you to bridal carry you, he ignores the whiny protests that leave your mouth and is successful in holding you to your bedroom. He mentally reminds himself to thank you later on for Facetiming him so much when you needed extra help on certain math problems or just simply to enjoy each other’s company. If it hadn't been for the multiple late-night calls, he wouldn't have been able to differentiate your room from Seulgi's and Yuqi's.

After settling you into bed, Donghyuck thought that was the end of it. But it turns out you had other plans because now your arms circle his neck, trapping him close to you. He has no time to react when your lips meet the side of his neck.

“Hey, what—what’re you doing?” His words stuttered and nervous. He swears he didn’t mean them to.

He can't tell if you're drunk anymore. He hopes you are.

You wait for him to pull away, and when he doesn't, you smile against his neck, leaving drunk, uncoordinated kisses on it. “Just thought… I could make you look prettier.

Did she just call me pretty? Wait—geez, fucking focus, Donghyuck. She's drunk for God's sake. I think… Still, no!

Even though this moment is something he's dreamt about ever since freshman year, this can't happen now. You're drunk and vulnerable, and he'd rather have you in a state where you're only thinking of him, not your lousy excuse of an ex-boyfriend and his new floozy. 

He finally backs away from you. “Y/N, you're not thinking straight, alright? I–I gotta go.”

He doesn’t even wait for your reaction, immediately bolting out of your bedroom. He wastes no time in hurrying out of your apartment and letting whatever interaction between you two stay there. Plus, you'll forget all about this in the morning. For you, this never happened.

But for Donghyuck? Well, let's just say he didn't have the most comfortable ride home.

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[oh-no-its-bird]

hi listen i just had a divine intervention or smth lmk if you don't like it but

what if your team Ro time travel au + my time travel Tobirama

Team Ro would have memories of the canon and they got to this different timeline and there's Tobirama actively trying to seduce Uchiha fucking Madara. They didn't teach THAT in the Academy

They got in the time when Tobirama still orchestrated meetings, but Butsuma is already dead so if everything goes well, Tobirama would get Madara and peace soon.

And then there suddenly spawn a Hatake with a sharingan with 2 Uchiha kids and a Mokuton user. Political nightmare.

Later Tobirama recognises Kakashi and was like "The fuck? It's that Hatake from the war. What is he doing there, he should not have been born yet!!"

OHHH THATS SO GOOD THO???

I'm gonna be real I love the concept of "team ro time travel au but they time travel into someone else's time travel au," that's so good

If we go with your au, there's a really interesting immediate aspect of like: hey ! Tobirama might recognize Kakashi or maybe even Tenzo from the war, but these guys are way fucking younger than when they met !!!

Idk what exactly can be done with that but it's interesting to consider. Also Tobirama talked ab Itachi and his crimes before I'm p sure? So like he knows what happens to the Uchiha and that it was Itachi who did it for the village. I wanna see him faced w the kid who he once praised for slaughtering his own clan to prove his loyalty.

I wanna see him feel the consequences of the stress Itachi is under when he (and possibly Shisui) attempt to kill Madara.

Stop interfering with his fix it fic you brats!! He's already got it covered!! You're just causing a mess!!!!

They get zapped in, like, in the middle of Tobirama's happy ending epilogue too. Tobirama is peacefully eating dinner in his house w his new husband Madara thinking "well. Alls well that ends well." Then BOOM Kakashi Shisui Itachi and Tenzo crash out of fucking nowhere directly onto their table, getting covered in food and breaking the table in half

Immediatley arrested !! I feel like Tobirama would instantly understand what happened by recognizing their uniforms + potentially Kakashi + he's already a time traveler himself so it's really no stretch for him to go "oh fuck I didn't think we'd get a double jepordy in this bitch but I guess not"

But like it's not like he can just SAY that ? Or he could but it would bring a lot of questions he probably does not want to answer.

Now another problem arises in like. I don't think Tobirama is especially attached to any of these guys. I can see him maybe having a lingering "pay it forward ig" feeling just bc they're "loyal konoha soldiers" and it'd be a waste to let that resource just burn. But also like. Under no circumstances can Tobirama have these guys share certain aspects of future knowledge.

Tobirama worked so hard to get here !!!! Literal years of planning !!!! He got his happy ending and it very much rests on Madara staying safe and sane and NO ONE IMPLYING HE WILL BETRAY KONOHA EVER !!!!! Tobirama does not even wanna RISK that becoming a rumor, he will take no chances.

Anyways I think his best course of action would be to reveal himself as a time traveler specifically to team ro, then position himself as their hokage who they should remain loyal to, say that it is for Konoha's best interests that they do not reveal certain things, and play it by ear from there.

Tobirama deciding he can't risk team ro going forward in time again and potentially fucking up the time stream or smthn. They need to stay here. He can not risk losing this shit. Sorry guys it looks like your trapped here <3

Anyways team ro being scary loyal to him bc he is the closest approximation to their (current?) Hokage and only person w the knowledge to enforce that power over them (at this time)

In my original post, like, all of team ro are already established to be kind of at their worst and most loyal to the village at that point to. They are at THE age(s) to be manipulated like that tbh, rip

It's not too bad tho. I think Itachi would feel relieved but also very guilty. Shisui too. Tenzo is violently neutral bc hes still in his "learning to be a real boy" phase from root, but it's all positive for him tbh. Kakashi is tricky bc his mental state is the equivalent of someone rapidly bouncing a ball on a thin pane of glass trying to prove it's bullet proof (it's not) and has like MOUNTAINS of complexes around the words "konoha authority figure" and what he's leaving behind. He's probably the most determined to go back

Anyways uhh. Izuna gets Itachi to help him be skeptical of Tobirama and spy on him. Itachi only agrees bc he violently reminds him of Sasuke (this will develop into a complex if not stopped. Shisui is working on it.)

[cinewhore]

The Hunt - morning

Pairing: Frankie Morales & fem!reader Rating: G for General  warnings: mentions of dead animals. word count: 732 Summary: Frankie takes a job as a park ranger after Colombia. He soon realizes that danger lurks in every corner - human or not. A/N: it's been a HOT minute so I'm not sure what I'm doing exactly but it's been so refreshing jumping back into writing. This has been sitting in my drive for the longest so I figured it's time for it to see the light of day. Pulled some inspiration from The Descent. I am not a wilderness expert!!! Didn't consider myself a Frankie girly but he's got potential. Credits to the gif creator and @saradika for the fic divider. Hope y'all enjoy :)

The Appalachian trail is considered one of the most popular hiking trails in the world. With its lush greenery and inspiring views, it’s no wonder why an estimated three million outdoor aficionados visit each year.  

The soothing whistle of the wind. 

The restorative bubbling springs. 

The charming and varied wildlife. 

To the wandering eye, it was beautiful. To those who knew, it was horrifying. 

It had taken Frankie some bribing to get him to commit to the job. The original ploy was that Will would join him and the two would have idyllic views, serene silence and all the free food they could ask for. It seemed too good to be true, all of these perks plus free lodging and a monthly stipend. 

He guessed it couldn’t hurt to spend the summer in the mountains and as long as Will was with him, it’d allow the time to pass. Out of all his brothers, he and Will were the most alike. Stoic with a keen sense of dry humor, bound together through unimaginable circumstances. 

Perfect. 

Except Will now had a girlfriend who was a bit too touchy for Frankie’s taste. Her family came from the richer side of the tracks and spent their summers on the seas. She masterfully held in her distaste at the announcement that Will wanted to take up the park security position and that out of all the people that could join him, it would be Frankie. He knew she didn’t care for any of them, Benny and Santiago included. She refused to stick around for Benny’s fights and when Will introduced them, she didn’t dare shake his hand. 

So it didn’t shock Frankie that in the morning he and Will were due to head out, he received a text from the blonde headed man saying he’d have to venture on without him. 

Anna wants me to meet the parents. I owe you one. 

Bastard. 

Frankie could always just not go. He wasn’t the main point of contact for the head of park security, who happened to be a friend of Will’s, so he figured there were no real consequences. However, staying meant having to deal with Charity from the bar and he didn’t have the energy. She was a great girl, he was sure, but one drunken night that should’ve never happened turned into a half assed “relationship”.

Taking one last look around his shoddy home, Frankie closes the front door swiftly, double checking the lock before throwing his bags into the hood of his truck.

The first month was boring as shit. Frankie would run the same routine everyday, hoping that someone would throw a wrench in his plans but for once, all park goers were on their best behavior. He found ways to keep himself occupied: Reading and quizzing himself on the employee manual, completing several one thousand piece puzzles, organizing the mess the last person left behind. 

It was mundane and drove him mad. He enjoyed the quiet but too often he’d find himself sweaty and short of breath due to the constant night terrors. Sometimes he thinks he sees Redfly in the shadows of his room but he knows how crazy it sounds. To help bury the past, Frankie becomes a regular at the dive bar. It was shitty but had a local charm and cheap booze. What more could you ask for? 

Another month would go by before people started warming up to the ex-soldier. The judgy stares and barely hushed whispers turned into inviting smiles and loud conversation. The duo of army veterans welcomed him with open arms, recounting stories of the good ole’ days in-between bottles of beer. Frankie refrained from sharing too much of his time in the service, proving to be an excellent listener to Al and Reggie. 

On a warm night like any other, Frankie was throwing back his last bottle when he spotted her out of the corner of his eye. 

A lot can be assumed upon looking at Irene Awahi, given her stern face and austere personality. Underneath the uniform and brief interactions, people would look at Irene as a pillar within the community. She was fair, intelligent and did her duties well. For the elderly who had lived in the area their whole life, they knew her as the inquisitive young girl who followed on the heels of her father. Her light dimmed a lot after he had passed and town gossip would have you believe that she never got over it. Irene would just tell you to mind your fucking business. 

Frankie was drawn to her immediately. He was always partial to a woman who could carry her own, was steadfast and took no shit. 

Irene rejected him the first three times she even got a hint that he was coming onto her. Neither of them are sure what happened the fourth time except that Irene awoke at his, panties ripped and phone dead. 

The awkward tango continued between them, complete with stolen glances and buried emotions. Frankie had met his match. 

Irene woke up before him, making them both coffee before getting dressed to head into work. Frankie quietly regards her as she puts on her clothing, appreciating the care that went into her appearance. Irene had always insisted on staying over at Frankie’s, they were less likely to get caught and made to feel like scandalous teenagers than two consenting adults. 

Little conversation was had as they both prepared to face the day. Others might have felt the need to fill the void with useless chatter but Frankie enjoyed their shared peace. Except this morning was complete and utter torture. 

Things were different last night. Irene had called and invited him over. She was unlike herself, clingy and temperamental. Frankie had tried to get to the bottom of her attitude but she began to cry and begged for his touch, so he gave in. Long after she was asleep, Frankie remained awake, mind wandering. 

He knew that this was likely a temporary arrangement, one he was happy to agree to but his hands got sweaty every time she was near and he found himself caring about the things he said and did in front of her. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get her to open up to him. Frankie could see through her clear as day, even though Irene refused to look in the mirror.

Frankie clears his throat. “Long day today?”

Irene shrugs, fiddling with the buttons on her shirt. “Probably. What’s the date again?” 

Frankie taps his phone, screen lighting up with a picture of him and his brothers. “It’s the 9th.” 

Irene’s fingers stop for a brief second before continuing. She’s swift in the rest of her movements, grabbing her keys and phone before standing beside the door. “Let yourself out, yeah?” 

“Irene-” 

She shakes her head, eyes boring into Frankie’s. “Not today, Frank. We’ll talk soon, I promise.” 

Irene doesn’t wait for a response and sets off. Frankie exits a few moments after, careful as he locks up. 

“So much for an uneventful day.” He mutters to himself, driving off back to his own station.

Frankie thought he was seeing shit at first. Sure, it was early in the morning and he was in an area crawling with hikers but this was different. This didn’t look like a typical hiker. 

You stand in the middle of the road, chest heaving from your run. It had been a difficult journey and the first glimpse of a road had you clawing your way through the bushland. You had zero clue of where you were, what day or time it was. It didn’t matter. What did matter was that you had survived and would live to tell the tale. That is, if anyone believed you. 

The roar of a truck approaching startles you but you make no movement to get out of the road. After making it through a literal nightmare, getting taken out by a truck actually made you grin. 

The vehicle slowed down and a few feet from where you stood, it came to a stop.

A man exits. 

“Hey,” Frankie yells out. “Are you ok?” 

You stop in your tracks, keeping your distance. The man’s hand was grasping something tightly and the last thing you needed was to get shot because a sudden movement caught him off guard.

Raising your hands slowly by your head, you inch a few more steps forward, just enough so that you are in a better line of sight. 

His eyes flew around your figure furiously, assessing every inch of your body. You were bruised, clothes clinging onto you haphazardly that had been cut by bushes and tree branches. Frankie could tell that you were in a state of shock, given your slight whimper when he called out to you. 

You hadn’t heard a human’s voice that wasn’t wrapped up in a scream or choked grunt in a while.  

Frankie looks to his right and then his left, ensuring that you were alone. He had seen many things and battered women being used as bait wasn’t a usual trick but one he had experienced before. 

“You by yourself?” 

You nod. He lessens his hold on what you could now make out as a gun, tucking it in the back of his pants. 

“You lyin’ to me?” He probes. You shake your head, remaining as calm as you could. He seems to believe you because he eventually comes to stand closer to you. As his dark brown eyes rake over your face, they widen in slight recognition. He stalks backwards a few steps before motioning to his truck. You don’t move. 

“Listen, I’m not some random fucking creep. I work for the park and can take you someplace safe, I promise. I’m here to help.” 

If he was a creep, he was a pretty good looking one. Plus if he wanted to hurt you, he would’ve done so by now. It has been difficult to differentiate between realities lately, the one you had always known versus the one you were forced to believe in during your time out in the woods. Frankie seemed genuine in his concern and whether you liked it or not, he was the only option at getting help.

The cold leather of the couch irritates the skin of your thighs. It had been a while since you sat in an actual chair. Being out there for as long as you had, everything seemed weird and out of place. The man who had found you, Frankie, looked worse for wear. Reflecting upon him under the fluorescent lights, he reminded you of one of those hardened cowboys from the westerns. The grays seeped into his beard and hair, stuffed under a tattered baseball cap. He had a consistent tick in his jaw, mouth always fixed in a permanent pout. 

Frankie had asked the basic questions while he drove back to his station, only stopping to make a quick phone call. Given the remoteness of the area, calling for an ambulance could have you waiting for a while and you assured him that you weren’t gravely hurt so there was no need. It wasn’t as bad as it looked and you looked like shit. 

After arriving, he pulled out a first aid kit, working his way efficiently through the different materials inside. You were impressed by his knowledge but figured he had to know first aid, he wouldn’t have made a good ranger if he didn’t. 

 Frankie remembers then that he hasn’t offered you anything to eat or drink, rushing into the tiny kitchenette. He returns with a glass of water and a few granola bars. He leaves them on the coffee table in front of you before returning to leaning against the wall across from you. 

His radio crackles to life at the same time that his cell phone rings and he excuses himself, squeezing into the office space, leaving the door ajar. 

After what feels like hours, the side door to the cabin opens and a woman enters the room. You watch Frankie visibly relax, shifting out of his stance to greet her. She was gorgeous, even in a work uniform. Her hair reminded you of ink, given how fine and straight it was. You wondered what her secret was for keeping it so neat, especially in the southern humidity. 

She exchanges fast and hushed words with Frankie, throwing occasional glances in your direction. You pretended not to be invested in their conversation, examining the cabin instead. It was bare, tidy and quaint. There were a few paperback books on the other side of the couch, one of them a park guidebook. He kept much of his personal effects packed away in his suitcase, ready for departure at the drop of a pin. 

The whispers cease and you turn to face the duo, meeting their hard stares. 

“My name is Irene Ahawi, I’m one of the lead rangers in this park. Francisco tells me he found you out by the Montague trail, is that correct?” 

Francisco? You nod your head, swallowing thickly. Irene nods along with you, pink tongue peaking out from behind her lips. 

“You’re a ways from where you’re supposed to be.” 

If you weren’t paying attention, you would’ve missed the hint of accusation in her tone. 

“We got a call from the sheriff from a few towns over a few weeks ago, he mentioned something about a pair of missing hikers who went off trail, likely to end up around these parts.” 

Frankie’s eyes narrowed and his jaw ticked. You could feel his calculated stare penetrating your being, curious as to what he was thinking. 

“My sister and I take a hiking trip every summer. She starts medical school in the fall, so we figured this would be our last hoorah. We were only supposed to be gone for a week but things got weird halfway through our trip so we turned back. We tried our best to retrace our steps but realized that we weren’t on the same path as before.” 

“Where’s your sister now?” 

You open your mouth and nothing but a strangled cough comes out. You instantly close it, reaching for the bottle of water instead. 

Frankie doesn’t say anything about the dried blood underneath your fingernails and neither do you. 

“Well?” Irene queries again. 

You don’t meet her eye line as you answer. “I don’t know.” 

Irene huffs, cutting her eye at Frankie before looking back at you. “I’ve called the authorities, we’ll meet them-” 

A shrill ring cuts through the air and you yelp, covering your mouth with your hands upon realizing it’s just Irene’s phone ringing. She answers with haste. 

“Go for Ahawi.” 

You and Frankie both remain silent while Irene listens to the panicked voice on the line, gears working overtime as she tries to comprehend what’s being said. “I’m on my way.” 

“What the hell is going on?” 

Irene doesn’t look at Frankie as she dials another number, yanking the front door open. “We’ve got a situation. They need my help.” 

Frankie grits his teeth. “And what about this one?”

“Just take her down to the station. I’m sure the guys there will do the rest.” 

Frankie follows Irene out like a lost puppy, a striking contrast to his demeanor with you. They make it to Irene’s jeep before he stops her. 

“Hey,” his voice softens, shoulders sagging. He places a gentle hand on her forearm.“Be careful out there. I can’t explain it but something’s not right.” 

Irene gazes out into the vast thicket, mind briefly clouded. The need to give into Frankie’s touch caused her insides to twitch but she knew better. This was official business and the lives of others depended on her being fully intact. Irene couldn’t let another man get in the way of her career. 

She gives the yearning man a tight smile before shaking his hand off her arm. “I can take care of myself. Keep your ringer on in case of emergencies.” 

With that, Irene hastily jumps into her vehicle and takes off. Frankie watches her go, teeth gnawing at his bottom lip. Reverting back to his regular sour mood, he returns to the house where you remained in your seat, head snapping away from the door to prove you weren’t eavesdropping. 

“Your girlfriend’s mean.” you comment quietly, attempting to break the icy silence. 

“Get in the damn truck.” 

The tires of Irene’s Jeep grinds the soil and gravel as she screeches to a halt, pulling alongside two police cars parked shy off the main road. The red and blue hues bounced playfully off her rich brown skin, emphasizing her exhaustion. Yellow tape creates a perimeter around the scene, more bodies in uniforms scattered around it.

One of the newer recruits to the force closes in on her, an eager skip in his step. His first taste of real action, she thought. 

“Hi, Ranger Ahawi. Thanks for coming down on such short notice.” 

Irene smirks. She remembers the first few months of working at the park. Bright-eyed, bushy tailed and a can-do attitude that would have solved world hunger and then some. That got beat out her real quick. “How you doin’, Warner?” 

Warner looks back at the scene, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows. “Uh, well, I’ve had better days. Happy I haven’t had breakfast yet.” 

Irene raises an eyebrow.

“I can’t explain, could you just-” he gestures for her to follow him. Irene wasn’t able to describe the feeling that overcame her the moment she took a step forward but it felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice cold water all over her. The hairs along her neck stood frozen, goosebumps pimpling their way down her arms. As they inched closer, Irene could make out Kai. He stood further out from the rest, grand figure leaning against a tree. Head bent and covered by his hat, the cigarette butt illuminates his face in a soft glow. 

Irene turns her head before Kai could catch her staring, focusing back on the situation at hand. Warner lifts up the yellow tape and Irene dips under, hand swiftly covering her nose. The stench of rotten flesh and death pummels all her senses, bile threatening to rise from her throat. 

“Sorry, I should’ve warned you.” Warner utters. “I've never seen anything like it.” 

He could say that again. Sprawled out in front of them was something lifted straight out of a horror movie. At least half a dozen of white tail deer had been slaughtered mercilessly, carcasses strewn about haphazardly, a handful of bones missing. Irene takes her time as she surveys the scene, careful to sweep her eye over every detail. 

Warner studies her profile. “What do you think could’ve done this? I ruled out larger predators like bears or coyotes, they’re neat eaters compared to this. Definitely not done by humans.” 

He could say that again. 

“When was this called in and by who?” Irene questions. 

Warner tips his head back in the direction of Kai. Fuck. 

“He did, about an hour ago.” 

Irene clears her throat, patting Warner on the back. “Thanks for your work. Make sure to keep the area clean and clear of tourists. I don’t want this getting leaked to the press if we can help it.” 

“On it.” Warner nods. Irene exhales audibly before marching up to the emotionless man. 

He doesn’t move when she finally approaches him, stare fixed on the ground, cigarette perched in a calloused hand. 

“What the fuck are you doing out here?” 

Silence befalls them, the smoke from the stick billowing in the air.

 Finally, he speaks. “The kid is nice. Reminds me of you.” 

Irene posts up against the tree adjacent to Kai. “You shouldn’t be out here.” Irene points to Kai’s ankle. “How you even got this far with that on is beyond me.” 

Kai glances down at the thick black monitor strapped around his left ankle. “Today is her birthday.” 

“I-I’m sorry.” Irene stutters. The weight of the vast forest presses down on her, anxiety manifesting itself as a tight chest. “I meant to call.” 

A chuckle mixed with a cough emerges from Kai as he takes one last drag of his cigarette before stubbing it out underneath his foot. “Sure you did.”

He slowly creeps towards her until their chests were nearly touching, Irene shrinking under his intense leer. Eyes she once found solace in were now pools of bitterness and anger. Kai traces a lone finger down Irene’s cheek, delicately lifting her chin. He pokes at her neck. 

“Cute hickie.” 

The warm touch now turns cold as Kai snatches his hand away, sulking past Irene. She waits until he’s out of earshot before she lets out a ragged breath, tears spilling down her face. 

a/n: we must set the scene! I don't use tag lists anymore :,(

[crazysnor1ax]

I can FINALLY show off my design for Callie in my Defeated AU! Meet Defeated Callie, or Titless Callie lmao

Text in first image is from this song

AU lore undercut (which you can also find on her Artfight page):

The premise is, more-or-less, exactly what it sounds like: the story follows the events of Splatoon 2 after Agent 4 is killed by Callie in Hero Mode's final boss fight, and Agent 8 is successfully blended during Octo Expansion. After successfully killing Agent 4, both sides retreat; Marie, hopeless on her own, flees to grieve Agent 4 and losing Callie again, and DJ Octavio and Callie flee to continue preparations to take back Inkopolis. Not long after this does Octavio decide he wants to make the effects of the Hypnoshades more permanent. What this results in is Callie undergoing a procedure that completely alters her memories and perception of the NSS. Her memories are tampered with to make her believe she's an octoling who fought her way to being Octavio's number two. To her, there never was an Agent 1, or a pop star in Inkopolis named Callie. Octavio also figured he could put Callie's agent skills and physical prowess to use, too; what this resulted in is, during the same procedure, Callie being turned into a living bioweapon. Her strength was increased tenfold, to the point where she can pick up and throw a car if she wants to. Her knowledge of how to wield a weapon is honed and perfected. She essentially becomes a walking Great Octoweapon. Her physical appearance and genetics are altered too: her tentacles, mask, and beak are changed to that of an Octoling's, and she's given top surgery and tattoos. For fun. Callie's personality is drastically different after this procedure. She is cruel. She's stern, wild, and dead-set on taking back Inkopolis. Fragments of her original personality remain, but they're twisted into something new and almost unrecognizable (for example, her hyper, energetic self translates into Defeated Callie being loud, boisterous, stubborn, and sometimes violent). After Agent 8's defeat, Tartar inserts itself into Agent 3, taking complete control of her body and using her as a vessel to make movement and world-destroying preparations much easier (in this AU, Tartar is the sludge on the telephone, not the telephone itself). Important information for the plot I'm going to explain right now: After her procedure, Callie and Octavio begin to get into disagreements about how preparations are going. Octavio is focused on tuning and improving the Great Octoweapons, but Callie thinks focusing on building up the army itself would save a lot of time and be more efficient. This disagreement gets so heated that eventually Callie...overthrows Octavio and makes herself leader of the Octarian Army.

Not long after this does Callie meet Tartar. Realizing they both have the same goal of messing with Inkopolis, they team up-Callie helping Tartar with its machines and weaponry, and Tartar assisting Callie with building her army. It doesn't take long for Callie to find out that Tartar has been stealing and sanitizing Octarians under her nose and wants to kill everyone in Inkopolis (she had only wanted to overtake it and "put inklings in their place"). She immediately breaks the deal they had, making Tartar vow to kill her, too. Callie is now set on stopping Tartar's plan, but realizes she can't do it without help. Not without the help of a familiar, grey-tentacled inkling. She goes to Marie, hesitantly asking for an alliance. Normally she would never stoop so low as to ask an inkling for help, but Tartar's plan threatens both of them. Marie is horrified at what the Octarians have done to Callie and how different she is, but she shoves it down and agrees to help, believing that, maybe, she can figure out how to reverse what's happened to her. From here, they work together to research, plan, and train to stop Tartar. They even enlist Pearl and Marina along the way, who have much more knowledge on the Deepsea Metro than either of them. As time progresses Callie begins to realize that Marie is having some kind of strange effect on her. She grows affectionate for her in a way that she hasn't ever been with anyone else. She starts to become familiar in a way that isn't simply recognizing her face. Thoughts seem to enter her head that aren't hers, and fake, dreamlike memories come to her of a version of herself that is so unrealistic. Perhaps most concerning is the fact that her body begins to feel so, so incorrect, and when she looks in the mirror she doesn't quite recognize herself sometimes.

[bluemoonpunch]

🌟The Elemental Alignment of Jung Hoseok (Part 4) - Tarot & Oracle Reading

[Performed: May 22, 2025 / Posted: May 30, 2025]

INTRODUCTION AND NOTES So, fun fact: I’m doing this reading after completing the OT7 2025-2026 Outlook Reading, which is the last reading I’ll be posting for the BTS Countdown Event. Why? Shenanigans. As I’ve mentioned before, I typically do their readings in the order they are laid out in the original Soul Body, which typically has Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok as the first three, aligning with the Crown, Third Eye, and Throat Chakras. However, as we’ve already seen, there’s something brewing with the Soul Body, the revival, the reformation, and something that seems to be an all-around re-coding of the whole system. Because of this, as I was getting around to doing Hoseok’s readings, I kept thinking I was supposed to be doing Jimin’s. Over and over again, I wrote his name down, I opened his old readings, and I kept getting frustrated with it, like WHY do I keep thinking I’m supposed to be doing Jimin’s readings??? AM I SUPPOSED TO BE DOING JIMIN’S READINGS?

I asked, pulled some cards, and very loudly it kept coming through as ALL. Like, no babes, you need to be looking at ALL OF THEM, like RIGHT NOW. So, of course, I panicked thinking there was something bad happening because why else would my plans be messed with like this, but turns out, nothing awful is happening, there’s just a new Soul Body in the works, with new energy centers, and ALL OF THEM are getting “new codes,” “new installations,” and so on on a soul level because of it. Not sure who or what was pushing for this one, but someone definitely was looking at me with all my nonsense like, “someone help that girl, she’s missing a whole massive chunk of this puzzle and she’s about to be so confused if we don’t let her in on this.”

So, now, I have context for the whole body, and I plan on just going back to the OT7 reading as I go to fill in their outlooks, just so you’re aware in case you noticed that some stuff is kind of warped around in a funny way. This has also led to a no-go on reading their archives going forward, since I have to look at them all as being brand new and gauge things from a fresh perspective.

But, what was all this nonsense about Jimin and Hoseok? I had theorized that there was such a situation where they were “trading places” in the body, Jimin becoming the Throat and Hoseok becoming the Heart, and while that’s not exactly what’s happening as they are retaining their original energy signatures in the body, there does seem to be some roles being switched around and swapped out when it comes to who does what with how the Soul Body functions.

Back in the day, as the Heart, at the center of the Body, Jimin’s soul was what tethered everyone together, and during the Soul Body manipulation, it was his soul along with Yoongi’s that was mainly anchoring everyone together to try and keep things from literally falling apart and going haywire. Hoseok’s position had him working as a conduit in the whole body, quite literally acting like the Throat Chakra, where energy could move in and out of the body through his energy center. This, however, due to some other nonsense I can���t quite remember, left him vulnerable and was, on a soul level, directly attacked and received quite a bit of damage at that time.

In the new system, their jobs are switched around where Jimin is operating as a very high-up conduit — not quite like Namjoon, but managing the energetic exchange between the Soul Body (possibly the group on a conscious level as well, something we may not see as it could register on a more personal level) and the Soul Group as well as the general mass collective on Earth. I was seeing it as a new system where things aren’t really going to have as much access as they used to, a lot more precautions are being taken going forward with how all of these new blueprints are being designed and implemented. Rather than an open doorway, Jimin will be operating more like a window with a very strong screen over it, filtering energy that comes into the system, and being the spearhead that manages the energy that goes out toward other collectives (Soul Group and general). It’s very interesting and very complex. I’m excited to look at it more closely in the future once these things have settled in more.

Hoseok’s role in the body is also very interesting, looking like a higher or more amplified version of Jimin’s old role, which was mainly holding everything together, holding the other six souls together, keeping the body balanced, and so on. As I mentioned in Namjoon’s reading, there’s this interesting new design to the body where rather than being tethered together by something that appeared more “physical,” more like flesh, suggesting the body was one whole structure, they are now coming back together as individual souls, individual energy centers, that will now be sort of orbiting around each other and being held together by something that was registering as a magnetic force — something that would hold them together but also repel them to keep them from merging.

When I was getting into Hoseok’s reading here, attempting to look at the inner world, pick up on projections, you know, the usual, I saw this very interesting image that confused the hell out of me at first, as I wasn’t actually expecting to be getting Soul Body stuff for all of them going forward, but thankfully, I figured out what the heck it was pretty quickly. This is what I saw:

I was seeing these very clear wavy lines of energy stemming out from a very bright and concentrated source, reaching out and flowing into a bunch of other lights. This represents Hoseok’s position in the new body. While there are technically no specific “positions” for them all to be sitting in, as they are kind of all moving around all the time, Hoseok can be imagined as existing in the “center” in terms of a kind of etheric netting that emanates out of his energy center and creates the magnetic field that holds everyone together while also keeping them at a safe distance from one another. It’s such a vibrant thing as well, I really can’t put into words what these images I’ve been getting for the Soul Body look like or how they compare to the previous version. The only things that come to mind are like neon, SciFi, futuristic, outer space type stuff that’s just very… juicy, fun to look at.

It’s been pointed out multiple times to me now to look at the old Soul Body as being “physical,” as if the tethers were made of flesh, creating a solid form, and to look at the new Soul Body as being “etheric,” or a spirit body. In the previous body, the “natural form” had the seven energy centers, the seven souls stacked top to bottom in a line, creating a “spine” of the overall body. In the new body, they are constantly moving around each other, separated, and now each generating their frequencies rather than a few of them generating while the rest of them filter or deliver that energy. The energy overall is much bigger, less contained. Visually, I see it as the skin of a person’s body being popped like a balloon, and their soul just expanding out after that outer barrier is removed. It expands outward to be 100 times bigger than the original body, and the further out it expands, the brighter it gets, the more you can feel it vibrating because the frequency becomes so stimulated. Jimin was in charge of the “physical tethers” in the previous body, and now Hoseok will be in charge of the “etheric tethers” in the new body. Very cool.

There are a lot of really interesting connections between Jimin and Hoseok, both in the Soul Body and within their beings in general. There’s an interesting amount of communication and connection stimulated through their Air energies (Libra and Aquarius), which reflect in their soul signatures as the Heart and Throat, while, in general, consciously, their personalities drive group, collective, or social activity — they bring people together, they’re great at making “face to face” or “heart to heart” connections with people. I’ll have to do a Relationships & Connections reading for them in the future as well. I'm very curious to see how these things balance now or if they look any different in the new systems.

GUIDELINE With Hoseok’s guideline for his Elemental Alignment, focusing mainly on projected energy signatures at the current moment (which I changed for later readings, as looking at future energetic signatures, like at the time of the reunion/revival, definitely gives us more details), we can see evidence of Hoseok being in a similar state as Yoongi and Namjoon. With The Shapeshifter at the head, along with the Broken Bridge card, and the keyword “asleep,” we’re looking at a collage of projections that are coming off multiple layers of awareness while his soul is also experiencing that sort of incubation state. His soul is in the shop with Yoongi’s getting some upgrades.

I’m seeing an emphasis put on Earth energy here with Family, the Earth card, The Hierophant, and the keyword “rich,” all of which are bringing a lot of input in from his conscious level mind and his external experience. There’s a lot of positive stimulation coming from the conscious mind, with only a dim or filtered projection coming from the subconscious mind, which feels deliberate. He’s intentionally staying grounded and focused on outside things in order to stay present and enjoy it. There also seems to be a continuing effort to settle into life, as in he is still settling into life post-military service, which seems to just be a result of returning to a situation that wasn’t there before. There was a mindset held onto that when he came home, he would be returning to something familiar, but nothing has been familiar yet.

The focus on this kind of “up in the air” and “still getting used to it” is coming in through Communication, Happy, Happy, and the Family card, the first three that follow The Shapeshifter. While The Shapeshifter is representing his soul or higher unconscious projection, this could be contributing to his sense of unease or lack of familiarity, as even on the inside, without really understanding why, he feels a bit up in the air and out of place. With these first three cards, there’s just an odd bit of newness that doesn’t seem to go away when it comes to how he connects with people around him, who he’s working with, who he’s performing for and how, and what, in all of that, makes him happy, excited, or fulfilled. Especially in Happy, Happy, there’s this feeling of still being aware of the newness of being celebrated fully as an individual, like this is something he still can’t fully wrap his head around, or it’s something that still doesn't feel real, and this is one of the things he’s trying to stay grounded and present for. It seems like he may be lingering on the idea that this, the solo recognition, could be temporary. Based on the outlooks and the new blueprints for the Soul Body, it definitely is not temporary!

The next set of cards, with Indecision and Seduction meeting Solar Eclipse — Revolution, there is a feeling of a personal revolution, one that isn’t very clear to me as it seems to be something to do with his personal life. It connects back a bit to Family and Communication, but seems to be centered mainly on how he sees himself, the role he plays in the lives of other people, and whether or not he wants to.

Moving on to the second row, he got two Light Walker cards and two Shadow Walker cards here. He has Bountiful Harvest over Arguments, and Inner World over Patterns of Behavior. These are stemming from the subconscious space mainly, with the Light cards resonating a bit higher up or reflecting a positive element of these deeper matters. There is a “bountiful harvest” coming out of arguments or reassessments of personal connections or self-reflections, connecting back to Solar Eclipse and Indecision/Seduction. Then, there is shown to be an exploration of the Inner World, more light being brought to the Inner World as he himself reflects on his own patterns of behavior. This could also be moving outward in terms of him assessing other people’s patterns of behavior and gauging whether or not they are good for him or someone he wants to be around, creating more environments and connections that are in alignment with him and that feel more supportive.

Following that, I’m seeing the Broken Bridge card play into the King of Cups with this image of a person standing on solid ground, a bridge, and then it suddenly falling through, tossing the person into the ocean. They, however, discover that they are the King of Cups, the King of Water, and pull a King Neptune from Spongebob and just start riding on dolphins like a horse and carriage.

He’s operating very consciously within this feeling of being out of sorts, in unfamiliar territory, and a kind of unstable position, but he’s very deliberately embracing it, moving with it, and being very mindful of how his mind is handling it. He’s taking care of his mind and body in a way that is very nice to see, given some things that have come up in his past readings over the years. He’s embracing Water on an internal level, while keeping himself grounded and focused on an external and physical level, embracing the ebbs and flows in his life, while also dancing with it. Despite that, however, there does still feel to be that eagerness or anticipation for eventually feeling solid ground again, which is shown with The Hierophant — almost holding onto the idea of dry land like a wish or a belief to keep him going. It’s a bit strenuous to keep dancing like this, but he thinks about the potential of feeling stillness or solid ground in the future, things becoming familiar again. It’s a nice balance.

Lastly, his keywords are pretty straightforward, registering with different aspects of his awareness. Sagittarius is pointing to the “rebirth” and the “new blueprints” of the soul, which plays into Asleep, which designates his soul being in that incubation state, while also registering on a conscious level as a very self-focused, self-affirming, and self-identifying modality. He’s self-directing here and living by his own rule while part of his soul is having a well-earned nap, really taking the leading role on a conscious level. And, again, Rich is there as a focus on more external things, really taking in his experiences, appreciating everything, and almost being a bit overwhelmed by it all even now after all these years.

GUIDELINE WITH SPRINKLES Expanding on the guideline a bit more, at the very front, there is a Sprinkle that says, “there was some left,” leading into a big bunch of Sprinkles that lay over the Communication card. “Free will,” and “who’s driving the car?” being the first two seem to be referring to Hoseok’s current conscious level position without the full hands-on influence of his soul. Just as we see with the slight carryover of The Shapeshifter, he’s consciously in full control and just sort of, with that Sagittarius energy, making moves from the ground up right now. The Sprinkles continue into what I feel is referring to an assigned system of reassessment, specifically pointing to the elements of Communication and Family, kind of like his soul left some notes, a to-do list for the subconscious and conscious mind to deal with at this time so that he’s more aligned with what is to come. This continues to highlight the importance of figuring out relationships and environmental factors — “have you dreamed about them?” “I can already see a lot,” “outside influence.”

These last three are coming together as the soul saying, “do you dream about these things? Are they so heavy on you, so stressful to you, that you can’t even get away from them when you’re sleeping?” Then Hoseok’s subconscious is like, “yeah, I see them a lot, these outside influences. They bother me quite a bit.” Then his soul just threw him the to-do list like, “well, then, get on with it, figure this shit out and clear out the muck because when I’m back we’re hitting this shit like you ain’t never experienced before!”

He then has “Waxing Crescent” over Happy, Happy, highlighting this as a space he is intending to expand on, trying to amplify his happiness by clearing out certain outside influences. This is then carried over into Family with “starting point.” It feels very direct, like a neon sign from the soul saying, “start here! Start with the people you KNOW are your family, your most trusted, without a doubt! Then work your way out from there.” This adds more context to Indecision and Seduction where, in the image of Indecision, we see two figures, an angel and a shadowy figure, separated by a tree — something I’m seeing as Hoseok sorting people out, making clear lines between people he trusts enough to call family and people he’s just not sure about.

The element of Seduction feels to be a reassessment of how people look at him, how he looks at other people — are they working together because they enjoy it, or is it purely for business, purely for money, purely for the networking? This isn’t being set up as a bad thing at all, just something for which he’s taking more note of, possibly filtering his communication with the “shadowy people” while reserving more of his trust and open thoughts and feelings for the “angels.”.

I’m seeing this as being less about removing people for the sake of just removing bad influence, and more about him being able to focus more on “angels” or family, trusted people, specifically so that he can communicate more, so that he can be more emotionally open, possibly with the world, when he has a more solid recognition of the inherent support he receives from the people that qualify as family. There’s an opening up happening underneath this, perhaps something connected to his new blueprint, and maybe even something that connects to that whole switching places with Jimin, creating an “open heart” kind of energy within Hoseok that needs to first be supported with better, more recognizably supportive environments and connections.

We have the elemental “Earth” lying over Solar Eclipse—Revolution, which then drops down into the keyword “Sagittarius” through “worry about you,” alongside Indecision and Seduction dropping down just the same with “sweet berries.” This is a whole system check right here, there’s a rewriting of things within Solar Eclipse that completely reworks his sense of personal foundation, which may be why that “up in the air” and perpetually unfamiliar feeling is persisting. It’s part of the program here. He’s being made to feel a bit unstable to prompt him to question what makes him feel stable, comfortable, and supported, both within himself, as well as within his connections and overall environment.

“Worry about you,” is the main priority; he’s building his foundation. That Sagittarius energy is prompting a personal re-identification at a time when he is self-guiding and fully within his free will. The note of “sweet berries” coming off of those two cards feels like a continuation of that idea that he is not necessarily completely removing people from his life, but he’s positioning people based on their influence, based on their trust levels. I’m seeing this as people going from being the “main meat” or the “main course” at the dinner table of Hoseok’s life to being politely placed as a bowl of berries on the side, perhaps something enjoyed last or in between main meals. This furthers the idea of looking at connections as an element of sustenance and support, something that helps him to keep going and provides a stabilizing comfort.

Underneath Bountiful Harvest and Arguments, he has “liar” and a prompt Sprinkle that says, “consult personal oracle,” which is referring to my BlueMoonPunch oracle deck. These are the cards that came out for him here:

With the element of “liar” there, the Arguments, both within himself and with other people, can be assumed to be around dishonesty and a lack of trust in general. This falls over a bit more into Distraction, where we have a lot of faces blending, meant to be a visual representation of when a lot of people are talking at once in a large room, and their voices blend, but it’s too loud to become background noise. It’s a lot of people saying a big bunch of nothing, something that could register as bullshit or blowing smoke.

The Lonely card is one of my favorites, based on a collage I made out of spare BTS images I had — fun fact, the body was Jimin’s, head replaced by a yellow circle that said “LONELY” and individual, hand-cut petals all around. It’s meant to represent the idea of your mind blossoming, or creativity amping up as a result of being alone. It can be seen in a good way or a bad way — the good being necessary alone time to focus and work on creative projects or explore your mind, and the bad being isolation so detrimental that you lose touch with reality and the petals become distortion that affects your perception of the world around you.

With this in mind, there’s a possibility of self-isolation being seen as a remedy for the overwhelming distraction or negative influence felt from others, being seen as necessary or beneficial in the long run, as it gave him more time to work — that seems very Aquarius coded.

This, overall, is being revised, as shown with Revision in the center, into a more grounded system with Falling and Home. Both of these cards are Earth cards in this deck, and play off of the other conscious level, externalized-focused, and earthy energies in the guideline. They have a more seamless blend, which shows a more gentle transition between the two. With the other two cards, there’s a hard flip from overwhelming Distraction, lots of noise, too many people, bad times, into Lonely, isolated, quiet, flow. Falling is replacing Distraction, where these outside influences still make noise, still make contact, but more so in the way that leaves do when they fall from trees. There’s some kind of warning to it where, when the leaves start to fall, you know it’s getting colder, the wind is picking up, the weather is changing, you should go home now before it gets worse.

The most comforting thing here is that, rather than going “home” inside himself, the Home card suggests going somewhere outside of himself where he feels safe and supported. It’s playing off of Family a bit, suggesting that rather than self-isolating or kind of sinking into himself, he’d be more likely to phone a trusted friend or just move into another space with the people he knows aren’t going to be saying a bunch of muck. In general, there’s more self-awareness here as well as more awareness of his environment, which I guess would play into the following Light and Shadow cards, Inner World and Patterns of Behavior, under which he has a single Sprinkle that says, “drinks on me.”

Something about this feels a bit odd, giving me the idea of the figure in Lonely being surrounded by the heads in Distraction while at a bar. Rather than being able to run away completely like they want to, they instead attempt to quiet them all down by occupying their mouths with drinks. On one end, it’s an effort to quiet them, while on the other, a drink of their own becomes something to numb or block out the negative experience they’re having in the moment in order to continue on with it. It’s a negative pattern of behavior being highlighted that involves numbing the situation, potentially pushing things down within himself, things that make him uncomfortable or overwhelmed, to try and maintain a certain productivity, status, or tone within a group of people. Again, this is something being shown as being recognized now and changed into something much healthier for him going forward.

MAIN READING

STATE OF CORE ENERGY: RACCOON — EARTH For the main reading, we’re looking at Hoseok’s core state at the time of the reunion/revival, and here there’s an interesting “collapse” of energy that falls into the Raccoon energy, where it feels a bit like a black hole type of situation. By that I mean, it’s like all of his energy is pulled inward toward the core, for a short period, and he suddenly becomes more reserved, maybe not in a way that we would notice, but I imagine in a way where he thinks he’s just “getting back to normal,” going back to his “normal mode” with the group.

I can’t think of how to put it into words, but this feels very short-lived, like a sudden inhale to the top of the lungs before someone holds their breath. They can’t hold it for a super long time. Eventually, they will exhale, and the longer they hold it, the harder that exhale is going to be. This is presenting the exact opposite of what his energy signature is showing now with that very externalized, charged-up, self-empowered state where he’s very on display, very active, and kind of radiating his own essence at a high degree.

With the presence of Earth energy, I feel like part of this is coming from the sense of attempting to get into or feel that normalcy again, trying to simply fall back into what feels like his “old role” or his old way of doing things. He will figure out very quickly that the “old way” of doing things feels a lot more restrictive and that he (they) will need to adapt to entirely new structures within the group when they work together, which could be a challenge for a little while.

In general, the Raccoon is associated with artists and creative expression, denoting the seclusion one needs in order to be creative, as well as the issue of intentionally hiding themselves or their work due to believing it’s not good enough or what people want to see. For Hoseok, this is an intentional effort to dim that light that he has charged up as an individual, but like I said, it’s temporary and seems like a system he’s returning to just for the sake of affirming to himself that the new way of operating is the better, more open, and more free-flowing way.

HIGHER SELF CORE ALIGNMENT: ELK — EARTH (REV.) His Higher Self, for the duration that the core energy is aligned with the Raccoon, will be actively trying to support him and push him toward that release, making it quite obvious that he has more to give and more to show. In the image, I’m seeing the black sun in the background as the Raccoon, or as Hoseok’s core energy where there’s an effort to dampen the light and output, but the energy is just so high now that it really can’t be contained, there are leaks or unintended projections of this energy that he has to really strain to keep down. It’s a pointless effort, is the conclusion he will come to, and his Higher Self will make sure of that.

When the Elk is reversed, it is described as pretentious and “high and mighty,” which sounds bad, but for Hoseok, it’s just a matter of recognizing his new standing, the new energy he has curated for himself, and in that, the new identity, role, or position he will have in the group or just within his career and artistry in general.

WATER ALIGNMENT: CROCODILE — WATER The Crocodile is bouncing off of the Raccoon quite a bit, carrying the same sort of repressed, locked-in feeling where there could be a lot brewing at that time, or the very least, a tangible sense of holding back expression or action. The Crocodile is described as lying low and waiting for the right time to strike, sinking under the water to hide itself from its prey, building up the energy needed for that outburst, for the capturing of its prey. For Hoseok, this is suggesting a pull back in the emotional and creative space, kind of trying to put himself in the background a little bit, or just kind of filter himself as an individual in order to make space for the old group dynamic. Just the same as the Raccoon, or what is shown with the Elk, this just can’t be done anymore. Everyone in the group is well established as individuals, has a new sense of confidence and sense of leadership in their own right, and will have to learn to make room for each other as well as allow themselves to show up fully.

Both in terms of creative and emotional energy, Hoseok will be attempting to filter himself or pull back to a certain degree, but it’s somewhat of a natural instinct or urge to be as loud and as vibrant as he is right now.

FIRE ALIGNMENT: DRAGONFLY — AIR (REV.) Hoseok’s Fire Alignment, his center of active energy, appears to be scattered with the reversed Dragonfly energy, an Air energy that would suggest that while his energy is quite high and ready to move, mentally it’s unfocused as he seems to attempt to expand his awareness and mental efforts among many things at once. Again, it’s a short-lived thing, but it just seems like he’s trying to filter out his own creative input or ideas that he thinks only he would like, things only he thinks he would do, and be more tuned in to the others or the old format of the group overall. Because of this, it’s like the Water energy present in the Dragonfly starts to get poured on the Fire, on the burning sun in the image of the Elk, but rather than cooling it down or putting out that Fire, it just creates stream, pressure, that eventually pops out of the Raccoon through the Elk.

When that happens, the Dragonfly will turn upright in this alignment, merging creative Water energy with the strategic planning and outward communication of Air energy, really sharpening the Fire energy overall and creating something that hits a lot more like lightning, bursts of inspiration, and creative action. This may be the best way to describe his new balance within the group, much brighter, sharper, but still seen, while in the group, as a significant element to the overall storm rather than a standalone event.

EARTH ALIGNMENT: DOLPHIN — WATER (REV.) Again, there’s intentional self-limitation here, but one that can’t last forever. The Dolphin energy, when upright, matches Hoseok’s externalized energy, how other people see him and feel him, a big, vibrant burst of positive energy that carries a playful and cheery tone. Here, as this alignment can show a person’s relation to their environment, it’s almost like, on a more conscious level, he attempts to get more serious or really buckle down with the group, almost as if he would look at his solo work in comparison as “play time.” Obviously, it’s just another learning curve, him eventually being like, “oh, this is how it’s supposed to feel all the time, we can all make room for this, this is fine,” and then just allowing himself to move with that energy while working and performing like usual.

When in reverse, the Dolphin is described as underestimating their own power, and that’s exactly what this feels like for Hoseok. Like, he’s just putting caps on different parts of himself because he thinks, for one, they won’t work with how the group (old version) functions, as well as not thinking he can uphold that energy or live within it long term. He can, he just has to feel it out and see everyone else also settling into new standings and energies while operating as a group again.

AIR ALIGNMENT: BLACK EGG — SPIRIT ASSOCIATED CHAKRA: THROAT CHAKRA His Air Alignment here is represented by the Black Egg, which is associated with the Throat Chakra. This also plays off of the Raccoon a bit, where what is inside the Black Egg is on the verge of breaking out and taking over both in terms of what comes in from the outside and what he puts out through communication, expression, and operation. It feels like the Black Egg would eventually become his core energy. What is said to reside within the Black Egg is truth itself, the truest knowing and understanding, as well as the truest version of the self that you can express. Again, a lot of what is showing up here is filtered or intentionally limited within his own energy. This is showing that this new state of energy he is in, the one he has curated for himself as a solo artist, is his truest self, connecting back to that Sagittarius energy in terms of self-reidentification and design.

As this also connects to his soul signature as the Throat Chakra, as the basis of communication and expression, this shows that he may be a major trigger point or support for the other members who may also find it difficult to reacclimate with the group to return to the old dynamics. Hoseok will set the example that you can show up fully as your individualized self, there is enough room for everyone, and all these new energies do in fact work together and can harmonize together, so long as they are all allowed to ring true to the individuals.

MAIN READING WITH SPRINKLES With the Sprinkles, we get a lot more context here to the different areas of his core energy in the near future. Starting with the Raccoon, at the top, he has “responding…” followed by the quote, “yes, we’re open!” This gives weight to this being a temporary state, a short-lived “closed off” state while things fall into place. Toward the bottom of this card, there is the confirmation of this back-and-forth inner struggle with “empty stomach,” “you will shine!” and “little by little.” “Empty stomach” is referring to the turned-off mode of the Raccoon, not giving much out and also not taking much in, but it is then reaffirmed that this space will open up again and shine brightly, with a little time involved as the confidence and new dynamics build on themselves again.

The reversed Elk, representing the influence of his Higher Self at the time, is marked with the “3rd House,” the house of connection and communication, as well as observation and logical thinking. The 3rd House is something I also associated with Hoseok as reflecting the 3rd Chakra down, the Throat Chakra, his signature within the Soul Body. This seems to be pointing to the energy that is being repressed, the energy that can’t help but start to radiate out of him, the energy of connection and communication, of being seen and heard. This also would blend into, on a higher level, his role as the etheric netting holding everyone together. As he may be the first one to take note of the fact that they can all operate as fully as they have as solo artists while still harmonizing and working well in the group, this may lend to the more conscious level netting, as in he would set the example, lay out the dynamic, and also guide everyone into it, being the epicenter of that new harmony. Again, this does seem to be a role switch with Jimin.

The Elk and the Black Egg are connected by “Old + New” which further pushes what I was thinking with the Black Egg potentially being his new core energy in the future, representing the energy overall that is being repressed. Before it goes into the core, it will become the energy of the Higher Self, which will be pushed down into the core from that higher aspect. It moves through like a system of shedding — the Raccoon fully in shadow, the Elk acknowledging the inherent glow of the energy within, and the Black Egg, when integrated, cracking open completely and letting everything out, allowing things to flow with their new natural rhythms.

Over the Black Egg on its own is “I swear…” which brought to my attention the pattern of the Black Egg, the scaly pattern that looks like the netting I keep picturing for Hoseok. Again, I think that Hoseok is going to be the one to spearhead the overall integration of the new dynamic of the group on multiple levels, holding the souls together on the highest level and sort of orchestrating or leading by example the more conscious and physical level changes in dynamic and overall function within the group. There’s a promise in there, a vow to not only allow himself to open all these personal doorways, but also to make sure the others can as well.

Off to the side of the Black Egg is “some light painting,” which is a Sprinkle that refers to creative expression that is done for the sake of relaxing, venting, or personal relief of some kind. Here, connecting to the Black Egg and the Air Alignment, this feels like something done in practice, or something that is a bit more habitual, that is done in private, that slowly becomes more visible or utilized in work. I see this connecting over to the Water Alignment with the Crocodile which has “Journal + Sing” and “*Glass door ahead!”

“Journal + Sing” plays off of “some light painting,” referring to the aspect of writing things down in private, working them out on your own, and then singing them, or expressing them clearly and concisely. With the Crocodile energy, it’s like he’s marinating certain personal or emotional matters, stewing on them and working them out in some way, which will eventually break out of him when the Black Egg cracks.

“*Glass door ahead!” is meant to be a warning, of hitting a wall that you can’t see, an obstacle that may at first feel like a dead end, but when you look closely and start working with it more, you realize it is a doorway into another level or stage of progression. In this sense, Hoseok’s personal, inner emotional matters, some of which may connect back to what came out in his guideline reading, may feel like walls he’s hitting, but when he processes them creatively or more strategically, they become open doorways providing opportunities for growth. Given that this is also connected to his work in the future, this may supply a lot of inspiration or fuel for his future projects as well.

The Crocodile connects downward to the Dragonfly through “I wouldn’t be shocked,” which plays off of the “muddy feet in the grass” Sprinkle at the top of the card. As I’m seeing it, it’s saying this is an obvious state of being, the reversed Dragonfly in the Fire Alignment following the Crocodile in the Water Alignment. Both of these energies are drenched in Water and have, or will create a “muddy” or stuck feeling within the inner alignments. Emotionally and energetically, he’ll feel a bit stuck, but the joke here seems to be that it won’t be very obvious to him right away that he’s done it to himself by trying to roll backward into old ways of operating after curating such a strong new way of functioning.

This is supported with “prideful distance,” which is relaying a self-aware distance, or an intentional distance applied to his own energy as he initially doesn’t want to, in a sense, bring “solo hobi” into “group hobi’s” space. It’s prideful, not egotistical, not an “oh, I need to cool it down because the other guys can’t handle my level of fuckery,” and more of an “I’m not the only person here now, I need to make sure we all have room to breathe.”

Over the Dragonfly card on its own is the number “9” which is then highlighted with another Sprinkle that marks it as “relevant.” This is running back on the energy of Sagittarius, the 9th House, as well as reaching a “final form” of sorts in terms of the current phase of things. I was seeing this as the Dragonfly, in its upright position, being relevant to the final form of his core energy, when the Black Egg has become the core. This goes into what I was saying in creating that lightning-like energy with the clean combination of Water and Air fueling the Fire alignment.

The Dolphin connects to the Raccoon with the Sprinkle that says, “second part of…” referring to the Dolphin as being the second part of the Raccoon, a reflection of it, a conscious and physical level version of the same kind of restriction and filtering of energy. They reflect each other mainly in the way of creativity and expression, the way he interacts with the audience, and possibly how he shows up in the studio or rehearsals with the group, toning things down, making space. This is then given a funny bop to the head with the “go off!” Sprinkle being like, “yeah, no, come on, you know this isn’t you unless you’re giving it 100%” I feel like this is where the first breaks are going to be felt, in the studio, in rehearsal with the other guys where his performance and creative energy really start to buzz and he just CAN NOT hold himself down.

This then bounces into “Candy + Soda,” sugar, hyperness, energy buzzing, playfulness, and just a big burst of life coming out of him in these environments. I’m thinking of both eating and drinking a lot of sugar and bouncing off the walls, as well as someone dropping a bunch of Mentos into a bottle of Coke and letting it explode. There’s an element of chemistry here, like working with the guys, being in that environment just shoots him back into the more youthful, playful state of being that reminds him, “oh yeah, this is what we’re here for, this is what we do.” And then, boom, the egg cracks and he’s on his way.

“Trees are talking,” refers to conversations amongst souls, soul mate connections, or higher levels of communication occurring beyond the conscious level. Here, this makes me think that this would be the trigger point for BTS, in the Soul Body, to be fully integrated into the new system. That has been a thing that’s come up before, that the conscious level engagement of the group is what is going to trigger and dictate the movement and progression of the Soul Body, while before, it was the other way around. Hoseok having that realization while with the group, while working together again, that there is room for everyone’s new individual energies and performances, that there is still harmony there, ensuring it in the body. The net is cast, and the “orbiting” energy centers become anchored into a field of magnetic energy that is generated by Hoseok. Very neat, very cool.

I’m already starting to see a pattern here so far with Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok in the Soul Body. Yoongi triggers the point of revival, which sets off Namjoon’s “Big Bang” shenanigans that starts to wake up the souls and draw them back together (which occurs within the soul group of ARMY as well). Then Hoseok ends up being the netting, the webbing, the tethers that create the new structure and pulls everything into form, suggesting he is responsible for the integration of that “Big Bang,” of the revival. I’m wondering if we’re going to see a ripple effect situation happening through all seven of them like this, or this is just going to be a call back to the “Rap Line Triad” where these three just always have big responsibilities in the Soul Body.

And that’s all I have for this one, thank you for reading! :)

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[thefirstknife]

So this week, huh. Some stuff and things.

The beginning is nice for a sort of official summary about what we're dealing with:

Paired with the lore tab from last week, now I think we know exactly what's going on in regards with the issue of understanding how the Conductor came to be. It's also interesting how they're not directly telling us which Maya turned into the Conductor, which is as we suspected before. We just don't know which one it is, maybe even a combination of multiple Mayas. And they're going with Maya maybe not knowing either.

I love Saint. He's so excited.

More under:

The exotic mission is largely the same, but there are some extras: new areas and new chests with a bit of new dialogue. I'll get to that in a moment. I want to mention something I didn't bring up last week, but the Subjugator and the Tormentor bosses are pledged to Yirix. This week, Ikora expands:

Yirix is a Psion and leads the Conclave, a section of Psions that does all sort of stuff. She's responsible for the attempt on Zavala's life back in Chosen when they used Light-suppressing tech to temporarily disable Targe. She also had her hand in the Presage shenanigans and then later Vox Obscura mission on Mars where we fought her Psions and Caiatl listened to the various futures she's seen, all of which have come true. It's interesting that she's leading some section of the Shadow Legion. I am hoping for this Psion stuff to be some sort of hint about stuff in the future. We might eventually have to deal with them.

And then! The lines from grabbing the new chest for this week:

Once again, back with the simulated Ishtar scientists! And once again, I am begging everyone to read Aspect. We've heard from .59 Chioma last week, that's the one from the final part of this page, a Chioma that has lost Maya.

You'd found a simulation with a city where you discovered a jewelry store, picked out a necklace, brought it home to her, and wished her a happy pseudo anniversary. Maya didn't like bracelets, said they always fouled her work. Her hair had been getting shaggy again and was due for a trim. She could never decide whether or not to grow it out. She laughed at you lifting weights to maintain simulated muscle, but she spotted for you all the same. There are other Mayas out there, layers of them, all the way up to the original, wherever she is. You hope they're doing well. But that doesn't stop you from missing this Maya, missing whatever arguments and discoveries you'd have shared in the rest of the lifetime you'd promised to one another. Shim and Duane-McNiadh pull you up from beside Maya's marker. A basalt lily rests on top of it, petals thin enough to let light through. You go on.

The same page also mentions the .33 group:

227.33 You lose Duane-McNiadh.

We don't know .27 group from Aspect. Also interesting that one of the Chiomas isn't sharing her number. I wonder what's up with that. I'm also not sure what the final two sentences would be about. About them having "a place" and figuring things out together. The whole point of Aspect was that these groups were coordinating with Praedyth about escaping, so maybe they're talking about this plan they had with him?

Next thing in the line is Maya's recording of once again messing with Chioma and this one is so normal (lie).

OKAY? How about we all die. This also connects to one of the queries in Enigma Protocol. We speculated that these might be some personal stuff for Maya and Chioma that she's search for through the Vex Network and they are!

And then new lines from the new chest puzzle:

More stuff about the simulated scientists! Same as last week, .97 are also in Aspect. Eagerly waiting to see where they'll end with this. Literally have been waiting since 2019 to get answers about Aspect. Please. Answers please.

As we get through the mission, we get treated to some devastating Osiris and Saint lines. I really like that they have quite a bit of sympathy for what's happening to Maya and Chioma. Because they relate!

On the floor. But we're not done.

Stoppp ittt. Stopppp.

I like, again, that despite everything, he seems to sympathise. Or at least he understand it because he knows how he could've ended the same so Maya didn't do this because Maya is just like that; she did this because of the circumstances. If the circumstances were any different, Osiris could've done it too. This terrifies him. Anyone could be one step away from doing the same.

The radio message continues with the horrors, with another one of Maya's logs where she's insisting that her Chioma would understand what she's doing and that Maya is a "savior" and that everything that happened in the system since the Collapse needs to be fixed and that Maya can fix it. Osiris goes on a rant against this and realises that Maya is acting selfishly and that her obsession is destroying even her love for Chioma. But at the end, he says this:

Please. I hope we do. I want this to have at least a semblance of a happy ending for Maya and Chioma. Maybe not for the Conductor ofc, but for some Maya somewhere to get what she wanted; to be with her Chioma. Kinda similar how they went about with Saint and Osiris as well, to complete the parallel between the two couples.

And then ofc the lore tab.

One more week to go. Going to be blowing myself up in the meantime.

[raidark]

Look, i'm not saying that Jacaerys' insecurities are not interesting or that he has legitimate worries (which will be proven right if they stick to the book... though i'm unsure on whether they will blame his behavior with Them for the betrayal).

But i'm still angry at everything they did to him. Especially since Book Jacaerys is my favorite character of Fire and Blood, of the whole Dance.

It makes me furious how many people are saying we the angry Jace stans have 0 media literacy and asking if we rather have Jace still doing nothing as he did for the whole season.

THAT is exactly the problem. That he didn't do anything in the show while in the book he did SO MUCH.

"And now you say you will strip that from me too" could be perfectly something Jacaerys says to the writers of this mess.

They sidelined all of his alliances achievements with the Vale, the Three Sisters, White Harbor and the North (the lack of Pact of Ice and Fire hurts the most). All the time that could have been spent to develop his character had they wanted and show his potential. Instead we only got a little show only scene with the Freys that barely proved anything about him.

I loved Baela's scene with Corlys, but it was Jace who mediated between Rhaenyra and him in the book, it was by his order that he was made Hand of the Queen.

It was also him who had the Dragonseeds idea... and before you say that he was also the one with the idea in the series, take into mind that in the book he called for the Dragonseeds (Valyrian ascent bastards) from the very beginning. The whole thing with nobles only is only in the show. Book Jacaerys didn't have any prejudice or apparent problem with bastards at this point of the story. It's obvious that he had already accepted this fact and it's in fact because he knows his origins that he gave Dragonseeds a chance and his faith. He leaded them for the love of god.

Yes, it's true that due to the nature of the book we don't know exactly what was he thinking. But it's the complete opposite reaction to his show version. Whether Book Jace understood or not the danger this plan posed on long-term, he did so just like Rhaenyra did, because they had no chance at the moment. Not to mention that while in the series all the candidates come from Kings Landing (?¿?), in the book they're taken from Driftmark and Dragonstone (which is populated, not only a castle for Targaryen), so there's a bit more of trust on them as subjects than on completely unknown people from the city taken and ruled by your enemy. (It also weren't so many who tried in the book)

I've seen some people say that Jace was besties with Addam and Nettles... and while we actually don't know their relationship, we do know that they mourned him badly while Ulf and Hugh weren't that affected. I really don't think they would be that affected if they didn't have some kind of bond before, even if it wasn't told to us. And I mean, it was Jace who supported legitimizing Addam and Alyn and make Addam heir to Driftmark ahead of Joffrey. Which, well, doesn't seem likely in the show.

The thing is that Jace DID a lot of things in the book, supporting his mother, basically leading the Blacks on the name of Rhaenyra Targaryen, who couldn't do it since she was RIGHTFULLY grieving during a lot of time after everything that had happened in quick succession, both Luke and Visenya's deaths.

And you know, THAT'S NOT BAD. It gave time to have other characters doing things like Rhaenyra's sons. It explored a side of Rhaenyra and how much her children's death affected her, explicitly showing how much they mattered to her and how brutally it broke her inside (while filling her with pure unadulterated rage after the Gullet). But well, playing devil's advocate, I understand a bit why they didn't go with this since I don't have any faith most watchers would try to emphatize with the grieving mother part of Rhaenyra, and would instead call her a weak queen.

Jace was a supporting and loving son, an extension of Rhaenyra, heart of the Blacks, responsible for the alliances that would bring them to victory by the end of the war. A boy who came to understand and accept his status in the world and used it on a positive note for her mother's cause. A worthy heir to Rhaenyra, one of the few people in this whole period that was worthy of becoming King in the future.

This wasn't about wanting him to do nothing in the show. It was about not butchering his character and be faithful to all the stuff he actually does. But because the writers couldn't (or didn't want to) understand it wasn't Rhaenyra's turn in the characters front lines right now (it would have come later), instead they had to underline him and strip him of everything he did and give it to other characters, while giving him traits and opinions that has made a lot of people despise him.

His fate was meant to be a tragedy that made an apparent victory for the Blacks as hollow and catastrophic as a defeat. And now there's almost no more time and Jace will be remembered by show onlys just for his self-hating identity crisis (which he could have had in the book as well, or before in the show, but not anymore at this point) and his bordering hypocritical classism. Not for everything he actually did and the traits you could imagine of him from what is said in the book.

But hey, apparently a certain part of the fandom thinks that's the only thing that makes a character, a human, complex and interesting.

I don't hate show Rhaenyra. I don't hate show Jacaerys. I will always support Rhaenyra's claim. But I can't just stand after so many decisions that go against them. Especially in the case of Jace who is already receiving such amount of vitriol hate while receiving love just from being victimiced and poor sad boy.

Ah. My boy needs his own sub-team inside Rhaenyra's supporters at this point -- not putting him against Rhaenyra or anyone else. But. Seeing Rhaenyra's stans wishing for his death...

I don't hate the characters. I hate the writers. I hate the changed dynamics, the change in characters' ages, the erasure of Nettles, how Jace was striped from everything his characte is, the stupid decisions....

[zelda-cooper]

Character Ideias - Darkwing Duck (aka Drake Mallard)

This blog is for Darkwing Duck writers who plan to write a fanfic, comic or anything that directly or indirectly involves the character Bushroot. The ideas may not be for everyone and everyone has their own different vision of the character, but this blog is for those who are experiencing writer's block or any other creative issues. I hope you understand and, if you use any of these ideas, please give me credit. Thank you for understanding.

Yeah, I know... It took a while but it's here... Sorry for the delay, it's just that my hyperfocus on Loonatics is back and it really messes with my reasoning...

"Excuse me, let me introduce myself..." •pushes me away• "HELLO, MY DEAR FANS!!! I, the great Darkwing Duck, managed to convince you to finally write a blog about me! You lucky ones, hearing only things about me! HAHAHAHAH!"

Sure, sure... Is the speech over? I have to get back to the blog, I'm completely out of patience today...

"Yeah yeah yeah... You know, guys? She lost the first version of the blog because of Tumblr's problem... And probably incompetence..."

I HEAR THAT YOU S-

"Anyway, keep the blog!"

Character's Past

This part is one of the ones that I think won't be that much of a problem regarding the origin of "how Drake became a superhero", because there are a lot of origins that he told in the original series... Even though I think that the ones he told in the episode "The Secret Origins of Darkwing Duck" are all lies and one of the only reliable ones is from "Clash Reunion".

"Wait a minute, are you calling me a liar?!"

I'm not calling... I'm sure...

"HEY HEY HEY!!! REPEAT IF YOU HAVE THE COURAGE!!!"

The fact is... Darkwing Duck's origin does have a basis and foundation, you can choose whether he incorporated the persona as a child or at the end of college in his fight against Megavolt. Now, when we talk about the Reboot... We have a small problem... We do know how he became Darkwing Duck in Ducktales 2017, the hero was his idol since childhood and he became an actor for that, then after the event with Jim Starling, he decided to incorporate the heroic persona into his life. So far, so good... But Drake's family was never exactly shown. And, I know, his ancestors were shown, but I mean HIS PARENTS. In this one, it really is a very free path for interpretation, however, I have some suggestions.

- Orphan

There's no way to escape that much, especially because Darkwing is inspired by Batman, and we already know what happened to Bruce... I'm not saying it should be the same, but at least have something similar.

- Toxic or problematic family

This is another factor that could be interesting and, if you want to consider the original version of the series that Negaduck is an alternate version of Darkwing Duck, it's a good starting point. I've seen some people use this and, honestly, it's valid. It could be one of the factors for Drake to actually be overprotective of Gosalyn and, at times, be a jerk to her (example: "Slime Okay, You're Okay").

- Normal family, but...

Now a more interesting one... We can consider that Drake did have a normal childhood, his parents were present and stuff. However... Why doesn't he talk about his parents? And why did he never introduce them to Gosalyn? Maybe he had a fight with them? Did he cause an accident that made him distance himself from his family? You can interpret this part however you want, whether it was Drake's fault or not, but considering his difficult personality... Maybe it was his fault... Speaking of guilt...

The Problems of a Problematic Personality

Now the fun begins... We all know that Drake is not exactly the nicest person in the world... In fact, he has a lot of problems... Whether it's his ego, his character, his relationships, his self-esteem, probably traumas he suffered... But let's start slowly... What are the consequences of Drake's personality? Let's start with his relationships...

- Complicated Relationships

I want to start with this factor because Drake definitely has problems here... First, we have Megavolt/Elmo, who, I know, was never mentioned in the original series, but in many headcanons people say that they were childhood friends. And, yes, it's cute and even cool to think that... But have you seen what Drake's CURRENT friendship with Launchpad is like? They are indeed good friends, but there were many times when Drake treated Launchpad badly, like in "Jailbird" and "Quack of Ages". If he treats LP badly, imagine Elmo, who at that time was also a person with no self-esteem and who was constantly bullied. We already know that Drake sometimes tends to be a coward (not like Bushroot, but he values his life a lot), so he probably didn't protect Elmo. Speaking of friendships... Now, if we take it to a romantic level, it doesn't improve the situation one bit... I've already written a blog about how Drake and Morgana's relationship is too problematic, so I won't repeat it... Now, regarding the Gosalyn issue... Even though he's a good father in certain aspects, he's also not... Whether it's because he's a jerk to her or because he's too overprotective... So, yeah... Their relationships aren't good... Worse than that, is the issue of his hero life.

- Failed Heroic Life

Okay... Where to start? Maybe the fact that he's mostly lazy and not very competent? Sorry, guys... But you have to agree that Drake is really very incompetent! He may have good intentions sometimes and even do the job right sometimes, but most of the time he only cares about fame and is driven by it, sometimes also driven by anger when someone underestimates him. So you can get an idea... Even as a VILLAIN, even if as a disguise, he is incompetent in and of himself, because instead of committing crimes, he ends up solving them unintentionally. Again, there are times when he does manage to do the hero's job right, but in the original series that's not the case. And I know it's a comedy series, but still, his deeds aren't exactly good...

- Psychological Effects

In addition to work relationships and personal relationships in general, there is another factor here... Drake has extremely low self-esteem and this causes the chain reaction that is the egocentric and temperamental personality that makes him problematic. But have you ever stopped to think about how this also affects him mentally? Let's be honest, the life of a hero probably causes Drake a lot of trauma, whether it be stress, burnout, relationship problems and, mainly, a feeling of failure. Drake Mallard, as a civilian, is a mediocre person (in the sense of being a totally average person with nothing special), but when he is Darkwing Duck, he manages to have the self-esteem he always wanted. And therein lies the problem... Staying comfortable in a fantasy, in a persona, is not good... Keeping the mask of confidence when your inner self does not have it and embracing arrogance has a big impact. You end up hurting yourself and the others around you and end up pushing them away, making you feel alone. And, as we can see, Drake does not exactly do well alone...

Eh, I... I think Drake is not well mentally... So let's try to talk about a lighter topic...:'3

Character Development

The character development in the original series is a bit messy, but it's easy to draw a line under it. An arrogant and lonely person who, with the help of people in his life, ends up changing and, even with adversity and internal problems, ends up becoming a better person and a better hero. It's a very basic line of reasoning and a "cliché" character development, but it's effective when done correctly. So, I'll just give you a few tips to help you with your writing.

- Work on the character's psychology

This may require some psychology study, but it's not that complex... Basically, you'll end up acting like a therapist/psychologist for the character. What are his fears? Why does he act the way he does? Why is it difficult for him to change? Use some base episodes if you can; the more you study more about the character's psyche, the more capable you'll feel about writing about him.

- Parallels of the hero and his villains

Again, this may require some in-depth analysis, but like Batman's villains, Darkwing's villains (depending on whether you're going to rewrite them or not) end up having small parallels to Drake. To give you some basic examples... Quackerjack could be a representation of Drake's "mask", how he performs his actions as a hero just as Quackerjack performs his actions as a villain. Bushroot could represent Drake's insecurities and his fear of being alone. Liquidator could represent how his ego and hunger for fame can lead him to be a despicable person. And Megavolt represents Drake's demons from the past, how his personality affects others and turns them into enemies or just hurts them. It's up to your interpretation.

- How Relationships Affect Drake

I've already said how much he affects people, but what about the other side of the coin? We know how much being Gosalyn's father affected him in a positive way, he started to care and have a more noble cause for himself. Lauchpad was a friend for him to vent and talk about his problems. Morgana, in my view, would end up becoming a safe place for Drake to be himself. Now, as for the Justice Ducks... You can interpret that however you want... But, in general, it would make Drake start to have a greater sense of leadership and more responsibility. However, there is one last topic that... This one, although optional, is one of the most interesting to explore...

The Trinity of Alternate Darkwing Duck Versions

This topic, as I said, is completely optional, but if you want to play with multiverse or alternate versions, I have some comments about that... Again, I'm going to play with Undertale's routes.

- Dictator's Route

Let's start with Darkwarrior Duck's route, who is a character that I find, honestly, very interesting... He's still Drake, but at the same time, he's not him anymore... And all because he lost Gosalyn... He lost the person who made him see beyond his greed for fame. But now... She's no longer by his side... You can say that she died (because alternative futures are something that's complicated to work with and, honestly, I don't have the patience to work with time travel) or something else, but the loss of Gosalyn will result in him becoming a dictator who probably killed ALL of his villains and has a completely distorted view of "justice".

- Negative Route

This is his route based on the Negaverse. You can consider Negaduck to be like the original and he's an alternate version of Drake. But if you take into account the 2017 version, you can play with the concept... You can make Jim a good person in the Negaverse and Drake a bad person here. I'm not saying to turn Jim into "Darkwing Duck", no... But making Drake a villain is an interesting idea in the Negaverse, regardless of whether this universe will have a "Darkwing Duck" or it will be just the Friendly Four who stop him. There are thousands of reasons you can give to make Drake become "Negaduck" here, it's just up to you to choose.

- Archer's Route

To finish the trinity, I wanted to talk about an alternative version that only appeared in the comics: Quiverwing Duck. This version of Drake also lost Gosalyn, but also... We didn't see the "Launchpad" version here at any point, so... It could be that he didn't just ask for Gosalyn, he could also have lost Launchpad. We can consider that this Drake lost his support network for some reason, but unlike Darkwarrior, he remained at least sane. He kept his true sense of justice... However, he is still lonely... In this version, you can explore Quiverwing Duck's loneliness and how much this trauma of losing his loved ones affected him.

Reference Suggestions

As a side topic, I will recommend some characters that might be interesting to use in writing your version of Drake Mallard/Darkwing Duck.

- Batman from DC Comics

It's the most obvious choice, since it's inspired by Batman (in part), and it could also be interesting to explore the psychological side of the character.

- Caitlyn from Arcane (Spoilers Alert)

One of the most recent, let's say... Although her arc was "weak" in the end, she's still a good choice. Whether it's to show Drake's inexperienced side at the beginning or his downfall when he becomes a dictator.

- Blitzø from Helluva Boss

A character who struggles with his relationships and has a toxic personality, who is struggling with this side of himself and has to face the demons of his past. Could it be more perfect for Drake? -w-

- Pink Diamond/Rose Quartz from Steven Universe

One of the most complex characters in fiction, one that you can either love or hate, but it is the perfect representation of a problematic person who also has to fight against these problems and who hurts people without even realizing it. It is really essential to work on this side of Drake and his constant struggle, also the side of him being "truly neutral".

- Azula from Avatar The Last Airbending

A recommendation that is unusual, but can be a good basis, whether for the version of Drake as Darkwarrior Duck or him as "Negaduck", his decline into insanity.

Conclusion

So, are you happy now?

"Of course! Worthy of me!"

Do you want to finish it for me? I really need it...

"Yeah, yeah, yeah... Just this once..."

Well, my dear fans! Thank you for your patience in waiting for my wonderful blog to arrive! It had to be rebuilt from scratch due to some technical issues, but now everything is fine. Again, thank you for coming this far and leave in the comments any suggestions, opinions, compliments for me and other things. Now I have to go, the villains of Saint Canarian don't rest day or night! Goodbye and, don't forget... Stay Dangerous!

[myheroblogs]

Yoichi and All For One are IDENTICAL TWINS (and what it means...)

Okay, I know this acc has kinda been dead for over a year or two by now and I haven't exactly caught up with MHA, I only started reading the last 3-4 chapters, and I wasn't planning to revive this acc after being inactive for so long, but I discovered something that I CAN'T keep quiet about.

In the newest chapter, further detail on Yoichi and AFO's backstory is revealed (Yes! The chapter I've been waiting for!), and surprisingly, AFO and Yoichi are TWINS! I think very few people really thought of the concept, so it was unexpected in general.

I assumed they're fraternal twins, because while they're twins, the anime showed them having different eye colors... (Yoichi has green eyes and AFO has red eyes)

...Until I realised that isn't actually possible.

Because TTTS (twin to twin transfusion), can only occur in IDENTICAL TWINS.

In other words, yes, Yoichi and AFO aren't just twins, they're IDENTICAL TWINS. Anime may be wrong about eye colors again (like how they were for Iida's).

And while it's both unexpected and funny to think about all this (I mean, c'mon, that means Yoichi could've had the exact same face as his brother-), a lot of people may have missed the very BIG implication that this has.

Remember, identical twins share the exact same genetic makeup. After all, they are basically what should've been one person but got split into two somewhere in the early process.

But aren't y'all forgetting...

...that QUIRKS are also genetic?

If AFO and Yoichi are identical twins the entire time, with the EXACT SAME GENETICS, then that would mean that the quirks they have, would be identical as well. Because quirks are also genetic.

All For One and One For All are the SAME QUIRK by nature.

You may be wondering, "if they're the same quirk, why do they seem to function differently?" Yes, OFA can pass itself on, AFO can't, etc.

Well, while they are identical twins, they did suffer through TTTS, with Yoichi as the donor twin.

This probably messed a lot with Yoichi's development, and thus, his quirk. After all, while identical twins, are well, identical, a lot of factors can change how their genetics are expressed (some are expressed more than others). TTTS would've been a big one for AFO and Yoichi.

Notice when looking at OFA's functions (minus the stockpile), it's a significantly weaker version of AFO? AFO can just take and give through close contact with another person. For the transfer to even work for Yoichi, he has to transfer through DNA (blood, or eating hair??), and the only way it can even store quirks if said person inherited the quirk and passed it on like hot potato. I wouldn't even be surprised if Yoichi's quirk could only story a certain number of quirks.

The functions of Yoichi's original quirk got so messed up, it had to evolve into being able to pass itself on for it to even function itself. So much so that literally no one realised he had a quirk, maybe even Yoichi himself until after his death.(Im in the camp that Yoichi died passing on the quirk and it was Kudou who discovered the transfer ability and made the plan to defeat AFO)

So yeah, Bakugo was correct about OFA being the same as AFO all along. Except he was wrong about it being due to AFO creating OFA. It's actually because the original quirk holders were identical twins, meaning the quirks they have would also be identical. But things happened, which caused the quirks to work differently from each other.

EDIT: As another addition to this post, this also explains why OFA and AFO are so intricately linked, that the two users can start seeing into the other's vestige realm. To the point that when they both come into contact, it merges their vestige plains into one. Or perhaps, it's actually two quirks temporarily merging into one.

Since identical twins are basically one split into two, then two identical quirks having contact with each other is the same as two merging back into one again.

[itty-bitty-sunshine]

Trust — 2k words

Two for one deal au

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"Do you really trust them?" Your brother asked you quietly, both of you sitting together on the hidden corner that lately had come to be your new "room". It was not yours by any means, and the both of you only spent three nights in it as of yet, but it had improvised beds for you and was were you were told to rest.

You did not need to ask who he was referring to. You knew he meant Sun and Moon, the two (one?) animatronics this room actually belonged to.

You can guess how that doubt rose up on his mind, with how friendly you had been acting with the two caretakers the last few days and nights you spent stuck on this damned mall. They even gave you your own little whiteboard for you to communicate with them, which you eye from where it lays on the ground near the far wall.

As friendly as you acted, you did not trust them.

Sure, the attention and care was nice, but there was no saying how long it'd last. You'd rather die than trust them — which was probably what would happen if you let your guard down, anyway. As aloof as you played, you were just as observant as your brother. Your lives depended on it.

There was no saying how long they would bother to keep up their show, or if they would turn around and start acting like just the same as the animatronics that hunted you down for sport as soon as you stepped a foot into this place. Of metal or not, as far as you know, they could be just as good as the adults you and your brother are always running from. They were bigger, faster — the best you could do was to get on their good side to give the two of you even the slightest chance.

You blink slowly, and finally shake your head at your brother's question.

He regards you quietly, and sighs with a scowl. You watch as he slowly lifts a finger to his mouth and chews on the tip of his nails — it doesn't look tasty at all, but you don't question him.

"We need to get out," he says in vain. The original plan had been to escape during the day, but the daycare attendants did not give you the chance. You don't know how they managed to keep you hidden for so long (your brother guessed they somehow messed with the cameras, and you don't understand enough to question it), but they take the two of you to the daycare when it's day, and back to this room when it's night. At least you think so, since there's no windows in this place. Regardless, they keep an eye on the two of you at all times. You hate it.

You do not answer your brother. There's nothing for you to say. Not like you said anything since coming here, anyway. Although you were never of much words, you used to at least talk to Star — however, now, the idea of talking to even him made your throat close up. You blamed it on the strange environment.

You pondered for a moment, and leaned forward, much to your brother's confusion. You refused to get up, but wiggled your way through the floor until you were able to reach your whiteboard. It was so incredibly dark you could barely see it, but your eyes were used to it enough to write. Hopefully Star would be able to read.

"And Freddy?" you write and show him. He takes a good moment to read it.

"... he is our safest bet right now," he answers sheepishly, avoiding your gaze. You knew Star trusted him more than you did, but you weren't sure how much you actually believed in what he said. You don't do much but shake your head. Your brother stares incredulously.

"If you've got any other plans I'm all ears," he says frustratedly, voice rising for a moment before he caught himself. You wipe the board and write again.

Or rather, draw.

A simple but understandable drawing: a bunny with a X on top of it.

The bunny lady needs to go.

"And how exactly do you think we should do that?" He asks you sarcastically. You know he already thought of every single option he could in the past two days. You've talked about this before. Plans with exploring at night with Freddy by your side — of maybe following Moon into his patrols, whatever that is. You both are yet to ask either of them to let you. You despise the need to ask, you know your brother does too. The plans were not fail proof, which is why you hadn't done it yet.

You do, however, remember Star's fazwatch getting messages every now and then when you walked around the first night, employees notes and costumers complaints. If you walk around, If you find more, then maybe you two can come up with something.

You just need to be careful with the rabbit lady that goes around at night.

You clean up your board, and write in it again.

"Let's go play in fazerblast tomorrow!! :D" you write cheerfully, expression not even close to match the tone as you turn it for him to read. He squints his eyes for a long moment to try and figure out what you had written. He then stares at you, confused beyond all hell as to where you are going with this.

"...sure, okay," he relents, waving his hand. "If those metal scraps even let us," sighing, he pats you in the head.

For good measure, you write again at the bottom of the board, this time not cleaning what you had written before, instead letting it sit along with the new text. "YAAY! YOUR THE BEST,"  you write big and excitedly, drawing happy faces and hearts along with it. You tried to make it look as if you were the happiest you could've been when writing this.

You don't know how adults work. Or animatronic adults, for what matter. Your bet is on the behavior you watched from far away — maybe if you look excited enough for something, they'll let you? Maybe if you ask really really nicely with the prettiest please and promise to behave your best?

Regardless, you put the board aside. You don't need a clock to tell it's late, and that your brother is tired. Moon should be coming back soon, too, and is for the best if neither of you are awake when that happens.

You push your brother with little to no strength, a way to tell him to lay back down on the improvised mattress. He resists it a first, grumbling and sighing loudly as a way to show his displeasure in having to do, but eventually lays back down. You pull the blanket up to his chest and pat it twice, shooting him a smile. You lay down on his side, hand pressed to his chest for as long as it took for him to fall asleep.

When he did, you sat up, ignoring how offended your brother would have been if he knew. You crawl your way to the tube entrance of the room and sit down in front of it, staring outside. It was pitch black, and you could not see a single thing — still, you felt safer keeping your eyes on it for a while longer.

You doodled stars on the edges of your whiteboard to escape the boredom, the only thing keeping you company being your brother's light snores. There was not even a clock to tick.

Putting your board down to your side eventually, you lay your upper half on the tube entrance, crossing your arms over each other and laying your head on them. You just had to wait for the moon to come back.

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You're not sure when you fell asleep, you hadn't meant to. Still, you slowly blink awake as you feel soft red light engulf you. Hazedly you open your eyes, only to find artificial ones staring back at you from the other end of the tube.

You startle badly, practically throwing yourself backwards at the somewhat familiar yet unexpected sight. The air catches in your throat as panic builds up steadily at the bottom of your ribcage.

Moon's face plate tilts slowly to the side, and he hold his hands up where you can see them. He glances apologetically at you, even if all your half-awake mind can focus is how there's a red eyed creature staring at you in the pitch blackness of a room you're locked into.

You let out a deep breath, though, once you hear the cling of the bells. You allow your gaze to fall to the small golden-ish circles sew to the ribbons on his wrist, attention caught by the way it reflects the led lights that emanates from his eyes. You don't know when it started or why so quick, but that was a sound you associated with him. With them. And for now, they meant safety, as dubious as it was.

You stared at his optics again, taking another deep breath, shoulders relaxing and letting go of the building up tension in it. You did not flinch away when he carefully, slowly placed one hand at the end of the entrance, looking at you for a moment as if asking permission to enter. When you did not protest, he pushed forward at a turtle's pace, finally stepping into the room after what felt like forever, but you appreciated nonetheless.

After the shock passed, you felt the tiredness pounding on your head all over again. You thought you would've been fine, but seems like taking a short nap got your body craving more rest. You rubbed your heavy eyes, much more reluctant on keeping them open at all now that there was another person with you. You were too tired to think about how bad that fact was to your whole not-trust-them plan.

Moon shushed you gently, metallic fingers running through your braids with care. He tells you that's no place to sleep, and that you should get back to bed — that it's alright now, he's here. As you simply nod at his words, you fail to notice him eyeing the little with board he almost crushed when stepping in. He pays attention to it for only a moment before carefully putting it to the side, out of the way.

You crawl your way back to the improvised mattress, next to where your brother still laid sound asleep, snoring quietly. He twitches slightly as you sit down, eyes opening for a mere second to see who it was — when he confirms it's only you, he's fast under again.

You lay down, stretching your arm to grab a plushie you had been keeping close these past couple of days — it was a Sun plushie, given to you during naptime and that you now claimed as your own. You bring the toy close to your chest as you hug it, and you feel the covers being pulled over you as Moon tucks you in.

Looking at his face, you see nothing but softness reflecting back at you through now white eyes. For that, you give him a smile. You can't tell him goodnight as you would've liked to, so you just pat his hand before yawning and turning to your side.

It takes only a minute for you to fall under into deep sleep. You did not need a music box this time around.

Already asleep, you are unable to see how the animatronic carefully sits itself at opposite end of the room, leaning against the wall. His head clicks curiously as he glanced at your board, which was empty when he left.

Such a silly thing, but the entire board was happily filled into the prospect of it.

Maybe it wouldn't be too bad to let you walk around for a little while.

[fatoomie2801]

i finally named him omg

manolan / mono everyone 😃

he's an oc that i've slowly been creating since last month but i couldn't let myself fully lore build because mayblade was happening and i knew i'd get carried away if i let myself

made a rough sketch back in may cause i wanted to quickly design him while i was still on the 'making an oc' high and it's nice to have finally drawn it out

quick info dump on whatever it is i have so far

just read over my notes he's supposed to have his hair in a bun most of the time oops maybe i'll draw that next time

he's on the older side of the mfb cast, around the same age as characters like tsubasa / ryuga / aguma / da xiang

i know the characters don't have official ages but i like to think these lot are the eldest out of the bunch so that's where he fits in

planning on giving him a lyre bey (the harp because he loves music) but i haven't figured out the specifics just yet

he's supposed to be almost the complete opposite of kiara. he's not this loud lively energetic character like she is and he doesn't possess the same drive or motivation or determination she does

he's the kind of character that doesn't find meaning or purpose in life until he rediscovers beyblade. nothing worth living for. idk i just wanted to create a character like that :)

NOW HIS NAME omg this is my favourite part about him

i was thinking about what to name him and i couldn't really think of anything so i did what any typical person does when they're making ocs and i searched up names on the internet

as i was scrolling i was seeing a bunch of different names all with origins from different languages and then i thought to myself why don't i incorporate my OWN language (somali 🇸🇴) and BOOM we got his name

the name manolan is a simplified version of the phrase [macno la'aan] which in somali means [meaningless / pointless] which is very fitting for the mindset he has

after that, i was wondering what it would look like to people who saw it for the first time / how they would pronounce it. ma-no-lan or ma-know-lan. and then it hit me. pronouncing it like ma-know-lan sounds almost EXACTLY like ANOTHER somali phrase [ma noola] meaning [is not alive] which is ALSO VERY FITTING??? for a character that feels like they're just existing and going through the motions rather than actually living, it's PERFECT

it shocked me actually to realise this which means his name has a double meaning and i LOVE THAT I UNKNOWINGLY DID THAT

haven't decided on pronunciation yet. i want it to be ma-no-lan but i myself sometimes keep reading it as ma-know-lan im gonna cry 😭😭😭

but yes, ma-no-lan because the name originally is supposed to mean 'meaningless'

i also love giving characters surnames but he will go without one because he runs away from his family and decides not to keep the name (and also because i can't think of a name and i don't want to LMAO)

as for the name mono, i was messing around with nicknames. it originally was meant to be mano which in somali would mean [macno / meaning] but considering the way i want him to look and sound, mono seemed more fitting

he's not very expressive (monotone) and he only ever really wears black or just a singular colour (monochrome) and mono can be used in music too so i thought why not it's very fitting idk lmao

also mono is a prefix meaning one / sole / single and beyblade becomes his sole purpose after he rediscovers it so i thought that was fitting too

i like getting all creative and meaningful with character names like this and i think this is in fact my favourite one ever i'm never shutting up about mono yall

even nolan as a nickname works since the [ma] in [ma noola] means [not] in the somali phrase for [not alive] so removing it makes it mean [alive] which is very much how he feels when he gets back into beyblade

but i don't want anyone calling him that if y'all call him nolan for short you have it coming 🫵🏾

as for any more lore and character interactions, the only thing i want right now is for him to be friends with hyoma and eventually move to koma village so he can have a life of peace i never give any of my characters peaceful backstories HAHA

i think i also want him to be quite close with tsubasa and almost grow up together

i haven't really created much of tsubasa's backstory between the house fire and the point in which the anime starts so i thought it would be interesting to start working on that and tie manolan in there somewhere and also because i want manolan and kiara interaction though it wouldn't be anything crazy

i think manolan would actually find it very draining to be around her because she's so energetic but then also he'd see her like an annoying little sister

and so for this same reason it makes sense why he and tsubasa or even hyoma would get along so well since they aren't nearly as energetic as kiara is

reading over my notes on mono and i've written that i want his love for beyblade to stem from a rediscovery rather than actually discovering it for the first time

i wanted him to be the kind of kid whose parents had high expectations of him and sort of shoved beyblade down his throat despite him not wanting to be a blader, and them only placing value on how well he does so very much a conditional love situation

the more he is forced to take part in it, the more he hates it because it's not what he wants, and he gets into arguments with his mother over it (yes his mother specifically idk what to do about his dad yet maybe i'll make him a deadbeat who knows)

he ends up running away from home because his parents make him feel like he has no value outside of beyblade (haven't really thought of why they care about beyblade so much i just need him to have a sad backstory and a reason to leave so he can meet tsubasa) and he ends up at the children's home where tsubasa is growing up after losing his entire family

the children's home look for and find manolan's parents despite him refusing to go back home but he ends up staying there because the his parents decide they don't want him anymore because he's of no value to them (still need to come up with a reason for why they care so damn much)

anyways tsubasa is a lot more outgoing as a kid than he is when he's older so it'll be interesting to see how i end up creating their interactions but i think i want manolan to be an angry kid for a bit before he becomes entirely numb to emotion

i think i also wanted tsubasa to be that kid that would take manolans hand and drag him outside to go and play and he'd honestly try anything to cheer him up or even get him to crack a smile

and eventually he does and tsubasa's eyes light up

tsubasa eventually becomes the first person to evoke emotion in manolan after a long while so they end up becoming lifelong besties

maybe tsubasa should be the one to give him the nickname mono and then he just runs with that idk

also maybe i want them to have a few falling outs where tsubasa tries to get manolan into beyblade and he completely refuses to take part and tsubasa gets upset about it because he just wants to battle with his friend and his friend is over here being mean (this is probably where the angry kid part comes in. maybe the only time manolan ever shows emotion before becoming super close with tsubasa is anger at the mention of beyblade)

anyways time skip to when he's way older, i want him to rediscover it, maybe through watching gingka or something since he tends to be a very inspirational character in that way or maybe even through someone like yu who has fun when battling and doesn't care whether he wins or loses as long as he gets to have fun battles with strong opponents

or maybe he watches tsubasa battle and wants to battle with him for his sake. or maybe he sees how hard kiara tried to get stronger to find tsubasa and it resonates with him or something and he realises there's more to beyblade than just winning

he almost has to rewire his brain and relearn beyblade and sees it from a new perspective and sort of falls in love with it and so after a life of not really having anything he was passionate about, he starts battling and realises that it's so much fun without the pressure of having to be the best at it and without eyes staring into the back of his head expecting him to win

i think i want him to lose in his very first battle. after the loss, all those emotions from his childhood that he used to feel when he lost come rushing to the surface and he immediately decides he's going to quit but then tsubasa (who in his eyes is a really powerful blader) tells him he did well and he just kind of freezes because that's not the reaction he was expecting

but he almost doesn't believe it because that's his best friend and his best friend is always just going to say something supportive so he brushes it off and goes to leave before someone else says the same thing and he stops in his tracks

and there isn't a single person treating him like he isn't worthy of love for losing a battle and in fact they all decide they wanna battle him too and he is just so stunned because this is the furthest thing from what he's used to

i guess it's sort of like a windbreaker sakura situation with how new all these positive and warm reactions to his loss are

despite having left his home and his family all those years ago, he's still associating his worth with winning and he's working on slowly trying to unlearn that. he's surrounded by people who are very supportive and it's all just so new to him because why would they tell him he was strong when he lost? why would they praise him for doing well when he failed to win? why does everyone want to battle him so badly when he couldn't even win his first battle?

and it's not like he's new to beyblade. he used to be good at it before (because he HAD to be) so the loss is actually his first loss in a VERY long time and he's frustrated with himself for losing because he knows that 6 / 7 year old him wouldn't have lost like that. but despite that, everyone wants a turn to battle him and it really throws him off but it evokes emotion in him again (which is something he rarely feels)

i want him to be the kind of character that rarely smiles and when he does it's a gentle soft subtle kind of smile

and maybe the first time he laughs everyone's like omg wait he can do that?

going back to him and blading, i want his motivation and determination to waver quite a lot. progress isn't linear and not every character has to be this strong-willed fighter. it's okay to feel like giving up sometimes except it's quite often for him

maybe this is the point where he has his koma village retreat, to learn about the origin of beyblade and see it from a different perspective, basically like taking baby steps and starting from the very beginning

and this is where he can form a bond with hyoma and fall in love with koma village

the more he overcomes his fears and feelings of unworthiness, and the more progress he makes in blading, the more put together he looks

he's supposed to have this slightly dishevelled look, messy hair, dark circles, not really caring about how he appears to others, wearing dark colours and just throwing his hair in a bun most of the time

but the more fun he finds when battling, the more organised he looks

maybe he should also be the kind of character that shows an insane amount of emotion when battling and then when the battle's over he's back to having that expressionless look

maybe for someone like mono, battling can be like listening to music in stereo, more fun and exciting, and maybe he can even fall in love with the sounds of the beys clashing, the audience cheering, the sound of his heart beating in his chest, the laughter from his opponent as they have fun when they battle, the sound of blader dj's voice echoing throughout the stadium

maybe the only time he ever takes off his headphones is when he battles so he can take in every single sound that comes with battling

MAYBE he had never even noticed those sounds before because as a kid all he could hear was the sound of his mother telling him to win, and he realises he missed out on all these interesting unique sounds that he loves so much because he couldn't truly hear them before

maybe he'll be similar to jack in the way that he wants to make art out of battle but in the form of sound rather than a visual piece and definitely nowhere near as crazy (or maybe i could make him crazy but ONLY in battle idk i haven't decided on that part yet)

my notes say he has a metal masters debut in the story but i've just been working on backstory and relations with characters for the time being so i haven't figured out how he ties into the story or anything like that but i'll post about it as i work on it!!

anyways that's all for now!! mono dump was in fact NOT quick but i love this character so much already omg i can't wait to keep working on him