#I know the second 2 look so similar that is why my closet is a mess ahaha

[fxreflyes]

new boots!! i have no idea how to style them so now my closet is mess

[mingis-orangejuice]

Asking the L&Ds boys "What are we?" Part 1: Zayne

Summary: MC and her boy have been in a sort of situation-ship but MC wants to know why they haven't officially called her their girlfriend

a/n: This ended up being much longer than I thought so I'm making it into 4 parts (one for each boy) starting with Zayne. you can request who you want me to post next if you want

Genres/Warnings: angst, fluff, kinda slow burn

Word count: 635

Other parts: 2, 3, 4

You’re sitting in his office for your scheduled check-up. The bulk of the check-up was done and since you were his last patient that evening he asked you to wait for him to finish so he could drive you home. While he finished up some final notes on his computer you sat in the chair across from him mindlessly scrolling on social media while you waited. After a few minutes of silence, you hear a small knock on the door of the office.

“Come in” Zayne called as he looked up from his computer, you also turned around to see who it could be. A younger man in a lab coat similar to Zayne’s pokes his head in and starts talking

“Sorry to bother you Dr. Zayne… oh,” he stopped talking when he saw you sitting there looking up from your chair. “I didn’t realize your girlfriend was here, I’ll just ask you tomorrow, sorry again” Your heart skipped a beat at the word girlfriend.

The young doctor was about to leave when Zayne cut him off “It’s ok you’re already here now, you might as well just ask.

“Oh..uhh… ok” the young doctor awkwardly steps closer to Zaynes desk and hands him a few papers “Would you be able to sign these for me, since I’m shadowing you for my class I need you to sign them so I can get my class credit” 

“Oh he must be a student,” you thought

Zayne takes them from him and quickly looks through all of them, signs on the dotted line and promptly hands them back to the student. “You did very well these past few weeks, I was glad to have you as my apprentice. I hope to see you someday as a doctor here at Akso” Zayne’s voice sounded so sincere and sweet that even the student blushed a little.

“Thank you, sir, I’ll try my hardest” the student does a deep bow and quickly leaves the room

After he left Zayne went back to finishing up his work, but instead of going back to your doom scrolling you looked up at Zayne. “Why didn’t you correct him?”

Zayne looks up over his computer screen “Huh? correct him on what?” Zayne questioned

“Just now when that student called me your girlfriend, you didn’t correct him.” you scooted your chair closer to his desk and looked him in the eye trying to read his expression

“Why would I correct him? Was he wrong, are you not my girlfriend?” the feigned ignorance in his voice made you lose your words for a second. Once you regain your composure you stand up and look down at Zayne whose lips have now curled up into a slight smirk “no thats not… well you … uh... you’ve never called me that before” you sit back down and look away after that sudden burst of confidence.

Zayne chuckles lightly. “Naturally, I assumed you already were, since every night we have dinner together, I’m the one you call when you’ve had a rough day, we spend hours on the phone together talking about nothing and you stay at my house so often that you even have your own designated closet space and a toothbrush. ” 

You can still barely look at him “yeah but..”

“You’re right I should have corrected him,” he says with a mischievous grin

“What?!” you jump up from your seat worried that you accidentally messed up what you had with Zayne.

“Because at this point we’re basically married” he stands up, takes your hand and lightly kisses it. “But if you need to hear me say it I will” he looks up at your flustered expression, his smile gets even bigger and he looks you in the eye and says “Alright shall we get going, girlfriend?”

[jezabelle9299]

Broken Lungs S.R x FEM!Reader

CWs- Spoilers for season 5, depictions of asthma and use of a nebulizer, mentions of gunshot wounds, and health insurance not covering necessary medication.

Quick Infodump- Oxygen saturation levels should be 95-100%, lower than 93% should seek immediate help from a healthcare professional, and lower than 85% can cause severe damage to the brain because of a lack of oxygen.

Overture: Spencer is recovering from the knee surgery he needed after being shot in the field, when he sees a familiar face in the hospital being treated for an asthma attack.

A/N- This is based on my own experience with asthma, but it's different for everyone, so the relatability may vary with this one. But I was stuck at home all day because of an air quality alert so I did this instead of getting ready for the semester that starts in two weeks.

After one of his worst days in the field, Spencer ended the day in a hospital bed unable to walk. Hotch had been stabbed, and he had been shot. Both would be ok, and they were in separate hospitals to recover. The team alternated who would come to visit, and when. It usually took until the nurses kicked them out at the end of visiting hours, for them to actually leave. 

It’d been 2 days since his surgery, and the nurses had given him permission to walk around with his brace, on crutches. He’d never used them before, so he walked around the floor to the nurses’ station to get some more jell-o, and then around the hall back to his room. He allowed his curiosity (or nosiness) to get the better of him, occasionally glancing in at the people with their doors open, giving them a small smile or wave. Until he saw a familiar face. 

You’d worked for the FBI for a few years, working on the same floor as the BAU, but you weren’t in the field. You were sitting up in a hospital bed, playing solitaire in one hand, holding what looked like an oxygen mask to your face with the other. You looked up when you felt his eyes on you, and there he was, trapped in the doorway. You’d think you were hallucinating if not for the brace on his knee, and the crutches he was propping himself up on. He didn’t move from the threshold until you gave him a small wave, jumpstarting his movement into your room. 

You’d heard about Hotch’s incident, but you weren’t in the office yesterday, and since Spencer’s injury happened later in the day, you had no idea why he was here. You pulled the mask spraying (terrible tasting) medicine into your lungs from your face. You could stop for 30 seconds to see what he was here for. 

“Hey Spencer, what–um, what brings you here?” He hesitated, because you’d know since the 5th floor of the FBI building was the most gossip-ridden place he’d seen since high school. Yet he had no idea you’d be here. It’s not even as if you never talked, whenever he was in the office he’d stop by your desk to talk to you. He figured that you hadn’t gotten tired of him yet because he was gone a lot, although in reality you’d never tire of hearing his voice.

“I got shot in the knee, I’ll be fine, the real question is why are you here?” You’re sure it’s on government record, something Garcia could find in two minutes if she looked, but you still didn’t like talking about it. You knew it was stupid to be embarrassed of it, but you couldn’t help it. Every time it got brought up, you felt like the dorky character in a movie carting around their inhaler all the time, the butt of some cosmic joke. 

You preferred to think of it as an inconvenience more than anything. It didn’t come up often because you weren’t in the field, and when you needed to use an inhaler, you measured your breathing long enough to get to an empty bathroom or supply closet. You’d just blame the jitters that came after on too much coffee, and no one would ask any questions. This time, the inhaler wasn’t working, the next step in medication, a small machine similar to what you were supposed to be hooked up to now, wasn’t working either. So you drove to the ER feeling like you’d just run 10 miles, and they were making you stay 36 hours to give you stronger medication in intervals. 

“No reason.” You didn’t know why you even bothered with that response. Neither did Spencer, tossing you an apathetic look. He knew how squeamish you got when attention was drawn to something that made you look vulnerable, which is why he let it slide every time you walked into a supply closet looking flushed and panicked, with a soundtrack accompanying every time you took a breath, only to come out 5 minutes later with no supplies. 

 “Ok, really? Why would you even try it, you’re hooked up to a nebulizer and your oxygen saturation is at 90. What happened?” He was using the tone he only ever broke out for interrogations and proving Morgan wrong, but you still wanted to minimize the attention drawn to this not so glamorous piece of your life. You wanted Spencer to see you as someone he could date, even someone he could love, so this was not ideal to the image you’d been trying to show at work. 

“I have gross broken lungs. It’s really no big deal.” He laughed, but there was minimal humor behind it. Like he couldn’t even fathom you thinking this was ‘no big deal’. 

“I would venture to say you being in the hospital because you were unable to breathe is a very big deal.” While you loved when Spencer got a little bit cocky, you decided it would be more fun to make the little vein in his forehead appear again. So you tossed a vague shrug.

“Well I’d say getting shot is a much bigger deal. So why don’t you sit down, eat your jello, and tell me what happened to you, while I finish this thing.” He couldn’t argue with that, because at the very least he wanted you to feel better and the medicine currently going to waste while you were talking was the only way to accomplish that, so he relented. 

He didn’t want to move your things to the floor, but they were occupying the only chair in the room, so he made himself comfortable at the foot of your bed. He always wanted to be closer to you anyway. Setting his crutches next to him and opening the small cup of jello he’d somehow been holding this whole time, he reiterated his answer from before. 

���I told you already, I got shot in the knee, went into surgery, and now other than having to use these crutches for a while, I’m fine. Just need to spend a little longer in recovery before I can go back home to minimize the risk of infection.” He took a bite of jell-o just as a show of finality, like there was nothing more to say. Like a gunshot wound was not a huge deal. 

The whirr of the machine started to slow down, the medicine sputtering instead of coming out in a steady steam, meaning you could finally be done. You set it on the table by the bed, right next to your abandoned game of solitaire, and as soon as you set it down Spencer’s attention was back on your wellbeing. 

“Ok your turn, what happened?” 

“I’ve had asthma since I was a kid, and I just got unlucky today. It’s always worse this time of year, and my inhaler wasn’t really doing anything for me. Our health insurance plan doesn’t cover the more expensive meds unless I’m in the hospital, so here I am, for the next 36 hours.” You made a point to turn your exasperated expression into a cheesy smile, hoping to convince him to stay for just a little while longer.  “But the bright side is that since you're here I don’t have to play solitaire anymore. That was getting old fast.” You grabbed the cards, giving them a quick shuffle.

“So what do you say Vegas, are you up for a round of poker?” You hoped that would distract him from fussing over you, and luckily it did. He was satisfied you were ok, and the last thing he wanted was to push you too far, and for you to ask him to leave. So he let the smile take over his face. 

“Always. But i'm not going to go easy on you just because of your- what did you call them- broken lungs?” That got a good laugh out of you. Admittedly wheezy, but still one of the most beautiful sounds in the world to him. 

“Gross, broken lungs. And I wouldn’t dream of it.” You dealt the cards, already knowing you’d lose. You didn’t even know how to play poker. But word around the office was that most of your coworkers wouldn’t play with him since he always won. But you didn’t mind, you mostly just wanted someone to hang out with, and you were overjoyed that person was Spencer. He won, of course. Only gloating a little bit at how badly he beat you, and while you were dealing the second round of cards, you couldn’t help but vocalize what had been in the back of your mind for a few minutes now. 

“Hey Spencer, could I ask you a favor?” He had a mix of worry and willingness to help all over his face. 

“Anything.”

“Could you–not tell anyone in the office? Just. You know how they are, they would make a fuss about the whole hospital thing and it’s just not necessary.” 

“Where do they think you’re going to be for the next day and a half?”

You looked down like a kid who just got caught in a lie. “I kind of told Hotch I had a cold.” Spencer just sighed in response. 

“I really do think you should let them fuss over you. You deserve it, and you know Penelope lives for that sort of thing.” That you couldn’t deny, no matter how much you disagreed with him saying you deserved to be cared for. 

“Please, Spencer?” 

“Alright, but they might walk past your room in the morning. Garcia said she was coming, and you know she’ll drag at least one person along with her.” 

“Noted. I’ll close the door in the morning. Thank you Spencer, seriously, it means a lot.” You put your hand over his and it felt like every thought he’d ever had was gone from his brain at your touch. He couldn’t believe his dumb luck at meeting someone like you. Just to be in your orbit, to see and know you, felt like it could only be accomplished by divine intervention. Selfishly, he wished that you’d be staying a little longer, so that you could both leave together. Even more selfishly, he wished that you would leave with him, and come to his apartment. There he could take care of you, make you feel special until he could finally convince you that you deserved it. Deserved everything. 

You moved your hand to start tapping it on your leg, and while Spencer knew the side effects of respiratory steroids, he couldn’t help the nagging feeling that something was wrong. That maybe he did something wrong. 

“Is there something on your mind?” 

“No, it’s just the jitters. I used to get them so bad when I was a kid, my parents would have to practically hold me down. It’s like I have the energy to run a mile, but I can’t actually do it. I’ll calm down in a bit, but I’m probably going to get really rambly first.” 

“I’d love to listen to you talk, and I love being on the other side of a ramble.” It was just then that a nurse came in to ask if you were feeling better, charting your vials,  reminding you that you need to take your next dose in 4 hours, and telling you that an orderly would be in to set it up then.

Just when she was getting ready to leave she turned her attention to Spencer. “I’m sorry, but I am going to need you to go back to your room Dr. Reid. You both need to get some rest.”

He reluctantly told her that he would and just as soon as he’d come in, he disappeared again. He gave you a wave when he was gathering his crutches, but no real goodbye. You of course waved back, but you couldn’t help but feel disappointed. You really liked him, and you thought maybe he really liked you too. And yet, he only gave you a wave. 

All of the adrenaline moving through you, getting you all worked up finally won out, and stupid as it may sound, tears started to prick the corners of your eyes. Just as you closed the door to your room to get some privacy while you cried, your phone started to ring, and you couldn’t help but think; What now? You answered it without looking, and on the other side of the line was the person you wanted to hear from the most. 

“So what did you want to talk about? I have all the time in the world.”

[kamii-2]

KK FIC WHERE HER SND READER GET A DOG AND THEY GET INTO A PLAYFUL ARGUMENT BC KK WANTED TO NAME THE DOG TRU FU

the dog looks a different color in one of the pics but let’s just act like it’s bc of the lighting (it probably actually is from the lighting 😭) also act like the dog is a boy bc i couldn’t find any pics that looked similar that the dog wasn’t a different gender in each pic. also idk how to do realistic comments so i gave up, i tried it on the app and it looked like booty and on here i dont know how to do it 🥸

warning(s): cussing

genre: fluff

pairing(s): kk arnold x reader

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“kk we should get a dog.” you said randomly as you were on face book looking at pitbull puppies for sale. “oh my gosh, yes we should.” she gasped while looking over at your phone and seeing the adorable little puppies. she grabbed your phone and looked at the facebook post closely, looking at all of the little puppies, “this one is so cute!” she yelled while turning the phone to you, it was a grey boy with white on his chest and he had the cutest little blue eyes, “oh my gosh kk we need that one like now!” you gasped while getting excited. “i’m texting the lady right now and i’ll let you know what she says.” you told kk, she nodded in response.

since it was late at night, you guys went to bed a little bit after and when you woke up you checked your phone and seen that the lady had responded 15 minutes before you woke up. “kk wake up.” you nudged her, “what.” she replied with her face in the pillow, “the lady said we can come get the puppy at 2 and it’s 10:30 so we need to get up and get ready because it’s a 2 hour drive.” kk nodded and turned over on her back, getting up and headed to the bathroom while you went to the your closet to find some clothes to wear after your shower. at 11:50 you both got in the car, you set up the gps and you two were on your way to get your new baby.

-

when you reached the destination, you were in and out, she gave you the dog and you cashapped her the money. kk was so happy and asked you to drive so she could hold the puppy. “what are we gonna name him?” kk asked while hugging him. “i don’t know.” you said while shrugging and pulling into the nearest pet store. you two got out and went inside to get all of the necessary supplies. you bought him a small bed, small kennel you’ll use until he’s trained, puppy pads, toys, puppy food, and whatever else you needed. the ride home was full of kk squealing, the puppy snoring while he sleeps, and both of you laughing.

-

the second you posted your instagram post, kayla texted you asking to come over and see the new puppy, you obviously said yes and somehow you ended up with the entire team at your apartment. the puppy was loving all off attention he was getting, licking people and getting excited when someone pet him.

“so what’s his name?” caroline questioned while petting the small dog, playing with his paws as well. “uh.” you replied while look at kk, she was already looking at you. “tru fru-” “no.” you quickly cut her off. “why.” she whined, dragging the ‘y’ out. “he doesn’t have a name and his name will not be tru fru.” you said while trying to think of other names for him besides the ridiculous one kk chose. “you guys should name lloyd because it means grey in welsh.” morgan suggested, “wait that’s literally perfect because of lloyd the musician too.” you gasped while shaking kk, “who the fuck is lloyd?” she asked, “are you dumb?” your eyes brows furrowed while dropping your hands off her shoulders, “oh wait it’s the guy who made all those freaky songs.” kk said while gasping and suddenly agree to it.

-

after everyone went home you two went to bed and the puppy slept with you, right in the middle. the night was peaceful, sleeping in the bed with the puppy made you two feel complete, like he was your child.

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sorry it’s kinda short but i wanted to get something out. i hope you guys enjoyed it and i hope you have a good day/night, love you 💋💋

[i-cant-sing]

im WRITING NOTES AGAIN!!!

ok so i had to reread the ending of TTAU pt 9 cos i was confused on why y/n was crying! but im refreshed, that’s just so sad to me. it must’ve felt very dehumanizing with how the royals (specifically Miriham ) treats y/n and to have her niqab ripped off of her. and her broach stolen too, but idk if she cares for that. i’m mostly focusing on the niqab being her coverage and her way to feel closer to her religion. idk maybe im reading too into it.

AGH BALDWIN MENTION!! RAHHHH RAHHHH RAHHHHH

Ibrahim PRAYING to have y/n fall in love with him too. I FEEL SO ROMANTICAL!! that’s just too cute , it’s not forcing y/n to be with him but hoping she comes to love him aswell , RAHHH I LOVE IT

also i feel like with him wanting her…idk if he’ll actually help her get Out. maybe get out of the royal area , or something. but idk about…letting her leave him?! it makes me suspicious but then he prayed for her and now idk…his intentions just seem 🫨 to me. it’s shaking me around

mustafa bringing more broaches for y/n to wear, i wonder if he realizes that mihirmah is taking them without asking yet. or if he fr thinks y/n is still giving them away cos she doesn’t care.

im so stupid for not finishing that paragraph before writing something.

“there's no way he doesnt know Mihirmah is the one taking them when she openly flaunts them in his face.” is deadass the next sentence

“Baris asked as he looked through your closet.” i bet, he’s judging so hard. his ass is the type to throw something out cos he thinks it’s ugly.

another baldwin flashback 😭 STAWP , i’m trying to hate him in peace

"Because... I have to look for a present for Mustafa." SHE PLAYING BARIS LIKE MONOPOLY “present for Mustafa ☺️” LIAR !!!

"Have you stolen it?" RAHHHH I FEEL SOMETHING WEIRD IN MY TUMMY! DOES SHE KNOW ? DOES SULTANA KNOW SOMETHKNG SHE SHOULDNT ?

“Have you stolen what you came for? What exactly were you looking for? Mustafa's gold? His jewels?" bruh nvm. i’m stupid for thinking she’s smart.

“Just like Isabella, he will betray you every chance he gets.” that’s gotta be rough. like y/n has no one. literally no one. she’s just by herself until she can get home to her family, to her brother. i mean, y/n is clearly capable of surviving on her own, but it must be incredibly lonely and sad ! RAHHHH Y/N ! GOVE Y/N A BREAK!

“But... where did the portrait go?”

1. one of the boys has it hanging up cos “oh it looks so similar to the loml” 🤮

2. someone took it as black mail and is going to accuse y/n of witchery

3. it’s getting fixed up from where bladwin made out with it and they’ll find out it looks so similar to y/n and think y/n is related to royalty cos “why did a king 400 years ago have this portrait painted IF NOT IT BEING THE LOVE OF HIS CRAZY ASS LIFE ! AND Y/N IS A DESCENDANT AND CLEARLY NEEDS TO MARRY ONE OF THE BOYS THIS INSTANT! “

4. someone burnt it for y/n already

“ "I may not know how to hunt, but you do. So... shall we?" You asked patting the horse. “ y/n just makes herself seem like the weirdest person ever in both time periods cos she just wants to get OUTTA THERE! she does Not care if they think she’s crazy, she’ll say whatever to get where she needs to go.

“You both stared at each other, heaving and trying to catch your breath before breaking out into a laughter.” this horseback riding/chase scene is giving Anthony & Kate love story in Bridgerton. next thing we know Mustafa is gonna be going 🥴😵‍💫🤯 for how y/n smells. (this joke is gonna be lame if u haven’t seen bridgerton, i apologize)

“And somehow, you would soon hit the bullseye in his heart.” this shit corny as hell.

do it again

“…looking off into the distance as you remembered the old couple who helped you.” RAHHH I FORGOT ABOUT THAT! thats so saaaaad,

“‘…Maybe I'll see them there, just from a distance?" Mustafa nodded at your request. How could he say no to such an innocent ask?” *5 Seconds of Summer’s song Wrapped Around Your Finger starts playing *

“Those words, that praise... isnt that what he's yearned for all his life?” oh damn. this dude fell in love with a time traveling scammer. get in liiiine buddy, GET IN LINE!!!

“Doesnt he ever deserve to even delude himself that he has a chance at being the next sultan?” this whole paragraph just opened this character to me in such a naked way, it makes me FEEL REAL EMOTIONS! STOP IT! 🤮😭 also #daddyissues

“ "Wherever it'll be the most prominent." He smiled gently. “ hey, i’m just gonna jump off this cliff rq, ok? but fr tho? THIS IS TOO CUTE!! idk y/n’s plan with this is cos she doesn’t NEED to get him a gift, maybe it’s to get closer with him so he’ll have more leeway with her walking off without him? i’m under the delusion that she might be falling in love tho 🤷🏽‍♀️

“…or the way his heart warmed when your pupils dilated and he was ready to give you the world if you asked for it.” her pupils dilated ? well, she’s definitely attracted to the man 😀 right ? RIGHT?

“ "crochet your anger away, Y/n." “ I LOVE LEARNING ABOUT Y/N’s FAMILY!! THEYRE TOO CUTE !!

“…you finally sighed exaggeratively, as if this wasnt exactly what you wanted.” awe damn, mother fucking bitch. I AM DELULU! I HATE IT! i should’ve known, y/n is a scammer girl 4 lyfe 😣

“ “I do. But unfortunately, I had given it away to a Roman diplomat as goodwill." “ liar. he’s got it. i’m calling it rn. he’s got IT ! HES HIDING IT SOMEWHERE!!!!!! RAHHHH U LIAR!!! I DONT TRUST ANYONE NOW!!!!

“By the time you two left Manisa, Mustafa had decided that he was going to marry you.” damn bruh. u quick asf with that, huh? u love y/n thaaat bad ? OOOOH u wanna kiss y/n soooo baaad! he’s a little simp! simp! simp! simp!

“Mustafa doesnt have Suleiman's respect. “ oh damn that spiral was a little crazy. i like that. that’s my type of spiral.

“…he could only hope you dont mind that he lied to you about the portrait.” …i knew it 😩 I KNEW IT 😣 YOU CANT TRUST BITCHES ANYMORE ! WHAT HAPPENED TO HONEST GODLY MEN WHO DIDNT LIE 👹 AND CHEAT 👹 AND BE MEN 👹 ! RAHHHHH

“For him to stare at, to clear his mind as he peered into those eyes above the paint smudges, that looked eerily similar to yours.” hey now. let’s all chill out and not look into that, ok! let’s just stare at the portrait that was made 400 years ago, and is missing the bottom half of its face cos of no reason what so ever. don’t ever try to make a artist try to replicate it. don’t do anything crazy.

“On returning to Constantinople (present day known as Istanbul),” instantly reminded me of that scene in Umbrella Academy w/ Five fighting all those agents in a doughnut parlor. (i keep referencing things and just hoping you know one of them 😎)

“…your eyes being trained on the sad man who was busy buying vegetables.” RAHHH STOP I FEEL SO SAD ! THESE TWISTS OF EMOTIONS ARE TORTURE (i’m jk, i love being melodramatic)

“…but deep down, he knows he only stepped in to impress you.” HEADASS! this dude a simp.

“Mustafa threw a pouch of gold coins and told him that the debt is paid. Period. “ period 💅🏽

him still thinking of y/n saying she’s proud of him? HES SO INFATUATED WITH HERRRRR RAHHHHHHH

“…not knowing about the shit storm that was about to come.”

1. mihirmah is mad

2. the other lover boy (Mehmed) is mad

3. the sultana (that ISNT mustafa’s mom) is mad cos her kids are mad

“…but it seems like sweet talking didnt make a dent on you” ok? bitch tf? SAVE MY GRANDFATHER FROM GETTING HARASSED AND PAY OFF HIS DEBT! then we can talk, tf? Y/n DOESNT OWE U ANYTHING BITCH

“ "You're clearly accusing me of something, so say it." “ oh man, i just love when a women doesn’t let bitchass men walk over them. PUT HIM IN HIS PLACE GIRL ! YES BITCH!!

“…they still stay here, only leaving when the sultan takes them along." “ you saying only a lady’s baby daddy or real daddy can take them out of the house ? get the FAWK out of my face , THIS DUDE GOT ME MAD!

“Is he- did he just say you tempt men?” barf. this man is the definition of “i trust You, i just don’t trust men around u,” BITCH SHUT UUUUUUUUPPP

“…but the moment these men know that you're a woman, you're meat for them.” this sounds like projection, mother fucker. get into some therapy. BARF

“This veil that you seem so proud of?…” why did this make me feel attacked? this made me even more upset for y/n, cos ??? y/n has every right to be proud of it even if “It only makes men to want to rip it off you more”, that isn’t Why y/n wears her veil. maybe i’m not using the right words or expressing my feelings right but it just made me really mad.

“but you're wrong if you think I'm using my veil, my covered body to invite men to stare at me." “ oh beautiful. she put it into words for me.

"I AM THE NEXT SULTAN! I AM UNDER NO OBLIGATION TO MAKE SENSE TO YOU!" the gasp that i just gusped!! HOW DARE YOU!!

“His hand reached up and grabbed your niqaab, threatening to yank it off you.” i’m feeling VERY VIOLENT THOUGHTS!

“Do you think you can stop me from making your worst nightmares come to life?"” 😮.

“he found it necessary to reprimand you.” 🤢

“He patted your cheek to make you nod, and he finally backed away and left you alone in the hall.” 🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮

“how Mehmed had lifted up your veil and traced your skin.” that was a deadass traumatizing scene between the two and all the palace bitches got from that was “ohhhh they’re in loooooove” SHUT UUUUUUUP

“You want Mustafa to lose- you want Mahidevran to lose!” oh this bitch is crazy. her thots spirals just like her sons, apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

“..it doesnt register at first the hard smack she delivered to your face.” god damn. y/n never catches a break in this awful place. GET HER OUT ! GET HER OUT NOOOOW!!

“Hurrem turned to look at you, grimacing at your bloodied face.” oh god damn. i just hate everyone atp.

“…then that is what I will say- Mehmed did this to me.” y/n is too smart for her own good. FUCK THEM BITCHES UP WITH INTELLIGENCE GIRL!! GET THEM WITH UR UPDATED SCHOOL TEACHINGS!!

“But if you were to help me escape-" “ i hope to god this bitch helps y/n leave PLEASE GOD PLEASE

“Baris walked in with Mustafa, Mehmed and Mihirmah, all looking at the state of your injured face.” oh damn, my girl isn’t wearing her niqab 😩

“…it was Mehmed's eyes that pricked you and you quickly grabbed your veil, tying it around your face to cover it.” he’s cool for that, ig. i still hate him and want him to die and want him to fall on his face and break his nose and i want his dad to stop loving him.

“Suleiman's eyes widened at the state of your face- bruised, bloodied and swollen.” THIS ANGST IS CRAAAAAZY! DUDE ITS CRAAAAAZY !! I GET WHY Y/N WONT SNITCH BUT PLEASE ! PLEASE ! LET SOMEONE BE SMART ENOUGH TO FOGURE IT OUT ON THEIR OWN ! (i’m asking for too much ik) WHERE THEY CAN IGNORE Y/N TRYING TO LIE ABOUT HOW SHE DOESNT KNOW! PLEASE

“No. No, she couldnt have.” YES SHE COULDVE U DUMB BOY! PLEASE ! PLEASE ! JUST FIGURE OUT UR MOM IS A DUMB BITCH ‘ PLEASE

“ Suleiman's sixth sense was keeping him unsettled” NAUR BITCH ! ITS MORE LIKE A 5 1/4th OF A SENSE ! UR SO CLOSE BUT SO FAR ! PLEASE ! SOMEONE PLEASE !

“ Her hands hiding under her sleeves.” OH THANK GOD ITS A FR 6th SENSE ! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!!

“ "It’s okay, sultana. It was an accident." “ i did all this begging and for WHAT? whyyyy y/n ?! whyyyy do you have to care about the timeline and the fact that you’re literally controlling the future with what you doooo! whyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!

“ All this time, I thought she was cheating on you but Hurrem set her and me up. “ so CLOSE! YOURE SO CLOSE! Hurrem’s son is just a fucking crazy misogynistic that deserves the PLAGUE ! idk what plague, of if there is a plague at this time , but i hope he gets something bad!

“He now understands why his mother wanted him to marry you. You- you are the key to having the throne…” i like that he Just now got it! i like to think he truly likes y/n all on his own without the mission of the throne. it definitely helps his feelings, he gets the girl he likes and the throne. but he liked her fr, just for her.

“…had his blood boiling at the sight of your face uncovered as Baris applied healing balms to your wounds.” is this dude ever Not mad ? gtfo

“He corrected you before turning your face to him harshly” i just realized this dude is a real yandere. like an actual yandere. i forgot that this is what it’s all about. i’m all like “hes dehumanizing y/n!” “hes misogynistic !” like bitch look at wtf ur reading. ofc he is. he’s a yANDERE ! i’m sorry, dear author! i forgot where i was for a second!

"If you can do it yourself, then why let Baris do it? Do you enjoy his touch?" i still hate him.

“…because you dont want to stay in a place without the only sane person who had your back.” as far as we know….as far as we know.

“…besides giving him curt replies, which he doesnt notice because his head is so far up his-“ BARF BARF BARF! i hate him

“Mehmed has fucking lost it, and I need to get out of here right now.” PLEASE PLEASE GET OUT AS FAST AS YOU CAN! PLEASEEEE

"I'm saving your ass. Duh." i don’t trust ur Baris. someone def paid him to do it.

"He's having their eyes stitched up for staring at you." oh he’s CRAZY CRAZY! those poor people! y/n is going to feel so guiltyyyyy NAUUUR ! nawt more trauma ! leave my girl aloooooone!

“Keep a low profile and try not to seduce any more unhinged men.” little does Baris know…theyre in a story written by someone who will definitely have that happen :)! i’m sorry y/n ! i’m sorry for what the author with put u thru!!

“He had been paying me since the moment you set foot in the palace to keep you safe.” ibrahim! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU IBRAHIM!!

“So thats what Suleiman wanted to discuss with you.” Y/n ! LOVE IBRAHIM! PLEASE LOVE HIM! (i’m jk, but fr, i’m glad y/n is getting out)

“They're in love with me. And when they heard I was leaving, they decided to come along. “ baris, you devil man. i knew you were good this whole time…

“Maybe you just lucked out-“ i don’t want to scroll down. i don’t WANT TO MNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN! I JUST WANT TO TURN OFF MY PHONE AND DELETE TUMBLR AND LET THAH BE IT!!!

“You were struck by lightening.” god damn. just god damn. just- ohmygod! OHMYGOD! HO ! MA ! GAWD ! CAN SHE HAVE ANYTHING ? CAN SHE JUST GET A BREAK FOR A SECOND?’ CAN SHE JUST FEEL HOPE AND JOY FOR A SECOND?!

“ "I know where she is." He stood up, Mehmed following behind him. “ NAUUUR! THE GRANDPARENTS!! THEYRE GONNA DIIIIIE ! PLEASE NO! PLEASE GAWD NOOOOOOO!!!

“She killed herself the next day. She had jumped off the roof, but she didnt die instantly. She died as Hurrem watched from her balcony, and she refused to alert anyone to help the poor woman.” the old couples daughter, nooooo! just nooooooo! at least they can meet with her when they die,,,hopefully from old age!!

"BY THE ORDER OF SEHZADE MUSTAFA! OPEN THE DOOR!" it’s not gonna be from old age, they are Not dying from old age.

“ "Do it. Save Y/n." He told her, but before anyone could react, Mehmed sliced off the man's head, “ IM ACTUALLY CRYING. LIKE FR ! this isn’t faiiiiir! i mean? i know they were gonna die and i kept joking but IT WAS TO COVER THE PAIN! PLEASE NOOOOOO

“Mehmed kicked her in the back and the old lady fell to the ground. “ she died just like her daughter…kinda ? that’s so sad. i’m so upset!

"Fine." He pulled out his sword. "May the better prince win." god damn. just god damn.

“Mehmed was going to win and she needed to be there to witness it.” she’s as crazy as her damn brother. why tf did i think she was a lesbian and in love with y/n. i should’ve known 😣 i was pushing my gay agenda , the republicans r right 🫨 IM JUST FUCKING AROJND! i’m KIDDING

“ "I am better than you. In every way." Mustafa raised his sword to drop it on Mehmed's neck, just as cruelly he had done to that old woman.” SCREAMING! IM SCREAMING!!

“But that will be for another day-“ nauuur bitch. ur brother is gonna kill you! TURN AROUND BITCH ! TURN AROUND’ RAHHH NOOOO RAHHHHH

“People who more than willingly began microdosing Mehmed with poison.” i didn’t Not expect this. ho em gee

“You slammed your fists as the room began catching on fire.” y/n and fire! god damn. you’d think fire is a yandere for this poor girl. ohmygodddd

“The next moment, Mustafa's head was chopped off.” THE. GASP. I. JUST. GUSPED. NAUUUUUR I LIKED HIM THE MOST! NAUUUUR NAUUUUR NAUUUUUR

“It’s on.” oh mygod. OH MYGDOD

“Whatever time you land in, it'll be better than the one where you almost burn to death. Right?” RIGHT ?! RIGHT?! god PLEASE SOMEONE! GET THAT DAMN SCREEN FIXED ! PLEASE !

i’m feeling so many emotions. everyone died. girl when u said “ no one gets hurt “ or something like that. i was like “oh some ONE will die” bitch i didn’t think EVERYONE! the old couple! mustafa ! fuck head! like god damn bruh. i wonder how badly this will fuck with the timeline in the future.

ibrahim is at war rn and waiting to get home to his soon to be wife! the sultanas have lost both of their eldest sons! hurrem has some leftovers, so i wonder who will be in charge next.

the old couple gets to see their daughter again, and i loved how they loved y/n. i wonder why the old lady was choking y/n tho? was it to kill her so she didn’t have to go with mehmed & mustafa?

mustafa dying really upset me too. he had a genuine connection with y/n i feel like (besides ibrahim ofc) and i really liked him. you fleshed out his character so well that it shocked me when he died! he must’ve been scared, surrounded by people who wanted him dead. his mom far away. the love of his life (y/n) meeting an uncertain fate in that random castle. his brother just dying infront of him. i thot he had his army with him too, so im surprised Mehmed’s men were surrounding him. it’s just sad!

BUT SO GOOD! i’m so excited to see how this goes! how far it goes! i’ve really enjoyed annotating while i read as well, i feel like im more immersed in the story! thank you for chapter 10! it was delicious 😩

11/10 review, amazing, showstopping fabulous <3333

and yes, the old couple was killing y/n to save her from being taken advantage of by the ottomans, as their daughter was. in a way, they had good intentions for y/n.

[thegaangneedstherapy]

Hiya!!!

Do you happen to know this fic?

Ozai kept Zuko imprisoned (I think underground/in a hole?), and eventually Zuko killed him and escaped. He became the Fire Lord, but was obviously not "normal" and everyone was kind of afraid of him. Ambassador Sokka is the one to befriend him and eventually they fall in love.

I cannot for the life of me find it again!

could it be ? Averno series OR Ambassador Sokka and His Very Bad (Turned Very Good) Idea

violence has changed me - Averno series Sokka's heard a lot about Fire Lord Zuko. / Zuko keeps staring at his hands in his lap. After a long time he says, “My cell was under the palace.” “Baby,” Sokka says. “Your cell is the palace.” Zuko leans forward, knees on his thighs, covering his face with his hands. “Yeah,” he says. “I know that.”

Ambassador Sokka and His Very Bad (Turned Very Good) Idea The war is officially over. With Fire Lord Ozai and his daughter dead, Fire Lord Zuko now takes the throne. He takes the throne, and sets to fixing the destruction left over from the war, starting with his own people and ending with everyone else's. That was how Sokka found himself, the next chief of the Southern Water Tribe, negotiating new treaties in the heart of the Fire Nation with the new Fire Lord. Who, if he must say, is really good looking for a guy who spent the last few years in the cells beneath the palace.

if not here is a few other fics with similar plot points.

1. There Is No Fire Lord After committing treason, Zuko spends months in prison, and even after both his father and Azula go missing, the guards can't coax him out of his cell. And then the Avatar shows up. How's the Gaang supposed to talk to a Fire Lord who doesn't even believe he's the Fire Lord? this one looks the second closet to what you described.

2. half in the shadows, half burned in flames “They say you tried to kill the Firelord,” Hakoda says. "Why?" Zuko doesn’t know how to answer. Because I hate him. Because I love him. Because he wants to see the world burn. Because he knotted one hand in my hair and cupped flames against my face with the other. Because my mother is dead. Because my uncle is dead. Instead, he shrugs tiredly and says: “Someone has to.”

3. Of Dead Fire and Dragon Dreams Ozai said he'd killed Iroh. So when he shot lightning at Zuko- the lightning came back. Azula's fire broke when she saw Ozai dead- Zuko promised to fix things. Everyone is confused about where the Fire Nation troopes are going. Zuko is Fire Lord. Everyone is kind of confused about that too.

4. The Spirit Stone Hidden in the deepest darkest corner of the Palace, the imprisoned Prince Zuko serves out his punishment and waits - and waits to be pardoned and released by his father. Not knowing that Fire Lord Ozai has already declared to the world that his son has died. Until a strange group of kids invade the Royal Palace, and accidentally rescue the formerly dead Prince Zuko...

Hopefully I found the one you were looking for! if it's not one of these tell me and I can find a few more. Thank you for using the question box!! I've been waiting for the day someone asks me a question

[kalisseo]

concept art about my favorite shows is always something so interesting to me, and of course clone high is not the exception

fork found in the kitchen, even though topher has barely any concept art posted of course analyzing his is so fun to me, so this post is just gonna be me making commentary on his concept art. maybe I'll make one for the other clones too

first of all I wanna start with the ones that look the most like his final concept

the first one is just alternative colors, I love both darker pants, but the shirts ehh idk, anyway to me those are other clothes that Topher has on his closet

the second picture just makes it more obvious to me that Topher's final design IT IS supposed to resemble young Columbus portrayals or pirate/navigate clothes (which i find kind of ironic, but I like it).2 is just, basic pirate clothes, at least to me, 4 and 5 also give me that. kind of piraty vibe? mainly the sleeves. 3 doesn't really have that vibe at least to me tho.

the third picture is so fascinating to me because idk, it does look similar to his final design but at the same time not??? in a way??? I guess it's just because it completely loses the pirate vibe but it's similar clothes. anyway to me he really conveys the annoying guy vibe, idk how to explain it, but it's the zip on the collar and his stupid pants in the right version, the pose is a heavy influence of course but idk, he's just, HE JUST LOOKS. ANNOYING. which I like because that's kinda his purpose as a character: being annoying

the fourth one also really gives his annoying guy vibe but well that's completely on his pose and expression this time.

he doesn't really make those kind of poses or expressions on s2, so I guess he was gonna have a more s3 personality from the start??? or maybe I'm just looking too much into it

anyway his healthy skin tone is really scary to me

now these designs fascinate me because of how different they are... idk I think he has a completely different vibe here

I guess they wanted to give him a kind of. hippie vibe. idk. saying this because of the colorful tie,

this is so funny because his clothes are kinda what you would expect from a relaxed chill character, I guess, but his expressions look tired and snnoyed

in the design of the middle he gives me this kind of, reserved guy impression, not that final Topher is an extrovert anyway. also his big worried eyes...

also he's supposed to have dreads, so that's kinda why I think they wanted to make him low-key a hippie tbh i don't think final topher would wear those, cultural appropriation yk. He does look like he's trying to distance himself from Columbus tho, i mean once you know who topher is it's more obvious the resemblance, but with these designs not really even knowing who he is.

if he's supposed to still be like #wokeally I can see him being it but in a more genuine way?? or relaxed way????? I don't. really know how to put it into words (and no by more genuine I don't mean that final topher is a fake woke to hide bigotry Sorry that vision of him pisses me off so bad. but I won't get into that rn.)

also to me he looks like a really tired guy, final topher is not the most joyous character but he's flamboyant, even if this design is more colorful he doesn't really give that vibe.

and I would write more about how i imagine his personality would be like,I have some ideas but at the same time I can't really. put my tongue into it so, let's just say I'm extremely intrigued by these versions and continue to the next ones

storyboard Topher, nothing much to say about him.

in the s2e3 storyboards he has a scarf, i love his little scarf idk...it has some charm I guess, tbh if this made it to the final design I don't think Topher would've been able to beat the gay allegations /hj

also I think it's probably his voice, but he also has a slightly different vibe in those storyboards, this might be a me thing tho

in the s2e8 storyboards he seems to have this turtle neck?? tbh i don't know if it's a turtleneck or supposed to be a simplified version of his collar, yk storyboards aren't really supposed to be that detailed i think

also something i noticed is that he has a slightly different shape in some of them?? An example is the third photo, also you can see that face shape in some of the concepts posted by tara billinger

honorable mention

dedicated to the fat Topher concept art that was never posted, id always mourn it, along with the rest of storyboards where he's in, and any concept that hasn't, and probably will never, see the light

but maybe if i wish hard enough there will be a clone high art book, or the artist will decide to post everything

anyway this is. not all . really, but whatever, it's most of it, so that's enough for today

[blacksorrow-untiltheend]

Drops MILGRAM Au

001: Kamishiro Rui (WXS)

002: Momoi Airi (MMJ)

003: Shinonome Akito (VBS)

004: Shinonome Ena (N25)

005: Aoyagi Touya (VBS)

006: Hinomori Shizuku (MMJ)

007: Akiyama Mizuki (N25)

008: Otori Emu (WXS)

009: Tenma Tsukasa (WXS)

010: Hinomori Shiho (L/N)

Warden: Hoshino Ichika (L/N)

Jackalope: Hatsune Miku (VS)

I planned out Tsukasa first, because he’s my favorite…

009: Tenma Tsukasa

Obviously my favorite character is gonna have the most ideas.

there are so many things i could do with his character, like,, i could give him DID like Mikoto, or he could be similar to his character in PJSK

“(cheerful) ..My name is Tenma Tsukasa! (saddened) Formerly, a Future star.. I’m 18, a third year at Kamiyama High School.”

This would be his introduction, or something like that.

He would, like Mikoto, have DID.. and he would, like Mikoto, not quite understand why he was there. He wouldn’t be violent for awhile, and he’d try to be kind. The friendships he’d make would 003, 001, 005, and 008. After trial 2, it depends if he gets guilty or innocent.

Guilty → changes to violent, closeted(?), untalkative. Still talks to 003, 001, 005, and 008, but never to others. Usually, him talking leads to fights.

Innocent → cheerful, happy, talkative, sympathetic. Attempts to befriend those voted guilty, and attempts to comfort them. Gets violent when the attacker of the guilty is near to them.

And then I wrote a script!

action: ichika walks in. clattering of boots, it catches Tsukasa’s attention.]

Ichika: “Prisoner Nine, state your name and age.”

Tsukasa: “Tenma Tsukasa! 18 years old, third year at Kamiyama High School.”

Ichika: “I am prison warden Hoshino Ichika.”

[Action: extend arm, hand out to shake hands.]

[Action: Tsukasa shakes Ichika hand. Energetic, but not too energetic.]

Tsukasa: “Pleasure to meet you, Warden-kun.”

Ichika: “I believe we’ve met before, Tenma-san.”

Tsukasa: “..eh? What do you mean, “we’ve met?””

Ichika: “Don’t you remember Saki-chan’s childhood friends?”

[action: Tsukasa stands there for a second, seemingly thinking.]

[action: Tsukasa has a surprised face.]

Tsukasa: “ahh, Ichika-chan! I’m sorry, I didn’t recognize you. You look different, per say..”

Ichika: “Well, i’m glad you haven’t forgotten me. But don't get formal, Tenma-san.”

Tsukasa: “of course. I’ll stick to Warden-kun, then..”

Ichika: “it doesn’t matter.”

Tsukasa: “okay.. You can call me whatever you’d like.”

Ichika: “of course. Now, we shall began the interrogation. We’ve wasted too much time.”

Tsukasa: “yes, of course.”

Ichika: “silence.”

[action: Tsukasa darts his eyes to the side and nods.]

Ichika: “Sekaigram exists for one purpose; Everyone in here are murderers, and it’s our, Sekaigram’s, duty to come to the judgement if your sin is forgiven.”

Ichika: “Tenma-san, do you remember anything that happened before or during the event of the murder you committed?”

Tsukasa: “..no. This feels like a mistake, i shouldn’t be in prison. You know that, right, Ichika-chan? I haven’t committed any sort of murde—”

Ichika: “Silence! I will not be biased, and you are to call me the Warden. Understood?”

Tsukasa: “yes, ma’am.. “

Ichika: “Tenma-san, what have you been doing as of late? Perhaps, do you have a job? Something you do for fun?”

[action: Tsukasa opens his mouth to speak. He hesitates.]

Tsukasa: “I work at.. Phoenix Wonderland.”

[action: Ichika confused at hesitation.]

Ichika: “do you work with anyone? Perhaps someone I might know?”

Tsukasa: “…Kamishiro-kun and Emu-chan.”

Ichika: “Ehh? Prisoner one and prisoner eight?”

Ichika: “But… did anything ever happen between you guys? It seems like your bonds aren’t very… strong.”

Tsukasa: “Emu-chan was acting weird, and then she got arrested for some reason. I don’t remember why, but she had been a little.. off. As for Kamishiro-kun…”

[action: Tsukasa has a fearful, maybe worried(?) expression.]

Ichika: “Tenma-san? Is something wrong?”

Tsukasa: “....Kamishiro-kun is my best friend. He trusts me. I trust him.”

Ichika: “what are you hiding from me?”

Tsukasa: “Nothing, warden-kun.”

[action: Tsukasa smiles. He is sitting with his hands in his lap.]

[action: ichika seems aggravated, or rather, upset.]

Ichika: “Tenma-san! Speak now! Is Kamishiro-san threatening you?!”

Tsukasa: “ehh? No.. nothing of the sort. Warden-kun, are you okay?”

Ichika: “Shut up! I’m fine, i’m asking you whats wrong! Answer me, Tenma-san! What is it that Kamishiro-kun did?!”

[action: Ichika’s boot clatter on the floor as she walks closer to Tsukasa. Her hands are in fists.]

Tsukasa: “He didn’t do anything. Kamishiro-kun is innocent.”

[action: Ichika looks dumbfounded. She has a blank expression.]

[action: ichika laughs slightly and quietly.]

Ichika: “hhaha… hahahaha… AHAHAHAHA! Tenma-san, do you coin me as a FOOL?!”

[action: ichika kicks down a chair, turning around with her hand in fists.]

Ichika: “I’ll give you one chance. What did Kamishiro-kun do?”

Tsukasa: “...I saw him.”

Ichika: “eh?”

Tsukasa: “I saw him, watched him, commit his murder.”

Ichika: “...!!”

Tsukasa: “It was on accident. He didn’t mean to. It’s not his fault, it’s not.”

Ichika: “..that’s for me to decide!!”

Tsukasa: “I request you give him the verdict of innocent, please.”

Ichika: “ghh.. And what about you?! Do you want a guilty verdict?! You, Tenma-san, are a murderer! As well as Kamishiro-kun, Otori-kun, Hinomori-san, and everyone else!”

Tsukasa: “i’m not a murderer! Warden-kun, i’ve told you so many times!”

Ichika: “ you are a murderer! There is no doubt about it, do you understand?!”

Tsukasa: “no.. no… im not.. I’m not.. I’m not, i’m not, i’m not, i’m not… I’M NOT! I’M NOT A MURDERER! I’M INNOCENT! SHUT UP!”

Ichika: “.....!!!”

Tsukasa: “dang it.. So aggravating… aahaaha.. Stop it… shut up..”

Tsukasa: “you think you’re so great because you’re the prison warden?!”

Tsukasa: “you think you can boss people around!?”

Tsukasa: “hahaha… stupid.. Stupid.. Stupid..”

[action: Tsukasa kicks Ichika, she falls.]

Ichika: “--gah..!!”

Ichika: “..what? But– you– thats.. Impossible..”

Tsukasa: “hahaa.. Impossible, you say? ahahaa… impossible… impossible…”

[action: Tsukasa punches ichika.]

Tsukasa: “You’re sooo high and mighty, you can’t get hurt! Ahahaaahahaa… that’s what you thought, isn’t it?”

[action: Tsukasa punches ichika again, and again, and again. Ichika is wincing in pain, eyes slightly teary.]

[action: Shiho hits Tsukasa in the back of the head after swinging her bat.]

[action: Tsukasa gasps and falls, passing out.]

Ichika: “--!! Ggh..”

Shiho: “..ichika, can you get up?”

[action: Shiho reaches her hand out. Ichika uses it to stand up, using Shiho as support.]

Shiho: “It seems like Tenma-san can loose his temper very easily.”

Shiho: “but it seems like you can too, Ichika.”

[action: Ichika looks to the side and frowns.]

Shiho: “we’ll talk later. For now, get Tsukasa-kun to wake up. I assume he won’t remember anything.”

Ichika: “..mhm.”

[action: Ichika nods. Body language indicates tiredness.]

[antebunny]

So there's a subgenre of fics in the Harry Potter fandom wherein a person conceived while one of their parents is under the influence of a love potion will become aroace at birth. The origin, afaik, are two insidiously awful decisions of JKR combining: 1) she reinvented date rape drugs/roofies aka love potions, without realizing it I guess, and 2) she said that Voldemort was asexual, because she's never seen a marginalized identity she didn't spit on.

Since Merope Gaunt (Voldemort's mother) used a love potion on Tom Riddle Sr. (Voldemort's dad) I guess people got the idea that what if love potions caused asexuality? And asexuality + aromanticism, of course, meant evil. Here's an excerpt from one of those fics in which Bill Weasley explains being aro/ace to Hermione:

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"No. I just dated because that was what you did. I never really felt anything for them. A few kisses, plenty of hand-holding. I made out in a few broom closets, and had one very uncomfortable make-out session up the top of the Astronomy Tower that I eventually ended by pretending I heard Filch coming past on a patrol. I even tried making out with a guy once in case that was it–nothing. I never told mum about that, of course. Good wizards don't shame their families like that."

"There's nothing wrong with being gay, you know."

He shrugged. "It doesn't apply to me anyway. I'm not gay. I wasn't anything, and I was trying to accept that and be content with it. It was good enough. Until I met Fleur." His eyes lit up with joy as he spoke about her.

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"Look, the point is with her allure from being part-Veela, I love her. Like I can never love anyone else. I don't want to lose that. You don't understand what it's like to go through life feeling nothing for anyone else. I've dated people I said I cared for, but I wouldn't have died for them. Well, out of logical choice I might risk my life, but not from love. But I would die for Fleur. Do you understand? She makes me a better person. I would do anything to make her happy. I'm not alone in the world anymore."

She nodded slowly. "I see." It wasn't so much him manipulating Fleur, as him permitting her to manipulate him. Into feeling. "I didn't realise it could be that bad." She still thought he should confess, but it didn't sound like he was hurting Fleur–he really did love her.

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I read this fic years ago, and at the time I genuinely had not thought about my sexuality at all. I would've never called myself aro or ace. Still, reading this felt like being repeatedly punched in the face. I kept on waiting for Hermione to say something similar to what she said after Bill made a homophobic comment. After all, she went out of her way the first time, didn't she. Instead, what I got was essentially:

Bill: I don't usually feel romantic or sexual attraction. So there's something wrong with me.

Hermione: Yeah lmao. But there's nothing wrong with being gay!

I've been (reading) on Ao3 since 2016, and in all that time I've seen plenty of subtle racism, sexism, etc. But I've never seen anything as plainly stated as this. To this day I have yet to hear any aro/ace people describe the experience of being aro/ace in any of the following ways: "How could I forgive myself if we brought a child into the world to suffer the emptiness I lived with my whole existence[?]" /"You should be unable to love." / "You don't understand what it's like to go through life feeling nothing for anyone else."

I could not understand why Bill described it as "emptiness" or "feeling nothing." I still cannot find a single aro/ace person who would describe themselves as empty. The most I have ever heard is: "I wish I was normal" (meaning I wish I fit in, I wish to be accepted by other people). Historically, many aro/ace people married and had kids, conforming to societal norms, and I am sure many believed there was something wrong with them or hoped to grow out of it. I was one of them. On a very personal note, I suspect that my father is too. I am certain that he's never heard the terms asexual or aromantic in his life. But if you think I'll ever discuss his sexuality with him, you're out of your damn mind.

Now, I know it's really easy to find this fic from these quotes. I chose to include them anyways because I think it's important to show how blatant it was. My Tumblr blog isn't exactly a platform, but for the five people reading this: please, please do not go after the author. I truly believe that they had no ill-intent. In the comments of this fic, a few people bring up variations of "it sounds like Bill is just aro/ace" and the author is consistently understanding. Here are some of the author's comment on that fic:

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I very much understand what you're saying. It's a tricky thing for me to address, however. For the core idea I'm playing with is basically the evilness of "love potions". And part of that is exploring JKR's idea that Voldemort, being unable to love due to his mother using a love potion on his father, was a *monster* because of that. Perhaps that doesn't come across very clearly (there's a little bit more of it in the prequel), that it's one of the assumptions I'm trying to undermine. ("Love potions are funny/romantic", "Voldemort is a monster because he could not love", "Harry's power was that he could love - he's not a monster like Voldemort", "There's nothing wrong with selling love potions to teens/adults because it's not 'real' love".)

I feel like I'm already poking at the inherent problem of framing "people who cannot love" as "monsters/psychopaths" by showing Bill and Harry's struggles with self acceptance, and Bill finding a way to love (though do note he'd been making peace with the idea he wasn't attracted to anyone, prior to meeting Fleur). I really don't like the canonical take on love-redeems/love-is-the-best-power/the-loveless-are-monsters, so I'm messing with it a bit. Exploring other people than Voldemort, ones we admire, who are also dealing with being unable to love. Does that make sense? Now, that doesn't mean I'm doing a perfect job at it, but I'm trying my best to explore that theme around the edges of my Dramione story.

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The author's intention was to show how other characters, made aro/ace via love potion like Voldemort, were not evil or sociopaths. I don't know why all the characters were so aro/acephobic, but sometimes fics get away from you and you don't address everything you wanted to. I don't know why the aro/ace characters had so much internalized shame and hatred when the term bachelor has been in use for centuries, but we fanfic authors love writing self-esteem issues and I would be a hypocrite to say otherwise. I don't know why the author never tagged acephobia or internalized acephobia, but no one HAS to tag anything.

I don't know if the author ended up writing that fic where Harry comes to accept his aro/asexuality. It's totally understable if they didn't; I have failed to write many fics that I really did want to write. Sometimes it's just like that. I really, truly believe that the author had the best of intentions and is not aro/acephobic, just severely misled on what that experience is like.

My beef is not with this author. I used their words to highlight a reoccurring and popular sentiment that I hate. My real beef is that this fic is popular. This is an entire subgenre of Harry Potter fics. I actually decided to write this post because some random person on the internet said, a few days ago, something along the lines of: "Remember when JKR invented a date rape drug that turned people into sociopaths? Yeah…" (And also because I was up until 3 am last night writing a dumb trash angst one-shot about it).

I'd wager that the vast, vast majority of people who write or read those fics don't feel the same way. But the condescension is baked into the very premise of that trope. "Oh poor you, it must be so hard, so lonely going through life without ever loving another person. You must feel so empty inside."

It's actually people who say similar things that make me feel isolated. Most of the time I feel free, like I've cracked this secret code, like I'm able to see things clearly that people so hung up over sex and romance can't. Other times I feel so left out I wish I was "normal." Mostly, being aro/ace is lonely, annoying, exhausting, and liberating.

It wasn't until last year that a friend told me that some people actually do have trouble speaking to someone they've never met before, just because they find that someone attractive. I thought that only happened in stories. But I don't want to get nervous meeting new people based on their looks, I don't want to treat people differently based on how much I want to have sex with them. I wish my friends in high school had never pressured me to come out as bisexual. I wish all the other similarly liberal, queer communities I've found since didn't insist on associating sex and dating with emotional comfort. I wish I could magically stop my parents from expecting me to ever get married and have kids.

But I can't.

Anyways, that's it for today. I'm not sure what the point of writing this was. I really don't want anyone to get hurt or attacked because of it. This is not a callout, or a hate brigade, or any sort of call-to-action. I don't want people to get up-in-arms about this. I'm just tired. I suppose I just wanted to put my feelings out there, and well, this is my Tumblr.

[studywgabi]

I'm a Method Cashier!

And this was a role I could really sink my teeth into.

Okay, so, first of all, to work at Store there are 2 online applications, an online training course, 3 questionnaires for your references to fill out, 3 interviews (2 alone and 1 group), a background check, an unpaid 4-hr. orientation, a drug test, a pacer test, a polygraph test administered by an F.B.I. agent (and not like the sexy ones on Criminal Minds), a blood oath, and you have to be able to put on lipstick like Molly Ringwald in The Breakfast Club. Jesus, there are less requirements to be elected president. And a cult wouldn't make you jump through this many hoops to join.

My Marketable Skills: I'm a warm body and I'm not an asshole. I'm not going to say "we should hang out outside of work" to my coworkers or mouth off to the customers. Basically, you should hire me because you could do a whole lot worse.

But I couldn't just say that. I couldn't just be honest. It had to be, with tears glistening in my eyes: "It has been my lifelong dream to be a cashier at Store. Cashiering is my passion. I have 3 Ph.D.s in Applied Cashiering, Cashiering Theory, and Experimental Cashiering from Harvard University's School of Cashiering, and I completed a postdoctoral fellowship at Oxford University's St. Cashier Cashiering College. I have 97 years of experience in the field."

So, I get there, for the first interview, in my silly little outfit, mostly stolen from my mom's closet. I walk in and say excuse me to the first employee I see. She clutches her chest, looks bewildered, and says "excuse me" back.

Gabi, apprehensively: "Hi, I'm here for an interview, could I speak to a manager please?"

Employee #1, startled: "Yeah." She walks off and I assume I'm meant to follow her.

My dead name sounds vaguely similar to the name of a character from a classic poem you read the Wikipedia summary of in ninth grade English class. The first five letters are the same, but the character's name ends with an a, and mine with an e. Anyway, while we were walking, we introduced ourselves and she said, and I've never have cause to use the word "chortling" before, but if there was ever a time, it was then, "Well, your mother must have been a big The Poet fan, huh?" (as if I've never heard that one before). I mustered a polite chuckle and said nothing.

Employee #1, sneering: "You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?"

Gabi, wishing for death: "No, I know the poem."

Employee #1, under her breath: "Big deal."

The rest of the walk is silent. We turn a corner and see a boy about my age. She starts calling his name, he fully makes eye contact with her, and then turns and speedwalks away. She keeps calling after him and picks up the pace to reach him, but he outruns her. No need to watch the documentary through your fingers, the antelope is safe this time. It turns out he wasn't even the manager, because I meet her next. The interview goes okay and I get the second one. I ask a different employee this time. She says into her walkie-talkie, "Anthony, Gabriella is here for an interview, do you want to deal with that?"

Anthony comes be-bopping up to me at 1,000 mph. When he's still several aisles away, he calls out "Hi, Friend!!" in an acoustic guitar-playing, jeans-wearing youth pastor voice. He leads me to the office, racing down the aisles like there's an serial killer revving a chainsaw behind him, and by the time I catch up in my pencil skirt and heels, I'm panting and sweating. Maybe this is part of the interview: seeing if you can keep up metaphorically and literally. The weakest shall be sacrificed.

Tony asks me, not why I want to work at Store, but why I want to work in general, as if earning money to eat is a casual hobby, like knitting. He asks me if I've applied anywhere else, like Store is a jealous girlfriend. Then he asks me if I have any questions, and I know you're supposed to have something, so I pull a couple out my ass. After he answers them, he asks if I have any more, and, thinking I'm out of the woods, I say not for now.

Anthony, ominously: "You sure?" Slowly pan back to Gabi.

Gabi, brightly: "I'm sure I'll have more during orientation if I'm hired, but I think I'm covered for now. Thank you!"

(Beat.) Anthony: "Well, you know, I'm just gonna give you some advice: you really should have more questions. But don't worry, I'm gonna go ahead and tell you a little bit more about how the Store family does things."

45 minutes later, he asks for a third set of questions, and then, believe or not, a fourth. Sir, this is my interview. You're not a celebrity guest on The Fucking Tonight Show. If you're so desperate for me to ask you questions, why don't you apply to this job? Or do like the rest of us and pretend you're on Ricki Lake talking about how brave you are to share the story of your divorce from Tim McGraw and how it inspired your new album, "Warm Regards, Gabi," currently topping the country charts while you shampoo your hair.

Three business days later, my email: "Congratulations! You have been selected to join the Store Family! Please report for orientation next Wednesday at noon."

Another day, another dollar.

[ilovespec]

Dangerous obsession ~

| Yandere FEM ! Dangerous gangster × FEM ! civilian reader | part 2

WARNINGS !!! : breaking and entering, arrest, your boyfriend in this story is a freaking freak, yandere is a woman АААААААА ЖЕНЩИНА ?!??!?!???!!!?? АААААААААААААА ЖЕНЩИНА !!!!!!!!!!!!! yandere and y/n are female here, their pronouns are she/her, all the characters my similarities with real people are random.

Part 1

Character description

After you told your boyfriend what happened... He just ignored you.

" (your name), just ignore it. And be grateful that people are paying attention to you ."

That's right... Not his style. He used to be more caring and kind... He resents you for being noticed by his boss...? Maybe. You were sitting on the couch and thinking about what to do... But, you gathered your thoughts and wrote to your boyfriend.

"I'm sorry, but when you say that... I'm going to have to leave you... Don't come to my house anymore. "

After you wrote that, you immediately added him to the blacklist and put the phone on silent mode. Just in case.

At night, when you were already asleep, you heard people simply shooting at your door and through the shots you heard the angry screams of your already ex-boyfriend ...!!! You immediately grabbed the phone and dialed 112 (112 is the police number. It's like 911 in America and 112 in Russia)

- Telephone operator : What are you calling about?

- You: MY EX IS SHOOTING AT MY DAMN DOOR!!!

- Telephone operator: dear , stay calm and hide. What is your address?

In a panic, you give your address and name and hide in the closet, among mountains of clothes and other junk. Hoping that this psycho won't find you... After a couple of seconds, you heard sounds like something fell on the floor and footsteps. And then the voice of your ex-boyfriend.

- Just a crazy ex : (your name) ~... I know you're here somewhere~

And as soon as you heard the sound of footsteps in your room, and saw that the closet door began to slowly open, the police broke into your apartment and chased after your ex. And he immediately jumped out the window, but judging by the sounds, someone began to actively restrain him...

As soon as you were called by name, you immediately got out of the closet. And a young policewoman came up to you. She has red hair, tanned skin and blue eyes.

- Policewoman - Dear , are you all right ? Have you been injured?

You shook your head, shaking violently. And she gently smiling, she patted you on the back..

- Policewoman: do you have a place to spend the night? I doubt it's safe to sleep without a door...

as soon as you wanted to say something, you heard a very familiar, hoarse voice...With a German accent.

- ??? : Yes. She has a place to spend the night. She's staying with me for now, it's not safe here.

You looked at the owner of that voice... It was Belinda!! After the stress and the incident, you just walked up to her regardless of her status and hugged her. And without wasting a second, she took off her coat and threw it over you. Trying to make you as comfortable as possible. Today she is wearing her usual black turtleneck, black wide-leg trousers, a leather belt, ordinary sneakers and a black coat, which is thrown over you right now. Then Belinda looks at the policewoman with a strained smile, and takes you in her arms and leaves. And you , surrounded by warmth , unconsciously pass out burying yourself in her shoulder , and inhaling her scent : a mixture of cigarettes and citrus fruits.

The next morning you wake up in a place you don't know... This is a room decorated in Gothic style. You sit up in bed, looking around the room, and are startled by the voice behind you. It was Belinda.

- Belinda: Good morning to you. And yes, don't worry, stay with me for a couple of days. It's not very safe for you to walk our streets right now. What if your ex-boyfriend's friends try to find you?

Stop.. How does she know that you broke up?? And she noticed your look... She pulls you to her and hugs you. Yes. You are being hugged by the most dangerous dangerous gangster in your area.. Maybe even countries. And you, afraid of what will happen to you without a response, hesitantly hug her back. Than you deserve... A kiss on the top of the head...???? You immediately blush, and she just smiles softly and pats your head.

- Belinda: Let's sit like this... A little more..

You don't answer, but just quietly close your eyes... She smells like that .. It's kind of sleep-inducing... And when you open your eyes, you try discreetly examine Belinda up close. She has a thin face, her only dark turquoise eye is half closed, her short blonde hair looks soft up close... You asked quietly.

- You: Uh... Miss Belinda.. And why are you wearing this black patch on your right eye..?

- Belinda: First of all, mein schatz, not "Miss Belinda" but just Belinda. Or Bel. Call me whatever you want... And about the bandage.

With her free hand, she lifts her black headband to show...EMPTY FUCK EYE SOCKET

- Belinda : When I was just at the beginning of my gangster career, they just stuck a knife in my eye, lol.

Then, laughing softly , she lowers her blindfold , and ... She took you by the face with amazing care.

- Belinda: I'm shocked to be honest... You're so young.. And now you're sitting here with me. And I'm 40 years old, hehe..

Belinda smiles calmly, and completely wrapping both arms around you, puts you on your back, thereby forcing you to lie down. And then... She hugs you like a koala hugs a tree branch, and puts her head right over your heart.

Belinda : Kätzchen ...Can we go on a date later? Now, go get some sleep.

WHY IS IT SO STRAIGHTFORWARD?!??!!!

+ BONUS !!

A lil art of these kind policewoman <3

[chronicbeans]

hihi !! i loved ur wally x reader of the maladaptive daydreaming and autism! :p

i don’t know if you have requests on, i did check your bio and also pinned post but anyway! if you aren’t doing requests you can just ignore this :D

human!wally x human!reader who HAS to sleep with a plushie/teddy else they’d have nightmares/sleep paralysis? sorry if it’s too much to ask or i haven’t put enough detail !! <33

Oh no I am still taking requests! They are just coming out very, veeerrrryyy slowly. Lol my brain is becoming a mixture of like... 2-3 fandoms, so everything is slower. Sorry!

Human Wally and a Human Reader who needs Plushies to Sleep:

TW: Insomnia, Sleep Paralysis

🧸 You were embarrassed to say that you need a plush or teddy to sleep. He will grow silent for a moment, causing you to grow even more embarrassed. Then, he will raise a finger to tell you to stay still, before turning around and opening up his closet. Next thing you know, you are buried in apple plushies as the tumble out of his closet.

🧸 Turns out, he is in a similar situation! He just can't fall asleep in general. Stupid insomnia. So, he has a bunch of apple plushies he hoards onto his bed, which is a part of why he keeps his bed in the corner, against a wall. He crowds them in a corner against a wall, making sure they won't fly off if he moves in his sleep, then falls asleep.

🧸 So... You can borrow some! He has like, what? Thirty plushies? Fourth? He lost count after the fiftieth plush apple.

🧸 He hasn't experiences sleep paralysis, but... from the one time he has seen you during it, it didn't look too nice. Then, when you talked to him about it afterward, he was horrified by it! It sounds like torture! Now he REALLY knows you need his apples!

🧸 Are you having a sleepover? Did you move in? It doesn't matter the situation, but if you ever have to sleep in the same bed as Wally, there WILL be a system to make sure you both get equal plushie distribution. He has three plans:

🧸 1: Wall. Just a wall of plush apples between you two. This is not the best option, because whoever is against the wall will probably be sore from being pressed against it.

🧸 2: Shell. Two equal rows of plushies along the outside of the bed, with you and Wally smooshed in the middle. Wally likes this option the best, because he likes human contact just as much as his plush apples. However, during late spring or summer, it might get a bit hot from body heat. There is also the fact that you might be uncomfortable being pressed against him. Everyone has their own idea of personal space, after all!

🧸 3: Stripes. Two rows on the outside, with one row in the middle. This is the second best option, in Wally's opinion. Protection from the wall the bed is against, with a protective wall between you and Wally, in case human contact isn't your thing while trying to sleep. It kinda looks like stripes along his bed, hence the name!

🧸 So, which option is the best? Do you need him to demonstrate each option? Maybe alternate between them, depending on the season? Just let him know!

[radioactive-dazey]

My orange side dreams (I've had 4)

A description of my multiple orange side dreams and some of my commentary on them.

The first one

I had this dream back in 2022. Logan was sitting in a closet looking into a mirror. But his reflection wasnt himself, it was Thomas with a scraggly beard, dirty grey hoodie, messy hair, etc. Logan was talking to him about backing off, the reflection was mocking him, and all of a sudden the reflection reaches out and pulls Logan into the mirror. He starts laughing evilly and takes on Logan's appearance, walking out of the mirror and out of the closet. The dream changes to me scrolling through the comment sections of youtube trying to look for theories about this video, when i find in the description for the video theres a single name: Julius.

What I find super funny about this dream was that, the original appearance is super similar to an old dark side OC I had before Remus was introduced. He represented procrastination.

The name Julius is also funny because I'm fairly certain my subconscious took it from the drink "orange Julius"

Also lmao me predicting Thomas having facial hair is wild, God damn 2022 Dazey.

The second one

Previously posted elsewhere on my tumblr, I'm basically copying and pasting the post here.

I had a dream that Thomas posted a sander sides video featuring Janus, Remus, and the orange side. The orange side had no defined appearance, he was constantly switching between looking like Patton, Virgil, and Logan.

Janus and Remus didn't like him. The orange side did things in the video that actually made REMUS feel disgusted. I wont describe how (info in the replies of the original post), but he was able to completely shut down other sides. He picked them off one by one and made them faint, disappear, etc...

You could tell by the end of the episode Janus was majorly unhappy but before he could do anything, the orange side rendered him unconscious and Thomas was left alone with him. The episode ended with the orange side laughing as the screen faded to black. The endcard featured Thomas announcing the next episode would come out in 2 years :) (ouch, the accuracy still hurts a bit)

The third one (short and sweet)

Orange side had this ability to influence other sides, like a temporary possession. He wore glasses, which let me tell you, I don't see many orange sides interpretations with glasses so this was just wild.

Despite the fact I know he wore glasses, he also didn't have a set appearance, like he was invisible. Similar to dream 2, he was constantly changing how he looked through this possession concept I brought up.

He was influencing Logan to lash out a lot. Weird huh *gestures vaguely to my complicated feelings to the wrath theory*

Different dream again, the final one

The orange side adopted the appearance and actions of my personal theory for what the orange side should be. Those who have read my orange side theories will already know what im about to say: He represented ignorance, his dark side animal was a bird (some sort of falcon or hawk), his name was Icarus. The entire dream (read: episode) was more or less about how the others fucking suck when it comes to addressing their issues. It felt like they were going in circles. Why did they have to constantly fight?

I've seen the arguments against my particular ignorance theory, saying it's basically just lying to yourself and we can't have two Deceits. But ignorance is more than just 'turning a blind eye.' It's purposefully ignoring new nformation to stay in a comfortable and familiar idea space. Most of the dream works from the angle of Logan not being listened to. The other sides ignorance is what makes Logan angry.

This means nothing but I feel like sharing. In this dream I got to meet Thomas and I asked him "so, Is the orange sides name icarus?" And he looked personally so offended that I guessed it.

[autistic-trannie]

Never Knowing Lynch and my Discovery Inside Who's Lila part 2(Heavy Spoilers)

Heavy spoilers incoming as already stated for Here's Lila

If the prior warning did nothing to taper you off what I'm going to describe is possibly the best moment in the game and for me, my words will certainly butcher the beauty and tragedy I am going to type down. I went up to the roof where I had a talk with Martha, one of Tanya's friends and the one who saw us together last. I found her and talked to her, now in a more menacing tone, I knew what William was, or what was William and I knew what it could do, from what I gathered Lila was either a similar Daemon to the one haunting my computer, or it was an alternate personality that could take over. I talked to Martha and thought I was going to throw her over the top before the aforementioned Michael showed up, Michael started to throw around some big accusations. I tried my best to talk him down, I tried to worm my way out of him kicking my ass but he asked so many questions I changed my faces, no longer scared or surprised, I became angry, happy in spite of him. He beat me, I woke up alone, still school hours but still on the roof I ran off and ran past it all to get to Martha's apartment complex, I snuck in, intimidated an old man, and then I killed her, I hid in her closet after stealing her key and her address from school. When I got inside after talking to the old man my vision went red, I just waited in her closet and then it happened. I left and went home where police officers accompanied me to an interrogation room. I thought I had the first officer fooled only to be met with terror at my second interrogator, like William I had gotten smug and thought I made it out easily. He tells me "we found her torso in your trash". William's face automatically twists into a frightened face all at once, and you realize, each and every day before this, you've had her torso on your kitchen counter. A dirty black trash bag sitting next to a hacksaw, a cup presumably filled with beer beforehand that had spilled all over the newspaper. Every day you're forced to take her remains and dump them out into your trash, sometimes even saying hi to a woman on your way out who asks what you're doing, and you can smile and respond "Just throwing out the trash, Ms. Hutchins". You deny it, you're mortified because they found out your secret, you're mortified because this reveal is so well done, the monotony of an everyday act now given context as to why you can't skip it, you can skip the bathroom segment, the phone calls the locker key everything, but you can't skip taking out Tanya's torso. At the very end another detective appears, one that Martha mentioned having an "Asian name" Detective Yu appears and is able to do something that you can do too, he saves the game. Detective Yu has no interest in talking in the same interrogation room as William who he now reveals to be Lila, it's no longer Who's Lila, rather You're Lila, and you get to have some alone time with Yu. Yu knows Lila and knows more than we do, when talking to Lila he feels almost omnipotent, when you talk to Yu you do so via the tarot cards you find by getting the game's various endings. Yu tells you a lot of vague things that only open up a lot more questions that will in time be answered by acquiring more cards and seeing more of the world.

After this ending I go back to the bus, looking around I see an address I got during a conversation. A party, except I don't just go to the party, I go back to when I went to the party, when William went and first met Tanya. William walks around, he talks to some people, some are put off by him, as we've seen Will has a hard time making friends and getting to know people. He meets Martha inebriated on the bed and in a stupor, Will helps her over to the bathroom as she pukes and Will reports this to the head of the party. On his way back he encounters her, Tanya, the second time seeing her, my first being seeing her in bed with William before seeing Will walk in and the Will in the bed becoming more cold, his face like a mask, and Tanya becoming more scared. This time Tanya was warmer, talking to Will I try to smile before making a fool of myself I direct her to Martha upstairs who happens to be her friend, she checks in on him as I stand by. Will meets Michael, Tanya's boyfriend who tries keeping Tanya in the room when she tries to leave which upsets her even further. Going with Tanya I take a walk with her, will talks to her, he hints at the relationship troubles with Michael before Tanya bites back. Immediately apologizing she turns away and Will follows they talk some more, about their upbringing, Will mentions his familial issues and Tanya laments about the struggles of being held up on a pedestal, afraid of failure. They return to the party while talking to one another and when Tanya sits she asks William to dance, the following scene was as gut-wrenching as it was beautiful. With everything I knew now, it all clicked, like a light switch, William's relationship now made clear, and Lila's sins all the more wicked. The moment connected with me personally, the dialogue and feelings William has at the party feel ripped from my own experience, the feeling of not belonging, wanting to fit in, that of an outsider so alien you end up upsetting people by just being there. But then the social high of the tiny amounts of interacting, feeling good when someone makes small talk your way in the most minor of ways.

This part for me was painfully human as for me I felt like William was on full display here, sure maybe Lila had been the one in charge during a majority of my playtime, but William had been slowly revealing himself until now I had made my way to fully understanding him. I didn't understand what happened entirely and many things are still a mystery to me, but I now know about William, and I now know his life, his pain, his struggle, and in what was probably the last happy moment of his life, his joy. The reason I said HEAVY SPOILERS was because I could never fully explain what happens, I tried incase someone read through until this point, but the reveal here can only make sense to someone who played the game. This moment was perfectly crafted that the point I played it I had to sit down and stop for a little bit to start writing my thoughts and feelings, before I ended up writing paragraphs upon paragraphs on how I felt because of a simple dance?

The lies of Lila became far more deceitful, I thought Lila was merely a spirit I knew of, something that channeled through me, possibly something that I could channel or at the very least see. But now I realized that even I was being played by Lila, I did not know the full extent of Lila nor did I know the fate of William and the reveal was brilliant, the mystery, the emotion, it was all wrapped up together so nicely and after putting the game down I thought.

"I need more."

Not just more Lila, more, and then I found myself consumed by episode one of Twin Peaks, and I felt a familiar feeling, and I realized.

"This is Lynchian, I am feeling Lynchian."

As I said in my first post I had an interesting relationship with Lynch, I had been influenced by many things he himself influenced but never directly interacted with most of his works. Lynchian was a word I always heard but would couple with "surreal" or offputting in a way, but it's more than that. I don't know all now to perfectly describe it, but it's dreamlike, it has a darkness to it, it also has heart. I think Laura Palmer's Theme especially stuck out to me, it reminded me of William's dance not just the song that played but that moment in particular it felt so strong and melancholic and it hurt in such a way that it makes your heart hurt. And then the shift that happens, in the dance everything becomes more grainy, more jumbled before William meets a Stranger who we've seen many times before, and in Laura's Theme it takes on a less melancholic more intriguing tone with it's low synth notes that play out the song. I don't really know how to end this other than to say Who's Lila is a beautiful game and Twin Peaks is something I'm going to finish because both have reached me in such a unique way that many other things have failed to do.

[s0methingmoonlit]

So what if O!Sky was soft?

Ah, the brainrot just won’t go away. I think FNF Soft is wonderful! Mostly because the concept and aesthetic, and Grace! She’s my favorite of the bunch. Oh, I could ramble on and on about her, but we’re focusing on the Skyverse, especially O!Sky! This is my design for her! I tried my best to imitate Alex’s style, I think it’s pretty good. A little wonky on the limbs though.

Madison has a unique sense of fashion, I mean she wants to look stylish so makes sense. She’s a part time hair stylist, but dreams of becoming a fashion designer. She dyed parts of her hair blue because that was her second favorite color. She loves purple the most, and it’s pretty much 99% of her closet. Madison is not too short, only 5”2. But there are many more people taller than her, which is why she wears platform shoes. I was originally going to make her similar to her sister, but I think it’s better not to do that since that wouldn’t make much sense, mostly because of her backstory. If you wanna read it, just click or tap the magic button (aka keep reading LOL)

The two photos above are two other outfits. Madison’s outfit on her reference sheet is very similar to the second image, only that in the traditional drawing, the skirt is flowing, while in the one above, is a tight skirt, like the one in the third image.

Now let’s get into the backstory…

Madison wasn’t abused in her past like Benjamin was, but instead she heavily bullied someone. Specifically her younger sister. Yes, I do mean the Soft Sky we all know and love.

The Sky Siblings used to live in “The city of Stars” together with their parents. The father worked very busy as a Tailor, so they didn’t suffer too much financially. When they were young, Madison was always the one doing better at… pretty much anything. Sports, art, singing…whatever you name. At least their mom’s eyes. Mom would always give her older daughter attention and neglects her younger daughter. Because of that, Madison liked to treat her sister like crap, always bragging about herself and how she was better while Sky couldn’t “do anything” or was just “stupid and talentless.” She said lots mean things every single time she had a chance to. Their mother always just brushed it off as playful teasing because they were just kids! Kids don’t know morals. Same thing happened with the dad, but unlike mom, he actually started to slowly catch on to Madison’s hateful behavior. He then constantly reminds her to be more nicer to her younger sister, but that didn’t seem to work. He also began noticing that his wife was actually neglecting Sky. Before the siblings started middle school, the parents had a discussion with each other, which then turned into an argument, which lead to them getting a divorce. Sky and their father stayed at home, while Madison and their mother moved to another city. And that’s when Madison slowly starts to realize her behavior that past years. The less she was with her sister, the more days that went on, the more she felt guilty for her past actions. Her superiority complex slowly turned into an inferiority complex.

Nowadays, she’s much more mature, but isn’t very open to others. In other words, she’s very mysterious. She has a nice facade in order to please customers at her job, but in college she’s very avoidant of others. Like I said before, she strives to become a fashion designer, but also mustn’t reveal too much of herself. So yeah the reason Mother Mairest reminds Madison so much of herself is because she acted too much like her younger self. Also she only sees herself in Marilyn and not Frank is because 1) He’s ugly (at least Marilyn has a decent fashion sense) and 2) Madison never physically hurt Sky, at all. Even as a child she would never go far to physical harm. So no, Madison couldnt have caused that to Sky’s left eye.

Unfortunately, Mama Sky is a not a good mom in this AU. Actually, we know absolutely nothing about O!Sky’s mom OG universe, but I’ve always assumed she’s a good mother! But despite this, Madison still maintains a good relationship with mom. I mean, Mama Sky isn’t manipulative or abusive towards her, just was playing the favorite game in the worst way possible. I know many parents play favorites but this mother just takes it too far

“Ok, but what about Benjamin Fairest? What does Madison think of him?” Good question! You see… I actually didn’t think that far. Well, this is literally called the soft AU so the characters should seem less rambunctious and more calm. I guess Madison would just be neutral towards him. Like she wouldn’t care about his existence, she only wants his parents to get a good well deserved punishment. So yeah, he’s just okay in her eyes.

“What about Grace/Pico?” She has no idea who either of them are. Actually she knows the latter, but that’s only because a bunch of people made jokes about him in her high school.

“Wait, Sky Sky Curls?” I headcanon Soft Sky’s real name would be “Libby” but again, it’s only canon in my head, so I tend to stay away from using that.

I went on several different baby name websites for names that meant “heart.” Yes that is a reference to Old O!Sky’s sister being named Hearts. I kinda sorta gave up because I was doing this late at night. I chose Libby, or Libi, because it meant “my heart” or “girl” which isn’t exactly what I wanted, but I guess it was good enough.

Basically Libby was what I personally thought was most fitting for Soft Sky. If you read the small crossed out text, ok then.

Hmm… I guess that’s about all I could say! If you have any more questions, then the ask box is open! I think even people who don’t have a Tumblr and only came from my insta can use the ask box. You can ask anonymously or not.

[mrskenpachizaraki]

The Warriors Princess Part 2

Tsuji & Shibaman x Ice’s younger sister x Platonic Ice

Tsuji and Shibaman just reached the front of the Funk Jungle, the lights were still able to be seen despite it still being light out. The nerves the two were feeling only increased especially after the talk with the other students.

They looked toward the corner of the lot where the others were currently hiding …. hiding badly. (The smart ones were actually better at hiding though)

~flashback ~

“So, you mean to tell me that you two are dating the younger sister to one of the members of the Mighty Warriors? The same Mighty Warriors that helped almost killed one of the leaders of Sword and almost took Oya High School down in one day?” Tsuaksa questioned from his position on the couch. He couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him. “I thought Fujio found trouble easy.”

“Hey!”

Shibaman and Tsuji were pacing now. They remember the Mighty Warriors. Everyone does. They took down the full timers (This included themselves and Todoroki) and the Part timers with out even breaking a sweat that day. They put many of their own into the hospital while it took others many tries to get even close.

“Who are the Mighty Warriors? I don’t remember them?” ~Fujio

“That’s cause the incident with them came after you left, but before the split of the full and part timers. They are the ones that pushed Murayama to do that.” ~ Tsuaksa

The other looked at Tsuaksa in surprise. Not because of his words, but because of his reaction. It wasn’t his normal bored reaction, but he looked worried. They all had just been transferred right after or during the spilt of the students. Though no ever really told them why there was a spilt.

“She is not them though.” Finally Todoroki said as he walked towards his closet friends to stop them from pacing “Plus we don’t even know if she is actually related to them. We know that they are apart of a music group and own a club. As far as we know they could be renting it out to her brothers.” He placed his hands on each of their shoulders “You two will be fine. We will be there if something goes wrong.”

~End of Flashback ~

“Shibaman-kun!!! Tsuji-kun!!!!” The two heard before they also heard running towards them causing them to look. They could see their girlfriend running towards them. She was wearing the dress that they had saved up to get her. She looked so beautiful and happy that suddenly their nervousness disappeared.

Once (Y/N) reached them she wrapped her arms around them both, (barely reaching their arms around both of them) and pulled them in, hugging them. They wrapped their arms around their waist and pulled her into the hug. After a few minutes (Y/N) pulled away and smiled at the two.

“So, where are the others?” (Y/N) asked as she looked, giggling as she spots them in their hiding spots

“So, you know they came with us?” Shibaman asked as the two rubbed the back of their necks nervously.

(Y/N) turned their attention back to their boyfriends “Well, Todoroki gave me a heads up. I told my brothers and even though they weren’t happy about it , but I convinced to let them come in since their friends are going to be there too.” She held Tsuji hand in one hand and Shibaman in the other “Plus I want my school family to meet my home family anyways.” The two smiled down at their girlfriend before bending down and each gave her a kiss on each cheek.

Suddenly, they heard a cough causing the three to turn their attention from each other to the source. Instantly the two recognized one of the two standing behind them. His hair was now cut short and fully dyed platinum blonde and only wore a white jacket with a white tank top with jeans. They could never forget their eyes. The eyes of someone who was calculating and had no fear. The second male they didn’t recognize but he wore a jean jacket with a black shirt that had a simple design and jeans. His eyes were very similar to the other.

(Y/N) only smiled at the two new comers as she pulled away from her boyfriend’s arms. She waited until the two males got closer before saying “Tsuji-kun, Shibaman-kun I want you two to meet my brothers.” She points at the first male “Ice” she points to the second “Diddy.”

The two older males only looked at the two, not saying anything before they turned and started walking back to the Funk Jungle. “Hurry and get your friends. I don’t like waiting.” Ice called before pausing at the entrance “I’ll see what you two are really about as we eat.” He added before he disappeared into the building, Diddy gave them a smirk before he disappeared as well.

(Y/N) couldn’t help, but shake her head. “Don’t worry. Everything will be okay. My brothers just likes to make a statement sometimes.” She said as she waved towards where she knew Todoroki was hiding.

It didn’t take long for the others to come out “So, I’m guessing your brothers are not happy.” Todoroki said as he looked back at the entrance. She shook her head “Like I said before. Not really, but they will be fine. Though there will probably be more people.”

She smiles at everyone, hoping everyone will just calm down. “Trust me my brothers and his friends may seem intense at first they are amazing. Just follow me please.” She gently grab Tsuji and Shibaman hands, giving them the chance to pull away and run. They don’t don’t….

She leads them inside to either their future together or their destruction of their relationship.

~Inside~

“(Y/N)!! This place is huge! “ Fujio shouted as he and the others ran while Tsuji, Shibaman, Todoroki and (Y/N) continued to walk towards the middle of the club. They couldn’t believe the lights and the design of the stage and how everything looked. It was something they couldn’t believe. The other three couldn’t believe how it looked on the inside. They remember the outside from the container fight, but none of them made it inside.

“My brother Ice and his friends created the Funk Jungle.” (Y/N) tells them with a smile “They worked very hard to create this place so we can have a fun. It was my brothers dream to have a type of utopia for us.”

“Telling your little friends some history little one?”

They heard a voice ask from on the stage causing everyone to look up. There was a male on stage with a bright red jacket with some designs the couldn’t really make out. His hair looked weird to everyone. He jump down from the stage with ease and made his way to the small group. Even though he walked towards them with ease he gave off a feeling none of the kids could explain only that they only felt this way while fighting.

(Y/N) only smiled as the male made his way towards them before he stopped in front of them. “Yes, I was. You know how much I love showing what my brother has done.” She laughs “Everything, I would like you to meet one of my brothers oldest friends 9.”

The now named now 9 nod at everyone while they continued to stare at him tense causing him to chuckle. Finally his eyes lands on the the two holding (Y/N) hands causing him to stare at the two. The stare made the two males uncomfortable for some reason, but they refuse to release their girlfriends hands.

Sooner enough 9 started laughing before he smirks at the two than everyone else, his stare more cocky and as if he pity them all. “Don’t take too long (Y/N) with the history lessons and showing off.” He laughs again “Ice and Diddy want to formal meet your boyfriends and their friends before anything pops off.” His smile is more gentle now “You know how Bernie and Pearl are when they meet people.”

“What do you mean pop off?” - Fujio asked from the sidelines causing 9 laugh, but (Y/N) to only role her eyes.

“Tell my brothers we’re heading up now. I don’t want them to get lost or go into a room that they’re not suppose to. Remember when Brown bought over the girl and they walked into Sarah’s playroom.”

This cause 9 to laugh even louder than he did before he nods “I’ll head up first and tell him. I don’t even think Jesse is here yet cause I heard Pho yelling at him to get the right sweet or some shit like that. So, I think you’ll be fine little one.” He says before he walks away and disappears behind stage.

Everyone watched him until he was out of site before turning their attention to (Y/N) who only smiled at them. “Trust me guys. Everything is fine. Just follow me.” She said as she made her way to the stage, the guys following her. Tsuji jumped up first and turned around waiting to be handed (Y/N). Shibaman picked up (Y/N) and handed her up to Tsuji allowing him to grab her and place her on the stage. Shibaman jumped up and joined them and the others.

(Y/N) soon leads them to a door near the back of the stage that was hidden and they all go through. They walk through a few hallways before they finally reach another door. She opens the door and what they saw they couldn’t believe what they saw.