#I can’t even imagine how they must be feeling

[ohrandomfandom]

I kinda really love “Robiin II: Becoming the Monster” because it contrasts the brightness and excitement that “becoming the magic!” encompasses. But what I really like about it is how if there’s an emphasis throughout about his view of himself and how others see him.

Wasn’t he buried next to Sheila? Bruce focuses so hard on how Jason died(does he even know that Sheila led Jason to the joker? That he was just trying to help his mom, that he didn’t just run off recklessly and confront the joker? That at the last moment Sheila, instead of immediately running off tried to help Jason because of how selfless and brave he was but it was too late for them?) that what he remembers of Jason becomes almost warped by every small interaction that could have been a “warning sign” of what was to come. Every close call, every disagreement, every expression of anger from his child is now overshadowing who he actually was. And tbh he still loves Jason dearly and cares for him and his light and hope but after Jason’s death he becomes especially unforgiving, most of all to himself, so he’s remembering what he thinks he should have seen

From growing up in crime alley, people who don’t even know him hear that and just assume he’s violent or destined to become a criminal(probably something he hears a fair amount after he gets adopted by Bruce from higher society members and the media). Maybe he learns from Talia’s sources about how his entire memory has basically been moulded into this tragic thing. The words that travel far enough to reach him are the cruelest. Talking about how he was reckless, how him dying was inevitable, maybe about the memorial in the cave. There’s this one panel set where Talia tells catatonic!Jason that Bruce misses him and that Jason(and dick) gave him hope as Robin and he cries

How he views himself, with his going against some of the rules Batman ingrained in him. How it feels right but also like a betrayal even though he’s so angry with Bruce.

Even physically too ! Dying at 15, losing more than a year of time, did his revival or the Lazarus pit reduce the effects of any malnutrition as a kid? Did he have a growth spurt? Does his body even feel like his? It must be incredibly disorienting and dysphoria inducing to die in one state and basically emerge from that water in a body he can’t remember growing in to. Muscle memory and habits that are unfamiliar.

Becoming the monster is just him learning how to exist. How to help in a way he thinks can actually work. The joker got out and he died, he grew up seeing people get hurt after the system failed to protect them again and again and so his training and returning to Gotham was part of a plan to show that to Batman. To make a Statement that he doesn’t think that things can stay the same and get better.

Him seeing Tim in all that armour could be reinforcing his view that he wasn’t as valued/ was more disposable. Or maybe he takes this as Batman caring enough to add more protection to this new kid but not enough to get blood on his hands and stop the major threats that would endanger him the most.

Ok I’ve gone off on a super tangent and was trying to pay attention to a conversation at the same time so maybe this doesn’t make any sense or is relevant at all but I just really like “Robin 2: becoming the monster.” Jason embodying the whole “I may be a terrible person but at least I’m taking a bunch more down with me and proving a point while I do”(or at least trying to! He thinks he’s making a very good and reasonable point and this is about him so that’s what matters). And I just love imagining talias support of him through all of this being portrayed as mostly background or insignificant in the face of how much he’s Feeling except for a few small moments where like maybe it’s a flash back or a v/o of a line of her supporting him would be like <33 especially if it happens during like a scene with Bruce to set her as a contrast adult/parental figure in his new second life. Or when he’s killing someone Talias line from lost days where Jason’s like “[blah if I kill this person] don’t tell me the world isn’t better off. Why are you smiling?” And talias like “you’re learning” and he’s all intense like “yea guess I am”

Idk just Jason not thinking he’s a good person but still thinking the terrible and even monstrous things he’s doing aren’t necessarily wrong and are even good is just such an important part of his character and I love that for him and that title was just yesssss and I could talk about Jason for hrs and I’m not going to edit this so I’m so sorry if it doesn’t make sense but your brain is so big and this thread is wonderful

There's a post about wanting a story about Jason's time as Robin. I made a reblog of it so long ago, but I can't stop thinking about it.

I want to watch Jason's flight as Robin, but the entire story he's haunted by the future we all know is going to come.

When he first grabs his tire iron, he has the choice of taking a crowbar instead.

Subtle purples or greens pop up when he's in danger (but not necessarily the Joker).

He frees a bird trapped inside a warehouse.

He rescues a kid who was kidnapped by their mom and returns them to their dad.

So many dead or injured birds

While helping Alfred with gardening, he breaks a nail

Gun magazines at many scenes

Motorcyclists wearing red helmets

Someone's bubbling jacuzzi has a green light on

Duffle bags

He helps hold a bandage to someone's neck until paramedics arrive

Jason reads Frankenstein while at the Manor

An ad proclaims their coffins to be the sturdiest

Just his Robin story being jammed packed with foreshadowing.

It'd also be rad to have Easter Eggs:

Someone makes a comment about assassin kids

When talking to Bruce about something, on the batscreen is a very short file about "One Who is All"

Someone at a gala mentions the Drakes' newest archeology find

Kids at Jason's school chat about meta powers and how cool controlling light is

When visiting the hospital, the nurse introduces herself as Crystal

The buildup of the audience watching Jason, who's unaware of his future, continuously face sign after sign after sign? The irrational hope that maybe someone will notice the universe basically screaming about the future? Nobody notices as more and more signs pop up. It's maddening but so intriguing.

Jason's story of Robin would follow him as he goes from being desperate to survive to thriving. His paranoia that it's too good to be true thrums in his veins, but he learns to ignore it. He's fed, loved, and flies over Gotham every night. There's conflict, sure, but he's figuring out. It's okay.

The signs start out slow and subtle. As he starts to reach towards the end, they get more and more obvious. They occur more often.

Jason doesn't know when it all goes wrong, but he's figured it out before.

We don't see him lose hope until the very end.

EDIT:

Here's the og post I was referencing

[dreamscapeee222]

hello!! may I request Arcane x reader where the reader has an invisible disability?

I have hypermobile EDS and I struggle with chronic pain and it would be cool to see that represented 🩷

A/n: I hope I've represented it well :)

You have an invisible disability

Vi, Jinx, Caitlyn, Ekko, Jayce, Viktor, Mel

Masterlist

Vi

Vi is fiercely protective by nature, and as soon as she notices the small signs—your cautious movements or moments of hesitation—she’d want to help.

"Why didn’t you say something? You don’t have to go through this alone," she’d say with a mix of concern and determination. Vi would adjust her habits to accommodate your needs without making a big deal of it. Whether it’s slowing her pace during walks or offering her arm for support, she’d always find a way to make you feel cared for. She’d also try to make you laugh when things are tough: "Guess you’ve got a built-in excuse to skip leg day, huh?"

Jinx

Jinx would likely struggle to understand at first—she’s not great with subtlety—but once she gets it, she’d dive headfirst into helping you feel better.

"You’re like, secretly a superhero, huh? Dealing with all that pain and still kicking butt?" She’d try to distract you from the pain with her antics or by crafting quirky gadgets designed to make your life easier. Sometimes, her energy might be overwhelming, but her heart is always in the right place. She’d take any negative comments from others personally, becoming your most chaotic defender.

Caitlyn

Caitlyn would be incredibly observant, picking up on your discomfort even if you try to hide it. She’d approach the topic gently, giving you the space to share as much or as little as you want.

"Thank you for telling me. I can’t imagine how strong you must be to deal with this every day." Caitlyn would quietly adjust her plans to accommodate you, making sure there are plenty of rest breaks or choosing activities that don’t strain your body. Her respect for your resilience would only grow, and she’d always remind you to prioritize your health, even if it meant canceling plans.

Ekko

Ekko would take the news with a mix of curiosity and admiration. He’s had his fair share of struggles and knows what it’s like to push through challenges.

"Man, you’re tougher than most people I know," he’d say, his tone filled with sincerity. Ekko would be proactive in finding ways to support you, whether it’s building a device to ease strain on your joints or offering a shoulder to lean on—literally. He’d also be great at helping you navigate the emotional toll, always reminding you of your worth and encouraging you to rest when you need it.

Jayce

Jayce’s reaction would be immediate concern followed by a flood of ideas.

"Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I could’ve built something to help!" He’d want to learn everything about hypermobile EDS, diving into research and brainstorming inventions tailored to your needs. While his enthusiasm might be overwhelming at times, his intentions would always be genuine. He’d also be your biggest cheerleader, constantly marveling at your strength and determination.

Viktor

Viktor would relate to you on a deeply personal level, having faced physical limitations himself.

"You shouldn’t feel the need to hide your pain," he’d say, his voice soft but firm. Viktor would approach the situation with practicality and empathy, offering both emotional support and potential mechanical solutions to ease your discomfort. He’d admire your resilience, often drawing parallels between your struggles and his own. "You are proof that strength comes in many forms," he’d tell you, his gaze filled with quiet admiration.

Mel

Mel would handle the situation with grace and compassion. She’d never make you feel like a burden and would be proactive in creating an environment where you feel comfortable.

"You endure so much, yet you carry it with such poise," she’d say, her tone full of respect. Mel would subtly advocate for you, ensuring others are mindful of your needs without drawing unnecessary attention. If you ever doubted your strength, she’d remind you of all the ways you inspire those around you.

See pinned.

[hrrtshape]

I THINK, THEREFORE I SHIFT ✶

let's explore how this philosophy integrates into the mindset, mechanics, and power of shifting, and how you can use it as a cornerstone of belief to enhance not just your shifting, but also manifestation practice.

𖥻 WHAT DOES "I THINK, THEREFORE I AM" MEAN?

coined by rené descartesin meditations on first philosophy (1641), "i think, therefore i am" (cogito, ergo sum) is a philosophical principle discussing that our ability to think proves our existence. it’s the idea that the very act of conscious thought is undeniable evidence that we are.

when tied to shifting, this principle forms the foundation of belief :

⋆  THOUGHT IS POWER : if you can conceptualise a reality, it’s evidence that this reality exists somewhere, in some form.

⋆  CONSCIOUSNESS AS CREATION : your thoughts don't just reflect reality; they create it. by thinking about a desired reality (dr), you validate its existence and affirm your ability to connect with it.

⋆  EXISTENCE IS FLUID : if your existence is affirmed by thought, why limit that existence to one reality? by thinking of your dr, you acknowledge your ability to exist there, too.

𖥻 INTERSECTION OF SHIFTING AND DESCARTES.

shifting works largely on belief. "i think, therefore i am" is a mantra that dismantles doubts and reinforces your ability to shift.

— A. THINKING IS BELIEVING. when you shift, the most important mindset is to believe in your dr as real and attainable. doubt anchors you to your current reality (cr), but thought and belief can transport you.

⋆  IF YOU THINK YOU'RE IN YOUR DR, YOU ARE : by focusing your thoughts and immersing yourself in the experience, you align with the energy of that reality.

⋆  AFFIRMATIONS : every time you think about your dr—imagining its details, feeling its emotions—you strengthen its existence. "i think, therefore i am" becomes "i think of my dr, therefore i am in my dr."

— B. YOUR DR ALREADY EXIST. in quantum theories and metaphysics, all realities exist simultaneously, and your consciousness determines which one you inhabit. thinking about a specific dr is like tuning into a radio station—you don’t create the station; you simply align with its frequency.

⋆  CARTESIAN CLARITY : if your thought of the dr exists, the dr must exist. by thinking about it, you prove it’s possible.

⋆  SHIFTING AS NAVIGATION : your thoughts are like coordinates, pointing your consciousness to the dr.

— C. THE FLUIDITY OF IDENTITY : descartes implied that identity is tied to thought. in shifting, your identity isn’t bound by your cr—you can "be" whoever you want.

⋆  SCRIPTED IDENTITY : in your dr, you can script qualities, relationships, or even new personas. the act of thinking and scripting makes them real for you.

𖥻 OVERCOMING DOUBTS WITH "COGITO."

doubts about shifting often stem from overthinking or feeling disconnected. descartes’ philosophy helps neutralise this.

— A. DOUBTS AS PROOF OF EXISTENCE. even if you doubt shifting, remember: the ability to doubt is proof of your capacity to think and exist.

⋆ REDIRECT THE DOUBT : instead of "what if i can’t shift?" (if you still think like that, i will SLAP you (i'm joking (not.))) think "i’m aware of my doubt, which means i’m conscious, which means i can direct that consciousness elsewhere."

— B. EMBRACE THE POWER OF CHOISE. descartes argued that thought is evidence of free will. if you’re thinking about shifting, you’re already exercising that will. use it to choose to shift.

𖥻 BEYOND PHILOSOPHY : APPLYING "I THINK, THEREFORE I AM" TO SHIFTING.

— A. MULTIVERSE THEORY MEETS DESCARTES. in a multiverse, infinite realities coexist. thinking of one dr is like opening a door to it. descartes gives you the confidence to step through by asserting that thought is all the proof you need.

— B. YOUR CR VS YOUR DR. the line between your cr and dr is only as real as you allow it to be.

⋆  in your cr, you think of your dr.

⋆  by thinking of your dr, you prove its existence.

⋆  by immersing yourself in those thoughts, you live in your dr.

𖥻 CLOSING THOUGHTS.

"I THINK, THEREFORE I AM" is the ultimate affirmation of your shifting journey. it reminds you that your power lies in your consciousness. by thinking of your dr, you validate its existence and affirm your ability to shift there. doubts don’t define you; they highlight your ability to think and create.

in the end, shifting is less about "leaving" one place and more about realising you already are wherever your thoughts take you.

[moosesarecute]

December 1st

December masterlist

General masterlist

Feyre and Rhysand had a calm evening at the River House.

The fire was lit, and they were snuggled together on the couch. Nyx had already fallen asleep, and the couple took the opportunity to have some alone time.

“I have a painting from their mating ceremony to Nesta and Cassian, a new cookbook to Elain and a perfume to Mor,” Feyre listed up Winter Solstice gifts she had planned for her family. However, she was missing one. “But I don’t know what to get Az.”

Feyre looked up at her mate and saw how he was deep in thoughts. She lifted her hand and carefully cupped his face. He leaned into her hand. His eyes met hers and she felt his strong emotions. He was filled with both gratitude and love, but also grief.

“You know Az won’t celebrate Winter Solstice with us,” Rhys told his mate.

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I can’t get him a present.”

“Yes, it does,” Rhys started. “Az hates Winter Solstice. I’m afraid giving him a gift will only bring back bad memories.”

Feyre sat up on the couch and watch her mate with a careful gaze.

“What happened?” she asked.

She saw how the grief covered Rhys’ face, and she felt how powerful the feeling was. She almost started crying just from that alone. She reached over, held Rhys’ hand and gave it a small squeeze.

Rhysand answered with taking a deep breath and started to explain.

“Y/N was the daughter of my mother’s best friend. She was about two years older than me, but we became friends quickly. She grew up at Windhaven too, but we didn’t see each other often. She was my mother’s apprentice, and therefore also a seamstress. We started to become better and better friends and then Cassian came along, and she became good friends with him too. She ended up moving in with us when she was nineteen, after her mother passed away.

“Y/N was like an older sister. She took care of our injuries after training and did her best to help us with our hangovers, unless her hangover was worse than ours. She was the steady stone that helped all of us through everything. When we lost my mother, or when any of us was scared for whatever reason, she was there. She had the best hugs and made the best stew. Neither Cass or I had ever had a big sister before and neither one of us have ever loved someone that dearly.”

Rhys’ eyes were glistening with tears, but he forced himself to hold it together.

“What about Az? Wasn’t she an older sister to Azriel?” Feyre couldn’t hold back her questions. She had heard a little about Y/N, but never this many details.

“No, she was definitely not a sister to Azriel,” Rhys said with a loving laugh. “They were mates.”

Feyre felt her eyes grow wide. How had nobody told her that Azriel had a mate? However, she soon realized that something must have gone very wrong for her not to know about this before now.

“They spent centuries crushing on each other, but neither one of them dared to admit it. Y/N was in multiple different relationships and Azriel crushed on Mor, but both eventually realized that they were suppressing their real feelings. Their mating bond snapped only weeks before I got stuck Under the Mountain. They were going to have their mating ceremony only days after Amarantha’s party.”

Dread filled Feyre. Amarantha had destroyed so much for so many years and for so many people. She couldn’t imagine spending fifty years under her reign. Feyre had, after all, not even survived three months.

“They decided to be stupid and waited for me to get back before they accepted the bond. They waited for fifty years, just so that the entire family would be there.”

Rhys swallowed in dread and his voice was shaking as he spoke.

“They had their mating ceremony only two days after I returned and then spent a week in their shared apartment. After they returned, I needed Y/N to go on a mission. She needed to use her charm to get some people on our side again after Amarantha. Azriel initially refused to let her go, but eventually Y/N convinced him that it would be okay if they went together. However, they never got to where they were going. They were ambushed and when Azriel woke again after, Y/N was gone. Nobody knows what happened.”

Both Feyre and Rhys had to dry tears at the end.

Feyre hated to be away from Rhys, sometimes even seconds apart was too much. She couldn’t imagine not knowing if he was okay, or if he was alive. Even the thought made her nauseous.

“Y/N loved Winter Solstice. She would decorate the entire Town House and there was always cookies or hot chocolate in the kitchen. Without her, Azriel haven’t been able to enjoy the holiday. Azriel haven’t been the same.”

Dividers by @issysh3ll

[littlelamy]

I was the one who requested Reader going through a depression and stopped responding to Rafe. That was soooooo good, I just wish it was longer because you're such a talented writer and I could read your stuff forever. Could I.....maybe request a part 2? With some happy ending. Maybe she opens the door....or maybe he bumps into her outside when she's getting her perscribed anti depressant pills at the pharmacy or something. WHatever you want, but I just want Rafe to show Reader that HE CARES and she lets him in emotionally, and he is super attentative, not at all making her feel like a burden, and is happy to take care of her

a/n: here’s part 2!😘

you hadn’t expected to run into him. you’d finally worked up the energy to go outside, the sun's warmth on your skin almost foreign after days—weeks—spent in the isolation of your apartment. your hands trembled slightly as you stepped into the pharmacy, clutching the prescription your doctor had sent over. it was supposed to help, the medication, but even taking this step felt monumental.

you kept your head down, trying to avoid any familiar faces. but of course, the universe had other plans.

“y/n?”

your heart sank at the sound of his voice, soft but unmistakable. you turned slowly, your eyes meeting rafe’s. he was standing near the entrance, a small reusable grocery bag in hand, his expression shifting from surprise to something gentler.

you froze, unsure of what to say. your mind immediately jumped to how you must look—unkempt, tired, a shell of the person he’d met a few months ago.

“hey,” you said finally, your voice barely audible.

rafe’s brows knitted together as he stepped closer, his blue eyes scanning your face. “what are you doing here?”

“just picking up something,” you mumbled, holding up your prescription bag as if it explained everything.

he nodded slowly, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before he spoke again. “do you have time to talk?”

you hesitated, glancing around the store. the thought of having this conversation here, in public, made your stomach churn.

“not here,” you whispered.

“okay,” he said immediately, his tone reassuring. “my car’s outside. we can talk there?”

you nodded, following him out to the parking lot.

the silence in his car was heavy but not uncomfortable. rafe didn’t rush you, didn’t push for answers. he just sat there, his hands resting lightly on the steering wheel, waiting for you to speak.

“i’m sorry,” you said finally, your voice breaking. “for disappearing. for not answering your texts. for… everything.”

he turned to face you, his expression soft. “you don’t have to apologize, y/n.”

“yes, i do,” you insisted, your chest tightening. “i’ve been a mess, and you don’t deserve to deal with that. you have your own life, and i—”

“stop,” he interrupted gently, his hand reaching out to rest on yours. his touch was warm, grounding. “you’re not a burden. and i don’t care how messy things are right now. i care about you.”

his words hit you like a wave, breaking through the walls you’d built around yourself.

“i don’t understand why,” you admitted, tears streaming down your face. “why would you want to deal with someone like me? i can’t even—”

“because you matter to me,” he said firmly, cutting you off again. “and it’s not about ‘dealing’ with you, y/n. it’s about being here for you. because that’s what you do for the people you care about.”

you didn’t go back to your apartment that day. instead, rafe drove you to his place, insisting that you didn’t have to be alone.

“just for a little while,” he said when you hesitated. “you don’t have to talk or do anything you don’t want to. just... stay.”

——————-

his house was quieter than you’d expected, the warm tones of the furniture and the faint smell of cedar making it feel more like a home than you’d imagined.

he led you to the couch, draping a blanket over your shoulders before disappearing into the kitchen. when he returned, he had a cup of tea in his hands, setting it on the coffee table in front of you.

"it’s chamomile,” he said, sitting down beside you. “i don’t know if you like it, but wheezie taught me how to make it back when i couldn’t sleep."

you managed a small smile, the gesture feeling foreign but welcome. “thank you.”

“anytime,” he replied, his voice soft.

the first night was the hardest.

you felt like an intruder, like you didn’t belong in his space. but rafe seemed to sense your unease, keeping his distance while still making it clear he was there if you needed him.

“if you want to talk, i’m here,” he said before heading to bed. “but if you just need to rest, that’s okay too. whatever you need.”

——————-

you spent most of the night staring at the ceiling, your mind racing with doubts and fears. but when the morning came, you felt a little lighter, the weight of your thoughts less suffocating than before.

over the next few days, rafe became a constant presence in your life.

he didn’t push you to talk about your feelings, but he also didn’t let you retreat completely into yourself. he’d sit with you during meals, even if you only picked at your food, and he’d put on movies you liked, filling the silence with soft laughter and the occasional comment.

when you mentioned feeling guilty about imposing, he shook his head, his expression serious.

“you’re not imposing,” he said firmly. “you’re here because you need someone, and i’m glad you trusted me enough to let me be that person.”

his words stayed with you, a small beacon of light in the darkness that had consumed you for so long.

one evening, you found yourself opening up to him in a way you hadn’t expected.

“i started the medication,” you said quietly, your hands wrapped around a cup of tea.

rafe looked up from his phone, his full attention on you. “how’s it going so far?”

“it’s... okay, i think,” you admitted. “it’s only been a few days, but it feels like a step in the right direction.”

“i’m proud of you,” he said, his voice warm. “that’s a big step.”

you felt a lump form in your throat, his words touching a part of you that had been starved for kindness.

“thank you,” you whispered, your eyes meeting his.

he smiled, reaching out to rest his hand over yours, gently rubbing small circles on it. “always.”

——————-

as the days turned into weeks, you started to find pieces of yourself again.

it wasn’t easy—there were still bad days, moments when the weight of everything threatened to pull you under. but rafe was there, steady and unwavering, his presence a constant reminder that you weren’t alone.

he celebrated the small victories with you, like the first time you cooked a meal together or the day you went for a walk around the neighborhood. and when you had setbacks, he was there too, offering quiet reassurance and a shoulder to lean on.

“healing isn’t a straight line,” he said one evening as you sat on the couch together. “it’s okay to have bad days. what matters is that you keep going.”

his words stayed with you, a mantra you repeated to yourself during the harder moments.

one night, as you lay in bed staring at the ceiling, you felt a surge of gratitude for him—for his patience, his kindness, his unwavering support.

“rafe?” you said softly, your voice cutting through the quiet.

he stirred beside you, his arm draped over your waist. “yeah?”

“thank you,” you said, your voice thick with emotion. “for everything. for being here. for caring.”

he shifted closer, his lips pressing against your temple. “you don’t have to thank me,” he murmured. “you’re worth it, y/n. every second.”

and for the first time in a long time, you believed him.

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[elleah]

My ex of two months feels like a stranger to me. I can’t even imagine us back together. Our relationship feels like an illusion, as if it never happened. When I think of him, I feel disgusted. I don’t like his traits. He was controlling, but in a subtle way—so subtle that it made me question myself, wondering, “Why do I feel so humiliated, criticized, and rejected? He didn’t even say anything bad.” It was like that.

I left him, and I feel better now. I feel like I have control. I have maintained no contact and ignored his happy birthday text. I’ve unsubscribed from everything connected to him and feel no attachment to him anymore (I think I lost attachment to him gradually while we were still together). However, I still think about him sometimes, and he even appears in my dreams.

I realize I’m still a bit vulnerable, especially as I process how much he disrespected me. But I know these feelings will fade with time, and I’m allowing myself the space to heal. I want other women to trust their intuition and learn from my mistakes, though I understand that every woman has her own life and must make her own choices.

[inquisimer]

Helloo happy Friday! For Arlow/Lucanis how about "Please tell me I don’t look as bad as I feel"?

this went... slightly left of my original intention, which means it went sightly left of the prompt, as well - but here we are! ty for the prompt friend <3

Arlow de Riva/Lucanis | 990 words | @dadrunkwriting - da4 spoilers | a direct follow on from this earlier prompt fill

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“You left on your own.”

Arlow didn’t look up from her coffee when Lucanis spoke. She’d been staring blankly through the steam, thinking and waiting. Thinking about what Viago said, and waiting for Lucanis to find her. Because she’d known he would—it hadn’t even taken as long as she’d thought it would. He must have noticed her absence right away.

That should make her happy. But it couldn’t—not with her Talon’s warnings haunting her thoughts. She closed her eyes and swallowed hard instead.

“The night just caught up to me and I beelined for the Eluvian,” she lied. “Sorry—I should have told you.”

Lucanis hummed. “The night caught up with you, hm? So it had nothing to do with how angry Viago looked when he left?”

Arlow’s stomach twisted and she cracked one eye open. “He actually looked angry?”

“Mhm. Something must have gotten quite under his skin, if he didn’t bother keeping it locked down in front of the Talons.”

Arlow dropped her forehead to her knees with a groan. Lucanis perched on the coffee table in front of her chair and pulled her coffee from her hands. Her palms felt the evening chill only briefly before he’d replaced the warm ceramic with his hands, thumbs soothing gentle circles over her knuckles.

“Talk to me,” he murmured. “I thought—well, things did go as well as I could have expected. And you were magnificent. I can’t imagine what Viago took issue with.”

Arlow almost laughed. He had no idea how right he was—he couldn’t imagine. She didn’t particularly want to tell him, either. Not only because she thought Viago was wrong, but because even if he was, she knew the fact that he had thought it would plant a seed of doubt in Lucanis. One he neither needed nor deserved.

She lifted her head with a sigh. Lucanis’ eyes swept over her and she felt her tears return at the naked concern there.

And Viago thought he was using her. Damn him.

“Arlow…” Lucanis’ brow furrowed; a dark undercurrent lined his voice. He reached out and traced the line of her cheek, from the corner of her eye to her jaw. His thumb lingered at the side of her chin and Arlow knew what he was seeing: thumb and finger-shaped bruises, just darkening. “Who put their hands on you?”

Arlow shook her head. “That’s from fighting Illario, I’m sure.”

“Please do not lie to me.” Lucanis’ fingers were stressfully gentle as he tilted her face, forcing her to look at him even though she barely felt the pressure against her tender skin. “It’s a little insulting, frankly, that you think I spent a full dance staring at your face and wouldn’t have noticed.”

“They’re bruises. They probably hadn’t formed yet.”

He raised an unimpressed brow at her and she sighed. But also pursed her lips together. Lucanis dropped his hand back to hers, jaw working around what he wanted to say.

“I understand if you want to defend him,” he finally said, “but then defend him. Do not hide from me, cara mia.”

Arlow’s shoulders drooped. “That obvious, huh? I’m losing my edge.”

“It was not such a stretch. If anyone other than Viago had touched you, there would have been blood. Either from your blades, or his. So,” Lucanis leaned forward, cinnamon and leather conditioner invading her senses, “what did he take issue with?”

“With you,” Arlow sighed, dropping her forehead against his. Even if she wasn’t exhausted and hurting, she’d never stood a chance to keep this from him. “You and me, and public displays of affection, and the implications.”

As she’d feared, Lucanis stiffened with every word. She pushed her fingers through his hair, a comfort for them both.

“Did you tell him that we talked about this?”

“No. He’s not worried about what we discussed.” Arlow pressed a soft kiss to Lucanis’ furrowed brow. “I’m going to tell you this,” she said quietly, “but first I want to say: we fought because I do not agree with him. Remember that?”

Lucanis nodded mutely.

“Viago thinks you are using our house to shield House Dellamorte from an internal coup.”

Arlow felt Lucanis’ sharp intake of breath, both against her face and in the tension at his shoulders. She stroked useless comfort at the nape of his neck.

“I really thought we were on better terms than that.”

“His personal opinion of you probably has very little to do with it. Viago is paranoid,” Arlow said bluntly. “And a cynic. Has been as long as I’ve known him. I don’t believe him,” she repeated, clasping Lucanis’ cheek and holding his gaze steady as she did. “And I told him as much.”

An unexpected smile ticked at the corner of Lucanis’ mouth. “Fighting with your Talon? Not your wisest move.”

“Pissing off Viago is an art form that I’ve perfected,” Arlow said. “It just so happens that he pissed me off back—that’s when things get messy between us. Anyway,” she nudged his nose with hers, “You’re a Talon, now. Are you saying that if Viago kicked me out, I’d have nowhere to go?”

Lucanis groaned. “Do not repeat that where Viago can hear you. He’ll think I’m trying to poach you.”

“I guarantee you he already thinks that. And don’t dodge the question.”

“You know I would have you in my house in a heartbeat,” Lucanis murmured. If he heard the double entendre, neither of them mentioned it. “But I don’t think that’s what you want. And, for the record—” he pushed her hair back where it had fallen from the twisted crown, tenderly tucking it behind one pointed ear “—I would never do what he’s suggesting without speaking to him. And you, but certainly him.”

Arlow smiled, ignoring just how much his words eased her heart, and leaned down to kiss him. “That’s what I told him,” she said against his lips.

[magics-neptunes-things]

Mockingjay - Part 11

Hi guys!

I'm so sorry for the delay, but between my health and all the work I have to do for my job, I almost don't know what day we are.

I'm glad for all the sweets messages and the love and supports I get for this serie though, it really means a lot ♥

There is a little bit of suspense here, I'll try not to make you wait as long as this time for the next chapter.

Please enjoy ♥

TW : Fight, injury, scorpions, death, gun, gunshot, angst.

Chapter Before

“I’m so sorry”

“Lucy, stop” Ona sighs softly.

Lucy doesn’t answer anything, she just bites her bottom lip to stay silent. But she can’t help but look at Ona’s arm and the bruise forming on it. Even if it was to save her life, she had to hit her hard enough to at least hurt the scorpion who was casually strolling in her arm.

So, Lucy just basically saved Ona’s life, but the older girl can’t get over the fact that she hit Ona. And hurt her in the process.

They are currently sitting on a blanket, Lucy scanning the ground around them with the pocket lamp to see if there are more scorpions and eventually make them leave thanks to the light.

They are sitting back to back, just to have a better view around them. Because they shouldn’t look for the scorpions only, but for the other tributes maybe too. They don’t know where Tony went and where everyone else is. Being attacked right now could be the worst fight ever.

Ona is jumping in the air from time to time, sure that she felt one of those animals running on her body. She was wrong every time and Lucy almost had a heart attack every time too.

“Are you sleeping?” Lucy asks after a moment.

“No” Ona mumbles.

She’s tired, she must admit that. But there is no world where she falls asleep and puts them both in danger right now. It’s hard to imagine how my time passed since the night fell some hours before. Ona really hopes that it will be finished soon.

Ona changes her position when she feels Lucy’s hand reach for hers, unrolling her arms that she had wrapped around her legs glued to her chest. She gladly let Lucy play with her fingers, enjoying this little closeness even here.

Ona can’t explain why, maybe because of how tired she is, but once again their reality hit her like a wall of bricks. She feels her throat tightens at the idea that they will never be able to have this kind of moment on a lovely date, for example. She doesn’t say anything though, not wanting to make Lucy sad or even alert her.

But Lucy learned to know her, and she quickly hears Ona’s unsteady breathings, even if she can’t see her silent tears.

“What’s up?” Lucy asks softly.

“Nothing” Ona breathes. “It’s stupid”

“If it makes you upset, it’s not stupid” Lucy answers, turning herself a little to have a better view of Ona. “Are you mad at me?”

Ona shakes her head no, still looking around just in case. She doesn’t want Lucy to see her cry. She doesn’t want to pass for someone weak. And more, she doesn’t want Lucy to find her childish.

“Hey, what’s up?” Lucy asks softly.

“I just…”

Ona frowns softly, not really knowing how to say the right things. She has all those fears about Lucy’s eventual judgement and how she can see her after that. Which is particularly stupid, Lucy would never judge Ona in any way.

“I would give everything to just have one night together, only the two of us. Without the Games, the injuries… Just you and me.”

“Ona…”

Ona hurries to take her hand back, whipping her tears and sitting a little straighter. She knows they won’t have it and that it’s stupid to cry for something they will never have.

“I told you, it was stupid” Ona shrugs.

Her back is perfectly turned so she doesn’t see Lucy. But like this, she doesn’t see the sadness and the regrets in Lucy’s eyes.

“I wish I could share these moments with you too” Lucy finally whispers.

Ona feels her throat tightens once again, but not for the same reason. She doesn’t really know if she feels better now that she knows that Lucy feels the same way. Is it worse because it supports the fact that they won’t have it? Or is it better because Lucy can understand how she’s feeling?

“What kind of things would we have done?” Ona finally asks.

“For our first date, I would have brought you on my boat to watch the sunset.”

“Sounds very romantic” Ona smirks.

Lucy hums and Ona hears her moving a little before kissing her neck. It makes Ona shiver, of course, but she smiles anyway, not expecting for Lucy to talk again.

“I don’t know if that’s any consolation, but I’m yours. No matter what happens, I will always be. Only yours.”

This time, Ona turns around completely to have an entire look at Lucy. The older girl is already looking at her, her green eyes scanning the brown one’s. Getting on her knees rather than her ass, before taking Lucy’s face between both of her hands to kiss her.

The kiss is slow but full of love and Ona can’t help but let her mind fly away, to the moment they shared together on that mountain. They had a moment only the both of them finally, only accompanied by the fire.

Lucy answers her kiss, and they are finally stopped when they feel the first light and heath of the sun on their skin. Lucy sighs from relief and looks around them. It could be hard to find their way back, everything looks the same around. But Lucy understands easily with the way Ona gets up that the younger one knows perfectly where to go.

“Are we going back to the centre of the arena or do you want to look for the oasis?” Ona asks, seeming to be happy again.

“We can look for the oasis until noon. Then we can go back to the forest if we don’t find anything.”

Ona nods and accepts the dry meat that Lucy gives her before starting to walk. She still feels tired, but she knows that they must move. She doesn’t know if someone already came here before them, the sand is the same everywhere. Including in their shoes.

“Is it a palm tree?”

They were walking for almost thirty minutes when Lucy talks again, and Ona raises her head in the direction of where Lucy is pointing.

“I think it is” Ona nods after several seconds. “Let’s go.”

They turn in the right direction, Ona two steps in front of Lucy. The latter is particularly attentive to everything, the fact that the two other girls might still be here hiding in her mind. When they are close, she softly grabs Ona’s hand to whisper it.

“Maybe they are here. Let’s be careful”

Ona nods again and squeezes Lucy’s fingers before letting her go. She can feel Lucy’s presence right behind her and it helps her to be more at ease. She feels safe with Lucy and little did she know that Lucy feels safe with her too. After all, they saved each other's lives already.

The oasis isn’t very big, but Ona must admit that it’s cute. There are a few palm trees around a very small lake. But the water is clear like a mirror, almost inviting. Rocks are around the water, as if someone had arranged seats to be able to settle comfortably in front of it.

“Someone came here” Ona whispers.

She’s looking at the rocks, but her gaze is scanning the other places of the area. Now that Lucy is looking around too, she feels the same way too. There are dates on the ground, some of them eaten and she can see footprints at some places too.

Lucy hums, turning around to look around them.

“Let’s just be careful, Love, yeah?”

Ona nods and smiles, unable to hide the butterflies she feels in her stomach when Lucy calls her like that. She takes the bow in one of her hands, just in case, when Lucy decides to make a walk around the lake “Just to have a look.”

Ona should have known it was a bad idea, every time they are separated something bad happens.

Just when Ona can’t see Lucy anymore, she feels something icy against her neck.

“Make any sound and you're dead. Do you understand?”

Ona feels her blood freeze, but she only nods softly. She doesn’t know what is held against her neck, but if it’s a knife, she doesn’t want to take any risks.

“Let go of your bow” the voice says.

Ona doesn’t hesitate before letting it go. She just hopes that Lucy will come back soon to help her. She feels stupid, Lucy just told her to be careful.

“Good. Do you know how to get out of this desert?”

Ona nods once again. She tries to recognize the voice of the person talking, but she didn’t talk a lot to those two girls. She’s unable to say which one of them is behind her.

“Show the way. Don’t turn around.”

Of course, Ona wants to turn around or even look for Lucy, but she can’t. So, she obliges and starts to walk, taking the way back she took several minutes. She can feel that icy things brush against her neck from time to time, attesting of its presence.

They were walking for several minutes when the girl talks again. Ona was walking as slow as possible, still hoping that Lucy will see them.

“Are you okay?”

Ona frowns, not understanding why the girl is asking her that question. She doesn’t understand either the soft tone used to ask this question, until she hears the girl talking again.

“Stop, Batlle.”

Then Ona turns around and realise that they were two people walking behind her. But the second girl doesn’t look good.

“What happened to her?” Ona whispers.

The first girl, Enya as Ona just remembered her name, shot her a dirty look. She raises what she had in her hand and Ona blenches when she sees that Enya is in fact holding nothing much than a gun.

“Hands up!”

Ona obliges once again, raising both of her hands without hesitation. She looks at the way Enya is looking at her partner, looking hopeless. The other girl has various purple patches all over the body, some swollen and appearing painful.

“She got bitten by scorpions” Enya groans.

Ona shivers, remembering that she had one of them in her arm last night. The second girl doesn’t seem able to talk and Ona wonders if she really can understand what is happening. She seems lost, looking at Ona blankly.

“You… You know that she won’t make it, right?” Ona says as softly as she can.

She feels sorry for that poor girl. But Enya seems angry by that statement and point her gun at the middle of Ona’s forehead.

“Shut up if you don’t want to die right now”

Ona raises her hands again, not moving anymore. She doesn’t know what sign Enya is waiting for, but she seems to be happy, so she kneels down next to the other girl lying on the ground.

Ona’s mind wanders to Lucy, who must be lost about not finding her anywhere now. Ona hopes that she won’t do something stupid, they keep reminding each other that as long as they haven’t heard the canon, there is nothing to worry about. Ona just hopes that they won’t be separated for long. Unless Enya really decides to kill her soon, which might be problematic in that case.

“Where did you find a gun?” Ona asks.

Enya looks up to look at her, seeming to think before answering. But the question is on Ona’s mind, she’s scared that Tony or Camden have found guns too. If that’s the case, winning will be difficult.

“I’ve received it from the sponsor.”

Ona arches her two eyebrows under surprise. She received pretty great things too, but nothing like that. Enya must have someone who likes her very much outside.

“Help me carry Leane. If your girlfriend sees us, she will come, and I’ll be forced to shoot her. You don’t want that, do you?”

Ona contracts her jaw at Lucy’s mention. Of course, she doesn’t want something like that. However, Ona wonders for several seconds how Enya knows about her and Lucy’s relationship. But she doesn’t have to think a lot, because Enya is pointing her gun at her face once again and she hurries to help.

They walk like this for what feels like forever, one arm around each other. Ona doesn’t know if it’s because she’s walking for a very long time, but Leane seems heavier every single second.

“Come on Leane, we are almost here” Enya repeats every two minutes.

Ona doesn’t say anything, she’s thinking a lot. She’s thinking about the chances she would have against Enya. Leane can’t fight that’s for sure and Enya seems very weak. But she has a gun, and a single shoot will be enough to kill her.

An energy boost takes Enya when they are able to see the end of the desert, the girl almost jumping until it. But Ona just has to take a look at Leane to know that things are very bad.

“I think she’s dying” Ona says slowly.

It takes Enya’s attention, and the girl looks at Leane with stupor.

“No no no no no” Enya says, laying Leane on the floor. “Not now, we are just getting out of the desert!”

The girls take Leane’s face between her hands, looking at Leane’s face. Ona feels like the girl is looking for any sign of life, which is particularly awful in her opinion. Ona jumps when Enya points the gun once again in her direction.

“Is she alive?”

Ona hesitates, looking at Leane’s frame on the sand. Poor girl seems gone, but no cannon is audible.

“Look at it!”

Enya seems to lose the little control of herself she was keeping until now. She’s making big movements with her hands, pointing Ona, then Leane, then Ona again. All of this while walking around.  

Ona kneels next to Leane, putting her finger on her neck to search for her heart rate.

“She’s alive” Ona mumbles.

She doesn’t add “for now” but she almost can’t feel anything against her fingers. It seems to calm Enya a little bit. At least she stops walking around like a crazy maniac.

“Good. Because if she dies, it’s because of you.”

“What are you talking about?” Ona asks after several seconds of silence.

“If you came earlier, you could have helped us earlier. We spent days trying to get out of this place. Leane got bitten by a scorpion in the middle of the night while I was asleep. It was so painful that she wasn’t even able to walk to me to wake me up. When I woke up she was surrounded by them, so I had to kill them with the gun.”

Ona bites her lip, looking sadly at Leane. This death must be awful, she would rather die like Teagan. She feels sorry for the other girl but for Enya too. She would probably not react better if it was Lucy in this case.

“Alright, get up. Find us the bridge.”

Enya makes Ona carry Leane on her back this time, walking behind them still with the gun pointed on Ona’s head. The sun is shining brightly now, and Ona feels the sweat running on her body. She feels the weakness in her legs too, Leane is a little bit bigger than her and heavier too.

“Can we take a pause please?” Ona finally asks.

“No”

There is no room for discussion. The brunette sighs softly, trying to ignore the sweat that runs down her face. Ona manages to walk ten more minutes before feeling her legs really getting tired.

“Enya” Ona whispers.

“I said, shut up and walk.”

Ona tries. As hard as she can, but soon her legs give up and she feels on her knee. The sand is burning against her skin, but that’s probably not the most important point. Ona feels the gun against her temple, making her close her eyes.

“Get up.”

“I can’t” Ona whispers, out of breath.

Her whole body is shaking, she has trouble breathing normally, and her head is spinning. Even opening her eyes seems hard for her right now.

“You leave me no choice”

Ona hears the weapon making a click and she closes her eyes harder, waiting for the blast. But contrary to what she expected, she feels Enya falling next to her and then rolling in the sand.

Ona manages to make Leane go down on her back, kneeling to see what is happening. Enya is fighting with someone that Ona recognizes immediately. Lucy is here, saving her once again.

“She has a gun” Ona shouts.

She doesn’t know if Lucy saw them, if she was following them for many times or if it’s just a miracle for her to be her.

Enya is fighting harder than Ona would have thought, the metal of the gun shining under the sun from time to time.

When Ona finally manages to stand up, the two other girls are fighting almost hundred meters further. Ignoring her feet who are killing her, Ona tries to run to help Lucy. She regrets not having her bow.

Just when she arrives at their height, a sound of gunfire resounds in the air. Ona freezes instantly, her eyes crossing Lucy’s gaze.

Lucy’s beautiful green eyes are wide under the surprise. Ona has always loved this shape of green. But right now, what she can see in them is terrifying her.

“Lucy!”

The younger girl screams this time, looking as Lucy’s body falls on the ground, only three meters away from her.

[deathblacksmoke]

you got light in your eyes (nick ruffilo x f!reader)

pairing: nick ruffilo x f!reader

summary: after being left alone by her friend at a party, reader makes an unexpected connection with the birthday boy.

cw: mentions of alcohol consumption, marijuana use, kissin' strangers, a much sweeter version of "who do you know here?"

word count: ~2.2K

author's note: first of the nicky requests for our sweet boy's birthday!! an anon requested strangers to lovers au of reader meeting nicky at a party. what better party than his birthday party? hope y'all enjoy this one as much as i enjoyed writing it <3

title from "this must be the place" by talking heads

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Awkwardly propped against the wall at a stranger’s birthday party is far from how you imagined your Friday night.

It isn’t like you had much of a choice in this — the moment your friend had gotten the text inviting her, she’d launched herself into begging. She felt it necessary to remind you, over and over and completely unsubtly, that you owe her one. You can’t remember for what.

She really likes the guy who invited her, though, and you’re never one to shy away from being a supportive friend. With the offer of your moral support and a ride, you’ve found yourself here: in a stranger’s home, nursing a drink that’s not quite cold enough, without even a name or a face to put to the host of the party you’re crashing.

Your friend had left you alone the moment you walked through the door, and it’s almost exactly what you expected. She spotted him and immediately got a skip in her step, kissed your cheek and thanked you and went running off in his direction with the widest smile you’ve ever seen on her.

There was a fleeting moment in which you wondered if there was any reason for you to stay, before you saw him hand her a beer — unopened, thankfully, a gentleman of sorts — and remembered her penchant for getting a little tipsy to stay comfy in a high-anxiety situation. 

You stayed for her. You made your way into the kitchen in search of something non-alcoholic and found it easily, an open cooler on the floor that hadn’t been out for long judging by the temperature, and found a spot out of the way to stand and pass the time until she was ready to leave.

You scroll on your phone and luckily go mostly unnoticed, a few bumps and rushed, mumbled apologies but nothing of note. Nevertheless, your anxiety starts to get the best of you. You feel out of place, unwelcome in this environment where everyone seems to have a friend but you. You’re typing out a text to your friend telling her that you’ll be waiting in your car whenever she’s ready to go, no rush, when you lift your gaze to see a pretty boy with sparkling eyes and a silly birthday tiara coming straight for you. A face to put to the party you’re crashing. Your breath catches in your throat. You feel your cheeks heat as you avert your gaze and hope he changes his path.

“Hi,” he says. No such luck. He ducks his head to get himself into your line of sight, only briefly, before straightening back up. “Mind if I join you?”

Everything in you is screaming at you to say no, to excuse yourself, to send that text and go outside. You chance another look at him and there’s a kindness in his gaze that warms you from the inside out. You have no other choice.

“Sure,” you tell him, unable to muster much more, feeling tense. You scooch over a little and he takes your spot on the wall, his shoulder touching yours. 

“It’s not often a stranger shows up to your birthday party alone,” he starts, and it would worsen your spiking nerves if not for the playful teasing in his tone. “Not even a birthday card.”

“I’m sorry—” you start to say before you hear a no, no, no next to you, see him shaking his head from the corner of your eye.

“The more the merrier,” he says, and there’s a kindness to him that you almost can’t recognize. You’re a stranger in his home — he has no reason to be so welcoming. “Unless you’re planning to rob me. Should I hide my valuables?”

He’s funny, too.

“I came with my friend. Nick invited her.”

“But I’m Nick,” he responds. A name to pair with the face of the party you’re crashing. Nick.

You scan the floor until you find them squished closely together on a sofa. He’s talking animatedly with his hands and she’s hanging on every word, eyes crinkling at the edges as she laughs along with whatever he’s saying. Her shoulder is pressed into his and she’s holding a bottle of water, no alcohol in sight, a sign she’s comfortable. Your worry about her fades.

“That’s them on the couch,” you tell him, pointing in their direction. His mouth is spread into a grin when you look back in his direction. “She was really excited that he invited her tonight.”

“Folio. He begged me for a plus-one, even though I told him yes immediately. He knows my parties are for everyone. He was really excited for her to come tonight, too. He didn’t tell me his plus-one was bringing a plus-one.” He seems to realize how that sounded, stops you before you can apologize again. “Don’t say you’re sorry, I’m glad you’re here. I’m a little tired of these same people, you know?” he adds, with a sweet joking edge to his voice.

You had come here tonight in the hopes of looking after your friend and going unnoticed — bothering no one and not being bothered. The birthday boy had been the last thing on your mind, furthest from what you wanted. But his eyes shine when they meet yours. You’re sure if you put your hands on his cheeks, the warmth of the blush would spread through you.

“I guess I’ll stick around then,” you say. His responding smile sets you alight.

Time with him passes as easily as anything. It’s almost like you’ve known him for years, and it makes your insides feel all warm and fuzzy. 

He tells you all about his favorite shows, video games, movies, bands, his job as a tattooer — you could listen to him drone on for ages about all of his favorite things. He asks about yours in equal measure, and his genuine interest almost makes you shy away.

When it gets a little warm in the room, he takes off his hoodie and your eyes immediately go to the pops of colors and intricate lines dancing across his arms. Seemingly against your own will, your hands follow, tracing the patterns and wondering the stories behind them all, when he got them, who did them, if any of them are homemade. You lift your eyes and find him already gazing down at you, the heat of the room and the alcohol having flushed his cheeks. You wonder if any of it is because of you. You’re completely sober and positive that the heat of your cheeks matches his own. Without being asked, he dives into the story of the one you’ve fixated on the most, and you think you could listen to him speak forever. 

He stops suddenly mid-sentence, and it takes you a moment to catch up.

“Why did you stop?” you ask, trying your very best not to sound too disappointed, too needy.

He’s not at all judgemental when he responds, which is the only reason it doesn’t make you feel any shame. “You’re staring.”

“I think I’ve been staring since the moment you came over here,” you admit. He nods. “You’re staring, too.”

“I know,” he says. “I’ve been wondering if I could kiss you. I didn’t know how to ask.”

You figure that’s as good an ask as any. He’s suddenly so shy, and that gives you just the amount of bravery you need. You surge forward, pressing your lips to his and delighting in the sweet, surprised sound he makes into your mouth.

His lips are soft against yours, and he wastes little time before pressing his tongue against the seam of your lips, requesting entrance that you readily grant. When you bring your palms to his cheeks, your smile spreads, knowing that the heat of his cheeks is just as you’d expected, just as red-hot as the blush you’d been admiring for the past hour or so. 

He’s so gentle with you, running a hand through your hair, curving it around the base of your skull to keep you close. His other hand curls delicately around your waist, sinking in just a little bit, pulling you as close as he can get you. You wish closer was an option, but figure sitting on the floor, propped against a wall in his crowded living room isn’t the best place.

You’re interrupted prematurely by a voice you don’t recognize calling your name. You separate from Nick, albeit reluctantly, to see Nick — Folio — wandering around the living room looking frazzled. Your anxiety spikes.

“Folio, she’s over here,” Nick graciously answers for you. The worry left you frozen for a moment too long.

“Is everything all right?” you ask him, you and Nick both rising from the floor. He stays close to you, his pinking linking with yours as a comfort, and you feel grateful. “She’s okay, right?”

The way he almost immediately seems calmer helps to soothe you. “Yeah, no, she’s okay. It’s just — I kinda fucked up,” he starts. You decide you’ll let him finish before you panic. He said she’s okay and, for some reason, him being a friend of Nick’s has made you trust him a little bit. “She wanted to smoke, so I gave her a couple hits off mine. She didn’t have anything to drink, so I wasn’t worried about her getting crossed or anything, but I didn’t know she hadn't gotten high before. She’s freaking out and sorta mad at me. I feel really bad. She’s in Nick’s bed, Jolly’s date is in there with her, but you might want to get her home.”

You can’t help the roll of your eyes. 

“She’s been high before, but this happens every time,” you laugh, feeling a little bad for your friend. “Thank you for taking care of her, I’ll be there in just a minute.”

Folio nods, looks at Nick apologetically, but Nick just nods and smiles in return.

“Can you tell her I’ll call her tomorrow?” Folio asks you, and it makes you grin. He seems sweet. “If — if she wants me to call. If she asks.”

You promise him that you will, that you’re sure she’ll want to hear from him. You know her well enough, and you’ve been on the receiving end of this enough times to know she’ll be a little embarrassed and eager for forgiveness and reassurance in the morning. You’re glad it doesn’t seem to have ruined her or Folio’s chances here.

He walks off in what you assume is the direction of Nick’s bedroom. Nick tugs on your pinky.

“Here, why don’t you put your number in my phone? I’ll call you.” He offers, handing his unlocked phone off to you. You type it in quickly, considering a little heart after your name but deciding it’s a touch too much before handing it back.

He shows you to his room, and you loiter outside the door for just a moment.

“I guess this is it,” he says, sounding a little more dramatic than he should, but about as dramatic as you’re feeling. You’d been enjoying yourself. “I hope your friend feels better.”

“She will. I’ll blast the AC on the way home, get her something to eat, she’ll be okay,” you respond. You’ve done the routine more than enough times — pleased and amused to do it each time. “You’ll call?”

“I’ll call,” He promises, holding his pinky out. “Promise. Get your girl home.”

You manage to wrangle her in the car without much incident. You can tell she’s embarrassed. You almost wish she’d had something to drink instead — she’s a bit more reasonable then. A lot less paranoid. You still get the same sad grumbles of he hates me and he thinks I’m insane either way.

You assure her that she doesn’t, that he’s going to call tomorrow, but she doesn’t believe you. It’s okay, though. She doesn’t notice her phone in the cupholder lighting up with text after text from the boy, but you do. You saw his worry. He took good care of her and you’re sure he’ll call like he said he would.

You stop at a drive-thru on the way back to yours, order her a cheeseburger and a cold bottle of water. Not quite the miracle cure, but it normally perks her up a bit, and this time is no different.

A good night’s sleep in your bed will fix her the rest of the way, and you’re not surprised that she’s out the moment you wrangle her inside and lie her down.

He’s ahead of schedule. You settle in the living room, not wanting to deal with her snores, when you remember to look at your phone. A text from an unknown number, but you can guess.

Lunch tomorrow? You still owe me that birthday card.

It isn’t even really a question. You want to spend as much time with him as you can. What a pleasant surprise tonight was, even if it ended a little silly. You don’t wait to send the response.

Of course :)

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[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Ok hear me out: marriage proposal by the ST boys?

I got this ask sooooooo much so you lot must be very broody.

Vessel:

I don’t think he would do something flashy. The moment would be just for you and him, probably even in the comfort of your apartment or a nice little Airbnb. He had that ring with him for months. The man was convinced he was gonna propose eventually so he was prepared. The ring custom made from the doodles he scribbled for weeks after you would go to sleep.

He doesn’t want it to feel fake. Disturb the flow of your dynamic so it’s just you two sitting by a pond. The sun is setting. His palms are sweating. But he’s trying to keep his heartbeat as steady as he can. You’re sitting in between his legs, fingers brushing his thighs as you look ahead. That’s what you always loved that easy feeling between you both. Vessel finally leans back slightly, reaching for his jacket. Fingers easily grasped what he was looking for.

“I have something for you”, he says softly, making you look up, “for me? Why?”, you smile, “our anniversary is in a month”. Vessel grins down at you, pressing his lips against your temple, “I don’t need a reason to get you things”, he points out, “Plus it’s not a thing. I wrote something”. Your eyes grow big, “Wait did you and ii finally finish the song?”, your genuine excitement makes Vessel chuckle, “No, it’s something different”.

He hands you the paper. He had written a poem a while back. He knows he couldn’t trust himself in this moment and he wanted it to make sense. He didn’t want to spew some gibberish so he wrote it all down. You unfolded the paper with another glance at Vessel. “Do I need to be scared?”, you chuckl. “I don’t think so”, he mused, pressing his lips against your shoulder and watching you read it.

So here I stand, my soul laid bare, A question woven with love and care: Will you take my hand, my heart, my name, And walk with me through life’s sweet flame?

Forever yours, through all we face,With you, my love is my safe place.

“No”, you mutter under your breath. “No?”, Vessel pulls back slightly, his heart jumping out of his chest. “No, I mean, no”, you look up at him, eyes full of tears. “Hold on, no to what?”, Vessel asked panicked. “Are you doing this now?”, you clasped your hand over your face. “I was trying to but…”, Vessel doesn’t get to finish as you turn, throwing your arms over his neck, sending him tumbling back onto the blanket.

He can feel you crying. The death grip you have on his shirt is an addition to it all. “I’m freaking out”, Vessel admits, “Are you not… you don’t want to get married? I rushed didn’t I?”, he mutters. You pull back, looking at him through the tears filling your eyes. “Of course I want to marry you”, you squeeze his hands, throwing your head back. “You said no?”, “I am panicking if you can’t tell”, you lift your hands showing him your trembling palms. “So will you marry me?”, he asks one more time, he knows the answer. “Yes, one billion, trillion times yes”, you lean in pressing your lips to his. “I will tell the guys that you said no”, Vessel lets out a slight chuckle after finally slipping the ring onto your finger, “I want them to have the same heart attack I just had”.

iii

Can you imagine the grin on his face? I feel you would be able to tell that he is up to no good. But then he does it so many times that you don’t suspect anything specific. Both being music junkies you try to attend as many festivals and events as you both possibly can.

You two have a band that you two bonded over at the start of your relationship. It’s their concert your first date was. And now years later you two still laugh over how awkward that date was but how you would never change it because it had gotten you here. It’s almost nostalgic as you wait for the set to start. Your back is pressed against iii chest, his arms loosely wrapped around you as you both sway to the opening act. His lips occasionally brushing your shoulder.

As the familiar notes of the first song fill the space you can’t help but grin. Looking up at iii, “You’re ready?”, you mutter, knowing that you two were gonna scream your hearts out. He doesn’t respond immediately, watching you for a moment, before muttering a quick, “Look down”. You frown slightly, yet you follow his lead. Your eyes going big at the sight of an open velvet box. You turn in his embrace immediately.

“You are the best thing that ever happened to me, I’m the happiest when I’m…”, iii mused only for you to practically jump into his arms, “yes, yes, oh my god yes”, you squealed. “I didn’t even ask you yet”, he chuckled, “I don’t care, yes”, you nodded vigorously, tears streaming down your face. People clapped around you but all you could do was stare at one another. “Marry me”, he mutters, leaning his forehead against yours. You simply nod, biting your lips as you watch him. “I love you so much”, he mutters, he slipped the ring onto your finger, admiring his handy work.

ii

He often cooked dinner as it was so when ii suggested that you would have your weekly date night at home you didn’t think much of it. You did it quite a lot. At first, just lounging in sweatpants before agreeing that it was still date night so you should get ready even if it was just for the two of you. Now it was a regular thing that happened from time to time.

Just ii was oddly quiet today, his fingers brushing over your palm all night long. “The food was incredible as always”, you mused, basking in the fresh herbal scent that still lingered in the air. “And the flowers and candles”, you pointed out, “you outdid yourself, darling”, you mussed, reaching for his hand, bringing it to your lips before you kissed each of his knuckles.

ii smiled brushing his hand over his face. “You’re probably tired, I’ll clean up”, you pushed your chair ever so slightly and ii instantly stopped you. “I want today to be perfect”, he muttered. You can’t help but let a soft smile paint your lips, “Every day and night with you is perfect”, you reassured him.

“Close your eyes”, ii smiled making you tilt your head slightly. “Just trust me on this one”, he squeezed your palm. “Ii if it’s another kitten, I swear”, you grunted, “Not a kitten”, he chuckled, “Not yet at least”. You waited then. You could hear him fidgeting with something before he took hold of her palm once more. Something hitting your palm. “Take a guess”, he whispered. You frowned slightly turning the object in your hands, “a box?”, “what for?”, ii mused. “It could be anything ii”, you chuckled.

“Okay, well”, you heard the sound of his chair being pushed back, “then you will have to open it and see”. You blink up, gas slipping past your lips as you see him on one knee. “Oh, ii”, you breathe out, hand on your chest. “Ever since iii dropped you off at my lap I knew that I was gonna marry you one day”, you both chuckled at the memory, you softly reaching out to brush a tear falling down his cheek. “You showed what coming home feels like, I know we are not big on labels but I want you to be my forever. Merry me, love”.

Tears streaming down your face you nodded slowly, “In a heartbeat, my love”, you breathed, reaching out for him first, wanting to feel him close. He didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you. Dessert long forgotten. But then what the fuck was sweeter than love?

Ivy

Look this man is a dog dad. So walks, and hikes are something that you do a lot together. And so he wakes you up at the crack of dawn. Ushering you to get ready because you need to get to the hill he found in time to watch the sunset. He springs you a whole story about some friend who literally couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw it and who are you to deny your boyfriend the joy of a nice view?

Ivy is almost relieved that you fell asleep not even five minutes into the drive because he probably would have accidentally popped the question right there and then. But that doesn’t mean that he’s not whispering a line of, “I’m fucking proposing”, “We will get married”, or “You will be my fucking wife”, as he tries to stay as quiet as possible to not wake you up.

“You’re so full of energy this morning that it’s almost scary”, you mutter still yawning halfway through the hike. “I think it’s the fresh air”, ivy shrugs, “or maybe I’m high on you”, he chuckles, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. “You’re honestly insane”, you chuckle, taking hold of his hand as you two walk in comfortable silence. The valleys that open up make your excitement grow the higher you climb cause you have to give it to Ivy’s friend the views are deep and breathtaking.

“Fuck that’s pretty”, you gasp as you finally reach the top, the sun just about painting the field golden. “Here, hold Cinnamon for a moment”, Ivy hands you the leash, before bending on one knee as he reaches for his shoe. You genuinely think nothing of it, letting your eyes soak in the beauty of it all.

“Yn”, Ivy calls out, you hum, turning back to him only to find him on one knee, the biggest grin on his face. “You’ve been my greatest adventure so far, showed me what true unconditional love means”, his voice is thick and raspy and you can see the glassy look of tears, “Marry me, love, make me the happiest man alive?”

You stare at him for a moment before a sob slips past your lips and you’re kneeling in the dirt right next to him, arms wrapped around his neck. At this point you both are crying together, laughter threading into the emotions. Cinnamon is barking at your side. Jumping around, clearly confused as to why both of her parents are crying. “You’re out of your mind”, you shake your head, smiling so much your cheeks ache. “Out of my mind in love with you, yes”, he leans forward kissing you softly, “you also haven’t said yes, yet”, “Do you even need me to?”, you chuckle, pressing your forehead to his, “Yes, please cause I’m still panicking”, ivy laughs nervously. “Of course it’s a yes, there’s no other answer possible”, ivy slips the ring onto your finger, hands shaking and your arms are once again wrapped around him as you two stay in one another’s embrace.

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

I always loved the time loop theory because of the angst potential for yuu/mc. I feel it would make the most sense for the loop would start after yuu comes to twst.

So yuu is currently stuck in a loop for who knows how long, but what happens when they figure out the truth? Or when they break free from the loop? If they find a way back home?

It would all be different. Only nrc is affected so if yuu ever finds a way back, depending on how many loops they went through, maybe it’d be like 10 years? 20? 50? Idk I just can’t help but think of how angsty that would be.

For yuu, they’d be there for about a year, only to come home and see that the world has moved on without them, their friends and family accepted long ago that they will never find out what happened to them.

Coming home to see their parents much older, if they had any younger siblings, they’re now older than yuu. Their friends now grown up and living out their lives. Older relatives/family long gone…

There’s just a lot of ideas with this time loop theory that I love to look into

Oooh yess and there's a few lil ideas/twists i also thought of to add onto this! Especially with book 7 where you can see in peoples dreams. Minor spoilers? Just in case

Imagine a Yuu that talks to the seven in their dreams/the mirror. I mean they're getting dreams from somewhere right? Something something, a deal where Yuu has to bring them intel or help them get a body in exchange for their help/powers/whatever. Them coming back from the dead in the mirror after each failed attempt to save everyone. All of them saying some form of "you cant save everyone kid" just for Yuu to say they will and try again stubbornly.

Imagine in book 7 when everyone sees Yuus 'dream' which is just them in their headspace begging the 7 for just one more chance cause they got so close to saving everyone this time and getting them their bodies back. The shock of Yuu knowing the seven and what they've done to try to save them.

A yuu realizing throughout each time loop that they are the reason they can't save everyone. For everyone to have a happily ever after they must die or bargain. Maybe they can erase themselves from everyone's memories afterwards so it doesn't hurt as much.

Grim insists there was someone else in his exclusive dorm. Deuce swears he learned this studying technique somewhere but doesn't remember... Ace knows there's someone missing in the crowd at his game... hmm. Cater looking at some class photos and there's an empty space... Characters like Jamil or Riddle or Leona swearing they had someone to talk to and they're not there...

Bonus if they slowly remember them or see their shadow wandering about. How they try to follow or talk or reach out to them but they're not there. (been playing DDV and something very similar happens there so this could be a thing in TWST too and even be related to the seven...)

A Yuu on their last leg about to attempt something drastic in their next loop, hands shaking as they steel themselves to fight at the entrance ceremony.

A Yuu who's dream happily ever after is to die.

A Yuu that accumulated so much blot through time loops they're dying from it– they're the final boss. The blot itself. Yet, despite their overblot form and all the destruction at their fingers tips, they just sit there between it all, wanting to relax in their final moments.

An overblot Yuu that's being puppeteered and forced to fight against their friends even though it's so painful...

An overblot Yuu whose final attack is to latch onto someone– anyone– to hug in their final moments.

A Yuu that just wants to be understood throughout each loop.

And maybe DDV Yuu themself. Someone that was forced to be a ruler at such a young age that they never had enough time to be a child– seeing that child in their dream having to manage a whole kingdom and being relied on for everything and all the terrible mistakes their kid self made when they just wanted to dissapear and even how some members of the seven treated them so horribly. Their magic comes from helping others and yet they can't help themself.

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

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“It wasn’t me that almost drowned,” Buck says. “Even though they think that. I can’t drown. I think? At least not easily. But, uh, no… It was Bobby.” 

“Bobby?” Eddie asks. 

“He was trying to rescue the last living passenger on the plane,” Buck says. “Her leg was pinned. The plane was beginning to sink.”

Eddie purses his lips. Like he’s imagining the whole picture. 

“They weren’t going to make it, Eddie,” Buck says. “I tried to go back for him… But I wasn’t strong enough, and… And Bobby was going to die, right there. He was in a really bad place, then. He wouldn’t have saved himself.”

“Oh,” Eddie whispers. “I didn’t know that.”

“Yeah,” Buck says. “It was… It was different.”

“So, how did that end up with your sprouting a tail?” Eddie asks. 

“When I thought he was going to die, and there was nothing I could do, I just started wishing,” Buck says. “I wished he would be okay. That I could save him somehow. I remember specifically thinking, I can’t lose Bobby, I’ll do anything, give anything.”

Eddie furrows his brows. 

“And then,” Buck continues. “I was in a lot of pain and confusion and… And then I was this.”

He motions at his tail. 

“And you saved them? Bobby and the passenger.”

“Yeah,” Buck says. “I saved them.”

“And he has no idea?” Eddie asks. 

“No one does.”

For months he’s been entirely alone in this. The better part of a year. 

“Wow,” Eddie says. “That must have been scary.”

“It was,” Buck says. “I didn’t know how to change back. Took me close to a day. I was frantic.”

Frantic actually doesn’t begin to cover it. Buck had been terrified. Completely confused. He was all alone. No idea what had happened to him. No idea if he could ever shift back. He’d had to hide after rescuing Bobby and the passenger, because he knew he couldn’t be seen in this condition. He’d panicked for hours and hours until his body just quit, and he passed out. When he woke up, search and rescue was looking down at him, and he was completely human again. Clothed and everything. 

He still doesn’t really know anything about himself. All he knows is that with enough practice, he has some control over himself. But it’s hard. Exhausting and hard and confusing. Especially changing back or resisting change once he’s in the ocean. But not changing? Not allowing himself time every week or so to shift? Not only does it drive his brain crazy, but it hurts his body as well. He needs the ocean. Sometimes, now, it feels like it owns him. 

“My turn to ask you a question,” Buck says when he sees Eddie thinking a little too hard.

“Right,” Eddie agrees. 

“What made you think I was trans?” Buck asks. “Not that I am bothered by the assumption. I’m really not. Just, there’s a big jump from transgender to merman.”

Eddie sighs. “I think there were just a few coincidences, and I wanted to be right. I was really hoping…”

“To find someone like you?” Buck asks. Eddie nods. “Yeah. Me too.”

“You just said enough things that made sense,” Eddie says. “That you know what it’s like to feel different. That you had to leave a bad situation at home to find yourself. That you don’t feel in charge of your own body.”

Buck thinking about it for a second.

“Oh, yeah. I can see how you’d think that.”

“But the real kicker were the gills,” Eddie says. “I saw the way you hide yourself to change, like me. I saw what I thought were chest scars. I guess I thought that was solid evidence.”

“Chest scars?” Buck asks. 

“From top surgery,” Eddie says. Eddie runs his hands along the lines of pectorals, over his shirt. “Makes it pretty obvious, if people know what they’re looking at.”

“You hide them?” Buck asks. 

“Well, yeah,” Eddie says, like that should be obvious. Buck doesn’t know why it’s supposed to be obvious, though. He doesn’t know enough about anything.

“Hmm,” Buck says. “But aren’t scars kind of bad ass on men?” 

Eddie’s cheeks go pink. “Not these ones.”

“Why not? Is that a rule?” Buck asks. 

Eddie’s lips tightened. “It’s just different.”

“I guess I don’t know enough to argue, but I think it’s still cool,” Buck says. 

Eddie shrugs, blush deepening. “My turn to ask.”

“Go for it,” Buck agrees. 

“Why do you chest gills stay but your neck ones don’t?” Eddie asks. 

Buck touches his neck absentmindedly. The tissue there is always sensitive when he’s like this. “I don’t actually know,” he admits. “I don’t always fully change back. Sometimes a scale or something is left behind. The chest gills always are.”

[sleepyboiisworld]

Imagine S2 Jayce meeting S1 Viktor.


Viktor from the future sends Jayce from the future back to the past to kill him. Because they have to stop him, right? In every universe, no matter how many times they find each other, they always fail. So this time, they must succeed. No. Matter. What.

Jayce promised.

But when Jayce sees him, he finds himself paralyzed. His sweet, lovely, beautiful Viktor immediately understands—this is not his Jayce. That poor boy is too intelligent for his own good. His little loving eyes soften as he pieces it together. He’s no fool. He knows it’s because of the Hexcore. But he can’t stop. He has to keep studying it. It’s the only way he can heal. The only way he can survive.

He doesn’t want to die.

He wants to be better.


To be perfect.

Perfect for Jayce.

Jayce gently grabs Viktor’s warm face, his trembling hands caressing Viktor’s cheeks as tears spill freely down his own. He can’t stop himself. He kisses him—on the cheeks, on the nose, on the forehead. Little butterfly kisses scatter all over Viktor’s face as Jayce mutters over and over again how perfect his Viktor already is. It doesn’t matter what timeline. It doesn’t matter what universe. Jayce will always fall in love with Viktor. Their destinies are intertwined. Nothing can separate them.

But Jayce can’t kill this Viktor.

The promise echoes in his mind. The future Viktor is still waiting for him. Still counting on him.

Why was he sent here? Why?

The point wasn’t to kill him. It was to make Viktor from the past understand.

To make him never give up on Jayce.

To always keep reaching out to him.

Even if they walk different paths. Even if their choices pull them apart.

Because only Jayce can understand Viktor.

And only Jayce can save him.

So when it’s time for Jayce to go, he remembers what he was supposed to say : « I know how to help you know ! Find me in the future ! »

I love them so so much, you cannot understand omg. Howl’s moving castle quotes matching very very much their dynamic. The brain rot is real gosh. I HOPE EVERYONE FEEL FINE AFTER ACT 3 BAHAHAHA

Please tell me somebody already wrote S2 Jayce meeting S1 Viktor, I need it PLEASE

(Sorry for the mistakes, my English is not the best krkr)

[oceanmonsters]

friend is supposed to be coming to stay w me for a couple of days this week and we had plans to get lunch n go thrift shopping in town but the thought of being in town is making me quite anxious rn. I don’t want to stop living my life because it feels like letting them win but I also hate the thought of my friend coming all the way here to see me and have a nice time and then something happening. y’know.

[keferon]

*clasps your shoulders gently and looks you straight in the eye*

Keferon. Please read Ninth by Kyn on AO3. I think you would love it very much. It has a large chapter count, but don't be intimidated, it's very easy to get into. It is currently unfinished, but is being updated regularly.

You are the seventh person that recommended this fic to me so ahahahaha yeah

I’m doing great Help I hate some parts of it but I love the other parts I’m spinning in the blender

…..I made the moodboard….

[purplereadingenthusiast]

I don’t think people realize how wonderful and freeing a loveless life can be. You can just vibe with yourself in your own little world without needing anyone else’s validation to make you feel happy