#I might actually die of stress once I get to the second one

[kedreeva]

Still quails!

The problem with quail occurs when you don't KNOW they desire death, so you don't do anything to prevent it.

But now that you know, you can avoid the deaths pretty easily.

Keep the brooder small, and solid, to make it easier to heat the whole space, and to prevent drafts. A cardboard box works fine, a plastic tub works fine, a glass aquarium works fine.

Keep the brooder bare of extras. Food and water only until you have a handle on their care. No stuffed animals, no dusters, no play scapes, nothing they can use to die.

Use bedding. Not paper towels, not puppy pads. Wood shavings. They are insulating, and prevent splay leg.

Use a quail waterer base. Not a dish, not a bowl, not a (insert contraption here that you think will work).

It looks like this, and you screw a quart waterer jar on top. It can be a plastic or glass jar, but the plastic ones fit better.

The one in front is a CHICKEN waterer and will kill your quail. The purple that's on the left and behind is a quail waterer. Notice the size difference on the lip.

Make sure the water is as far from the heat as you can get it, without it touching a side of the brooder (so they can't get stuck in a gap between brooder wall and waterer), because they don't like to drink hot water. You may have to show them how to drink, but do not do this by water boarding them. Place them/hold them near the water and wiggle a finger in it to make it be shiny. They will drink of their own accord. The vast majority of them will be fine drinking.

Get a small food processor and grind their feed for the first three days. No, smaller than that. Keep going. Hold it for 30 more seconds. It should be a powder. A DRY powder.

Once you notice them sleeping in a ring around the edge of the light instead of a pile under it, start raising the light/heat source. At about 5 days old, they can responsibly have a colder side of the brooder. At about 17-20 days they will be off heat (indoors). At 28 days they can be outside even in freezing temps.

I know I talked a lot of shit about quail up top here but the flip side of this is that if your stock is good quality, and you meet the requirements above, quail are actually quite hardy. I've kept a lot of species of birds and generally speaking if I lose a quail, it was user error, not a problem with hardiness. *I* didn't ensure that the brooder was warm and secure. *I* didn't grind the feed. *I* didn't give them the right waterer. *I* picked them up. With the setup I have now, the only ones I tend to lose are a couple failure to thrive birds a couple days after hatch, which would happen with any bird species if you hatch enough of them.

No species of quail will be good for handling around dogs. I can't help you there, but to say that no amount of "hand raising" will change the fact that they're game animals. Domesticated, in many ways, but not that one. Any prey animal stands to be stressed out when exposed to a predator (dog), game animals just don't handle it well. It might be better to instead expose your dog to them in their cages and reward calm behaviors.

Remember that ANY use animal can suffer failure to thrive or mysterious deaths. It doesn't matter what species, it doesn't matter what size. If you intend to raise use animals, death is part of the bargain- including random, unplanned ones.

Silly question but how would you rate different gamebird chicks on a scale of "no brain cells, head empty" to "wait! I think I just saw a thought happen?!"?

You've mentioned before that turkey poults have the survival instinct of a chicken nugget, and I've raised coturnix chicks before which are like...death seeking missiles. Are other gamebird chicks as dumb? Are any recognisably better suited to not immediately kamikaze-ing into the nearest water fountain/single square millimetre of loose tape/one cold spot they can find in the brooder?

Peafowl chicks rate the highest. I know I talk a lot of shit about them, but outside of not eating unless shown the food (which IS a valid survival behavior, for avoiding toxic things in their native environment), they're not prone to doing anything actively stupid. They have great eye sight, they tend to look before they leap (and can fly if they do get into trouble). They have a sense of time ("bedtime" is a concept they have! Every hand raised baby I've ever had has had a strict idea of when they think it's time to go to bed and will scream at me until I agree). They will return themselves to the heat when it's time, I've never had one fail to do this or start screaming because they're on the cold side of the brooder and don't know how to move 1 foot to the left to get warm. I've never had one drown in the water dish even though they get a bowl or are raised outside with a pond/big water bowl. They can coexist with just about any other bird, which is great because their only flaw is they need to be shown food for the first few weeks, and adding something like a chicken will cause the chicken to show them where to eat. And because peafowl are large, all the other babies will follow them around for everything else. For creatures who grew up in an environment where very little (predator wise) can kill them, they're surprisingly adapted to not dying in really stupid ways in captivity. They ARE fragile in other ways (pick up parasites easily), but that's not a matter of stupidity.

Coturnix are so far the worst, and I am including Turkeys in this metric. Turkeys are at least hardy in a brooder setup, even if they are very stupid outside with mom. Coturnix on the other hand have to have a tiny lip to their water dish so they don't get into it and drown or chill (and they still do their level best to get into it, even with the tiny lip where they can barely reach the water, I sometimes check on them and find one Mystery Sopping Wet.... how..... and why...... and also HOW). I have watched one grab a drink of water, throw its head back to swallow, choke, and die immediately. There is NOTHING you can do for them if they fail at drinking water, by the way. If you pick them up too soon after they drink, or any other time, there's a non-zero chance that they immediately panic-vomit any water in their system, choke on it, and suffocate/die instantly so you have to be careful about handling them while they're doing their very best to make that as difficult as possible (and this lovely trait persists into adulthood). They cannot have access to anything they can get caught in/under, I have to put barriers in their cage and not give them a cold spot in the brooder until they're a few days old because they will CHARGE to it and sit there until they die screaming about how cold they are while 1 foot away from the heat. They still throw themselves at this barrier because they can see through a 1mm gap to either side that cold death awaits them with open arms and they desire it so badly. It's why they always look like this:

If you have them standing on your hand they WILL just walk off - nay, run full tilt off - without regard for if there is anything below them to fall ONTO, and they are fully capable of beaning themselves so hard upon impact that they die. I had to find a stuffie that was very light and a stuffie that was very heavy, because a medium weight is just light enough for them to shove themselves into the shavings beneath it and suffocate because they can't get out again, and they will also actively seek to do this. They have to have a solid-sided brooder because if they can stick their head through a gap a) they can probably get out of it if it's just a little bigger than their head and b) they will get stuck in it and break their necks if it's just a little too small.

The vast majority, 99% of them, are extremely easy to raise, and doing a minimal amount of guardianship in their brooder will protect them from themselves, but they do have a deep and abiding desire to be dead, I think, and there will be some you cannot save from themselves. No other game birds/fowl I've raised are like this- not peafowl, not turkeys, not pheasants, not chickens, not bobwhite quail, not even guinea keets... the closest would be button quail and even they are not death-seeking missiles until they're a bit older.

[chaotic-carnifex]

I can't wait to be done with my state exam but I also don't want to get any closer to the second state exam you know?

[todomochi-uwu]

Taste ┃ B. C

Pairing: Bang Chan x reader

Genre: Angst, Smut

Warnings: This content is for a mature audience

Synopsis:

"Well, I heard you're back together and if that's true You'll just have to taste me when he's kissin' you"

Loving him and losing him might hurt just as much or even more as making her taste your pain. Is it worth it? Or have you forgotten who was the one who wronged you?

Author's notes: Sad porn. Basically. Oh, and I don't condone any kind of cheating.

WARNINGS: Cheating (reader and Bang Chan)

This fanfic belongs to the series Short n' Sweet, please make sure to check it out.

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They were on every single social media platform there is. All smiley, all cutesy. It made you want to throw up.  

When Christopher first told you things weren’t working out you believed him. The lack of time, miscommunication, stress and many other things made things harder than they needed to be. So, you thought, right person, wrong time. Maybe in the future... 

It wasn’t until you knocked on his door the weekend after you had ended things, having forgotten a box of your stuff (you still couldn’t decide whether it was on purpose or an actual slip) when she opened the door: hair disheveled, bare faced, his shirt the only thing covering her. Your entire body froze in shock, you could feel your heart cracking little by little, tears threatened to spill out of your eyes. 

What. The. Fuck.  

“Oh, Y/n, right?” She leaned against the door frame, scanning you up and down before smiling at you. She knew exactly who you were. “Chris said you might be stopping by.” She said while pushing the box into your hands, “Such a shame you didn’t work out. But you know what they always say, they always go back to their first love, bye.” Wiggling her fingers in front of your face. 

You spent a good ten minutes leaning against the wall trying to figure out how not to bawl your eyes out on the way home. Spoiler, you still did. 

Rage took over your mind, at first. Every single memory tinted with the idea of her. When did it even happen? How didn’t you notice? Why her and not you? You spent weeks trying to figure it out, trying to cope, but nothing could bring comfort to your restless heart. 

“I have never felt this way about someone, baby.” He said, holding you in his arms.  

You giggled, shaking your head, “Shut up, you are such a liar.” 

“I’m being serious,” he turned you around, looking into your eyes, “you have no idea how much I love you, Y/n.” 

Stalking their social media accounts was never a good idea, but you couldn’t help it. Why did he never post a photo of you? Thousands of photos of their relationship flooded your feed, them on a date, on vacation, where was all this time when it came to you? That’s when it finally clicked, if he wanted to, he would. It just was that you weren’t the one he wanted. 

While it was easier said than done, and admittedly, there were days when you wanted to die, the pain slowly eased. You worked on yourself, going out of your comfort zone, trying new things, reconnecting with old friends, and travelling a little. Your mind no longer going back to him. And like he’s got a sixth sense... 

A notification pops onto your phone screen. 

In the middle of having drinks, when you were looking your nicest and feeling your finest, there he was. In a small red heart at the bottom of your post. How tacky, you couldn’t help but think. So, you turned your phone down. 

But of course, you could put it out of your sight, only not out of your mind. 

_______________ 

And so, it started once again. A different post each day, the outfits got more and more revealing, while the poses left less and less to the imagination. You didn’t even have to wait a few minutes for the notification to pop up, in a matter of seconds there it was. It had become some kind of addiction, knowing he still thinks of you, knowing he still wants you. And that only made you want to get more daring. Something you would come to regret eventually. 

Burning in the back of your mind was still her, the way she wiggled her back into his life, into your relationship. It was something you couldn’t leave in the past. And your captions clearly showed it.  

_______________ 

A photo of you leaning against the wall. The dress you wore on your first date. “He's funny, now all his jokes hit different. Guess who he learned that from?”  

A photo of you laying on the bed, on all fours, ass up, tits spilling from the black lace corset. His favourite set, his favourite pose. “I heard you're back together and if that's true. You'll just have to taste me when he's kissing you.”  

You were in the middle of cleaning your room, organizing your makeup, getting rid of clothes that you no longer like, when you come across it.  

A photo of you sitting on your knees in front of the mirror. Only a pair of thin panties covering your bottom. His favorite sweatshirt as a top. “You're wondering why half his clothes went missing, my body's where they're at.”  

_______________ 

Your phone rang from the kitchen bar, pulling your attention away from the soup boiling on the stove. Your stomach fell to the floor, and a small gasp escaped your mouth. 

Hey. 

_______________ 

“What are you doing, Y/n?”, said Felix.  

“It’s just a coffee, Lix.” 

“You know damn well it’s not only that.” He stood next to you while you finished getting ready, in front of the mirror, “when did you start talking again?” 

“Not long ago, a couple of weeks.” 

“A couple of weeks? Oh my god, have you forgotten what he did to you? How much it took you to even get out of bed?” 

“No, and no. It’s just lunch, Felix it’s not like I’m going to end up on his bed.” 

“Yeah, keep telling that to yourself. Besides, is he even single? I thought he was back with his ex.”  

“They’ve been having some problems.” You mumbled, not looking at him, hoping he wouldn’t hear you.  

“How much have you been talking to him? When did he ask you out? No, scratch that, why did you say yes?” 

“To get some closure, Lix.” You finished applying lipstick, “I swear, no more than a coffee, no more than an hour. Now,” you straighten your skirt and smile at your best friend, “how do I look?” 

“Like you are better than this.” 

_______________ 

You sat in your car, in front of the café, annihilating your fingernails, Felix’s words had implanted themselves into your brain; to be fair, it wasn’t like you hadn’t thought about it before. What were you doing? Why were you here? A couple of weeks ago you were sure you didn't want anything to do with him ever again, but now? You weren´t so sure. And even if it came to that, could you do to her what she did to you?  

Your hand reached for your key, turning it to start your car, when a knock on the window pulled you out of your daze. There he was. 

His hair straightened and parted the way you like it, small black studs on his ears, black acid wash jeans and a sleeveless shirt. The bastard still knew exactly how to make your knees grow weak.  

“Hey, long time no see.” 

“Hey, yeah, it’s been a while.” 

... 

It was bound to happen. Everyone knew it. Him. You. But you liked to pretend it came out of nowhere. 

Chris was pounding into you as if his life depended on it, hands gripping your hips hard enough you were sure bruises would be there in the morning, your ass an angry red from all the spanking and slapping and your cunt dripping onto the satin sheets of the hotel room. 

“Fuck, Chris!” Face down, your knees are barely able to keep up with his rhythm.  

“I missed you so much, baby girl.” He pressed his chest against your back, whispering in your ear and kissing your neck, “I miss you; I miss your body, I miss your perfect little cunt.” He continued his way down your body, his fingers tracing small and quick circles on your clit. 

He knew your body like the back of his hand. Where to touch, where to suck, where to lick, everything; a part of you loves the idea that he still remembered such details; another part knows it’s about getting his dick wet. 

“You take my cock so well, fuck, oh god, I’m gonna cum.” He said between moans. His thrusts became quicker and shorter, but he knew exactly how to hit the spot that had you seeing stars. 

“Please, please, make me cum, Chris.” Gibberish and a few coherent words came out of your mouth. You were right on the edge, a step away from falling from the cliff. 

“Fuck!” 

And it finally snapped, the sudden warmth threw you over the edge, your whole body trembled, your lungs screaming for some air, and your mascara smeared all over your face and the sheets. You felt his hand caress your back up and down, his fingers tracing shapeless patterns on the skin. 

“Are you okay, baby?” His tone is now sweet and comforting, making your heart flutter. This is bad. 

“Yeah, yeah, umm thanks.” Accepting the bottle he pressed onto your lips. 

He smiled at you, “I meant it, Y/n I miss you.” 

You nodded, not sure what to say. 

_______________ 

And so, the cycle continued its course. You knew you had to leave, but you were not sure you had what it took to end it. Too much of a coward to confront him, to ask him what the fuck was happening. You liked to think you were different from Chan, that he was the one in a relationship, and that he should be the one to stop this, but you knew you were also guilty. 

On top of him, his back leaning against the bedframe, your hips went up and down in a slow sway, holding him close while he kissed your chest. Third, fourth round? Only God knows. This time you acted like you had all the time in the world, no rush, no frenetic passion, only the two of you. 

“I fucking adore you, princess.” He whispered against your lips. 

You only let out a small moan in response, not daring to say anything else. 

His hands stroked the skin on your legs, giving you goosebumps. You had been in this exact scene before, only this time your heart didn’t fill with love, it only broke even further.  

You increased the pace, bouncing harder on his cock. You backed away placing your hands on his knees, Chan’s let himself fall back down on the bed, putting his arms behind his head, he enjoyed the show in front of him. Your boobs jumped up and down, his abdomen muscles clenching, his groans and moans increased their volume, his hands gripped your ass desperately and right before he came, he pressed toy against his chest. 

“Oh shit! Oh god, I love you Y/n.”  

_______________ 

His head between your legs, his tongue lapping up your clitoris and his fingers stuffing your cunt. You felt like in heaven. Your hands pulled on his hair, and he moaned against your centre; your legs thrashed around, and his name left his lips again and again. You were right there, but as you opened your eyes, there it was. In the mirror ceiling (that for some reason he convinced you to try) the picture of you, in bed, with a man you could no longer call your own.  

That was when your heart finally evaporated into nothing, and the fog left your mind. 

_______________ 

You paced around Hyunjin’s apartment, cigarette in your hand. You felt like throwing up, like ripping your hair out, and vomit all over the floor, all at the same time. 

“You’ve got to calm down.” He leaned against his burgundy sofa, a glass of whiskey in his hand. 

“I’m a homewrecker, Hyunjin.” Your hands trembled, “I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. Everything was just getting better, I was so close, and now, now, I’m, now, this. I’m a homewrecker.” Tears escaped your tears along with choked gasps. 

“You are not a homewrecker, my love.” He got up and grabbed your hands, making you look at him, “she did the same thing to you. She deserves it.” 

“I don’t want to be like her, Jinnie. I don’t, I can’t be like her.” You cried into his arms. 

“You are not doing anything, he’s the one who is actively deciding to do this.” You love Hyunjin, you know he’s always going to be on your side, even when you don’t deserve it.  

“I need to stop this. I don’t want it any longer.” You whispered. 

He nodded and went to look for your phone, “you are right, this must stop. Don’t worry, love you are not alone.” 

“At the end of the day, it wasn’t her who cheated on me, it was him. He was the one who broke my heart.”  

So, you did what you should have done in the first place. You got rid of him everywhere, blocked him out of your life, no messages, no calls, no emails, not even comments. You took down all it, ashamed of the things you did and spoke. You ask everyone to not say a thing about yourself to Chan or to you about him, detoxifying yourself from him. Guilt didn’t quite abandon you, but it was your cross to bear.  

_______________ 

You had come across her, it was on a random night, at a random place. Your looks crossed and you felt all the air ripped out of your lungs. She looked miserable. They had broken up; you had read it somewhere (you swore you hadn’t looked it up). You felt like apologizing, but then decided against, what would you say? I’m sorry for fucking with your relationship, I’m sorry for giving you a taste of what I felt like? Like it justifies your actions.  

_______________ 

Chris had tried everything to get in contact with you, fake accounts, new phone numbers, he begged everyone who knew you to tell him something, anything, where you were, how you were doing, were you thinking of him? 

“Felix, please, I know I fucked, please tell me where is she? Let me speak to her.” 

“Chan, I don’t even know what you are doing here. I’m not telling you shit, leave her alone.” 

“Please, I love...”, he was cut off. 

“Why now? Why do you want her now? Why not when you had her?” 

“Because I’m a fucking idiot, as simple as that.” 

“Oh, believe me I know, I know how much of a piece of shit you are. You and your little pity party can go to hell.”  

_______________ 

“It’s like she vanished, Sana.” Chris said on the phone. 

Sana could only roll her eyes, she had heard this speech like a thousand times, and she was way past it, “Chan, please, let it go. You fucked up, you now move on, there’s nothing left to do.” 

He groaned, “but...” 

“But nothing, leave that girl alone, Chris it’s time for you to accept she doesn’t want you back. I mean, after that shit you pulled, who would?” 

_______________ 

He knew what he had to do, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Letting you go was one of the hardest he ever had to do, and while he was the one to break up with you, and fuck his ex, he still had hope. He’s such an asshole, and he knew it. 

It wasn’t until one day, passing by your once favourite café, he saw you. Sitting down there, reading a book, by yourself, he at once thought it was the right time to make things right, to say all the things that had been running through his mind since the last time he saw you.  

I love you.  

I meant everything I said, I miss you and I’m going crazy without you.  

Please, give me a chance to make things right. 

And as he was going to push the door, he wondered, should he do it? What right did he have to disrupt your world once again? And so, he backed down. 

“I’m so sorry, Y/n.” He whispered to himself.  

[chaosandcandies]

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CHAPTER Ⅵ: The Mom-ster Invasion

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THE SHIFT IN THEIR DYNAMIC after the arcade night lingered like a warm afterglow.

The comeback loomed closer, and the weight of expectations hadn’t lessened — Chan still looked ready to combust from stress, and their manager still gave lectures about schedules like his life depended on it. But something had shifted.

The suffocating tension had eased, like a knot finally starting to unravel.

The boys weren’t walking on eggshells around Iseul anymore. And Iseul?

She wasn’t tiptoeing around them either.

It was subtle at first — a shared joke here, a casual high-five there. But then, the walls crumbled all at once.

Especially with Han.

The guy who used to keep her at least two feet away like she carried the plague now clung to her like a koala. He draped himself over her shoulders during breaks, poked her cheek when she zoned out, and whined for her to share her snacks like they’d been lifelong friends.

“You know,” Han said, propping his chin on her shoulder as she stretched her legs, “for someone who practically begged to join the team, you sure mess up a lot of choreo.”

Iseul didn’t even flinch. “For someone who’s been dancing for years, you sure trip over your own feet a lot.”

Felix cackled from across the room.

“Betrayal!” Han clutched his chest like she’d stabbed him. “I thought we were friends!”

“We are,” she said sweetly, yanking her shoulder to make him lose balance. “Which is why I’m giving you constructive feedback.”

Han, sprawled on the floor, pointed up at her. “This is bullying. Chan, I’m being bullied!”

Chan didn’t even look up from his phone. “What did you do to deserve it?”

Han gasped. “You’re all against me.”

Iseul just rolled her eyes, hiding the small smile tugging at her lips.

And Han wasn’t the only one who had started treating her like part of the team.

Though Jeongin was still too shy around Iseul, he lingered at a careful distance, sneaking glances her way like she might combust if he got too close. He hovered around her like a cautious puppy, only piping up to agree with her ideas during practice or quietly handing her water bottles without a word.

Seungmin, on the other hand, had grown bold. He no longer held back his sarcastic remarks, snickering every time Iseul tripped over choreography or messed up lyrics.

His humor was sharp, biting, but there was no malice to it anymore. It felt... affectionate. Like he enjoyed getting a rise out of her.

"You were a little off during the second verse," he said one evening, tone completely neutral.

Iseul wiped her sweat and frowned, already overthinking. "Really?"

"No," he said, grabbing his water bottle. "I just like watching you panic."

Iseul hurled a towel at his face.

Seungmin didn’t even flinch.

Felix, bless his sunshine soul, was a complete opposite of Seungmin.

He brought her snacks without asking, left tiny sticky notes on her water bottle with encouraging messages, and insisted on high-fiving her after every practice run.

"You killed it, Iseul!" he beamed after she nailed her vocal line.

Iseul, panting and half-dead on the floor, managed a weak thumbs-up. "I think I did actually die."

Felix just giggled and helped her sit up, handing her a protein bar like it was a prize.

And then there was Changbin.

Loud, chaotic, relentlessly supportive Changbin.

If Felix was her mood booster, Changbin was her hype man.

He screamed compliments mid-practice: "YOU’RE A BEAST, ISEUL!" "KILL IT, QUEEN!" "SHOW THAT CHOREO WHO’S BOSS!"

He also made it his life’s mission to bulk her up.

“You’re too tiny,” he declared, handing her a protein shake. “We’re gonna fix that.”

“I’m literally fine,” Iseul protested, staring at the shake like it had personally wronged her.

“Nope,” he said, flexing. “I’m training you. We start tomorrow.”

“You can’t just decide that!”

“TOO LATE!”

Despite all his bluster, Changbin never pushed her too far. When she looked like she might break, he switched tactics, cracking jokes and messing around until she laughed again.

In contrast, Minho was relatively calmer. He slipped into the role of quiet protector, never outright fussing over her like Chan, but he always noticed things.

When she forgot her hoodie? Minho casually tossed his at her. When she spaced out during dance practice? He corrected her position without a word, his hand light on her shoulder.

And when she fell asleep on the couch, he turned the practice room lights down low and shushed the boys like a strict schoolteacher.

He’d just shrug whenever Iseul tried to thank him.

"Don’t get used to it," he’d say. "I charge for emotional labor."

Chan, of course, hovered like a worried dad.

He micromanaged her water breaks, made sure she took vitamins, and occasionally checked her temperature with the back of his hand like she was a toddler.

At first, Iseul found it overwhelming. But after a while, it just felt... nice.

Comfortable.

Bit by bit, they were starting to feel like home.

Even Hyunjin.

He didn’t cling to her like Han or scream compliments like Changbin. But he noticed her.

He handed her extra towels after practice without a word. He lingered next to her in vocal lessons, subtly harmonizing so she wouldn’t feel embarrassed when she messed up.

And he watched her.

He hated how natural her friendship with Han was, how easily she teased him and laughed.

He hated the guilt that festered every time she smiled, remembering the way she’d walked through the rain with tears on her face.

And he hated the ugly, unfamiliar feeling twisting in his chest when she smiled at someone else.

But mostly, he hated that he might never be able to fix the mess he’d made.

Not when he’d already ruined it.

The practice room smelled like sweat and exhaustion. The air conditioning hummed faintly in the background, barely making a dent in the heat radiating off nine overworked bodies.

Chan wiped his face with his shirt, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. “Okay,” he panted, voice hoarse. “One more run-through and then we’ll—”

The door creaked open, and their manager poked his head inside. “Chan, can we talk for a sec?”

The boys collapsed onto the floor like puppets with cut strings, taking the interruption as a gift from the heavens. Felix lay flat on his back, limbs sprawled out like a starfish. “Tell him we need a two-hour break,” he groaned.

Chan gave a tired chuckle, tossing his towel aside before following the manager out into the hallway.

Iseul flopped onto the floor, her lungs burning, legs twitching with leftover adrenaline. She pressed her cheek against the cold, scuffed wood, trying to leech the heat from her body.

“I’m dying,” Han wheezed, sprawled next to her like a crime scene outline. “Tell my family I fought bravely.”

“You tripped on your own foot and face-planted,” Seungmin said, not even looking up from his phone.

“I fought bravely,” Han repeated, unbothered.

Jeongin, who had curled up in the corner like a traumatized kitten, peeked out from under his hoodie. “This comeback is spectacularly painful.”

“You know what’s painful?” Changbin groaned, rubbing his thigh. “My everything. Even my soul hurts.”

Iseul blinked blearily at the ceiling, limbs screaming in protest every time she so much as twitched. “We’ve been at this for five hours,” she muttered, voice scratchy.

Felix, still starfished on the floor, raised a trembling hand. “We should order pizza. As a reward. For surviving.”

“We haven’t survived yet,” Minho pointed out, sitting against the mirror, eyes half-lidded. “Chan’s gonna make us run it again.”

Hyunjin, still catching his breath, ripped his headband off and tossed it across the room. “I swear to God, if I hear the intro beat one more time, I’m quitting the industry.”

They all knew it was a lie.

But nobody called him out on it.

Iseul let her eyes slip shut, the ache in her body dulling into something almost comforting. The pain reminded her she was trying. That she was still in the fight.

A soft sigh escaped her lips. The tension of the last few weeks — the awkward distance, the strained silences — had loosened, bit by bit. She wasn’t exactly close to everyone yet, but the boys didn’t flinch away from her anymore. They didn’t ignore her.

And that was enough.

The door creaked open again, and Chan walked back in, rubbing his neck with a strange, conflicted look on his face.

Everyone immediately sat up.

“What happened?” Minho asked, eyes sharp.

“Did they push the comeback date?” Felix gasped, panic lacing his voice.

Chan raised a hand, cutting through the noise. “Calm down,” he said, though he didn’t look particularly calm himself. “It’s… nothing like that. It’s just—” He hesitated, dragging a hand through his damp hair. “Iseul’s moving into the dorm next week.”

For a second, no one reacted. The words hung in the air, heavy and unnatural, as if they couldn’t quite process what they’d just heard.

Then the room exploded.

“WHAT?!” Jeongin screeched, clutching his chest like he was about to have a heart attack.

“I’m WHAT?!” Iseul echoed, choking on her own spit.

“You’re moving in with us?” Felix gasped, eyes shining. “Like, permanently? Like family?”

“Like family?” Hyunjin repeated, voice climbing in pitch.

“She’s a girl,” Changbin said, eyebrows furrowing like he was pointing out the most obvious flaw in the universe.

“Thank you, genius,” Seungmin muttered.

Iseul stood frozen in place, her entire body locking up like a statue. She blinked rapidly, as if her brain was short-circuiting.

“With... with you?” she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Chan sighed, sitting down and rubbing his face. “The company thinks it’s better for team dynamics if you’re close. They want you to bond more, and coordinating practices is easier this way.”

“But we barely have enough space as it is!” Han flailed his arms, looking like he might combust on the spot. “Where is she even going to sleep? On the kitchen table?”

Felix, on the other hand, clutched Iseul’s hand with stars in his eyes. “We’ll have movie nights,” he said, dreamy. “And cook dinners together. And—”

“I haven’t even moved in yet!” Iseul yelped, trying to yank her hand back.

“Do we need to split bathroom schedules?” Changbin asked, suddenly serious. “Because I take my shampoo routine very seriously.”

“What if she hates our dorm?” Hyunjin snapped, pacing like a caged tiger. “What if she leaves because we’re awful?”

“What if she likes it?” Felix whispered, looking enchanted.

“What if she stays forever?” Minho muttered, already regretting every decision that led him here.

Iseul pressed her hands to her face, heart pounding.

She couldn’t breathe.

The boys argued like their lives depended on it, voices rising, limbs flailing, and all she could think about was her coach's sneering.

“You won’t last,” they’d said. “You never do.”

What if this broke her?

What if she broke them?

What if they changed their minds and decided she wasn’t worth the trouble?

She already felt like a burden, like an invader — this would make her presence impossible to ignore.

She couldn’t do this.

“I—I need to call my mom,” she stammered, bowing deeply before grabbing her bag and rushing out the door.

The boys watched her leave, the door swinging shut behind her with a soft click.

The room stayed silent for a long moment.

“Do we have to clean more now?” Seungmin asked, finally breaking the quiet.

Chan groaned, collapsing onto his back like the weight of the world had physically crushed him. “I need a nap.”

Iseul sat cross-legged on her bed, her phone clutched tightly in her hands. The screen glowed against her face in the dim light of her room, illuminating the sheer panic in her eyes.

The room smelled like lavender and fabric softener, a painfully familiar scent that usually brought her comfort. But now, it just made the knot in her chest tighter.

What if her mom really said no?

What if she yelled?

What if she called the company and demanded Iseul pull out?

Her fingers curled around her sleeves, heart thudding against her ribs like a wild animal desperate to escape.

For a split second, she almost didn’t call.

Almost let the panic win.

But then she thought of the boys — of Felix grinning about movie nights, of Jeongin nervously twiddling his fingers, of Hyunjin pacing like a man about to face trial.

She unlocked her phone and dialed.

The call barely rang twice before her mom picked up.

“Baby?” her voice crackled through the phone. “You're home already? Do you need me to pick you up—”

“Eomma,” Iseul blurted, heart pounding. “I... I need to tell you something.”

Her mom fell silent.

Then, warily, “What happened?”

Iseul squeezed her eyes shut. “The company wants me to move into the dorm. With Stray Kids. So we can practice more efficiently.”

Dead silence.

Iseul counted every agonizing second.

One. Two. Three. Four.

Then her mom exploded.

“WITH THOSE GREMLINS?!”

Iseul flinched, almost dropping the phone.

“ARE THEY OUT OF THEIR MINDS?!”

“M-Mom, please don’t yell —”

“I AM NOT YELLING!”

Iseul pulled the phone away from her ear, staring at it like it had personally betrayed her.

“I don’t even know these boys!” her mom ranted. “What if they’re slobs? What if they don’t wash their dishes? Do they even know how to do laundry?! Are they even toilet-trained?!”

Iseul choked. “Mom, they’re not puppies —”

“They might as well be! Oh my god, are you the only girl? Who’s going to protect you? What if one of them snores?! What if one of them has athlete’s foot?!”

Iseul slammed her head into her pillow.

“Eomma, please,” she begged. “They’re not like that. They’re respectful! And nice! And mostly hygienic!”

Her mom gasped, horrified. “Mostly?!”

Iseul wanted the earth to swallow her whole. “I mean — they’re clean! I think? I haven’t, like, inspected their rooms or anything —”

“Oh my god, their rooms,” her mom groaned, like she was picturing a war zone. “Are they going to make you sleep in a closet? Do they even change their sheets?”

“I’m sure they do,” Iseul whispered, though her voice wobbled with doubt.

“I cannot believe this,” her mom muttered, pacing so hard Iseul could practically hear her footsteps through the phone. “I knew this idol thing was intense, but this is insane. Are they feeding you properly? Are you drinking enough water? Do I need to send vitamins?”

Iseul tugged her blanket over her head, voice muffled. “I’m fine, eomma.”

Her mom wasn’t listening. “And what about Chan? Does he know about this?”

Iseul almost laughed. “Mom, he’s the leader. He found out first.”

“Then why did he let this happen?! I'm going to call him.”

"Please don't," Iseul bit her lip. “I think he might be scared of you.”

Her mom paused. “Good,” she said, satisfied. “He should be.”

Iseul groaned, rolling onto her side. “Please don’t call the company,” she begged. “Or Chan. Or the boys. It’s already awkward enough.”

“I’m not calling anyone,” her mom said sweetly. Too sweetly. “I trust you, baby.”

Iseul hesitated. “...Okay?”

“Get some rest,” her mom cooed. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

And then she hung up. Just like that.

Iseul stared at the phone, her mind racing through every possible disaster scenario. She imagined her mom storming into the company, demanding to see JYP himself, or showing up at the dorm with a clipboard and a list of rules.

She groaned, flopping onto her back, pressing her palms against her burning face.

She was so screwed.

Her phone buzzed. A text.

It was from her mom.

“Does your dad know about this yet?”

Iseul nearly launched her phone across the room.

Her dad.

Her chaotic, unfiltered, overprotective dad.

The boys had already met her dad.

They’d played games, battled on DDR, and watched him roast them into oblivion at the diner like he’d been born to embarrass her.

The same dad who called Chan “son-in-law” just to watch him malfunction.

The same dad who fist-bumped Minho after they trash-talked each other for an hour over a punching game.

The same dad who, after learning she was moving in with the boys, would absolutely move into the dorm with her out of sheer spite.

Iseul clutched her pillow to her chest, rocking back and forth like she was trying to keep herself from exploding.

Her mom would kill them.

Her dad would adopt them.

She was living in a nightmare.

The practice room buzzed with exhaustion. The speakers blared the same section of choreography on repeat as Iseul counted steps in her head, sweat dripping down her back. Her muscles screamed, and her lungs burned, but she pushed through, biting her lip to keep herself from gasping out loud.

Chan clapped his hands, stopping the music. “Let’s take five,” he said, wiping his face with his shirt.

Iseul practically collapsed onto the floor, chest heaving. Felix slid down next to her, tossing her a water bottle.

“You’re improving,” he said, smiling. “It’s getting cleaner.”

“Thanks,” Iseul whispered, taking a small sip of water. She didn’t trust herself not to throw up if she drank too much.

Iseul practically collapsed onto the floor, chest heaving. Felix slid down next to her, tossing her a water bottle.

“You’re improving,” he said, smiling. “It’s getting cleaner.”

“Thanks,” Iseul whispered, taking a small sip of water. She didn’t trust herself not to throw up if she drank too much.

Across the room, Hyunjin was sprawled out on the floor like a corpse, his arms spread wide. “This is how I die,” he announced dramatically. “Tell my parents I loved them.”

“Tell your parents you need better stamina,” Seungmin shot back.

Han flopped down next to them, draping himself over Hyunjin’s stomach. “Bury me with my lyric book.”

“I’ll burn it,” Changbin muttered.

Iseul rolled her eyes at their dramatic antics but a small smile tug on the corner of her lips. But just as Iseul started to think the day might end without catastrophe, the practice room door flew open with enough force to rattle the mirrors.

“Where is he?”

Iseul’s soul left her body.

Her mom stood in the doorway, hands on her hips like she was ready to fight. The manager trailed behind her, looking like he aged twenty years in the span of five minutes.

“I tried to stop her,” he wheezed.

“Oh my God,” Iseul whispered, scrambling to her feet. “Eomma?!”

The boys froze.

Han’s eyes widened, mid-stretch, arms still overhead. Changbin lowered his phone, blinking like he couldn’t process what he was seeing. Felix audibly gulped, sliding away from Iseul like he wanted no part in whatever was about to happen.

Hyunjin, who had been lying flat on the floor, rolled under the nearest bench like a cockroach.

Seungmin went perfectly still, like a deer in headlights.

Jeongin, the poor baby, just dropped his water bottle. It clattered against the floor, the sound deafening in the heavy silence.

And Chan — sweet, overworked, already traumatized Chan — looked like he was about to pass out.

“Ma’am,” he croaked, bowing so fast he almost toppled over. “Good evening?”

Iseul’s mom marched in, eyes blazing, completely ignoring the fact that the entire group was on the verge of a collective breakdown.

She jabbed a finger at Chan like she was preparing for a verbal execution.

“Were you the one who called me that day because Iseul was running a fever?” Chan glanced at the manager for help, but the man was on the verge of tears himself.

Chan swallowed, looking like he was facing a firing squad. “Um... yes, ma’am?”

Her mom’s eyes narrowed to slits. “Did you touch her?”

The room froze.

Han audibly gasped, slapping a hand over his mouth like he was watching a live crime scene. Hyunjin, still half under the bench, crawled back into hiding.

“W-WHAT?!” Chan sputtered, his face burning a violent shade of red. “N-no! I just gave her medicine and — and a blanket — I swear!”

Iseul nearly choked on her own spit. “Eomma, stop!” she cried, feeling her soul detach from her body.

Her mom tilted her head. “Did you check her temperature?”

“WITH A THERMOMETER!” Chan practically screamed, looking two seconds away from a nervous breakdown.

Her mom hummed, unimpressed. “Good,” she muttered, poking his chest with her finger like she was testing the durability of a brick wall. “If you ever cross a line, I will personally break every bone in your body. Understood?”

Chan nodded so fast he looked like a bobblehead. “Y-yes, ma’am!”

“Now tell me why you look like you haven’t slept since the Stone Age.”

Hyunjin let out a strangled noise that might have been a laugh or a sob.

“Are you eating properly?” she pressed, eyeing Chan’s shirt clinging to him like it was holding on for dear life. “Or do you just live off caffeine and regret?”

“I—” Chan started, visibly short-circuiting.

“Eomma, please,” Iseul begged, her soul actively trying to leave her body.

Her mom ignored her, pivoting to Felix like a predator finding its next meal.

“And you. Why are you so pale? Do they keep you in a basement?”

Felix, panicking, bowed so fast he almost headbutted his knees. “I—I’m Australian!”

Her mom’s eyes widened. “You left Australia for this?!”

Felix audibly choked.

Next, she turned to Jeongin, who visibly shrank like a terrified puppy. “And you’re the maknae?”

Jeongin nodded, eyes wide and glassy.

Her mom’s face softened instantly. “Oh, you’re adorable,” she cooed, cupping his cheeks. “Do you eat well? Are they feeding you? Do you need snacks?”

Jeongin’s lip wobbled, this time from pure emotion.

“You look like you cry when your ramen overcooks,” she added, smoothing down his hair. “It’s okay, baby. I cry over food too.”

Jeongin nodded solemnly, looking like he’d just met his guardian angel.

Iseul physically grabbed her mom’s arm. “PLEASE, I AM BEGGING YOU.”

But she was already moving on.

Her gaze landed on Lee Know. “You. What’s your name?”

Lee Know, who’d been stone-faced and unbothered until now, adjusted his shirt. “Minho.”

Her mom tilted her head, eyes gleaming like a hawk spotting prey. “You look like the type to judge people’s dancing in the supermarket.”

Minho’s smirk faltered. He cleared his throat, adjusting his posture. “...Maybe?”

Her mom stepped closer. “Are you the one driving my daughter around?”

Minho, for the first time in his life, actually looked nervous. “...Yes?”

Her mom leaned in, voice dropping dangerously low. “Do you use turn signals?”

Minho swallowed hard. “Every time.”

“Good,” she said, patting his cheek like a mafia boss granting mercy. “Because if you crash with my daughter in the car, I’ll bury your body myself.”

Minho nodded, visibly stiff. “Understood.”

Then her eyes snapped to Han.

“And you. What do you do?”

“I rap,” Han said cautiously.

Her mom hummed, looking him up and down like he was a failed science experiment. “You look like the type of guy who gets rejected by every noona he flirts with.”

Han’s jaw dropped. “Wha— I —”

She raised a hand, cutting him off like a judge delivering a final verdict. “Stay. Away. From my daughter.”

Han clutched his chest like he’d been shot. “I— I wasn’t even —”

“Away.”

Han turned to Chan in despair. “Hyung, help me!”

Chan, who looked like he was barely clinging to life himself, just shook his head. “You’re on your own.”

Felix fell to the floor, laughing so hard he wheezed. Hyunjin was full-on crying, face buried in Changbin’s shoulder.

“Eomma, PLEASE,” Iseul whimpered, trying to physically drag her mom toward the exit.

Then her gaze snapped to Hyunjin, who froze like a deer caught in headlights.

“And you,” she said, voice dripping with judgment. “Why do you look like a prince from a fantasy novel who failed his kingdom?”

Hyunjin audibly gasped. “FAILED?!”

Her mom nodded. “Failed,” she repeated mercilessly. “Probably because you were too busy looking at yourself in the mirror.”

Hyunjin clutched his chest, collapsing onto the bench like he’d been physically wounded.

Then she turned to Seungmin, who tried (and failed) to disappear behind Han.

“You look like the type who secretly insults people under his breath and then plays innocent,” she said, squinting at him.

Seungmin, completely caught, cleared his throat. “I— I don’t do that,” he lied, voice cracking.

Her mom just snorted. “Sure you don’t, sweetheart.”

Finally, she turned to Changbin, who had been blending into the wall like camouflage.

Her eyes narrowed. “What’s your name?”

“Changbin,” he said carefully.

Her mom squinted harder. “Is your chin... sharper than your lyrics?”

Changbin’s mouth fell open in utter betrayal. “MY WHAT?!”

“Looks like it could cut glass,” she muttered. “Or maybe your self-esteem.”

Felix straight-up collapsed.

“Eomma,” Iseul hissed, horrified beyond belief. “Why are you even here?!”

Her mom finally turned to her, placing her hands on her hips. “Because you decided to move into a dorm with eight boys without telling me, and I needed to see if I should report them to the authorities!”

Hyunjin choked on his water. “Authorities?!”

“It’s not like that!” Iseul wailed.

Her mom waved her off, turning back to Chan. “How are you going to make sure my daughter doesn’t get harassed?”

Chan, who looked like he’d aged twenty years since this conversation started, rubbed the back of his neck. “We’ll set rules,” he said carefully. “Boundaries. We’ll treat her like family.”

Her mom narrowed her eyes, looking Chan up and down like she was evaluating his entire soul. “And you?” she asked, pointing at him like an accusation. “Are you trustworthy?”

Chan stood up straighter. “Yes, ma’am,” he said without hesitation. “I would never let anything happen to Iseul.”

Iseul wanted the ground to eat her alive.

Her mom hummed, still skeptical, before glancing around the room. “And what about the rest of you?” she asked, scanning the boys like a predator.

Felix bowed so fast his hair flopped forward. “I’ll treat her like my sister!”

Jeongin nodded furiously. “Me too!”

“I’ll cook separate meals for her,” Lee Know blurted, like that was somehow a helpful promise.

Hyunjin just stared, too shell-shocked to speak.

Seungmin cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean... we’re not monsters,” he muttered. “We’ll behave.”

Changbin finally stepped forward, bowing. “Iseul works hard,” he said. “We respect that. We’ll respect her, too.”

Her mom stared him down for a full minute.

Then, finally, she nodded. “Fine. But if anything happens to her, I will show up with a baseball bat and start swinging until I see God.”

Hyunjin quietly stepped behind Changbin like he was seeking shelter.

“Understood,” Chan said, bowing so deeply it looked like a plea for mercy.

Her mom dusted off her hands. “Good talk,” she said, turning to leave. “And Iseul?”

Iseul, visibly shaking, straightened. “Yes?”

“Eat more,” her mom called out over her shoulder. “Your legs are thinner than my patience.”

The door slammed shut behind her.

The silence that followed was deafening.

Felix was on the floor, crying with laughter. Seungmin had collapsed onto Han’s shoulder, gasping. Lee Know actually looked like he needed to pray.

Jeongin, clutching his heart, whispered, “She called me adorable.”

“I feel spiritually attacked,” Changbin muttered.

“I feel like I need therapy,” Hyunjin added.

“I feel like we should invite her to dinner,” Han snickered, wiping tears from his eyes.

Chan just sank onto the floor, head in his hands. “I need a two-hour nap and five years of peace.”

Iseul, mortified beyond repair, clutched her face. “I’m moving to the mountains,” she croaked. “I’m never coming back.”

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Chaotic parents are my roman empire because I can actually relate LMFAO. Anywhoo I'm sorry if this chapter doesn't deliver because it's 4 in the morning here and I think I'm running a fever, so I just wanted to get this over with. Comments and likes helps a ton! Stay safe!! ~Candy

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Batfam x TMA au

Bruce - Avatar of the Dark

Bruce was first marked by the Darkness when he fell into the tunnels under Wayne Manor as a child. (In canon this is when he developed a fear of bats) He doesn’t really accept the Darkness til after his parents die, after that the Darkness is the only place he’s safe from the eyes of the media. Bruce truly becomes an avatar shortly after becoming Batman though. Throughout his life he was also touched by the Desolation and the Web. (The Web tried to claim him too but the Darkness beat it to it)

Powers: His suit is literally made of shadow and he can bring shadows anywhere he goes. Lights also tend to mysteriously turn off when he’s around.

Bro is never going to be able to beat the vampire allegation now. 

Dick - Avatar of the Hunt

Dick was basically marked from the day he was born. Both because of his potential future as a talon and his never ending drive to be the best at everything he does. (I fully believe that Dick’s toxic perfectionism came from the circus not Bruce, after all, we saw what happened if even one mistake occurs during a performance) Dick would fully become an avatar after his parents died. He could already hear the Hunt calling to him before their deaths, and afterwards it was the Hunt that gave Dick the ability to break out of Juvie and the Manor to find and kill Tony Zucco. It was during this that Dick was fully turned. Throughout his life he was also touched by the Stranger. (I thought about the Flesh as well since one of its characteristics is objectification and the fear of SA probably falls under the Flesh but that felt a little to real, you can add it in if you want but it kinda feels like walking in a minefield)

Powers: He has enhanced senses, speed, stamina. He’s able to see in the dark. When he’s pissed/stressed/agitated his grows claws, fangs, and his eyes start glowing yellow. He also has a were-owl like form has only ever come out once, when he killed the Joker. (In this au he stays dead because Dick didn’t beat him to death, he ate him. The rogues have been terrified of Dick ever since.)

Barbara: Avatar of the Eye

Babs was kinda like the Gertrude Robinson of the family. Constantly around the different entities but never letting one get to her. That changed after she became Oracle. At first when she felt it she was horrified and quit being a hero to try to avoid it. But she couldn’t bring herself to abandon her second family like that and willingly became an avatar of the Eye to help them. She was also touched by the Web shortly after becoming Oracle.

Powers: She is able to see through every camera in all of Gotham and is also able to see through the eyes of the gargoyles around the city. Sometimes when all of the knowledge she’s absorbing becomes too much for her, she ducks underneath Bruce’s cape because the Darkness is only place she can get a break from the Eye.

Jason: Avatar of the Desolation

Jason wasn’t actually claimed by an entity until he died, but while in the Lazarus pit he was claimed by the Desolation. Bruce and Dick had always told him that he did not want to be an avatar, no matter how cool it might look from the outside. Jason never took their warnings seriously until he was turned himself. Now he knows how horrible it is and is horrified by the prospect of anyone else having to go through the process. When he sees Tim as Robin he makes it his mission to scare the kid away before an entity can claim him. (Little does he know that Tim had been turned long before he was ever Robin) Throughout his life Jason was also touched by the Buried and the End.

Powers: Jason burns anything he touches, the angrier he gets the hotter his skin burns. When he’s happy he’s warmer than normal but not painfully so. But when he’s angry his blood literally starts to boil in his veins as a green fire that burns in his chest heats up. Making his eyes glow green and a green glow to come from his chest and the back of his throat.

(Dick uses his body heat as an excuse to cuddle in the winter, Jason acts like he hates it but the fact that Dick’s skin isn’t melting off his bones when they touch says otherwise)

Tim: Avatar of the Lonely

Tim had only been free of the Lonely one time in his life. The day he went to Haly’s circus as child and meet Dick for the first time. After that thinking about that day was the only thing that gave him any relief from it. He was sure that if he meet Dick again it would make the Lonely go away (if only for a few minutes) and he was actually right, however by the time he really meet Dick again he has already been a full avatar of the Lonely for a few years. During his life Tim was also touched by the Eye.

Powers: Tim has the ability to trap people in a pocket dimension for as long as he wants. Time moves differently in these pocket dimensions so even though they are typically only in there for a few minutes, it feels like years. The people trapped also don’t age while in there so that they can really feel every second passing. These pocket dimensions normally take the form of a foggy open field with nothing around but it can change to be anything really, the only thing that is consistent is the fog. Tim is also able to conjure fog around him in the real world and the temperature tends to drop a few degrees when he’s around.

Steph: Avatar of the Spiral

Steph doesn’t even know when she became an avatar, though her best guess that it happened sometime after becoming Spoiler. She actually is pretty okay with the whole avatar of an unknowable horror thing and she actually kinda vibes with Micheal and Helen. Her first encounter with the Spiral though happened when she was a kid and had first run away from her father. She had saw a door that she didn’t recognize and ran in trying to hide in from her father. Instead of being afraid of the endless doors and hallways, she was just happy to be safe from her father. The Spiral basically did the ‘who is this sassy lost child’ meme before deciding that Steph was its sassy lost child. No other entities have tried to touch Steph, the Spiral wouldn’t let them.

Powers: Steph has the same powers as Micheal and Helen do, however she still looks mostly human. Lacking the knife fingers and extreme height the others have. Her body does glitch sometimes though. She can have the full avatar of the Spiral look that Micheal and Helen do but it only comes out in extreme situations, like Dick’s owl beast form. Steph, like Tim, will lock people in the Spiral for a while before letting them out.

Cass: Avatar of the Stranger

David Cain had known about the Entities before Cass was born and when she was a child he did everything in his power to make her an avatar of the Slaughter, it did not work and all of his efforts only made her the perfect person to be claimed by the Stranger. The Stranger had turned Cass in to something more resembling a life sized porcelain doll than a human. Even giving her ball joints, painted lips, and glass eyes. The Stranger had also given her a new voice box after David Cain cut her vocal cords. After becoming a bat she was also touched by the Darkness.

Powers: Cass might look like she’s made of porcelain but she is not fragile, quite the opposite actually. She’s incredibly strong and durable. And she’s able to tank a lot of damage that the others can’t. Cass is also able to change out her voice box so that she can sound like anyone she wants. The other bats always make sure that Cass has any voice box she could possibly ever need.

Damian: Avatar of the Extinction

Damian would not have become an avatar of the Extinction if his mother and grandfather hadn’t forced it on him. Both Ra’s and Talia are also avatars of the Extinction and they believed that Damian needed to be one too. If left alone he would have probably been an avatar of the Corruption, however that didn’t happen. He has also been touched by the End and the Corruption (obviously).

Powers: Unlike the others, Damian doesn’t have any powers that are useful in a fight. Instead if he concentrates on a certain species, he’s able to see what the world would look like if that species went extinct.

Duke: Avatar of the Darkness

Duke is a special case when it comes to Darkness avatars. He doesn’t hide from the light (obviously man works day shift). Instead his meta gene makes both light and dark bend to him. This makes him an incredible choice to be an avatar for the Darkness. Duke’s ability to see into other timelines had also gotten the Extinction’s attention but the Darkness suited him better. Throughout his life, Duke has also been touched by the Desolation and the Extinction.

Powers: Dukes powers don’t actually change from his canon ones, but he does get the ability to blind people.

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the necessary anguish of the Good Omens 2 finale

Ah ok. So after 4 years of waiting post Season One and ten cumulative years of bookish fannery, I watched bonified New Content of Good Omens. And when those credits rolled, I sat there, not in my expected state of pleasant satisfaction, but in a state of abject shock.

I actually don’t know if I’ve ever had such a reaction to a show before. Or, rather, that I could still have such a reaction. I’m thirty, for goodness sakes – I was planning on being thrilled and charmed and entertained, not having my hands shake so much that it was hard to type a text. I wasn’t planning on losing an entire night of sleep because my heart wouldn’t stop pounding really hard, Neil. This was not expected. I had an estate sale to run the next day – by God, I needed that sleep.

 Anyway. These are my thoughts on the season, and on this upswell of mourning/unhappiness at such a gut-wrenching ending. As always, this are my dumb opinions and nothing more; take with a grain of salt, etc. 

I have seen a lot of suffering on Tumblr today. Everyone is in pain, and it makes sense. I, too, am in pain. But I might be in the minority, because I thanked God/Mr. Gaiman when things turned to pure pain in the end. Because narratively, despite the anguish we all feel, this is how it needs to be. And I was getting real worried there for a second.

When we have a mini-series (ie, a show with a set number of seasons) it can’t act the same as a series without a set end. We’ve got three potential seasons; therefore, they logically should behave like a three-act play, or the three acts in the standard Western movie/book plot. This middle season is the middle act, the second act. While it definitely doesn’t work exactly the same way, and needs its own story arc to work as a season, it is still functionally the middle part of one overarching plot.

And what usually happens near the end of the second act? All Is Lost, and the Dark Night of the Soul.

We NEED this to happen. This is what makes a plot delicious. If we’d had this perfect, lovely, romantic season where the stakes aren’t raised one bit and everything is fixed at the end, we would want for nothing and the gorgeous tension that keeps us waiting and watching would be lost. We wouldn’t feel that drive to create fanfics and fanart, we wouldn’t have the need to speculate or dream, because most of the tension was eased, and you just can’t have that if you want a highly anticipated third season. We’d have nothing huge and concrete to look forward to.

In fact, I was getting really worried once the Ineffable Bureaucracy started happening on screen, because I could see (I thought) past that bend in the road toward the end. I could see how this season might conclude, with big happy confessions of love and hugs and handholding (that’s all I expected, because I only expected the same chaste level of affection with both angelic/demonic couples) and then…then it’d all be over. What more could there be? I mean, there certainly could be more, but THIS is the main thing people waited for. The Happy Confession. The hug. The handholding. Whatever we got. And in my mind, having it now, at the end of season two, just wasn’t adding up – it did not fit. It couldn’t. No, we can’t have this now. It doesn’t work.

I get this peculiar thing that happens when things start getting too “everything is great!” in a story. I get the “someone needs to die” instinct. Instead of pure happiness that things are going great, there’s this feeling of intense discomfort, because I feel the weight of the shoe that’s failing to drop. I need it to drop, or else it throws off my entire standard-Western-narrative-trained brain’s balance. In the build up to The Scene, when things seem to be going swimmingly and heading directly towards the happiest and syrupiest of endings, I had to pause and pace my living room and roll around on the floor to alleviate the sheer build up of stress. Things can’t go this well. They can’t. There hasn’t been enough bad things, this is too sweet, too much. Can’t handle it. This can’t just be pure wish-fulfillment at this point; Good Omens shouldn’t work that way, it never has. We’d be happy in the moment, but then it’ll ultimately be a let down. No more danger. Nothing keeping them apart. No more tension, no more story. It was all too easy.

And then, finally, that shoe dropped. After a season of mainly getting along and being just thrilled with each other, they began to really argue. Things got horrific and serious, and I literally let out a breath of relief. I was able to watch without pausing every two minutes for a breather. Ok. Things weren’t over. This wasn’t the end. We had more to wait for.

And then it went on. The confession started, but in that gorgeously wrong way. And for the first time that season, I was actually feeling the stress of the story. Yes, there was danger throughout this season, but it was always layered with humour and wit. You didn’t get a demon scene without them doing something hilariously stupid. You didn’t get an angel scene without them being delightfully out-of-touch. The stakes were high, but they weren’t allowed to get EXTREMELY high. We never thought there was any question of them getting out of scrapes unscathed, because it was never all serious.

Never…until now. There was zero humour at this point. After 6 episodes of being pleasantly delighted, I was feeling the dread. However, I still thought I knew where it was going.  

See, I thought I had it figured out. If I had any extra money, I would have bet some of it. I knew that, whilst they’d likely have some kind of subtle confession of love and caring, and perhaps a touch – a hug, or a hand-hold (like Gabe and Beez) – I knew we couldn’t expect a kiss. This is a story thirty-three years in the making, and it’s always been in that grey area. They weren’t humans; they didn’t necessarily show affection that way. Besides that, we’ve had so many TV shows that get close, but rarely ones that go all the way to smoochville. OFMD was one of the very first, but it was new. It wasn’t an old, established story from the 90s like this is. It didn’t have decades-old fans waiting with bated breath for canon content. For Good Omens, we heard it time and time again in interviews; it’s a kind of love story. They had this kind of marriage. They cared for each other. They had a bromance. It’s close, but never quite there. So I thought I knew exactly how this would go, and would be thrilled with what we got. 

And then it absolutely didn’t go that way. It went exactly as far as so many hoped. And it went there like a knife to the gut.

And it was perfect.

Goddamn, what a season ending. Despite my lack of appetite and failure to sleep, I could not be happier with what Mr. Gaiman did. I am screaming crying throwing up and I’m thrilled about it.

The middle of a story is typically what drags; it never holds the highest stakes. Lord knows what we’re going to get in season three (knocking on wood), but I can only expect it to get bigger and heavier. And by God and/or Satan, am I prepared, in this deliciously painful purgatory, to wait and see.  

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Seven Days to Fall Again | Thursday | Jeon Jungkook

Inspired by the MV "Seven" by Jung Kook ft. Latto (obvi lol) Summary: Flowers for my love. Jungkook is trying absolutely everything he can to get you back. No matter how ridiculous it might seem. Pairing: Reader x Jungkook (almost exes to lovers lol) Word Count: 3.2k (longer one this time lol) a/n: So I haven't posted anything for this series in almost a month so I'm really really sorry for that. I have so many other series going at this point that it's taken me a second to come back around and write for this one again. This one is a little bit longer to hopefully make up for it. Let me know what you think! p.s. Pretty much wrote all of this is one night so I hope it's not complete crap but I thought it was cute hehe Start from the beginning

Jungkook's visit yesterday threw me for a loop to say the least. 

I've tried to do everything in my power to make sure it doesn't get to me but no matter how many pep talks I give myself or how many times I've tried to scold myself instead, nothing works. 

I miss him, and I hate myself because of that. 

I've been able to go through my morning and most of my afternoon with radio silence from him which has been incredible for my stress levels but I can't help but feel his absence more and more as time goes by.

He was hardly ever around for the last few months of our relationship so I don't know why his presence; which I had specifically chose not to have around now almost feels more painful. 

"Maybe I just need a walk" I say out loud "Yeah a walk and some fresh air should clear everything up" I continue, trying to lie to myself in thinking that some sunshine might actually fix this. 

Walking out of my apartment and heading straight to the subway I make a decision to go to a little cafe that I used to go to with my classmates. It's been a while since I've been there and their strawberry crepes were to die for from what I remember so I think it's time I treated myself to something nice.

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Leaving the station I notice a big crowd starting to  gather around and I get a glimpse of what they're all staring at, seeing that it's some guy getting picked up off the ground and rolled out on a gurney. 

Taking a closer look, believing that I somehow know them, I feel the need to make sure they're okay but I'm stopped by the police tape they've put up. 

Once the guy's head turns towards me my eyes widen in horror seeing that it's Jungkook. "Wait! Wait! Jungkook! Wait that's my boyfriend!" I say and duck under the yellow tape not bothering to worry about the repercussions. 

When he hears my voice and opens his eyes and I see them quickly change from seeming like he had been on the edge of life and death into his big doe ones, sending me a bright smile, showing zero sighs of distress anymore and leaves me stopping in my tracks.

"CUT" I hear someone shout in the distance. "Who is this girl and why is she on my set?" the same voice say as they gradually get closer. 

"No one" I say, crossing my arms over my chest and see Jungkook give me an awkward smile in response. I scoff and don't bother listening to no doubt the director trying to speak to me and from the small bits I catch onto it sounds almost as if he wanted me to complete the scene. 

"Not interested" I mumble and walk off, ignoring their efforts to keep me there. "Baby wait!" I hear Jungkook say as he struggles to get the belt they had fastened off of him. 

I don't even bother responding and continue to make my way down the street to the cafe, praying that he won't follow me but it seems as though the universe is laughing at me because despite the growing crowd around us he still is able to keep his eyes on me. 

"Y/n wait! Please!" he yells, making sure that there's no way possible that I couldn't hear him but I choose to ignore him nonetheless. "Please Noona wait!" he continues, using a word that he knows will get a reaction out of me and my steps stutter for a second but I regain my balance seamlessly and pick up the pace seconds after. 

"Excuse me, sorry. Excuse me, thank you" I hear him say, continuing to use that loud voice letting me know that he's still on my tail but as soon as I get to a crosswalk I start to walk a bit faster, hoping to cut him off and lose him when he hopefully gets stuck waiting for the next light and luckily this time it works. 

I take a quick glance behind me to check and see him standing there catching my gaze and turning to a flower vender beside him and buying a bouquet of sunflowers, my favorite flowers during this time of year and I know he didn't just get them randomly because no matter how much I think he doesn't pay attention or care about our relationship I know he makes sure he knows the little things about me.

And that's one of the things that makes me want to take him back. 

"Y/n wait! Please" he yells and I turn around just in time to see him decide to take a risk and cross the street without waiting for the light and seconds later I hear the sound of tires screeching on the pavement and see Jungkook duck out of view. 

"Jungkook" I whisper, stopping dead in my tracks, my body totally frozen at the thought that he might've gotten hit. 

Moments later though I see the sunflowers resurface above the crowd and his head soon after that and I watch the exchange between him and the driver and then soon see him turning back to me and abandoning the conversation to start running after me again. 

"Wait!" he says and I turn on my heel to keep going, hating the fact that I've already lost the distance I had gained between us. 

I duck into a random shop in hopes that he'll somehow lose sight of me and walk right past it, losing me and hopefully letting me resume my intended relaxing day to myself. I'll just stop by the bakery instead and make my way home so I can head in the opposite way of what he probably had expected me to be going in. 

As I hear the shopkeeper welcome me I quickly return their greeting and hide behind one of their shelves, picking up a random book and holding it up to my face. Making sure it's open and covering me just enough for him not to notice, but also giving me enough visual to see him pass by and continue his search in the opposite way, just as I had planned. 

I watch as he walks past the store, frantically turning his head in all directions to see if he could finally catch sight of me again and to my delight he continues on the path he had seen me on a few minutes before. 

I let out a deep breath at the sight and put the book down, finally gaining some of that peace of mind. 

"Were you looking for anything specific dear?" the older shopkeeper asks. "No not really, I was just trying to lose my tail" I say pointing towards the window. "My ex boyfriend has been trying to get me back and he won't stop trying to talk to me so we can 'Talk things out' or whatever" I say, letting out a huge sigh, happy to get a chance to talk to someone at least a little bit. 

"Well have you given him a chance to say his piece yet?" she questions, leaving me shocked, expecting her to side with me. "Well...no, but we've gone through these sorts of problems before and I just don't want him to say something that will convince me to give him another chance again" I say, walking towards her and leaning on a shelf nearby. 

She takes a second to think before responding and says something that I was hoping she wouldn't. "You need to give him a chance to at least say something. Everyone deserves closure don't you think?" she says with a soft smile, hoping to get through to me. "Unless he's violent or something of that sort. Then he can go fuck himself" she says with a grin, already knowing that's not the case. 

I open and close my mouth a bit, not really knowing how to respond and she laughs at my reaction, loving how much she's caught me off guard. "He was the young man that just passed by with those sunflowers wasn't he?" she says with a knowing smile. "How did you-" I start out but she cuts me off with another laugh. 

"That boy had the most adorable panicked look, searching here and there as if he had lost his owner. He's quite handsome if you ask me" she say winking at me and making me blush a bit at her straightforward nature. "Give him a chance love. And if you let him go, then you let him go. Trust me, you don't want to deal with the what ifs if he stops trying" she says giving me a soft smile. 

I know she's right and I know I should at least hear him out but at this point I think it's something I've gotta work my way up to. His all or nothing attitude right now is just too much for me. 

"You're right. I'll take some time and when I'm ready I'll sit down with him to talk it all out. Thank you. Oh I'm sorry I should probably get out of your hair. Uh" I stammer at the end, feeling guilty for taking up so much of her time. 

"Um here, can I buy this?" I ask, placing a little bear with a lavender flower embroidered on it's collar on the counter, grabbing the first thing I laid eyes on. It can't be more than four inches tall with it's cute round belly and a little sun hat on it with the ears sticking through it. 

"Keep it" she say, not even bothering to offer room for discussion as she walks away from the counter. "It's full of lavender petals so keep it close and the smell will help calm you down whenever you need it. You might even want to hold it close when you're talking to that boyfriend of yours" she says with a wink and walks to the back of the store, disappearing behind a shelf, leaving me alone with my thoughts. 

I pull out my wallet and put a five dollar bill in the tip jar and take a second glance at the bear and hold it up close to my face, breathing in it's sweet and slightly musky fragrance. I smile down at it's cute little face and put it in my purse. 'I've never been in this bookstore before' I think to myself, now finally taking a second to check out the rest of the interior beyond the immediate storefront. 

I make it a note to come back here one day and return her kindness by bringing something for her to repay her not only for the bear but also for her hospitality and advice.

I take one last glance around and turn to make my way out. 

"You certainly took your time in there" I hear a familiar voice say beside me, leaving me holding my breath for a second at the scare. "Jungkook" I say placing my hand over my chest before using that same hand seconds later to wack his arm making him drop the flowers he had started to hold out for me to take. 

"Hey! What was that for?" he whines, rubbing his arm for a few seconds and picking them back up. "That's for not only scaring me just now, but also scarring me earlier today with that stupid ambulance nonsense" I say throwing my arm out towards what I now know as being a stupid movie set and when I turn back to face him all I can see is a big grin on his face. 

"Why are you smiling at me like that?" I question crossing my arms over my chest. "You know you called me your boyfriend back there right?" he says, his smile growing even wider. I scoff at the memory and don't even dignify his words with a response, turning and making my way back to the bakery just as I had intended as my plan B.

"Wait Noona please" he says and places a light grip on my arm. "What?" I spit out, turning to face him again, a look of displeasure on my face which somehow makes him smile even wider. "Can I at least walk you home?" he asks, poised in anticipation. 

Now that the shop keeper had equated him to a dog I can't help but notice how much he's been giving off golden retriever energy these past few days. Excited and begging for my attention no matter what I say.

"I'm not going home" I say pulling my arm out of his grasp but he grabs onto my hand this time instead, making me stop again, knowing that as much as I want to, I'm probably not going to get my way this time. "Can I walk you to wherever you're going then?" he questions, now completing the look with his puppy dog eyes that pull on my heartstrings every time.

"Fine" I say and he happily catches up to me after deciding to hand the flowers off to some guy and his girlfriend, knowing for a fact that I won't take them. For a second I don't even realize that he had decided to hold my hand again until he sways them back and forth a bit making me rip mine out of his grasp and opting to cross my arms over my chest instead, leaving it hard for him to try to grab onto me again. 

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Walking up to the bakery a few minutes later I stop and face him for a second hoping to shoo him away. "Okay, you can leave now" I say and take a few steps but I still feel his presence close behind me. "Why are you following me?" I ask turning around again, not amused at the fact that he's not listening to me. 

"Who said I was following you? I wanted to get something from here too! You know I like the chocolate donuts here, remember?" he says giving me a soft smile. "Fine" I mumble and reach for the door handle but before I can his hand reaches for it and opens it for me. I spare him a glare and he sends me a sweet bunny smile in return making me roll my eyes in response. 

I walk in and when he tries to do the same he notices a group of older woman making their way out and he waits to hold it open for them as well and I can't help but roll my eyes again, watching him continue to play the sweet loving gentlemen. They smile and thank him a few times in return which he responds with a smile and once they're finally out he heads inside intending to stand next to me in line but is cut off by a few people between us leaving me smiling in victory but it doesn't last long. 

"Excuse me sorry do you mind? I'm with her" he says pointing towards me leaving me widening my gaze and turning around but not fast enough for the others to notice if he's lying or not. "Yeah, sure" one of the guys says and they step aside and let him walk up to me but in the process of squeezing through he stumbles and falls into me a little bit, leaving him latching onto me, pressing me up against the wall I had been leaning against. 

"S-sorry Noona" he apologizes, ears turning red clearly embarrassed at our current position. "It's fine" I grumble and push him off of me, creating some much needed space and walking up to the counter where they're waiting for the next customer. 

"Hi can I get a raspberry donut and a ham and cheese croissant? Thanks" I say and the worker looks over at Jungkook as he is standing next to me and waits for his order. "Oh we're not, we're not together" I say tripping over my words, this being the first time I've said that in front of someone while he's standing right next to me. 

The worker looks between us and draws what I can assume is a line under my order that she's written down and then asks for Jungkook's which he orders just what he had said before, a chocolate donut. 

"Thank you" he says warmly and the worker looks between the two of us, not believing my words from before but smiles almost amused by our situation and tells us our orders will be right out before handing the paper over to the cashier where she gives me my total. 

Before I'm even able to reach for my card though I see Jungkook place his phone on the card reader to pay. 

"Hey!" I say in protest while Jungkook tells her to ring him up again for his donut as well. I decide it's useless arguing with him in public and walk off to the side to wait for our food. "I can pay for my own food" I grumble as he walks up to me. "I know, but I wanted to" he says simply and we wait in silence until they hand us our bags. 

"So where are you going now?" he asks, holding the door open for me again and jogging after me, having to hold the door for the next person again. "Home" I say and make my way to the subway entrance. "Can I walk you home?" he asks, already knowing the answer but trying anyway. 

"No Jungkook. You can't. You asked if you could walk me to wherever I was going next but that isn't an invitation to follow me around for the rest of the day. Just leave me alone." I say, the last part not as confident as the rest. "I just want to make sure you get back safely" he offers and at that my blood starts boiling. 

"I'm more that capable of taking care of myself! I don't need you to babysit me because last time I checked I was the one that was older than you" spit out at him, pressing a finger on his chest. Getting more and more irritated with every breath and watch as his eyes get wide, surprised by my sudden hostile nature. 

"I'm s-sorry I didn't think tha-" "And that's exactly what your problem is. You don't think about what I want or even what I don't want. Now will you please leave me alone? I don't want to deal with this today and I don't want you to follow me" I say, punctuating my words so it'll get through his thick skull. 

He opens his mouth to respond but I cut him off again before he makes me even more upset. "Don't" I say and walk away, throwing my food away in the nearest trashcan and descend down the step into the subway station, hoping and praying he doesn't follow me. 

This time around though the universe smiles down at me, granting my wishes but leaves behind a broken and beaten down Jungkook, truly trying to figure out how everything went so wrong. 

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[mortish-writes]

I gotta say I'm interested in how you are going to write the pregnancy and baby plot lines down the line as while you did say your going to take the birth givers personal perspective, I'm excited to see how far this rabbit hole goes. Most romance books I've seen (there's probably good pregnancy romance books out there but I haven't found it.) Either goes three ways.

One way: Wow lover of mine we are so in love that we must make a physical representation of our joy and love! Then boom mc is pregnant and goodbye character development because wow this baby is so cute and mc your a mom now so forget your hobbies and interests and anything that makes you interesting to read your a mom!

Two: Some time shenanigans later MC meets her future child or the children are magical toddlers or some combination of both.

Three: Mc or love interest is already a parent just widow so they already done the hardest part of feelings that come with pregnancy so MC is either heavily pregnant around the times she is ready to go to labor or already got three kids running around and male love interest is here to be the dad that step up or opposite where male love interest is sexy single father who needs a loving woman (or man because I've read gay romances) to help them care for their rebellious child making their family whole once more.

None of these options are bad but for me I hardly read the stressful and dark parts of pregnancy that are actually interesting. (I'm not a mom and don't want to have children at my own choice but I can't say I don't find stories with it interesting.) Like for example morning sickness that's not just morning sickness, or sometimes not feeling happy being pregnant, the new body changes, the stretch marks, the mood swings, the cravings and always feeling like you gotta pee, sometimes feeling helpless when before you could do things independently, etc.

Most books take away the pregnant person agency (I also read mpreg.) either for drama purposes or the fact the baby is so much more exciting so it's always sad to me because the pregnant person is more than just the baby carrier and should still have their personality and journey on their way to be more than just a mom or dad or parent.

A fourth and my personal most-hated: Oops, protagonist finds out she's accidentally pregnant and the father was a jerk to her in the last scene so she's just going to hide the pregnancy until their kid is like ten, then they're going to get back together and live happily-ever-after and guess what he's such a good dad, yay! Um, no, you all need therapy, not a second-chance romance arc.

On a serious note, pregnancy can be a really harrowing experience and a lot of people don't talk about it. I attended a weekly expectant mother's group and it was just an hour of us talking about birth defects, career anxieties, and all the ways our babies might die. I think a lot of that gets cut out of romance novels because it's just a little too real and can detract from the overall romantic vibe of the story. I intend to touch on the darker aspects, but probably not in gritty detail.

The main aspects I intend to explore in Bride of Shadows, at least in regards to pregnancy, is how the MC can learn to love a child that she didn't necessarily want and is growing in a body that isn't technically her own, as well as how her pregnancy and impending parenthood affect her partners. There will still be a lot of other stuff going on, but it will definitely color the narrative going forward once everyone finds out.

[periru3]

I feel like some Buddie shippers are out here feeling really good after that episode, and I do understand why, I get that we're living our best Abby-parallels, hurt-comforty lives and there's gonna be even more fic about Buck being profoundly emotionally unwell while living in Eddie's house and it isn't that I'm not here for that..... but also I am mostly out here feeling DEEPLY annoyed with Eddie's stupid life choices and bitchiness in a way I certainly wouldn't be if it weren't clear that the show thinks all his bad choices are good choices and Buck's the one being unreasonable.

Like, I think the show wants us to empathize with Buck. But also he's the one who ends up having to sort of just get over his issues and go be there for Eddie without Eddie ever apologizing or acknowledging that it's reasonable for Buck to feel hurt about this. Eddie only gives him the most half assed "you think I like this anymore than you do?" and "don't ask me to chose between you and my son cause you'll lose every time" when Buck has never asked him to do that and also Eddie has not done anything to show Buck that he will legitimately miss him. Cause he's allergic to displays of emotional intimacy with Buck in any form other than sharing his son with him. Like, truly it was hard for me to derive any shippy satisfaction from this episode when Eddie was just legitimately being a dick to Buck. I do deep down have to believe that Eddie is going to miss Buck a LOT, whether for gay reasons or just cause Buck is the second most important person in his life whether or not he admits it, but what was actually in this episode just felt, for once, like watching an emotionally unavailable straight guy (a thing I truly never think of Eddie as) revealing that he actually does just give less of a shit about Buck than Buck does about him and that he kind of takes Buck for granted and thinks he's being too much about how much he cares about Eddie - like, "I trust and care enough about you to write you into my will as my son's guardian if I die, but actually you're being weird by having an emotional reaction to me leaving you and not even acting sad about it." And I found that profoundly un-fun to watch.

Anyway, I think this plotline would be annoying me a hell of a lot less if the show wasn't clearly on Eddie's side. Like if he was acting this way and making these choices but people were questioning it at all like "hey are you sure you want to leave your extensive support system and life you like in LA? Are you positive that's completely necessary? Have you talked to Chris about this, and if not have you considered that that might be repeating some of the tendencies that got you in this mess? Have you considered taking some time off work and getting an Airbnb in Texas? Have you considered that Chris is 14 and giving him space is great and totally reasonable but letting him chose to fully move to Texas is maybe a bit much and not actually normal?" I might be fine with all this cause it would be forcing Eddie to confront his issues! But instead the show seems extremely determined for us to believe this IS what he has to do and what is best for himself and his family, but if they want me to believe that they really really need to show me just one single scene of Eddie actually talking to Chris about coming home and Chris telling him point blank he won't. But they haven't, so it just feels completely insane that everyone is acting like Eddie is making the obviously right call and they're all thrilled for him. What even was the point of the priest if he's gonna continue to be this way oh my god???

Anyway that episode has me so stressed and irritated with Eddie and generally with the writing of this whole plot line. Thrilled we're back, but god I am ready for this shit to be resolved, ideally in a way that involves Chris and Eddie back from Texas and actually addressing Eddie's damn issues.

[xrenjunniesx]

when they join you at the library

you go the library to study, but your boyfriend joins you! the only problem is that he has nothing to do at the library.

bf!nct dream

mark

he kind off joined you impulsively. so with 48% charged phone and dying AirPods, he will use the first half of your study session just listening to music. when you take a break, he is literally so excited to talk to you, just because he is honestly growing bored. once his airpods die and his phone is on its death bed, he may just stare at you for a bit before deciding a nap might be good. if you asked for help, he won’t be much help unless you explain the whole thing and by then you might even figure out the answer yourself, but he will try to help you as best as he can!

renjun

as soon as you start studying, he stands up and is gone for like an hour. he is touring the whole library, looking at every section and all the books. he comes back with at least two books and reads them. if he didn’t have a library card before, he has one now. he will borrow those books under his name and join you every time you go the library just so he can read. he will help you with your work but if he doesn’t understand it, he will just google it.

jeno

he actually stays quiet for the moment you got in. he only really speaks when you spoke to him, otherwise he is just on his phone. if you ask for him, he immediately has google up. however, he may get so bored that he tries to learn whatever you are learning. if he does do that, he will try to help you to complete the work faster. otherwise, he may be taking a nap to make time pass by faster.

haechan

how much he talks will be like waves. at the start he is just quietly talking about something that happened but when you tell him you actually want to study, he goes quiet. for like… 30 minutes. he distracts himself with his phone most of the time, if not then he is just staring at the wall. if you asked for help, he is more than happy to try and help you. he may end up distracting you so much that you two have to leave the library because all of a sudden you two were unable to contain your laughter.

jaemin

he doesn’t even try to be distracting, he just is. at first it was fine, but when you got bored of the work for like a split second, you look up at him and just… didn’t do work again. he doesn’t distract you, but once you start talking to him, he won’t stop talking to you until you stop. he is there just for the vibes and the calm atmosphere. if you asked him for help he will help you as best as he can, even doing some of your research and summarising it for you if it means helping you complete your work faster.


chenle

he was a pain to sit next to at first. he just wanted to talk, and kept asking questions about the work. you tried to answer them but within thirty minutes you had only written down one sentence, but had managed to tell chenle the whole topic. “if you know what you’re doing, then why are you studying?” “it’s an assignment chenle, I have to do it.” he goes quiet when you ask him too. he won’t really be much help but if you start getting stressed he will immediately take your work away from you and start trying to do it himself to give you a break.

jisung

he felt awkward at first. just sitting there next to you as you diligently did your work. he tried to talk to you quietly but you kept turning him down, reminding him that you needed to get this done. he ends up getting up and exploring the library. he picks up a random book and sits next to you, reading it. he grows bored of it quickly and ends up just going on his phone. if you asked for help, he won’t really be able to help much but he does try!

[maspers]

Ranking the Miracucast by how good of a Doctor Who Companion they'd be.

Marinette: She'd be great at it, but she would also hate it and just want it to be over. She's tired and has no time for this shenaniganry. Please give her this chance to not be involved. 5/10

Alya: Would have SO MANY QUESTIONS. Could do very well, but I can see her veering dangerously close to Adam Mitchell territory. Careful there, Alya. 7/10

Adrien: Yes. 10/10

Nino: I think he'd be a decent TARDIS passenger, but he's the type that'd be part of an ensemble. Wouldn't work as well as a solo companion. 4/10

Chloe: Sorry Chloe fans, but no. The Doctor can pull a redemption arc out of anyone, but they also have no patience for bullcrap. It's just not happening no matter how much I want it to. 1/10

Sabrina: I think she would be great, but the fandom would not like her as a companion. 6/10

Mylene: Yeah, she would not like it. 0/10

Ivan: If Mylene isn't going, then neither is he. 0/10

Rose: Would be absolutely hilarious due to her name alone. Accompanying a Classic Doctor might be better for her. 7/10

Juleka: I don't care what you say she would be excellent and the fandom would love her. Ironically would probably fit better with a NuWho Doctor. 10/10

Kim: The Doctor does not want Kim in the TARDIS. Kim has been in the TARDIS at least once, and the Doctor has vowed that it will be the last time. They're wrong. 4/10

Max: The Doctor would ADORE Markov. Max would be Markov's plus one. 7/10 by proxy

Alix: Pretty sure she already is a companion. Like. In canon. We haven't seen it but it's definitely happened, fight me. Alix/10

Nathaniel: I want to say he'd be great but in my heart I know he would be Very Stressed. Definitely would not want to travel with the Doctor, but would keep getting dragged along by his friends. The fandom would love him though. 5/10

Lila: As she is now? Absolutely not. The Doctor would despise her. -10/10, BUUUUUUT if she was picked up before Volpina (or pre-Chameleon at the latest) I think she could be redeemed like in the Scarlet Lady AU. She would be hilarious. She gives me Turlough vibes. If the Doctor can deal with Turlough and Missy then he can deal with Lila. She has the potential to be unique and have an interesting character arc compared to other companions, and let's be honest NuWho needs something unique and interesting. 8/10

Luka: Like Nino, he works better as part of ensemble. Would be an excellent supporting character for Marinette or Juleka if they were companions, or maybe be a very cool Oneshot Companion like Wilf. 3/10

Kagami: The Doctor would have their work cut out for them, because Kagami is a "stab first ask questions later" person and the Doctor doesn't vibe with that normally. Neither The Doctor nor Kagami would be happy with this arrangement. So naturally Kagami's sole season would be one of the best in the entire show. 9/10

Marc: He would travel with either the Second or Thirteenth Doctors. He would do wonderfully, but his seasons would definitely be more focused on the Doctor than Marc himself. Sorry Marc. 7/10

Ondine: Is too busy keeping Kim out of trouble. And as stated previously, the Doctor does not want Kim in the TARDIS. 2/10

Felix: I just don't think it would work. Felix could definitely be a major recurring character, but somehow I can't really see him actually being a companion proper. He does get bonus points for being British. Perhaps instead of being a companion he spends his free time annoying Torchwood. 3/10

Zoe: She'd be great. But the universe would be Very Cruel to her. People will die, and she will not be happy about it. 8/10

[grxmreaperx]

ive been stuck in the airport for 8 hours and awake for 29 hours so i have deleriously begun thinking of domestic Mark Hoffman on a vacation.

To me he definitley screams airport dad, he’s holding everyones passports and boarding passes, he’s weighing everyones bags , quadruple checking everyone has everything they need and the whole kit and caboodle. but on the flip side the second yall are actually in the plane in the air he becomes normal cocky Mark Hoffman again, whispering in your ear about joining the mile high club and honestly probably doing it lolllll ,, his hand permanently gripping your thigh or having you sleep on his shoulder

anyway thats the end of my delusional rambles about my fav psycho bastard <33

ok this is so fucking funny and i haven't been able to stop thinking about it since this hit my inbox so have some headcanons (might make this into a full goofy fic at some point we'll see)

first off, i hope you get some sleep soon!!

domestic Hoffman has me WEAK

he gets so stressed

"did you pack this?" "did you pack this?" "did you pack this?"

"for FUCKS sake Mark why don't you just pack?"

has to be at the airport like 8 hours early

wears the most outrageous Hawaiian shirts he can find

i have a headcanon that he dresses fairly darker on his days off (probably old band tshirts type of look) but on vacation this man would look like a stereotypical tourist

i'm just imagining you and Mark going on a vacation with all of the other apprentices (and Adam because i said so)

he's considered putting one of those kiddie leases on Adam because he always wanders off

the only person he doesn't yell at for walking too slow is John

he and Amanda are fighting because she tried to bring a knife through the metal detectors and now you're all stopped by security and he's worried you're going to miss your flight (it's four hours away)

the only people he doesn't get annoyed with are you and Lawrence (who he has put in charge of Adam)

"Amanda did you pack sunscreen for John? I don't want to listen to either of you complain if he gets burnt"

"babe i'm gonna kill them, someone is not making it on that plane."

he's internally screaming when Amanda and Adam start playing monkey in the middle with his wallet cause they're bored

"John control your children for fuck's sake"

"Lawrence would you control your boy toy my GOD"

you, John, and Lawrence are just sitting, patiently waiting to board the plane and watching Mark die a little inside

definitely said he would "turn this car around" at least once when you were on your way to the airport

once you're on the plane (and you've made sure he's not sitting next to Amanda or Adam) he's back to normal

absolutely makes a joke about you two joining the mile high club

(and you probably do if we're being honest)

will not stop whispering things in your ear just to entertain himself

Adam makes fun of you later after he saw you both sneaking out of the bathroom

you try and convince him to sleep on the plane ride but he refuses

it starts all over again once the plane lands

"babe someone is not going to make it to the hotel why didn't we just come by ourselves"

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[bunni-v1]

Congrats for 500 followers! If it’s alright, could I have A, G, J, K, P, and S from the sfw prompt list for Idia? Thanks!

🍓Thank you so much! I'm happy to have so many people who like me so much! This event is good practice for me too, and a breather from the intensity of the fic I'm writing right now. (I'm more excited to write for Idia than anything else, he's just so silly, you know?)

A - Affection: Idia is quite a nervous wreck when it comes to affection, that's for sure. Up until getting into a relationship, he thought the couples that were all mushy-gushy with each other were gag-worthy. However, now that he's in a relationship he's desperately craving that same kind of touch. He's like a feral cat, you've gotta coax him into it, and once he's into it he won't want to stop. Seriously, if you catch him at a good time he's so damn clingy. Lays on top of you, have you sit in his lap while he games, cuddles up to you during movie marathons, smothers you in kisses, all the nasty stuff. He'd rather die than be seen doing it in public though.

G - Gentle: Believe me or not, Idia is very gentle. Yeah, he's sarcastic and sharp with other people, but with you he's different. I mean, he's still... sarcastic and sharp, but it's playful and light. He's having fun and he's trying to make you smile, and that's his form of being gentle. If you were ever really hurt by something he said he might just have to end it all. Seriously, it would make him feel so bad, that he'd be groveling at your feet for weeks. Physically, however, I'd say he's gentle but really clumsy. He treats you like the most expensive piece of jewelry in the world, but he also has accidentally almost suffocated you under his weight at some point.

J - Jealousy: Idia is the most jealous man you've ever met. ("You know other men?") He's got an inferiority complex mixed with imposter syndrome and depression, leave him alone. He's not going to force you to stop hanging out with people by any means -- in fact, he's kinda jealous that you have so many friends in the first place. Still, he huffs and puffs and pouts about how much better they would be for you and how much happier you'd be with them. Again he won't act on anything unless he REALLY felt threatened. Like, if Vil ACTUALLY made a move on you? Game Over, Idia is running from his room to intervene.

K - Kisses: Just like everything else, Idia is an AKWARD kisser. It's not his fault he's so anxious, okay, he's doing his best. Idia's specialty, however, is lazy kisses. You know, the ones where you just lay next to each other early in the morning (in his case, late at night), and just kiss slow and easy, like there's nothing else more important. Those are his faves. Speaking of, he LOVES to kiss your cheeks -- you're just so cute when he catches you off guard. It's the same for him, your little surprise kisses on his cheeks may send him into a heart attack, but he does love them so much.

P - Patience (how easily angered are they?): He has a temper, that's for sure. While it's rarely ever directed at you, it can be kind of scary to see him rage. I mean, his hair literally turns orange and flames up -- and damn is it hot when he's angry. Still, his temper only really applies to things like games or tv shows, rarely would he ever have a reason to aim it at you, unless you destroyed his limited edition merch or something.

S - Security (how protective are they?): Idia is a VERY protective person. He's been through a lot, and he's lost a lot, now that he has you he won't be losing you. He texts you constantly throughout the day to see how you are feeling, and what you're up to. If you're stressed, you are always free to come to his dorm and raid his room for all the comfy blankets and yummy snacks you need. He also literally keeps an eye on you from the campus security feed -- if he sees someone bothering you, either he or Ortho will be there within seconds to ensure you're happy and safe. On the other hand, you standing up for him and making him feel like he's worthy of your love and all the good things he has is all he ever wants. It's all he needs.

[campbell-rose]

Helluva Rewrite: Millie

Okay, i dropped my phone in water and was so scared i'd ruined it, but thank the gods it was fine. Though it's fucked so i'm going to post all the IMP redesigns in short order before it dies and i lose them forever. Onto Millie!

I wanted Millie to read as a country girl. I remember being like ‘oh, that’s her voice?’ when I watched the first episode, because for some reason it just didn’t match her design for me. I considered giving her back the white splotch in her hair, but decided to change imps and give fem imps white horns. I’ve got two guesses for why it was removed: 1) she was originally trans and it was changed 2) the dimorphism of imps was thought of after the pilot. Either way, I like it. I suppose the explanation for this version since her horns are fem is she might have been born intersex?

I wanted her and Moxxie to contrast in their designs, as such she’s wearing less while he’s fully covered, she’s tall he’s short, etc... Now, as a Wrath imp, she has a darker skin tone and has spikes on her body.

Now, as a character, i'll build off of what the show has given us.

Supposedly Millie is secretly very insecure? From leaks she’s like willing to die because she thinks she’s holding Moxxie back and in Unhappy Campers she had that whole breakdown. Now, I think this actually could’ve been built up a bit.  

In the rewrite, Millie is the youngest of her five siblings and the second girl. Now, from the bat lets make her a bit of a drain on the family. They hadn’t planned for her birth, and it was another child her parents had to take care of with limited money. She picked up on this when she was little, realizing that her parents often cut corners and struggle, and she perceives this as her fault. This ties into how she mentions her family going to Loo Loo Land, except in this it was once and was specifically for her birthday. She knows her parents had saved up for months to afford the trip and feels innate guilt for it. Boom insecurity explained. 

Now, in this Millie meets Blitzo first. They bump into one another once Millie moves away from the Wrath Ring to Pride to try and alleviate her parents’ stress. During this time Millie has been working as an assassin for a couple months and ends up bumping into Blitzo who was hired by a different person to kill the same target. This would be during Blitzo’s attempt to start his business in hell killing demons. They fight for a bit, then realize ‘oh wait... let’s work together!’ so Millie was the first to join IMP. 

Millie trains endlessly. When she isn’t doing her job, she’s at the gym. She is constantly striving to be the best because her parents pitted her and her siblings against one another (unknowingly, with things like the harvest festival). As a person she is very observant and emotionally intelligent. She is very kind and loves conversation. She also is very tight with money, and very appreciative of any gifts she receives because she grew up with little. She treasures things genuinely and is just all around a very genuine girl. 

Now, other than fighting, she is fairly mediocre at anything else, due to the culture of Wrath mainly being kill or be killed and you have to be tough. One hobby and talent she does have and is working on is singing, something she shares with Moxxie and works as something they can do together. Millie loves to play guitar and sing and is constantly striving to improve. On the topic of Moxxie, Millie loves him deeply and wants only the best for him and some part of her feels like she isn’t enough. 

All around I want this Millie to come off as a very confident and genuine person, trying her best to push down the deep feeling within her that she is a drain on everyone around her. So when people start showing her with praise rather than screaming in agony she is enthralled. She loves the cheers of crowds, as it was often Sallie Mae getting cheered on during the Harvest Moon Festival while Millie was always second best. She wants that kind of adoration and acknowledgement. 

That’s it. Gotta work on finishing Blitzo and Moxxie rn

[iamjackstylerdurden]

ok but dennis’s hands shaking late at night while texting mac as johnny and he tells himself its bc the room is cold or hes stressed but its actually bc its getting more and more difficult to know where dennis ends and johnny begins. when johnnys texting mac all the things he loves about him but its really everything dennis loves about mac. and when mac texts all the things he loves about johnny its all the things he loves about dennis. because dennis made johnny just like him. he wants to be caught by mac because he cant catch himself. he knew from the start it wasnt sustainable. that wasnt the flaw in his plan, it was the climax

when he sees mac texted “gn ily” and for a second he prays mac sent it to his number and not johnnys. but he knows mac didnt bc mac already confessed and dennis said no. so macs trying to move on. when mac texts that and for a brief second dennis debates texting mac “i love u too” from his real number. he knows mac is in his bedroom. he wonders, if he did, how long it would be before he hears footsteps making their way to his door. what would be the first thing mac says as he makes eye contact with johnny for the first time

or when he sends mac to the motel and he sits outside of what he knows for a fact to be macs room. johnny texting excuses as to why hes not there while dennis is just feet away from the door. maybe once or twice he gets his hand on the handle before pulling back. the cold metal burning his skin like holy water hitting a demon (despite nothing about this being holy). sitting in his car in front of the window begging mac to look out the window. to see him. to recognize him. to make the first move bc dennis sure as hell cant

but he never texts “i love you” from his real number and mac never looks out the window and dennis never opens the door. so hes left there knowing exactly where mac is and a pretty good idea of what hes doing but never getting to be as happy as mac. bc mac is texting a fake man hes convinced hes going to have while dennis is texting the very real man hes convinced hes never going to have

always telling himself tomorrow. tomorrow he’ll go to macs bedroom or motel room and confess. lay out his soul and affection. but he can never make tomorrow happen. then mac has to go and tell everyone about johnny. and suddenly its real. mac is in schrodingers box and unknowingly blows it open and the universes collide. text mac and irl mac are one and dennis cant handle it so he doesnt get his grand confession. he gets his exasperated “i am him” but theres people around. he could maybe get his soul out in front of one person (one specific person) but not here at the bar in front of an audience (even if that audience is only one or two people)

so it ends. johnny doesnt exist (at least physically) and now mac knows. everyone pushes it behind them as some scheme abruptly ended as usual. no one pokes or prods at it too much bc why would they. so now that johnnys gone mac isnt tethered to anyone anymore and dennis has to sit through as mac uses his own system against him. so he has to make another elaborate private tactic because being another person is the closest dennis has ever got to being true to himself and mac. dear god he couldnt get anyones help with this because again, his soul only has room for one person. if he doesnt start something else this feeling with sit and sit and fester then die. he already has enough dead things inside of him and one more might start having consequences. he wonders if this is how mac felt all those years. if macs feelings festered and died. maybe he’ll never know

[the-violet-galaxy]

I don’t want Old Moon to come back to life -- and I REALLY hope this arc doesn’t end with him being alive again, in any capacity.

In my opinion, bringing Old Moon back to life would be a terrible decision for everything, on all narrative fronts.

It’s true a lot of characters come back to life in TSAMS. When Lunar died, him getting resurrected was part of the story from the beginning (Monty located part of his nanomachine body and started work right away). Solar coming back to life has been a key point of this arc. Etc

But Old Moon's death was permanent. The story was that it couldn’t be undone.

So much of the story, angst, and arcs (New Moon’s entire life; Sun in so much pain from losing his brother) centered around Old Moon being gone for good.

What made Old Moon’s death so impactful WAS that it was permanent. He made the choice to die and Sun would never see him again. He would never meet Earth or bond with Lunar or Solar. The whole painful denial of closure.

But -- to be able to just… BRING HIM BACK TO LIFE, it cheapens everything. It retroactively makes everything, all the angst and character development involving the memory of Old Moon, lose what made it so good. (And now knowing it was possible from the very beginning??? Doubly so. So many sad moments are tainted knowing that Monty was sitting off to the side, awkwardly whistling and twiddling his thumbs.)

Because the story was written this way, bringing Old Moon back is one of those things that shouldn’t be touched. Some characters need to die and stay dead.

(I was even hesitant when Monty first brought up that Moon could talk to his old self. I was worried this meant Old Moon was still “technically alive”, which would lead to the cheapening of things. But, when they said Old Moon was just an “instinctual copy”/comatose at all times, I was a little reassured; that was manageable. The show even stressed that Old Moon wasn’t actually alive; Monty said it plainly that he couldn’t take over, he was just an instinctual copy. New Moon himself said “he knows he’s dead. He knows he's isn't going to come back.”

So…

Why are we playing with the idea of him coming back now!? After all that!?

And bringing him back wouldn’t FIX anything. Not for Sun or the family --

Recently, Sun disowned New Moon, and started talking about how toxic Old Moon really was towards him.

And we saw how Old Moon acted while comatose. Even in DEATH, Old Moon didn’t really want to change who he was or how he behaved. He even says he’s afraid of talking to Sun because of what he might say. If he won’t change after experiencing death, he is probably never going to. If he comes back, he’ll most likely go right back to being the exact same asshole.

And we know that Sun has developed enough to finally not take it. He would NOT let Old Moon treat him like that anymore. He is willing to cut a toxic family member out of his life.

So, what -- would the story just bring Old Moon back, have him be the same asshole that Sun has moved beyond, and then have Sun put his foot down and do a second disownment? I just don’t see the point in that.

Even if something really dumb happens, like Old Moon is given a SECOND BODY so that there are both Moons at the same time… are they just gonna have Old Moon be exiled from the family and become a drifter side character out in the world, who only shows up to cameo once in a while? That would not be satisfying --  and I doubt Old Moon would be happy being away from the family, seeing how the show hammers in how his family is the only thing he cares about.

(And you can’t have him hanging around as a permanent member of the cast alongside New Moon – you’d have to juggle two Moon characters, which just seems like a HUGE headache for everyone and could get confusing for the viewers trying to keep who is who straight. I’m sure that acting for two Moons in every scene would also be a pain in the ass for the voice actors. Plus, New Moon is just THE MOON of The Sun and Moon Show now; are they going to alternate between which Moon is doing the gaming videos??? That’d be a mess.)

(The only other option is to fuse both Moons into Moon-V.3. which is. Please no. We’ve already had a Moon reset, and this would essentially be the same thing, creating a whole new person. It’s redundant, we’ve done that before. Please do something else.)

New Moon is a real piece of work right now and I don't like this arc, but this is his story to conclude. Not Old Moon's. New Moon has to deal with the repercussions of what he's done to the family (and it's looking like Dark Sun has been controlling him or nudging his personality, so he might not be as guilty as we initially thought; we'll have to see the extent of how much control Dark Sun had). New Moon has to face the consequences of his actions himself. In a way, Old Moon ran away from his consequences when he let himself die, he never had to face up to what he did or atone with his own hands; New Moon needs to stay and face what he's done in this story, he needs to face what happened to the family. Even if it's revealed it's not entirely his fault, he needs to stay. (If he does stay, he will actually be better than Old Moon, who ran away.)

If Old Moon HAS to come back, there’s just one way I can think of that I’d want it to go, but this is already long enough, so I’ll save it for later. I just wanted to throw my opinion out here.

TLDR: I don’t want Old Moon to come back to life AT ALL because it will cheapen the story and his death, and if he comes back to life there’s no satisfying place for him.