#I started with a thousand just to be true to the saying but that was obviously low

[the-fanss]

Threads - Part 1

Saja boys x Soulmate! Reader

Ever since I can remember, I have been able to see threads connecting people to each other. Jokingly as a child I would always call them 'the string of fate' but maturing is realizing that nothing like that was true. Everyone is connected in one way or another and the brighter the color, the stronger the connection to the person. Idols have thousands or millions of faint threads connected to them which is something I'm used to seeing nowadays especially working as an event manager for music shows.

"The girls just finished their last song and should be coming below stage in just a moment, make sure to have water at the ready." I say talking into a small earpiece. Bobby standing next to me checking social media numbers and getting giddy about the girls' amazing show clips on tiktok. Bobby works hard but the fans work harder.

"The show went very well despite the delayed start" I say to Bobby and he looks up from his phone.

"It really did! I am so sorry for the delay earlier but the entrance was spectacular -" He starts then the elevator opens revealing the girls who are on a energy high. "Did somebody say water? Water Now!" Bobby says and immediately the girls are given water.

"Good work ladies, it's always a pleasure working with you" I say following along with the girls they all three turn and Zoey hugs onto me happy to see me again.

"(Reader) it's been so long! We haven't seen you since last tour, you've been so busy." Zoey cries hugging onto my arm. I've worked closely to them for the past 5 years since their debut and it's been a pleasure and working in this field I have met enough idols who are very entitled; thankfully the girls haven't let the fame get to their heads too much... besides not taking breaks.

"I'm so sorry Zoey, things have been crazy with scheduling events. You guys are about to be on break after tonight so how about we do something then?" I respond smiling slightly.

Zoey perks up at that and me saying that catches Mira and Rumi's attention as well. "Would you be open to going to the bathhouse or a movie night at ours?" Mira asks letting exhaustion seep through a bit.

"Yeah please have a movie night with us (Reader) we haven't seen you in forever" Rumi starts seeming to be in a very energetic mood despite having just performed.

"Well I can send you guys my free time so we can set something up" I say laughing a bit. "But I have to go now and make sure everyone leaves the stadium and head home."

"Bye (Reader)!" All of them say as I walk away and I wave saying goodbye to the girls and Bobby.

Finally done, I can finally relax at home and not have to worry about any fans or managers trying to schedule music events or anything of the sort. 'I should take a small vacation' I think to myself walking to a corner store to get a small treat after working hard the past week. It is the start of summer so a bunch of idol groups are debuting and releasing albums for a "hot summer song" and because of that I've been working overtime many nights and just need a break at this point.

Leaving the store I am just scrolling through my phone while walking and I accidentally bump into someone's shoulder causing me to drop my phone and managing to throw the other person off balance a bit. "Oh my god I am so sorry... sir.." I say trailing off as I look up and see that the person in front of me is fairly attractive. Light blue hair, baby face, twink build, but very sharp eyes. However, what caught my eyes at first sight is that he doesn't have threads... none at all. None that are faint in color or anything, just nothing. He looks at me sort of in a daze and shakes himself out of it as if he remembered something.

"Yeah pay more attention next time" He says and starts walking off,

It does take me by surprise a bit but whatever, the people you meet at night on the street won't always be the nicest. Shaking off the interaction is easy but shaking off the fact that there were no threads is harder, that isn't normal. It's as if he is a clean slate of nothing. Maybe he just moved to the area but even then he would still have faint ties...

As I walk away I don't notice the man's eyes following me as I am lost in thought about the very brief interaction. Nor do i notice how there is a change in his eyes, a very brief flash of gold and slits.

DING

"Rumi... do you not know what a break is?" I say rolling my eyes at a notification on my phone about Huntrix releasing a song just now.

~Elsewhere~

"Jinu.. something interesting happened." A blue haired man says walking into a building that most definitely was not theirs earlier that night.

"How interesting is interesting" A man who is only half paying attention to the bluenette who just barged into their apartment with no warning.

"A woman bumped into me while I was out trying to figure out where you want to show us off and she smelled... off." That caught Jinu's attention. "Off how?" Jinu asked more so worried about someone catching them right off the bat.

"She had a human smell but the smell was earthly sweet in an addicting way."

"Baby, we have to stay focused. Humans smell, we are just going to have to get used to it." Jinu says relaxing a bit relieved that nothing had actually happened. However, Baby couldn't get the interaction out of his head.

Notes: Hi everyone! Thank you for reading the first chapter of this series. I have plans and I promise things are going to get moving soon. This was more so to get you familiar with you as the main character. If you want to be tagged or leave feedback please feel free to! -Luka

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[fromiftowhen]

hey i saw your anon post about abbot and mel headcanons, do you have any for fluffy kingdon?

like proposal & wedding day vibes?

Oh, I absolutely do!!! Here are just a few fluffy Kingdon headcanons, specifically about their proposal/engagement/wedding day.

Frank knows he loves Mel fourteen minutes into their second date, when Tanner FaceTimes him crying about a lost stuffed animal and Mel not only insists he answer but then spends twenty minutes of their dinner date helping Frank find a replacement on eBay.

(That's a lie. He realizes he loves her, and maybe has for awhile, five days before he asks her out, when she tells him no one else could have saved the patient they were working on together and then repeats herself very clearly, "no one else could have," when he scoffs. It's not true, because she did the actual saving, but he's not sure anyone else has ever believed in him like Mel does.)

He knows he wants to marry her during their first argument, if you can call it that, which is about whether or not Frank can say he's read a book that he actually just listened to an in-depth podcast about. The answer is no, even he can admit that, but the ferocity that Mel levels at him, like it's an insult to the book itself, is so sexy he actually forgets his half-assed argument. He wants to not even actually argue with her for the rest of his life.

He knows Mel doesn't like surprises in her personal life. And an engagement is a pretty damn big one. So he plans to bring the idea up slowly, which is unusual for him. But she beats him to it, late one night while they're getting ready for bed after a long, hectic shift. "My patient today, he's been married for 53 years. He and his wife were so sweet together." "That's really nice," he tells her, carefully. "It is. I think I'd like that, being known so well for so long," she whispers.

He takes Santos ring shopping with him. He picked Abby's ring out alone, because it was the height of COVID and she was ridiculously pregnant, and she always not-so-secretly disliked it. Santos and Mel are close enough that he knows she knows Mel, but Santos also still dislikes him juuust enough to tell him the god's honest truth. The salesperson asks if the ring is for Santos, and she fakes puking on the glass case, and then tells him that none of the rings are Mel. He'd think it was just to annoy the salesperson, but she's right. None of the rings at any of the stores are right.

He can't find the right ring or figure out the right way to propose with a nonexistent ring, which honestly, with anyone else, would feel like a huge flashing field of red flags to him. But then... Mel's halfway into her scrubs on a Thursday morning, calling out "don't forget to take your vitamins!" to Becca in the kitchen, as she ties her scrub pants, and excitedly telling him about this paper that Abbot asked her to coauthor, and it's just such a normal, happy morning and he thinks, fuck, I want 53 years of mornings just like this, and it just comes out. "I want to marry you," he says, and it's not a question, it's just a statement of utter fact, and it takes her a full fourteen seconds to stop what she's doing and stare at him. "I... well, okay. It's Thursday... Are you asking me to marry you while I'm half-naked on a Thursday?" "I didn't technically ask," he laughs. "But yeah. Do you want me to ask when you have your top on?" She shakes her head and his heart sinks, but then she's kissing him, kissing him, kissing him in a way she never has half-dressed on a Thursday morning, and when she finally pulls back, they're both teary-eyed and laughing. (He never actually asks. She never actually says yes. They don't need formalities like that. He doesn't need to ask a question she's already silently answered a thousand times. Forever is forever no matter when or how it starts.)

He does kinda feel bad about the ring though, but it just takes one quiet conversation later that night to figure it out. "I don't want you to spend money on a fancy ring. I wouldn't wear it at work anyway. But my mom... she left me her engagement ring from my dad" — he reluctantly lets her up and watches her sift through a small jewelry box on her dresser. "This," she says, crawling back next to him in bed, a small solitaire on a simple gold band between her fingers. "This is all I need." It's the first ring he's ever seen that so clearly embodies Mel. He takes it from her and slides it on her left ring finger, and yeah, that's all he needs too.

"I don't want to wait a year to marry you. Things happen, I don't want to wait at all," she tells him a few weeks later, after a particularly emotional shift from hell. "I just want you, and Becca, and the kids, I don't want a big ceremony. We can have dinner at that Japanese place you like in Shadyside, the one with the nice patio? We can invite everyone to celebrate with us there." He doesn't need any convincing.

They get married at the courthouse, which is a step above his first wedding, held over Zoom, and absolutely perfect. Mel wears an off-white jumpsuit and Frank lets Tanner pick out his tie and Becca wears a cardigan their mom knitted for her years ago, which he's pretty sure makes Mel cry harder than anything else that day. Millie refuses to toss the few flower petals they give her, which honestly probably just saves them some cleanup time, and then proceeds to hug Mel's leg all through their vows. It's messy and quick and Mel smiles into a laugh as he tries not to cry, and it's all absolutely fucking perfect. (They don't write their own vows. He thinks he could, and could spend hours reciting them, there are a thousand things he wants to promise her. But he waits, and whispers them in the dark, closer to a prayer than he's ever felt, more praise than promise against her skin. He repeats them every night until they're memorized actions, silent words they both know by heart.)

Mel's something old is her mom's ring, sized just right for her ring, sitting next to her something new, a delicate gold wedding band that she'll occasionally wear to work. Her something borrowed is a gold hair comb, its twin in Becca's hair, that she tells him their grandmother used to wear on special occasions. Her something blue is secret, she tells him a few days before the wedding. It takes him about five minutes into their make-shift honeymoon, aka a kid and sister free night alone before a leisurely day off, to learn that it's a matching bra and panty set (the first lingerie she's spent more than $30 on in her life, she tells him seriously) in a pale ice blue. It's only her pride in her purchase and a whisp of manners that keeps him from ripping it off her.

I think I could write fifty more of these just about their wedding day alone, but I'll stop here before this turns into more than it should be.

[mimie-and-the-visions]

AAAAA IM OBSESSED WITH YOUR WRITING

May I request a boothill x reader or boothill flirting headcanons? only if you want to ofc(ㆀ˘･з･˘)

Also can I be kiwi anon?🥝 :3

Admirin' the view

Boothill - Flirting Hcs

▪︎ First of all, very smooth talker. Fork found in kitchen. His voice and words seem to slow time itself as he steals minuets and hours from you without even trying. His robotic tone, accent and the.. interesting curse words.. are certainly easy to get distracted by. (Doesn't help that the guy LOVES to talk and has a thousand awesome stories about how TOTALLY badass he is dfsnjkfnsgfsdlkgfn)

▪︎ Might be a bit of a showoff, always sneaking a sly glance over his shoulder to check if you saw how cool he looked (definitely not giggling and kicking his feet internally if you have a cute awestruck expression.. definitely). As smooth and charming as he is i can still imagine him as the type to say "this ones for you!" before fucking up whatever cool stunt he's trying to pull.

▪︎If you're easily flustered he only doubles down on his words, leaning down closer to your face with a grin as you continuously shy and turn away. He's quite good at reading expressions and tone, but despite knowing well when to quit he cant help but want to push you flustered buttons some more. You're just too cute! (Definitely the type to get cuteness aggression, he just wants to chew on you and shake you around)

▪︎ He refrains from any sort of physical stuff, and while its true that its mostly out of respect that he keeps his hands to himself, its also due to an insecurity about his form. He thinks being mostly made of metal will turn any soft touch into a cold and unwanted discomfort.

▪︎ He was perhaps not shy about touch before his new body, and now lives with the same yearning to show and feel the affection, but now denies himself to reach out in that way. Out of habit he might lean in or place a hand on your shoulder, feeling guilty as you yelp at the sensation of cold metal.

▪︎ Thing is, he would struggle a bit if it was reciprocated, especially if its some form for physical affection. Something as simple as a hand on top of his, a slight lean against his arm or your head on his shoulder as you talk. The way you move in and reach out as though it was natural to, not even realizing what you do to him. For such a smooth guy he sure loses composure around you.

You look out at the sky, standing on the balcony of a fancy airship in Penacony. Boothill leaned on the railing next to you watching your awestruck expression with a proud smile.

"You always find such cool places! How have you been around all of Penacony?? This place is massive!"

Their voice is so pretty.. the wind is carrying it slightly too, they sound almost distant.. like they're talking from the sky itself.

"-and the tower! ... -its all so shiny and bright from up here ... -"

Has their hair always been this detailed? They look so nice against the clouds..

"Boothill..?"

His hat starts to slide off a bit as he only leans further into his hand, not even registering how you're facing him with a confused expression.

"Boothill!"

He finally blinks and comes back to earth.

"H-huh?? Oh- scuse me.. got a bit lost there. Can't blame a guy though can ya? Im doin' the same thing as you sugar.. admirin' the view~"

Tihihihihihihihihihihi

[creative-frequency]

Wine, Grapes and Fire

Diluc Ragnvindr x Fem!Reader

→ A/N: 1.6k words, visionless reader, slow-ish burn, from strangers to friends to lovers, rating eventually up to M aka me again writing 10k before the actual "plot" smh

Vol. 1 You’re Hired!

Sunday’s here, the skies are bright, Lord Barbatos sends the winds in flight. Soft and gentle, breezes play, Bringing joy to start our day. — A verse from a popular nursery rhyme in Mondstadt

The Blacksmith scratches his beard in thought.

“Fifty-thousand and it’ll be better than new.”

Your jaw drops. Fifty-thousand Mora. After surviving the road to Mondstadt with almost nothing but the clothes on your back, the sum is astronomical.

“That’s just too much,” you whine.

Wagner folds his arms over his broad chest. “If you bring me the ores needed, it’ll go down to thirty.”

“And how am I supposed to go out there to gather some without a weapon?” you snap, upset. Your loyal companion lies on the table, snapped in half and then some.

The Blacksmith shrugs. It’s not his fault your sword is broken, but it’s hard not to launch your frustration on him.

“What should I do?” you utter, not actually looking for an answer. Will this be the end of your travels? Despite having seen so much, it feels like you have only just begun the journey. You’ll have to return to your family in Sumeru with your tail between your legs. A shame you’ll never live out.

The smith’s apprentice steps closer and clears his throat to get your attention.

“I think The Angel’s Share was looking for help. You could try asking for work there,” he says.

“Work? What kind of work? What’s Angel’s Share?” you question with wide eyes.

“Ah, it’s a tavern on the other side of the city,” the apprentice explains and shrugs. “Or you could always buy a new sword?”

You give the first suggestion a good two seconds of thought, promptly ignoring the second, unbelievably stupid suggestion. You will never give up on that sword, not if you can help it.

“Alright, thanks for the tip. Blacksmith, please take care of my blade. I’ll return for it when I have the Mora,” you say perhaps a tad too boastfully since Wagner rolls his eyes.

“Very well then, Miss. Fifty thousand, remember.”

After a wistful glance back at the broken weapon and asking for directions from two passerbys, you find yourself in front of the Angel’s Share. It seems like a clean, cosy place, which is a relief. You don’t feel like being accosted by drunkards in a slummy watering hole.

There indeed is a poster next to the door:

Help wanted! Ask Charles for details.

After mentally psyching yourself up, you step inside.

It becomes very quickly very apparent that your appearance is welcomed like a blessing from the Anemo Archon himself. Charles needs a few weeks off because of family reasons and he doesn't have anyone to cover the bar while he is gone. Every potential employee is either sick, working elsewhere or otherwise occupied. And Charles has to leave on the following day.

“I have experience tending a bar,” you assure him.

Which, mostly, is true. Technically, you have experience in customer service, mixing potions and drinks, and cleaning your parents’ flower shop. The odd jobs you have done during your travels also include working at a restaurant in Liyue. So close enough for bartending. Not to brag, but you’re even in the possession of the most charming customer-service oriented smile on Teyvat. It’s a family trait.

“Splendid!” Charles rejoices after you recount your work history to him.

“Before we shake hands on this, what’s the pay for two weeks?” you ask, nervous if you can ever get your sword back.

“I believe Master Diluc said two-hundred and fifty-thousand Mora,” he replies.

Two-hundred and fifty-thousand Mora. Your head is spinning. Such a sum could easily pay for the repairs and provide an ample amount of cash for your next adventures. Maybe you should’ve become a bartender instead.

“Is that okay with you?” Charles inquires.

“Yes! That’s, umm. Totally fair compensation. You can rest easy, I’ll take good care of this place for the next two weeks,” you perk up.

“Good, good. Now then, there are some things you need to know, of course. Master Diluc will come by tomorrow so you’ll get the full rundown of the place,” Charles says.

You nod eagerly. Master Diluc, yeah? During your short visit to the nation, you have already heard some talk of him. The wine industry tycoon from Mondstadt, unmatched in every possible way. Aloof, but the perfect gentleman. And apparently single, too.

“Naturally, the weekends can get hectic, but he usually helps out on the busy nights, so you won’t have to worry,” Charles continues.

“Great! I’ll be here tomorrow then, an hour before the place opens?” you suggest.

“Sounds good. I’ll let him know. Good luck.”

You shake hands and so the two weeks of working your ass off in a tavern in Mondstadt officially begins. Two weeks, then you’ll be free to go wherever the wind guides you. You haven't stayed this long in one place before, but then again, your sword hasn't been broken before. You feel weirdly naked without a weapon, but as long as you don't venture outside the city during night, you should be fine.

—

The uncrowned king of Mondstadt is indeed worth every rumour you’ve heard and more. For some reason, you assumed he would be older, at least middle-aged, but instead you’re thrown against a young and extremely handsome nobleman. No wonder the ladies swoon over him.

You decide to conduct yourself with the utmost professionalism in his company.

“Diluc, of Mondstadt. Good to meet you,” your new boss introduces himself.

You take a tad too long a look from his blazing red ponytail down to the pyro Vision on his belt before reciprocating the introductions.

Forget extremely handsome, he is too attractive for your own good. This is the person you’re supposed to work with for the next two weeks? Archons, you need to get ready to make a complete fool out of yourself. Mentally, you reprimand yourself from getting any hazy ideas. He is still your employer, who is going to pay a lot of Mora to you in two weeks. Then you will be on your merry way to Inazuma.

“Charles informed me of your qualifications. I’ll show you where everything is and then we can take a look at the menu,” Diluc says and leads you behind the bar counter. “Two of our most important items are Dandelion Wine and Apple Cider. Both are produced at the Dawn Winery.”

As you nod, you can’t shake the feeling that his eyes are drilling right into you, scrutinizing. It’s time to make an impression with your amazing bartending skills and a few tricks you picked up in Sumeru from an old witch living in the desert.

Caramel Pinecone, Boreal Watch, Gray Valley Sunset… You nail them all.

“You’re good,” Diluc admits, unable to hide his surprise, “I might have work for you in the future, too. Where did you say you came from?”

“Liyue before coming to Mondstadt, but originally I’m from Sumeru City, born and raised,” you say as you add some finishing touches on the Wolfhook Juice. It’s the last one of Diluc’s pop quiz tests and you’re feeling rather proud and accomplished. You truly hope the feeling will last until the end of your first real shift behind the bar counter.

Diluc just hums in thought and you guess that the time for his over-exaggerated praise is over. At least you passed his tests with high marks.

“Are you ready to open the place?” he asks.

“You bet!” you reply eagerly, nervous excitement thumping inside your chest.

Diluc pauses on his way to unlock the front door and turns around. “Oh and one more thing. No tabs or free drinks. The bard is no exception.”

You nod, zero idea who he is talking about. “Got it, Master Diluc.”

“Just Diluc.” An almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips. You can truly tell why he has hoarded all those unofficial titles and amassed his popularity among Mondstadters.

The man is hot.

“You got it, boss. Diluc.” You quickly correct yourself and grimace.

Diluc acts as if you said nothing.

Good thing you were already mentally prepared to embarrass yourself in his company.

Your first shift at the tavern is fortunately a calm one. Diluc hangs by the bar counter, not giving out a word of advice, praise or criticism. It’s almost easy to forget he exists. You just need to focus very hard on everything you’re doing and not dare to look his way, which proves difficult because the blazing red hair is constantly disturbing your peripheral vision.

At some point Diluc steps out for a few hours to “take care of some business” and you find yourself breathing a little easier. The work is going better than you anticipated. It will be easy Mora.

As the last of the tavern patrons twaddle out close to midnight, Diluc scoots by closer. You raise your eyes from polishing the glass in your hands.

“We should call it a night. I’ll show you how to lock this place up,” he says and grabs a key from his pocket. “Take this.”

“Right, thank you.” He drops the key to your open palm. It reminds you that you don’t have a place to stay in the city. The previous night you slept in your old, leaky tent, but surely there are better options.

“Listen, I just arrived in Mondstadt, so…” you begin and inhale to calm the distress in your voice. You don’t really have the funds to pay for accommodations.

Diluc’s brows raise a bit. Another assessing glance washes over you before you’re deemed worthy of the trust.

“You can stay here for the night and find more suitable accommodations tomorrow,” he offers and adds: “But only for tonight.”

“Oh, thank you! I promise I’m not planning on drinking the bar empty on my own.” You even manage a small chuckle at your own sad joke. Diluc doesn’t acknowledge it.

“There’s a room upstairs, first door left,” he says. “But first I’ll show you how the locks work, come on.”

—

→ Vol. 2 Friend or Foe: The Cavalry Captain - Coming soon!

[212thghost]

the true horror of the Watcher

i’ve gone on about this is one of my other posts already (and im gonna repeat myself a bit) and i’ve seen some other people talk about it, but i really want to get all my thoughts out about this. 

throughout the show, we see the Eye manifesting as betrayal of consent. honestly, what’s so terrifying about being watched, observed, or even judged if you consent to it? if you know you’re being watched and are okay with it, if you share a secret willingly and gladly. even horrible and devastating knowledge is best processed when you’re prepared. a huge part of the Eye’s horror is that it’s completely against your will. you don't want to be watched or you don’t even know. your worst secret somehow got out and now everyone knows. the discovery you just made completely blindsided you. it takes away your autonomy, your privacy, and your security. more so, it’s a perfect breeding ground for paranoia. what if it happens again, what if your secrets are never safe again, who will betray me next? this particular manifestation is a perfect tool for the Watcher. 

one of the most obvious examples is Jon and Elias having the ability of Compulsion. they can literally force anybody to tell them anything they want, and once they ask the question you physically cannot make yourself stop speaking!! Daisy describes it as “your secrets pulled out like teeth, just because he asked.” (MAG 91) not only are your darkest secrets being revealed but they are taking it from you. 

Jon is made into the ‘Archives’ by Elias without truly understanding what he was being groomed for. and this is absolutely NOT to say that Jon was completely unwilling or that in a thousand little ways, he didn’t choose to be an avatar. i mean that Jon was being groomed into the perfect lynchpin for Elias’s ritual since Day 1 and he had no idea. Elias sends him on little quests, throws avatars his way, and puts him in situations for the sole purpose of getting him Marked by the Entities. Jon has no say in these encounters nor does he know what they really mean. Jon might’ve chosen to be an avatar but he had no say in participating in the Watcher’s Crown. i'm not even going to get into Jon’s overall relationship with his body but we all know it’s abysmal.

and i have to talk about the “Hello Jon” because this is a complete and horrific breach of Jon’s autonomy in so so many ways. for one, he cannot even stop reading the ritual once he begins and he so desperately tries. the fact Elias tricks him into summoning the Entities by writing the incantation as a statement is what really gets me. Jon feeds off statements. i know this is probably going to sound silly or melodramatic, but Elias pretty much slips something in his food. imagine you’re eating a sandwich and there’s a fucking explosive in it. in so many different ways, Jon’s autonomy is completely stripped for the entirety of this episode. he cannot stop speaking, he cannot move, he was deceived, and the means of this betrayal was in something he believed and trusted would be safe. 

Jon routinely reads people’s minds, and while it (usually) isn’t intentional, he still breaches their consent. the others, for example Basira, makes a point to tell that he is not welcome snooping around in their heads. we have the entire MAG 142 incident. Jon finds someone Marked and he takes her statement, he pulls it from her lips, and part of the horror is that she could not stop herself from speaking. she has no say in the matter, her secrets are spilled out before this stranger who will not stop watching her just because he asked. the statement giver says, “I want to tell him to, to go away; I, I wanted to kick him and run. But I sit down. And I start to tell him everything.” (MAG 142)

also Jon cuts a bullet out of Melanie without asking while she’s asleep. Jon makes Jordan Kennedy into an avatar without asking; he remakes him, almost how Elias remade Jon. Gertrude, as well! She binds Gerry to the Catalogue of the Trapped Dead! I have to think she knows he’d hate that, but she does it anyway. Gerry has no autonomy here. 

some might be thinking: isn’t all fear pretty nonconsensual? yeah. i understand this argument, but i'm specifically talking about the way the Eye purposefully utilizes a breach of consent to create even more horror and fear. also, some of the subtle horror of the Entities is that sometimes it doesn’t betray you. in s4, Martin chooses to isolate himself. while this choice is one he made under Peter’s persuasion, his trauma and abysmal self-worth, and his misguided attempt to protect the others, the emotions that feed the Lonely are from a willing and conscious choice. Martin willingly chooses to give himself to that fear and isolation. that’s what makes it so horrifying. his autonomy was never disrespected and, if anything, Peter could not force him at all for his plan to work. 

what really sells me on this concept is from the Watcher’s Crown Incantation. it says, “You who wait and wait and drink in all that is not yours by right.” (MAG 160) the Eye is not entitled to all its knowledge. it is not entitled to see you. it does not deserve your secrets or fear or history. it takes it. the Eye drinks in information hungrily and greedily, it pulls it from your mind like teeth with no real comprehension except for a cold and malicious desire to know all that there is. it does not ask or plan or wait or persuade, it simply takes what it wants.

[rollforjackass]

sometimes i wonder if all those times that john constantine allegedly appeared to his writers irl weren’t actually meant to be read by them as an endorsement of their talents or his personal acknowledgment of their influence in his life (the way i used to generally romanticize those stories to mean), but were maybe more intended as like…..a Straight-Up Threat. or, more charitably, as some kind of flying-too-close-to-the-sun warning. just because it’s funny to me to think how (almost) every writer who “encountered” him decided without question to fuck off posthaste, and equally funny to wonder how — assuming he actively chose to make himself known to them, rather than merely running into them on accident — constantine wouldn’t have seen that reaction coming from a mile away.

i mean, if anyone should know best about constantine’s penchant for bringing down disaster on anyone & everyone around him, it would be him and the people who officially contributed to enforcing that penchant, right? so it’d just be common sense for the intelligent, meta-aware fictional character to think: “if i — the living breathing embodiment of a rockfall zone caution sign — go up to the dudes who made me this way, they will probably (wisely) assume my presence indicates that they are now in higher-than-previous danger of being hit by falling rocks — a danger which will only increase the longer they stay within my immediate proximity — and they will surely feel compelled to bugger off accordingly.” at which point he could logically conclude that there are undoubtedly better, less-mortally-endangering methods of paying respects to his creators than popping out of a sandwich bar stairwell and scaring the shit out of alan moore.

(unless john thinks his writers would get just as much thrill from that kind of adrenaline rush as he does, given they thought to make him that way; which, tbh, i would not put past him to assume. or unless he simply does not care to expend all the extra energy on plotting a meticulously inoffensive approach just to tell someone ‘hi’, which i also would not put past him.)

as much of a shit as he can be, i can’t really picture john constantine making the conscious decision to put the fear of god into the writers who made him without a really good reason for it. he doesn’t believe in fate or destiny or anyone pulling his strings, so even if he didn’t like something they wrote, i figure he’d just set his mind to changing it rather than lending credence to the writers’ supposed influence over his life by taking his grievances up with them. so if constantine were running around the real world actively jumpscaring the people who are most likely to genuinely fear him, knowing they’re the people most likely to genuinely fear him, i can only imagine it being a choice he makes to jar his writers out of some complacent drift that’s been leading them over the line between fiction and forbidden knowledge; or something to that effect. a scare tactic, but a preventative one.

anyway, all this said to provide context for the entertaining mental image i had of constantine rocking up to some stranger’s party in 2009 all cool & confident, thrice-assured of his ability to rattle his writers just by showing his face, only to have to beat the hastiest of hasty retreats with fresh horror in his soul after notorious freak-shit woman-hating character-mangler peter milligan gets one good look at him and comes barreling down the pipe trying to ask what john thinks of the college-aged deviantart-emo wife.

[son-of-avraham]

How does conversion work for a trans person? I'm scared of being naked for the mikveh immersion and also the part about circumcision, I really don't want anyone to see my body naked

I feel you on that, anon. So, it will heavily depend on which branch of judaism you plan on converting to, but there will be trans-friendly and trans-unfriendly spaces within each branch. I think the best course of action is to ask around with rabbis which take in students - definitely ask rabbis what their expectations would be as a trans student. Honestly, the only reason I didn't disclose my transness immediately to my rabbi was because I could tell he'd be trans-friendly even through email.

Now, I don't know your specific circumstances, nor will I ask, but there are options depending on what you're looking for. I'm a trans guy - I don't have the obligation to go through bris, and I'm not really able to. However, I do fulfill many of the mitzvot for men, and that compromise sort of offsets the fact that I don't have any way to really go through with bris.

For the mikvah, I've heard some places will put a sheet barrier in the water so that your body isn't fully seen. From what I know, you just need people to witness (even for a split second) that you are fully immersed and not your body. This might be dependent on the movement, however.

Otherwise, the process is very similar if not identical to cis counterparts. You can fulfill a ton of mitzvot as yourself, and in general, transness doesn't really prevent you from doing that. I would definitely talk with your rabbi for any accomodations you might want in this process - it's imperative that you're able to trust your rabbi to be receptive and willing to hear you out or compromise or anything else. If you have follow-up questions, I'd love to hear them; I can only speak to my experiences, but I know that it can sometimes be comforting to know you're not the only trans convert in the world. Transsexuals have become jewish since the dawn of time; you have no reason not to be jewish if that is something you want.

[armandposting]

marius does seem to have a lot of complicated feelings about what he did to armand and I really hope one of them is guilt for his thinking in buying armand originally. he talks in blood and gold about how when he heard armand's mind, the entire reason he wanted him was because he thought, here is a child who has been so hurt that it will be no loss to the world if I make him a vampire. and he wavers on this later and I hope it's because he saw this child make friends and learn things and love rings and watches and swordfighting and realize that actually there is never a child so damaged that taking them from humanity is no loss. I wonder if part of the reason he never tried to talk to armand after seeing him with the children of darkness is that he saw that boy changed into a lonely stoic cult leader with no more will or verve and was too consumed with guilt to even try. I hope that guilt started when he took armand to kiev rus and saw how much armand still loved the family he hadn't seen in years and for a while barely remembered from trauma. also I hope marius explodes into one thousand pieces but that's mostly irrelevant

[xoxoemynn]

Just literally lost my breath watching Ed stretch out his boot to tap Stede's foot.

I have seen this moment I don't even know how many times now, I have seen hundreds, if not thousands, of pieces of art of that moment, I have read all the metas and all the screaming and examined all the gifsets and it STILL has such a visceral effect on me

And somehow knowing it was improvised just makes it even more lasjdakldaj?!??!?!

Anyway, got me sitting here cradling my head in my hands wondering what kind of small, intimate action that ordinarily you wouldn't think twice about, but in the context of Ed and Stede it is simply EXTRAORDINARY and PROFOUND we're going to get in season 2.

What's going to be that unexpected but undeniably romantic moment that launches a b

illion emotional breakdowns?

We are going to be weeping on the floor and I cannot wait.

WRECK MY SHIT!!!!!!

[kabukinomoe]

YOU ARE DOING EVERYTHING RIGHT

YOU ARE DOING EVERYTHING RIGHT.

Don't get your head in those doubts like, 'Oh, what if I can't shift?' That's not possible. You were chosen to know about shifting for a REASON. There are 8.2 BILLION people in this world. Think about it. 8 BILLION people.

Now, how do you feel? Do you feel special? GOOD. Keep feeling that way. Some of you, not all of you, read these posts on Tumblr but don't really READ them.

'Oh, I'm the creator of my universe.' Yes, but do you really UNDERSTAND that? I feel like for some of you, it's like you're in front of a teacher, and each word just goes in one ear and out the other. Now, shifting isn't this ELABORATE and majestic thing that needs to be taught in a specific way. It's not like driving, okay? There are no rules, no directions, just YOU. Understand that it's just YOU.

That drink in your hand? You created that. The computer or phone you're reading this on? You created that. Everything in this world YOU created.

You are doing everything right. You know what I mean.

You will wake up in your DR. Those sleep methods you're doing? They're working perfectly. You aren't just 'close,' you are THERE. You have always been there, since the beginning of whatever. No need to think you are close, because you are there.

'Oh, but what if I don't shift today?' Shifting isn't something that needs to be rushed. Everything will happen eventually. You have shifted before; you know this. You know you need to just let go and let it happen. Don't overcomplicate it. Listen to yourself. Do you know how stupid you sound? Thousands of people have shifted to their DRs, and somehow you can't? That's just rubbish.

'Oh, what if that shift was just a dream?' What dream feels so real that you can feel the bedsheets? What dream looks like your desired reality so perfectly it has everything, even the rings and jewelry your aunt placed there on the dresser? Why did you get up and look in the mirror and see yourself perfectly and clearly? That was REAL. You shifted. Do not doubt yourself.

'But what if shifting is one elaborate joke?' Seriously? That's one of your doubts? People spend months, YEARS, shifting, and you think people are JOKING? You have spent 5 YEARS knowing about shifting and 2 or 3 actively shifting, and you still think it's a joke? YOU have to be joking with those doubts. This isn't like that one movie people suddenly made up on TikTok and started creating a plot, characters, settings, etc.; this is something real. People have been doing this even before you were born. Now, doesn't that doubt sound silly?

Now, you don't have to be perfect. Listen, people have shifted with doubts. But listen here, if you assume it is true, it is true. 'Oh, he's so in love with me.' Yeah, he is! 'Oh, my cat's super distant. Yeah, they are. Your subconscious isn't this mystical entity trying to work against you. It's like a mirror; if you look in that mirror and say, 'I can't shift,' then your subconscious repeats it. It has an IQ of 0. Like a little kid repeating every word and agreeing with your opinions. You tell that little kid, "Oh, I can shift! Everyone shifts." Then it repeats it; it agrees. That's how simple your subconscious is.

Now, what about intentions? Intentions aren't this super complicated ritual; they're just your thoughts. You don't have to write out your thoughts, burn the piece of paper, and bury the scraps in the ground. Just think. 'Oh, I set my intention to shift.' That's literally all you need to do. Your subconscious will look at you and shrug like, 'Oh okay. Let's shift!' And guess what? BOOM. You're in your DR. Simple. Literally so simple.

Now, some of you are like, "Oh, I did that! But I'm still in my CR." Look deep within yourself. Are you scared of the possibility you're going somewhere new? Or, do you expect to wake up in your CR again after doing your method? Really think about it and begin to change. Tell that subconscious that you don't expect to wake up in your CR, or tell it that you aren't scared; you're excited.

Now, as one of my favorite quotes says,

"You are a consciousness with a body, not a body with a consciousness."

Go shift. Go do your method, or just fall asleep and wake up in your DR. It's that simple. And every time you feel doubts, PERSIST. 'Oh, what if—' NOPE. I am going to shift.

You know about shifting for a reason. You can shift. It is INEVITABLE.

Now don't look at me all dumb; you know this. You've heard it a million times. Don't roll your eyes; THINK, and absorb this information.

Now go do whatever silly little thing you are going to do. But just know, you can shift. You WILL shift.

[This whole thing is for me, but I feel like some of you need it as well.]

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[fishyfishyfishtimes]

Daily fish fact #6 444 205

Fish!

The fish like to have a little drink :) Sadly as they drink the water around them they also drink their own pee, and that is the curse that they will have to live with for the rest of their life

#fish #fishfact #fish facts #fishblr #biology #zoology

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Tasseled wobbegong women >>>>>>>>>>>

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bitch those are goosefish

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Say what you want about fishblr updates, but I think this format for reblubs is a wonderful improvement over the previous one. One of the only times staff did good.

🐚 seashell-on-the-seashore

@featherstar53 If reblub chains got too long, new reblubs would start appearing as darker and darker until you couldnt see the text anymore. It mimicked how light disappears as you go deeper in the ocean but the sunken code this webbedsite runs on never set a cap for how dark it gets, so eventually you would have to copy ad paste the text on the reblubs onto somewhere to read them.

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It sounds fake but it's true! You can still find some older fishblr post screenshots with this effect:

This even went for full abyssal mode users! In their case, the text would slowly turn from white to dark blue, effectively making it impossible to read against the black background.

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I think it would be super funny if they brought this back but for individual posts. Like the reblubs stay the same colour but the posts themselves get gradually and gradually darker until you can't see them anymore lol. It would be disastrous but also funny and it might finally stop some of you frys from being so addicted to this webbedsite

#im all for a bit of chaos lol #treasure trove: talking tag

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Okay for the record. My eyes are Red because I'm a COMMON ROACH! RUTILUS RUTILUS! It's not because I smoke seaweed!

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Okay Yes I smoke seaweed all day. But the specific reason my eyes are red is Not That

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OP you forgot brackish water and the option for inhabiting both

🦈 spiritually-placoderm

Shut your inferior ass mouth up

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#(i couldnt find the actual gif i wanted to use but this weird tiger shark will have to do) #(not sure why his fins look like that)

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"ocean sunfish have over 40 parasite species" factoid actualy just statistical error. average ocean sunfish is infected with only one or two parasites. Parasites Georg, the mola who suffers from every ailment known to fish and has over 1 000 000 000 parasite species infesting his flesh and organs, is an outlier adn should not have been counted

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Selfieeeee :3 (ignore the two sea lampreys attached to my flesh)

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how did you take the picture you aren't holding your phone

🪷 trout-about-you

The sea lamprey on the left took it for me

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FISH USED TO MIGRATE THOUSANDS OF MILES TO BREED. WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!!!!

IN MY DAY PUSSFISH LIKE THIS WOULD GET EATEN ALIVE BY REAL RIVER MONSTERS FOR BREAKFAST.

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these are Siamese fighting fish bruh.... They don't have migration as part of their life cycle lmao

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OF COURSE THE YOUTH CAN'T PUNCTUATE THEIR SENTENCES PROPERLY. I SHOULDN'T EXPECT SO MUCH FROM THE SOFT FRY THEY ARE. ALWAYS GETTING RILED UP!

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Ignore this guy, @darting-action. He's well known for saying offensive nonsense like this, I think he's bait and trying to get someone to bite.

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YOU MUST BE ONE OF THOSE INBRED DOMESTIC SCUM OR HATCHED YESTERDAY SINCE YOU ENTIRELY LACK THICK SCALES. I SPEAK THE TRUTH AND ONLY THE TRUTH. IF YOU GET TRIGGERED THEN THAT'S NATURAL SELECTION, SON. YOU SHOULD FIGHT ME IN REAL LIFE.

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You really dont know a thing about natural selection, do you? Bettas have flashy fins because they have to seem threatening to possible competitors. They don't migrate so they aren't built for that. They're built for living in ponds and marshes, low oxygen environments, and by cod, they are built for fighting territorial battles! You shouldn't underestimate a fish literally called fighting fish. They're very tough and hardy fish and can even send larger fish fleeing!

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SIAMESE FLAILING PUSSFISH HAVE LADY FINS BECAUSE THEY'RE WEAK AND SOFT AND HAD HUMANS DECIDE WHO THEY BREED WITH FOR THEM. THEIR QUOTE UNQUOTE "FIGHTING PROWESS" SURE DIDN'T SAVE THEM FROM BEING PRISSY LITTLE PRINCESS FISHIES FOR LITTLE KIDS DID IT? THE INDUBIDABLE FACT IS THAT THEY'RE MUSKIE FOOD.

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Wait a minute... I recongize that picture on the right! That's from @betta-than-this 's OnlyFins! How did you get that picutre hmmm? Salmonidae? How on Ocean did you gain access huh?

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"Indubidable" is a pretty specific word to use. This you @salmonidae-supremacy-deactivated?

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LMAOOOOOO GOTTEMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

🐟 darting-action

woag i never saw this entire chain before until it hit me on my dashboard. Why does this have so many notes

Thanks fishblr user walrus tits in my mouth for biology info i didn't know

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Woah woah woah we're just gonna ignore this guy using p*ssfish as an insult!!???? THE CATFISH SLUR????????? No one is going to bring this up!!!!!???????

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does anyone in this thread smoke seaweed

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date of origin: 28th of august, 2017

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Suffering all alone, handsome?

No need to anymore.

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Reblub with your favorite snack in the tags! I’ll go first: coral polyps! :}

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@ninjalantern-999

#as for me #my fave is definitely my lower set of teeth when they shed #crumchy :D

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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STUPID HUMAN DROPPED ITS ELECTRONIC CAMERA IN THE LAKE!!!!!!!! NEVER GETTING THAT BACK BUB!!!!!! I'M TELLING ALL MY ISOPOD AND MUSSEL FRIENDS AND THEY'RE GONNA LIVE INSIDE IT!!!!!

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ofishal human post

#ofishal human post #this post contains humans

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🦦 hellofromtheotterslide follow

Wait, how come this site is called fishblr and not something like oceanblr or aquablr? Wouldn't that be more inclusive?

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I believe the name "fishblr" pays homage to the meaning of the word where just about everything in the water was considered a fish. It's why we have words like "shellfish", "whalefish", "jellyfish", "starfish".

Personally aquablr would work really well, too. There's a sizeable amphibious userbase on here.

🦐 worldwideshrimp follow

You forgot whale shark! Those arent fish either but are called fish

👑 goldielocks

....Whale sharks are fish. They are sharks. It's in the name.

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But I thought it was a whale named after sharks? WHALE shark! Why else would they put whale up first?

👑 goldielocks

A whale named after a shark would be called a shark whale. You can take one look at a whale shark and see that, with its gills and fish tail, it is a shark.

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Wait, then what about baby whales? Are those whales named after babies?

👑 goldielocks

If you're talking about the actual whale babies, then yeah. If you mean the mormyrids, small aquatic animals that can sense electricity, then no, those are fish. Sometimes names are inaccurate to what the animal really is.

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If you think about it, fishblr is also inclusive to aquatic tetrapods since they are lobe-fins, and therefore fish :D It's a term that can include everyone on here, the perfect catchall!

🦑 abyssal-gigantism follow

Ewwww fuck that definition. If mammals hear about them being fish on some sort of """"technicality"""" then this webbedsite is gonna get flooded with those self-important idiots! "OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOOOOO LoOk At MeEeEeEeEEE i'M a MaMmAL!!11!!! I TAKE CARE of mah BAAABIEEEES!1111 I'm SUCH a good MAMAAA!!! All those OTHER STUPID HEARTLESS ANIMALS could NEVER do as I DO!!! I LOVE sweating into my BAABIEEEES' MOUTH1!1!1!111!!! I'm FLUFFY and AWSUM and ERRYBODDY LUUUVSSSSS MEE!!!!!!!!!!111!!!!!!! You should all LUV me TOO!!!!"

Is THAT how you want every fishblr post to look!!!!??????

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i think jellyfish shouldn't be classified as fish because they're clearly living spaghetti

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Great fucking post everyone. Hit the air bubblers

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Guys what the fuck kind of sponsors does fishblr have I just saw an ad for having parasites housed in me who are they advertising to 😭💀💀

#i swear the quality of this site keeps going down and down #if you see ads for parasites then report the shit out of em #fuck em my friend got early onset cataracts due to parasites

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Yes! :) :O :) :O :) :O :) :O

[inseobts]

Stone Cold Feelings

zoro x fem!reader

boa hancock’s love-love beam turns everyone to stone, except you and zoro (and luffy). and so boa makes her mission to understand why zoro didn't turn to stone and shamelessly flirts with him (or at least she pretends to)…

a/n: as I said in the middle of the fanfic I don't really know if that's how boa's powers work, but let's pretend it is.

words count: 2.7k

tags: fluff, boa hancock spoilers, jealousy, humor, fluff, love confession

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

The Thousand Sunny stops near a small island, and Luffy jumps off like he owns the place. You and the rest of the crew follow behind, walking into the jungle. It doesn’t take long before she shows up.

Boa Hancock.

Tall, beautiful, dramatic, she appears like some goddess with her sisters and Kuja warriors behind her.

Luffy grins “Boa! You’re here!”

She gasps, spins, and poses “Luffy!” Her voice is full of love and sparkles. She turns to the rest of you “As for the rest… Mero Mero Mellow!”

A pink heart flies from her hand. It bursts in the air. Everyone freezes.

Sanji turns into stone right away, heart eyes still frozen on his face.

Brook’s skull goes stiff. Even Franky and Usopp are statues now.

You blink.

Zoro groans, rubbing his head.

Luffy just laughs like it’s a party “She always does that.”

You look around.

Only you, Zoro, and Luffy are still human.

“Huh…” you mutter “Why am I not a statue?”

Zoro glances at you. His cheeks turn pink for half a second before he looks away.

You don’t notice. You’re busy poking Robin’s stone face “They’ll be fine, right?”

Boa stares “What is this…?” She steps closer, eyes wide “Another one… unaffected? Two?”

She’s pointing at Zoro now. Her eyes sparkle “How… unusual.”

Luffy munches on a piece of meat “That’s Zoro. He’s kinda weird.”

Zoro shrugs “Guess it just didn’t work on me.”

You wave your hand “Me neither?”

Boa ignores you completely “So strong… so cold… so handsome!” she walks up to Zoro and leans in “Why didn’t my beam work on you?”

Zoro frowns “I don’t know. I just… didn’t care?”

You laugh “He’s too dumb to fall for it.”

Zoro glares “Hey. Then you're also dumb?”

Boa twirls a lock of hair, looking dramatic “He resists me… even though I am beautiful…” She gasps “Is this what true love is?!”

You stare “Wait, what?”

She waves her hand “Never mind. That was just a greeting.” She casually un-stones everyone like nothing happened “Let’s all… eat!”

Boa starts following Zoro around for the rest of the day. She sends hearts, pouts, winks, and flirty lines. Zoro dodges every time, annoyed.

An hour later, you're all sitting around a huge meal. Boa's palace chefs brought out a feast. Luffy’s halfway into his sixth plate. Everyone else eats and chats like normal.

Everyone except Boa.

Boa sits right next to Zoro. Too close.

She laughs too loudly at things he doesn’t say. She leans forward, pressing her arm against his.

Zoro keeps moving slightly away.

You try to focus on your food, but your chopsticks keep missing your mouth.

“Zoro,” Boa says sweetly “You are… very quiet. Strong. Mysterious.”

Zoro grunts “Trying to eat.”

She giggles “Do you always ignore beautiful women?”

You stab your food harder than needed.

She didn’t even try with you. You didn’t turn to stone either. You didn’t even blink at her dumb pose. But she’s all over him.

It’s annoying. Really annoying.

You clear your throat “So… uh, Boa? You know I didn’t turn into a statue either.”

She blinks, not looking at you “And?”

You raise an eyebrow “So why aren’t you trying so hard with me?”

The table gets quiet for a beat.

Boa lifts her chin, dramatic again “Because you’re not him.”

You scoff “Rude.”

Usopp tilts his head “Wait, are you mad at it?”

You freeze “What? No! I just...”

Zoro’s watching you now. He doesn’t say anything, but his eye is on you.

You look away fast.

Boa leans in closer to Zoro again “Just look at me once. Really look. My powers work best like that.”

Zoro shifts uncomfortably “No thanks. I'm eating.”

She sighs, dreamily “Why do you resist me? I’m the most beautiful woman in the world…”

She bats her lashes “Why don’t you turn into a statue for me? Look at me.”

Zoro finally drops his chopsticks and sigh reeeeeally deeply “Because I like her.”

The table stops moving.

Luffy chokes on meat.

Sanji drops his fork.

Nami spits her drink.

You freeze.

Zoro points at you “I like her.”

You stare at him “You… what?”

Boa is stunned “WHAT?!”

Zoro just shrugs, like he didn’t just break the table’s collective brain “Yeah. That’s why.”

You open your mouth to say something, anything, but nothing comes out.

Everyone's frozen.

Not from a beam this time. Just from shock.

Zoro sits back down and picks up his food again like he didn’t just say that in front of everyone.

You’re still blinking like your brain hasn’t processed it yet.

Boa Hancock recovers first. She stands dramatically, arms crossed, hair somehow blowing even though there’s no wind.

“Hmph,” she says, voice full of pride “Who cares? Even married people have turned to stone for me.”

The crew collectively “Huh?!”

Boa flips her hair “I attract everyone—no matter age, gender, or sexuality. That’s the power of my beauty.”

She gives you a side-eye “Only my Luffy has resisted me… until now.”

She’s not angry. Not even sad. More like… surprised. Curious. Mildly impressed.

But mostly, she’s just trying to make Luffy jealous with all this.

Luffy, of course, is too busy battling a giant piece of meat “Zoro likes Y/N? Cool.”

Boa’s eye twitches “Luffy, are you even listening?”

He grins, sauce on his face “Yeah. Love stuff’s fun.”

You cover your face with both hands “Can we not do this right now?”

“Too late!” Nami says with a wicked grin.

Usopp’s already leaned in “So wait, you didn’t turn to stone either!” He points at you dramatically “Why not?”

“I don’t know!” you shout “Guess I’m just… not into her like that!”

“Are you into Zoro like that?” Brook asks way too cheerfully.

Sanji bangs his head on the table “Of course not! Zoro doesn’t deserve her!”

“Shut up, curly-brow.”

You blink “CAN WE PLEASE MOVE ON—”

“Wait wait wait,” Chopper jumps up, eyes sparkling “This could be science! You both resisted her beam. That’s rare!”

Franky’s nodding “It’s super rare. Boa’s beam doesn’t care who you are. If you feel even the tiniest thing, boom—stone.”

Nami hums “So if you didn’t freeze… does that mean you didn’t feel anything? Like anything at all?”

She’s looking at you now.

Everyone is.

Your face heats up “I… don’t know! I mean she’s pretty and all but like—not in a heart-throbbing way?!”

You glance at Zoro.

He looks away at the trees like they’re fascinating.

Boa rolls her eyes “I’m not hurt, if that’s what you’re wondering. I never even cared about you two...”

She turns away, arms folded “I’ll find another way to make Luffy jealous…”

Luffy looks at her, food in his mouth “Jealous of what?”

Boa now twirls toward him “Don't worry! Here, you can have my meal too.”

The crew is still whispering.

About you. About Zoro. About the “I like her” thing.

You whisper to Zoro, “Can we disappear into the forest and never come back?”

Zoro mutters, “Only if you lead the way.”

He’s trying to act cool. But you see the tips of his ears are red. And yeah… yours probably are too.

You haven’t looked Zoro in the eye since lunch.

You also haven’t looked at anyone in the eyes since lunch.

Because apparently, "I like her" is enough to set the entire crew on a mission.

A mission to ruin your life.

Robin is smiling in that quiet, knowing way that makes you nervous.

Nami keeps giving you looks.

Usopp has created five theories about "how long Zoro's been in love".

Sanji hasn't stopped sulking.

Chopper made you tea and whispered, “It’s okay, feelings are confusing.”

Brook’s already writing a song.

Luffy? His dumb ass just asked if you and Zoro are married now.

...Twice...

You and Zoro are sitting on opposite sides of the campfire.

Not awkward at all.

Totally normal.

Great.

“So,” Nami says, too casually, “you like her, huh?”

Zoro grunts “Didn’t I already say that?”

“Yeah, but why?”

Zoro pauses “Why not?”

You want to throw yourself into the fire.

Nami’s eyes slide to you “What about you, Y/N? Got anything to say?”

You fidget with your cup “Nope. Not a thing. Totally normal day. Nice weather.”

“Don’t avoid the question” Robin adds with a gentle smile.

You fake a cough “I mean… people say things in the heat of the moment, right?”

Zoro finally speaks “It wasn’t heat of the moment.”

You turn your head so fast you almost pull a muscle “What?”

He shrugs “I just had the answer to her questions.”

Silence.

Even the fire seems quieter now.

Zoro looks at you, serious “I like you. I’m not good at saying it. I just do.”

Your heart does something. Not the stone beam thing. Worse. It flips, spins, and slams into your ribs like a cannonball. And suddenly, you’re mad again. Not at him. At… yourself. At everything.

“So why didn’t you say anything before?”

He blinks “I don't know.”

You stare at your tea.

Another silence.

The crew senses the moment and tries to fake being quiet, but the whole vibe is “pretending not to listen while obviously listening”.

Zoro doesn’t push. He just leans back on one elbow, looking up at the sky.

“You don’t have to say anything about it.” he says, voice low.

You think about it all night.

You roll over in your bedroll, eyes wide open.

Ugh. Feelings.

It’s been two days.

Two. Whole. Days.

And they still won’t shut up.

You can’t eat in peace.

You can’t walk in peace.

You can’t even breathe without someone sliding up next to you.

“Hey, Y/N,” Usopp whispers, dramatic as ever “Tell me the truth. You weren’t turned to stone because…?”

Brook leans over “Is it because you’re secretly blind?”

Sanji dramatically clutches his chest “Or is it because your heart only has room for true love… but that can't be Zoro?”

Chopper hops on your shoulder “Was it science? Wait—feelings science?”

Even Franky joins in “Come on, it’d be super romantic!”

You nearly trip over your own feet “Can’t I have one quiet minute?”

Nami strolls up “Nope. Not until you say it.”

Robin smiles like she knows everything. Probably does “We’re only curious, Y/N.”

“Obsessed” you mutter.

“Potato, potahto” Nami shrugs.

Zoro walks beside you, calm like always, but you know he hears every word.

He doesn’t say anything. He hasn’t asked once. That’s what makes it worse. He gave you time. He backed off.

But the crew?

The crew is relentless.

You reach your limit during breakfast on the third day.

You’ve had enough teasing. Enough nudging.

Sanji makes heart-shaped pancakes and slides you one with “S + (your initial)” syrup-drawn on top telling you "Because that's can't be a Z".

Chopper actually made you a quiz.

Luffy just goes, “You're married, just say it.” for like the 148th time.

You snap.

“FINE!”

The whole table goes dead quiet.

You slam your cup down “I wasn’t turned into stone because I wasn’t looking at Boa in the first place!” (a/n: I honestly don't know if that's how it works but let's pretend it is)

Everyone “HUH?!”

Your face is red now. Your hands are shaking a little.

“I was looking at Zoro when she did the beam, okay?! I wasn’t thinking about her! I didn’t even notice her stupid pose or whatever! I— I like him! That’s why it didn’t work!”

Absolute silence.

Then they explode.

“CALLED IT!” Usopp screams.

Nami slaps the table “I knew it!”

Brook throws his hands up “Aaah young love!”

Chopper’s eyes are sparkles “You were looking at him the whole time?”

Franky dabs away a tear “That’s super love.”

You want to dig a hole and live there now. Forever.

Zoro, who’s been totally silent, finally speaks.

“…Seriously?”

You glare at your plate “Yes, seriously.”

“…You were looking at me?”

You nod, not trusting your voice.

There’s a pause.

Then his voice, quieter “I'm happy.”

Your head shoots up.

His eyes meet yours.

No teasing. No smirk. Just Zoro, being honest.

The crew screams.

Luffy claps like he’s watching a fireworks show.

Sanji is on the ground “Why himmmm—”

Nami’s already passing out mugs “Cheers to mutual pining resolved!”

Zoro walks over, calm as ever. He leans next to your seat, looking at you like you’re not surrounded by chaos.

“I guess we’re even now” he says, voice low.

You stare at him.

Something bubbles in your chest.

Not nerves. Not panic. You don't know what.

You stand up.

He blinks “What—?”

You take his hand.

Rough, warm, still holding a rice ball.

You don’t even think.

You just tug.

Zoro lets you.

No questions. No resistance. He just follows, letting you pull him past the fire, past the table, past a stunned and now absolutely feral crew.

“WOOOO—”

“GOOOO Y/N—”

“SWORD DATE! SWORD DATE!”

You keep walking. Out of sight, into the quiet.

Then you stop.

Let go of his hand.

Turn around. And now your brain catches up.

Oh. Oh no.

You really just did that.

You stare at him. He stares at you.

Zoro tilts his head “So… uh.”

You cut in, panicking “I didn’t plan this.”

He blinks “No?”

“No!”

You throw your hands up “I just got overwhelmed! And I didn’t wanna talk about feelings in front of Luffy and Sanji and Nami and Usopp and Brook and—”

Zoro nods slowly “Got it.”

“And now I brought you out here and I have no idea what to say.”

He’s quiet for a second. Then “You already said it back there.”

You freeze.

Zoro steps closer. Not too close. Just enough.

“You like me.”

You glance up at him “...Yeah.”

“And I like you.”

You nod, swallowing “Yeah.”

Silence again.

A breeze rustles the leaves.

Zoro exhales “Okay. So… now what?”

You blink “I thought you’d know.”

He scratches the back of his neck “I’m great at fighting. Not so great at this.”

You laugh before you can stop yourself. It breaks the tension, just a little.

“I guess we figure it out” you say softly.

He looks at you “Together?”

You smile “Yeah. Together.”

Zoro steps forward, hand brushing yours, not grabbing, just offering.

You take it.

This time, slower.

The next morning, you stretch your arms and walk out to the clearing.

Zoro’s already there. Training, of course.

Sweat glistens on his forehead. His bandana is around his arm today, not on his head. He’s focused, steady. Every swing has weight. Control. Grace.

You watch for a second too long.

Then he notices you “You wanna join?”

You blink “Join… what? Your intense ‘sword vs gravity’ fight?”

He smirks “Sparring. Not that fancy.”

You step forward “Fine. But if I fall flat on my face, that’s your fault.”

“Deal.”

You grab a wooden practice sword and face him.

He waits for you to make the first move. You swing. He blocks.

It starts slow. Testing pace. Testing rhythm.

Then faster.

Back and forth.

The thud of wood against wood, your feet shifting on the dirt, breath picking up.

He dodges a swing and smirks “You’re not bad.”

“Don’t go easy on me” you shoot back.

He spins, blocks you again “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

At some point, you’re laughing.

Not because it’s funny, just because it feels good. Like something stuck inside your chest is finally shaking loose.

Zoro lunges. You duck.

You step in close, too close, and suddenly you're chest-to-chest.

Frozen.

Your hands are still gripping the sword.

His hand is on your arm to steady you. And neither of you are moving.

You’re both breathing hard.

His face is close. Closer than it’s ever been.

His eyes flick down to your lips for half a second.

Then back to your eyes.

“Should we—” you whisper.

He kisses you.

It’s not rushed. Not clumsy. It’s careful. Solid. Just like him. Like he thought about it before, maybe a hundred times.

Maybe he was just waiting for the right second. And now here it is.

Your sword clatters to the ground. You don’t care.

His hand slides behind your back. Yours finds his shoulder.

The world quiets.

When you pull away he’s still close, looking at you like you’re the only thing he sees.

You whisper, “That was…”

He raises a brow “Bad?”

You smile “No. That was good.”

He grins “Wanna do it again?”

You kiss him this time.

No swords. No teasing. Just you and him.

Soft. Steady. Real.

And this is how your romance story started.

[fandomizedtrash]

Unfinished Business

Remmick x reader

Ask and you shall receive! After almost 500(!) of you responded to my poll, I had to keep writing. Enjoy!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

word count: 3.2k

Summary: After your parent's were killed when you were just a child, a secluded life in the Mississippi Delta has been all you have know. But when you stumble upon a stranger whose presence draws you in against your better judgement, you end up with more than you bargained for.

Warning: violence, blood, death, dub con elements!

Growing up, the Mississippi Delta felt like the whole world. The endless blue skies, forests that went on forever, rolling fields as far the eye can see, it was all you knew. It was home. Home to you, your friends, your family, your laughter, and your tears.

As a child, hot summer days and home-cooked meals was all you could think about. But while your mind was preoccupied with the beauty of the Delta, you remain completely unaware of the darkness that lurked deep within the trees.

***

“Do it again”! You demanded your father, who as far as you were concered, a magician. 

He chuckled to himself as he began the trick again. 

“Look at my hands.” His fingers were spread out wide while he turned his wrist around to show that there was nothing there. Then he reached behind your ear and took out a small coin. 

You clapped giddily at the site. Being just 7 it amused you to no end. 

“Give your father a break y/n”. You are going to bore him.” Your mother said, poorly suppressing a smile at the site of your glee as she placed the steaming meal in the center of the table.

“How about you help your mother with dinner?” Your father suggested. You ran over to the kitchen and carefully grabbed the plates from your mother’s hands. As you placed them in their proper position, a knock was heard at the front door. 

It was unusual. Your family’s home was at the edge of town and 50 yards deep into the forest from the main path. Most people wouldn’t find it unless they strayed. 

“Stay put.” Your father warned you as he cautiously approached the door. You ran to your mothers side, nervous at the coming of this stranger. 

When your father opened the door, a tall man with dark hair and an almost uncanny wide smile greeted him. 

“Howdy sir, I hate to intrude on this lovely night but I need someone to help crank-start my automobile. Would you be so kind as to help?” Being in a small town, almost everyone knew everybody. And even if you didn’t, you would have at least seen their face at the store or walking down the street. Even at your young age, you could pick out everyone in town from a crowd of thousands. But this was a face you have never seen before, and it unnerved you to no end. While his smile remaind, you knew in your soul that it was not true. 

“It’s just down the road, it won’t take but a few minutes of your time.” For just a split second, you could have sworn the man’s eyes flashed a dark red color. But in an instant, it returned to their original icy color.  

You wanted your father to say no, to shut the door, and turn back to you and your mother so your perfect night could continue; but kindness was always something that was preached in your household.

“It’s no problem mister.” Your father turned his head back. “I’ll be back in a moment.” He shot you and your mother a smile before leaving with the strange man, closing the door behiind him. 

“Don’t you worry baby.” Your mother said coddling you. “Your father will be right back. Now how about some dinner?” Your mother served you some chicken and beans onto your plate, but just when you were about to bite in, an ear-piercing scream came from outside followed by what sounded like when the town's stray dogs bit into a carcass. 

You and your mother’s eyes shot up from the table to the front door as the screams continued. 

“You stay right here!” Your mother demanded as she went outside.

“Mommy no!” You tried to stop her. Whatever evil was happening to your father was sure to happen to her too. 

But it was no use, she ran out. 

You ran to the wall of the door being a chair. Hugging your knees to your chest in a desperate attempt to protect yourself. 

“NO!” you heard your mother scream. Right after, the awful tearing sound continued. followed by silence. 

By this point, your cheeks are completely damp from the tears you didn’t even realize you have been flowing. Who was this man? What did he want? Why did he come to your home?

“Come out little one.” The man yelled from outside. “I saw you earlier in your mother’s arms. I know you want to join them” he said, taunting you. His voice changed, from what it was before. Some sort of accent you have never heard before. 

“Come on y/n, we both know you can’t hide in there forever.” 

Your breath got caught in your throat. He knew your name. How, you didn’t know.

“Your parents were sure kind people.” He began. “It’s a pity that it turned out to be their undoing.” Suddenly, a fight lit inside you. Your feelings of fear and sadness were firmly swept away as anger started to course through your veins. 

You shot up from your huddled position behind the chair and ran to the front door. Whoever this man is, you were going to stop him with whatever you had in you. 

After swinging the door open, you froze in your spot. The darkness made it difficult for you to make everything out, but you saw enough. The man’s eyes glowed red and his clothes were damp with what could only be blood. 

“Hello sweetheart” The man started, standing several feet from your pourch. “You can call me Remmick.” You shut the door, unable to confront the monster that stood behind it. 

“Don’t you worry sweet thing. I’ll be back for you.” 

The next morning, you discovered that your parent’s bodies were gone. Not even a strand of hair remained, leaving you with nothing but memories. 

***

The years have come and gone and now you live in the middle of town working at a local apothocary shop. You have done your besst to suppress the painful memories of that fateful night. The blood, the screams. While you couldn’t escape the Delta, you could at least forget. 

After all these year’s of waiting for Remmick to come back, you started to believe that he may have forgotten about you, and that maybe a normal life is actually possible. The thought that you will never have to encounter this devil of a man again makes you feel relieved, but also angry. That the closure, the revenge you so desperately want will never happen. 

“Hello y/n, got any cough syrups?” Thomas, one of your regular’s came in shooting you a soft smile.

“Sure thing.” You went to the back to collect the bottles. 

“Mighty warm weather we are having aren’t we.” Thomas said as you were cashing him out at the register. 

“It’s always this warm in the Delta.” You teased. “Lord knows we could use some rain. I’d do anything to cool off.” 

“Well if you need some relief from this heat, I’m more than welcome to accompany you on a night’s walk. The sun finally sets and the night air is rather refreshing.” Thomas flashed his pearly whites at you as you handed him his change. Almost every time he comes to the shop he comes up with some new scheme to ask you on a date, and while he was certainly a charmer (and not bad looking either), you couldn’t find yourself taking him up on the offer. 

“Thank you, but I think I can manage this heat just fine.” 

“Whatever you say little lady. Have a nice day.” He tipped his hat and left the store, the belle ringing merrily on his way out. 

As the day was coming to a close, you finished locking up the shop. After storing away the aliments, soaps, herbs, and medicine in all their proper place, you locked the shop door. 

“Hello miss.” The voice of a stranger startled you as you dropped your keys. 

Bending down to pick them up, the stranger beat you to it. Standing up, a man with dark hair and deep blue eyes, held the keys in his hands.

“I believe these are yours.” He said with a small grin. 

The man placed his hand on top of your palm to return the keys for you to then place in your dress pocket. 

“Thank you sir.” You responded kindly, blushing at the brief touch of contact. Being a yong lady in a small town meant that if a man had the chance to firt with you, he would. But none were certainly as good-looking as him. 

“Locking up shop all by yourself? It ain’t safe for a little lady like you to wander around after dark.” While he spoke with an air of caution, it came off more like a threat.  

You smiled at his sentiment, Living alone, you were no fool to the dangers the Delta held, but you’ve learned how to grow thick skin.

“I promise you sir, I can handle myself just fine.” You rolled your shoulders back and straightened your spine as a puny attempt to show you are stronger than you look. 

“Oh I have no doubt about that.” The man said, taking a few steps forward. 

You stood firm in your ground as he approached you. Maybe you would’ve backed down before, but there was something in the air that night that told you to stay against your better judgement. He soon stood close enought in front of you that if you reached your arm out you could touch his chest.

“Is there something I can help you with, mister?” You uttered carefully, daring yourself to take another step closer. He was attractive, no doubt about it, but it was often the things most gratifying to the eye that ended up being the most dangerous. Even so, your practical side wasn’t the one pulling the ropes. 

“Help me?” He spoke, brows raised. “A tempting offer, but I think I’m here to help you.” His voice became low and daring. “A lady like you shouldn’t be out all by herself, you never know what you may run into in the Delta.” 

“Believe me sir, no one knows that better than me.”

“Aren’t you a firey one.” He said while cocking his head to the side. “May I have the pleasure to escort you home?” You considered his offer. Any other young woman would have sprung at the chance for a nighttime stoll with a handsome mysterious stranger. However, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. 

“I think I can handle myself just fine.” Spoken firmly and final. 

“Then I hope you’ll grace me with your presence some other night.”

“Maybe.” You cast your eyes down playfully, unresisting a smirk. “Only if the Delta’s dangers don't get to me first”. 

The man let out a short laugh at your cheeky response. “Believe me miss, I wouldn’t let them get to you even if they tried.” The reply was strange, nevertheless, you let it pass.

“And does this gentleman have a name?” You asked, wanting to leave with at least something to remember him by. 

“Let’s not be hasty now. All good things come with time.” Even more odd. 

Any girl growing up in these parts knew when something, or someone was trouble. Even so, like a moth to a flame, you didn’t turn away. 

“Well you have a good night mister. You know where to find me if you need anything .” You turned on your heel and strod off. 

“Don’t you worry miss, you already gave me everything I need.” You turned around to respond, but the stranger was nowhere to be seen. 

Odd.

Your walk home faced no difficulties. Nonetheless, you kept turning your head every minute, unable to shake the feeling you were being followed. 

***

The next day came and went with no signs of the mystery man from before. As did the next day, and the day after that. Eventually, it got to a point where you started to believe that your loneliness… and your desire, was starting to make you hallucinate. 

Just when you thought that the stranger was nothing more than a figment of your imagination, you ran into him once more. 

“Well if it isn't my pretty little lady.” You were on your way home from work, just reaching the town's edge. 

The man’s steps were loose and unhurried, salvaging the encounter. 

“Good evening sir.” You answered politely. “I take it everything is alright with you?”

“Oh everything just became perfect right about now.” The stranger has haunted your thoughts for long enough, you deemed. It’s about time for your mind to be brought to ease. 

“You aren’t from the Delta are you?” you challenged. 

“What gave it away?”

“You get used to seeing the same faces after a while down in these parts. So where are you from.”

“A place far more ancient than you can imagine.” You scoffed at the answer. Who did this man think he was? This was not your first time dealing with disagreeable folk, and certainly not you last.

Your interrogation continued, “And what brings you to this part of the country?” The question brought a smile to his face. You knew you were dancing with the devil, but at this point in this deadly waltz, you had no longing to stop. 

“I guess you could call it unfinished business.” The answer didn’t sit right with you one bit. 

“And what would that be?” You’ve seen his expression before when you encountered hunters in the forest, one who’s prey fell right in their trap.

“Many years ago I came across this wee little thing in the woods. Before, I wanted her for… well let’s just say other purposes. But now, after seeing her again, I’ve changed my mind. I want her for something completely different.” His answer sent a chill up your spine. 

He started to approach you slowly. “Come on y/n, don’t you remember me at all?” Your heart rate spiked up and your breaths became frantic. 

“No.” It came out barely about a whisper. The memories of that fateful night, the one you have tried so desperately to forget started to break its way back in. 

“Don’t worry, I don’t want to hurt you, at least permanently.” He laughed at his own joke. “All these years, and I couldn’t have imagined the pretty thing you would turn into.” And then, there it was, the flash of red. As he came closer, your survival instincts finally kicked in and you ran as fast as your legs could take you. 

Your house wasn't too far, but you have never been much of a runner, and who knows what he, what Remmick, is capable of.

“There is no point in making this hard.” You heard him say behind you, speaking like a parent trying to make a stubborn child eat their veggies. 

You didn’t dare to look back. All you could think of was getting home. And soon enough, there it was, your four walled sanctuary. 

By some miracle, you made it past the pourch and into the home, placing you back against the wall of the door. You waited a moment to let your breathing die down. But your moment of relief only lasted just that.

“You can pretend all you want, but I could smell how badly you want it.” His southern facade has vanished into that foreign sound you heard before. “It is just in your luck that I can give it to you.”

You paid his words no mind. Shutting your eyes tight, you prayed to whatever God there was to make this devil disappear. 

“I have to say, I feel a little dissapointed. Before you were a child, but I guess you were too weak then and too weak now.” And just like that, your eyes shot open. The fear inside you was replaced with pure rage. You knew enough folklore to know what he was, know his weakness. Grabing the silver kitchen knife, you ran outside screaming. 

Remmick didn’t stand too far from the enterance of your house, and in an instant, you stabbed the knife to the upper left side of his chest. You stepped back after your attack, expecting this to be the end of it.

All it seemed to do was irritate him. 

After he stumnled a few steps back, he pulled the knife slowly out of his torso and threw it aside. 

“I knew you were going to take some convincing but you sure do know how to put up a good fight.” He sounded almost amused. 

You stood paralyzed. Your only weapon now proving useless. In a flash, Remmick ran towards you, hand around your throat as the other pulled you close to him.

You let out a scream before he placed his hand over your mouth

“Shhh, we both know that won’t save you now.” Your eyes started to brim with tears. Whatever dark plan he has instored for you couldn’t be good. 

“There is no need to be scared. I’m about to give you everything you could ever want.” Your fear turned into confusion, and soon enough, his lips were on yours. He kissed with longing, with need. Like it was something he was waiting to do for a very, very long time. For all you knew he was. 

As the kiss deepened, he started to touch you in an area that in these parts was reserved for your husband, certainly not him. You couldn’t resist letting out a soft moan. It was hard to remeber the last time you have gotten such pleasure. 

“There we go.” Remmick whisphered in your ear. Slowly, his mouth widened to reveal his fangs. Once your eyes opened, you remembered exactly what you were doing, and exactly who it was with. 

You pushed yourself out of his grasp. “GET AWAY FROM ME!” You fell to the ground, picking up the discared kitchen knife and holding it in boith hands, pointing it towards him.

Remmick let out an exasperated sigh. "Just when I thought I had you, you had to act up.” 

Your hands trembled while clutching the knife. He won’t get me. He won’t. 

The devil in disguise took four long strides towards you before standing over you looking like he just caught your hand in the cookie jar. 

He crouched down slowly, taking the knife from your grasp steadily as you sat powerless to fight. 

He ran his finger up and down against your cheek. For a beginning as ancient as him, his touch was softer than expected. 

“You’re perfect.” He stated. 

Just like that, not wasting a moment of time, his fangs pierced their way into your neck. 

You let out a scream, but soon, the initial pain started to fade, and in its place was something wonderful, something blisful. 

After Remmick pulled away, you looked at him and felt everything he was feeling. His love, his hurt, his desire. 

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” You smiled foolishly at him. How could you have been so disagreeable before, when right here, right now, was the man who would give you everything.

@spikedfearn

[hoonieyun]

interview with a vampire

pairing: sim jaeyun x reader genre: vampire!jake x talk show host reader, suspense/thriller, angst, supernatural, internet forum theme (?) warnings: mentions of blood, neck biting and other vampire activities lol, reader is a skeptic and a bit mean, jake is a vampire so you know... kissing, suggestive, 18+ not proofread lol

synopsis: yn, the new face of late night tv has made a calling on centering her show on supernatural and paranormal activities and entities because of her skepticism. tonight, she faces a real life vampire on her show; intending to prove his existence: false.

wc: 3017

“places! filming in 3.. 2..” the director signals a hand that filming has begun and a bright red light turns on in the far corner that says, “filming in progress”. 

“hello, everyone. my name is yn, the host of spooky skeptics and i’m going to cut all of this introduction bullshit and go straight into it– tonight, we have a special guest.” you said confidently, a flirty and sassy attitude wrapped around your tongue as you go through the introduction of your show. 

“as you can see, our usual live studio audience is empty and that’s because we have a real life ‘vampire’ in the studio tonight. he’s been alive, or i guess, dead? –for thousands of years, allegedly, and has taken time out of his busy schedule of being an undead creature to come onto my little show.” you continued, putting emphasis on certain words like vampire, allegedly, and undead to push the narrative that you’re very skeptical and find none of this to be true. 

that was the premise of your show after all. 

spooky skeptics first started out as a little youtube show, you’d make video essays on paranormal and supernatural events and creatures which eventually led to you going insanely viral on the internet, landing you a gig as a tv show host. 

what started off as you being, in all honesty, a hater on the internet, turned into a full blown production on a tv set and filming lot. 

“i know there isn’t an audience tonight but we are streaming live to all of you at home, so… everyone watching at home please give a warm welcome to jaeyun..” you said, with a barely warm tone as you welcomed him on your show. his aura is strong as he steps onto the stage, he’s wearing a beige suit, hair slicked, and features sharp but he has a warm smile on his face. 

it was like he was overjoyed to be there. 

“hi, jaeyun. welcome to spooky skeptics; i’m– yn.. i know.” he says, cutting you off when you attempt to introduce yourself. it catches you a bit off guard but you don’t fully let it show because inside, you know it was just an attempt to throw you off. 

“please introduce yourself.” 

“hello world, i’m sim jaeyun; but all of you can just call me, jake.” he says, a mysterious smile on his face as he looks into the camera.

“wait! let’s cut! sorry we’re having weird transmission issues, give us a second.” a staff member calls from the back and everyone cuts. the light in the back is now green, indicating that filming has paused. you drop your cards with your script on the table with a bit of an aggravted sigh, slightly slouching into your chair as they try to figure out what’s going on. 

“you look a bit tired.. are you alright?” jake asks, turning his head towards you but his body remains still in position. 

you look up at jake and blink at him, not expecting the question. 

“what is that accent? australian?” you ask and he nods. 

you pout and nod at his response. 

“um.. no i’m not tired– well kinda. we did have to film pretty late today, per your request, but anything for the show, right?” you tilt your head, a bit of a condescending smile on your face as you answer him. 

jake had several requests before making his appearance on your show. 

1: limited witnesses, right now there was only you, the director, and 3 other staff members. 

2: filming would take place after midnight because you know… he’s a “vampire”

3: for you to be open to him even if you’re skeptical of his existence 

you had followed all of these rules, maybe the third one not as much, but you tried your best not to be so strong with your skepticism. 

“you're..” jake says, eyes boring into yours. 

“what?” you ask, not completely sure of what you heard. 

“okay! we’ve got it situated, let’s run it back.” the cameraman says and soon filming restarts, picking up where you left off. completely forgetting the small conversation you were just having with jake. 

filming goes on and you ask jake several questions, a regular interview routine, and he seems to answer them with a sense of grace and maturity; not completely playing into your games. you weren’t completely sure if jake was just toying with you but his answers seemed to run in circles just enough so that it sounds fundamental but doesn’t have an actual answer within it. 

as much as you wanted to take this seriously it felt like he treated this interview as if  it was a joke. he didn’t give definitive answers, often responded with questions of his own, and tried his best to make you look like a fool for not believing in him. 

“okay– none of this even makes sense. if we go off of basic vampire rules and such, then none of it is correct. we can see you on the cameras and mirrors; and quite frankly, i actually had garlic wafted through our ventilation system and you seem completely fine. 

jakey.. can i call you that? jakey– i’m sorry but i don’t think you’re a real life vampire because vampires. don’t. exist.” you say with a shrug punching each word at the end– a smug expression on your face as you grill into him for the false narrative that he’s presented on your show. 

“everyone at home, i’m going to be honest… this episode is a bust and– give.” jake interrupts you with a single word and your face instantly turns towards him. 

you give him a puzzled expression, head slightly tilted to one side. 

“what did you say?” 

jake shakes his head with a pout as if he hadn’t said anything and when you look towards your team, they’re all exchanging glances with each other like you were crazy. seemingly enough, they hadn’t heard anything the way you had. 

maybe it was because they weren’t sitting right next to him. 

“um.. anyways. okay, please give me and our viewers at home a bit of a run down on what it’s like being a ‘vampire’.” you say, putting air quotes around the word vampire. 

jake chuckles with a scoff, a half smirk on his face as he looks down before looking directly into the camera to speak. “you know, being a vampire isn’t all it's cut out to be. i have to remain hidden, nonexistent, and constantly waiting. 

i wish i could be like you, all of you, living my life the way i want to. indulging in my cravings the way you all do. give into temptations. unleashing my desires for the world to see.” 

his voice is low but clear. he speaks with a cadence similar to a tune; like a lullaby almost. you’d be lying if you didn’t feel like you were in a bit of trance as you listened to him speak but you shook that feeling off when he looked back at you before he finished speaking. 

“mine.” 

once again, you look at him with a puzzled look but you choose not to address it. you for sure heard him clearly, he had said mine but the word was out of place from his previous statement. your eyes are narrowed at him as you slowly pull up your cue cards, almost like a shield, however not one that is effective. 

“right.. um.” you start to stutter a bit, like the longer you’re in the presence of jake, the harder it gets to remain focused. you weren’t sure if it was because you were getting tired of the interview or if it was due to jake’s unnerving aura. 

he wasn’t even doing anything but his lack of energy was replaced with a certain ambience that shifted as soon as he stepped in front of the camera. jake was merely sitting on the small couch in front of your desk, one leg crossed over the other with his shoulders back and posture upright. he was looking directly at the camera in front of him and would only look at you when he was speaking to you. 

you couldn’t help but take in his features. despite claiming to be a vampire, his features were soft. he had big round eyes, one of like a puppy, plump lips that look like they’re stained by strawberries, and a tall nose that grounded all of his features together. 

if you weren’t trying to prove this man as a farce, you would’ve complimented his looks, but you had a character to uphold. 

“to..” 

he speaks before you get a chance to read the next thing on your card. 

“what?” 

jake doesn’t move or respond so you decide to continue. 

“um– so, tell us jake. is there anything you want the world to know about being a vampire? not that i totally believe you are one.” you added, widening your eyes in doubt. 

“i exist.” jake looks straight into the camera with a stoic expression. his face barely even contorts when he speaks, like a statue or a puppet of some sort. your cameraman had his camera focused on your guest, eyes glued onto him as he watched the alluring man in front of the camera. 

“ah, shit!” the cameraman exclaims out of nowhere. 

“is everything alright?” you ask

“yourself..” 

jake’s words don’t register in your mind as your focus is on your team. “fuck– my nose is bleeding. sorry guys, give me a moment.” the cameraman excuses himself, hands around his face as blood begins to drip from his nose, covering his hands in crimson. 

small droplets fall onto the floor, trailing behind him. 

jake swallows the lump in his throat, forcing himself to remain unphased– but deep inside he wanted nothing more than to jump from his seat and chase down your cameraman and drain him of all the blood in his body until he’s become shriveled up– nothing but bones and skin left behind. 

you clear your throat before continuing. 

“let’s cut.” you suggest and everyone takes a break but because the main cameraman was dealing with his bloody nose, no one shut off his camera. “you know, my goal isn’t to convince you that i’m real, right?” jake speaks up as you’re taking a sip of your coffee. 

“then what is your goal?” 

“yourself..” 

“what? your goal is.. me?” 

jake slowly turns his head towards you, gaze piercing into your own as you get a full view of his face. your bottom lip starts to tremble as you battle and try your best to hold his gaze. jake doesn’t speak for a second, almost like he’s challenging you in a staredown. his dark orbs were like a blackhole and the longer you looked into them the more you felt yourself getting pulled in. 

“me..” 

and suddenly jake is rising from his seat on the couch and sauntering over to you. like he was floating almost. you begin to lean back into your chair so much, wishing it would just swallow you whole as you watch jake get closer and closer.

“what are you doing?” your voice falters as you question him.

but jake doesn’t answer. each step he takes makes your heart thud louder. all the while, jake can hear it 100x more than you can. the blood rushing through your veins and coursing through your body is like a lullaby to him. drawing him closer and closer. 

you look to your team for help but suddenly there isn’t anyone there. the director sitting in his chair was gone, everyone behind the cameras and lights, gone. nothing but stale air and a slight ringing in the atmosphere as your eyes wander. 

jake slamming his hands on your wooden desk and throwing it away with a crash causes you to flinch. the loud sound and aggressive action startled you as jake was now towering over your shaking body. you tried not to look him directly in the eyes but when you turn away, jake’s hand flies to your chin and pulls your face towards his. 

“don’t look away now love, didn’t you want to know if i was real.” he says, his voice was still low but it felt different. before, he sounded calm and reserved, sometimes his inflection would raise but now it was like a whole other person had stepped into his body. he sounded playful, almost like he was toying with you. 

“do i look real to you?” jake says, lowering his face closer to yours. so close that you could feel his breath on your skin. 

you swallowed the dryness in your throat, frozen against his touch. jake’s skin was freezing. not just cold, but freezing. you felt your body’s temperature fall several degrees when you felt his hand touch your face. so cold that the room itself began to feel like there was a constant chill wafting in the studio. 

you were able to spit out a small no through your quivering lips but jake’s grip on your chin only gets tighter as you try to fight him off. he brings his face even closer, his cheek slightly grazing yours as he brings his lips closer to your ears. 

“what about now?” he whispers into your ear, lips ever so lightly brushing against the shell of your ear as his words pool inside of your head. before you could answer, sharp fangs elongate inside of jake’s mouth and a searing pain in your neck causes you to gasp, an agonizing moan escapes from your lips. 

jake was indulging in your blood and you could feel all of your blood swimming towards his lips that are attached to your neck. you begin to get light headed, the studio lights above you getting brighter and brighter the longer jake sucks onto the supple skin of your neck. the fear rages through you and it only makes jake’s meal taste even sweeter. 

he smiles into your skin before pulling away. 

blood drips from his mouth as he looks down at you, eyes drooping and head bobbing around, trying your best to stay conscious– but you eventually succumb to the feeling. 

“delicious.” jake whispers. 

he stands up straight, fingers gently trailing over your lips before he dusts off his blazer. later wiping the blood off of his face and sucking the excess blood off of his skin. red, staining his face as your sweet and vibrant blood is smeared across his chin. his head slowly turns to the camera like an owl. 

a sinister smile slowly spreads across his face as the cameras suddenly cut, nothing left on the screen’s of the viewer’s watching at home. 

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r/Supernatural Did you guys see this week’s episode of Spooky Skeptics? WTF was that?  submitted by: QuackPuma PrettyFoxPrince I saw it!! That was so crazy?? You think it was real? I doubt it, then we’d hear all about it on the news right? OrangeCatNyaaa That was so fake. I love YN and Spooky Skeptics but that episode was so whack.  BambiBoy God, that was insane. I hope YN is fine and that this was all a prank or something. Anyone find any updates on that guy by the way? I tried looking into him but I didn’t get anything besides some articles from the 1600s that were in a random ass language.  PrettyFoxPrince in reply to BambiBoy I tried to look him up too and didn’t get anything. I even tried reverse image searching him with a screenshot from the stream and I swear it gave me a virus or something. The words on my computer turned into random characters and when I refreshed the page it just said error.  IcePenguin Did you guys catch this? Whenever he’d say a random word, YN would look hella confused and I watched back the stream and put the words together. It took a bit of time but I was able to mix the words around and came up with this, “You’re mine. Give yourself to me.”  Fucking weird dude.  BlackCatShadow in reply to IcePenguin Bro, what the fuck!! I just tried to rewatch the stream and it fucking crashed midway and when I refreshed it was gone. Someone needs to check in on them.  QuackPuma [NEW] Guys, I got an update. This is so fucked… I can’t believe it.  Article Linked: Late Night TV Show Host and staff found slaughtered on their TV set. Footage from cameras and security cameras on the premesis have been wiped. OrangeCatNyaaa in reply to QuackPuma What? That makes no sense, there’s a whole stream of it.  IcePenguin in reply to QuackPuma Yeah, that weirdo vampire guy named Jake did it?? Why is no one talking about him?? He’s a fucking murderer!! PrettyFoxPrince in reply to IcePenguin Who is Jake? That stream literally doesn’t have anyone on the screen besides YN?? She was probably tweaking the whole time and made it all up.  BlackCatShadow in reply to IcePenguin Bro, you’re tripping. I just watched the stream again and it’s just YN talking to an empty couch. Are you sure you aren’t behind this too? This is probably a publicity stunt or some shit. LAME! BambiBoy in reply to IcePenguin Ain’t shit there bro. YN probably hired you to come up with this hoax because her show was starting to flop. Click the link QuackPuma sent, they literally talk about a wild animal breaking onto their set. 

That was the very last episode of Spooky Skeptics. YN’s show on YouTube had 100 videos and her Late Night Show lasted for 2 seasons. 

The episode titled “Interview with a Vampire” was only up for one hour after the stream ended, suddenly disappearing from the internet– and when it returned at exactly 6am, the footage only shows YN seemingly interviewing nobody when static interference cuts the interview for 27 minutes before returning to normal. The sight of the aftermath of the slaughter remains on the screen for the rest of the playback before the screen goes black. 

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Recently I’ve been thinking about the different types of love languages in Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint, The S-Classes That I Raised, and Lout of the Count’s Family…

Not to say that each of the stories describes only one single kind of love language; they are, after all, all novels that focus on Found Family, with many different types of relationships between characters that express their love for each other in as many different ways.

Yet, I’ve noticed how at the core of each of these three stories there is one specific act of love that recurs more than others, and that becomes the true Theme each novel revolves around.

In Lout of the Count’s Family, the main love language is providing food and a home.

“Home” is such an important concept in LCF that Cale collects houses like they were pokemon cards. The source of his trauma when he was a child as Kim Roksu was that he was not given sufficient food, and that where he lived was not truly a shelter where he could feel safe, just a place he was trapped in.

And I don’t think there are ever more than 2 chapters in a row without a character offering food to others, or asking if they’re hungry, if they’ve eaten, why haven’t you eaten, here have some apple pie!!

Cale uses his newfound money and power to make sure his loved ones are provided for. That’s how he adopts bonds with most of his new family.

The first thing Raon does after he’s freed from the prison he’s been trapped in all his life, is to leave food for this hopelessly weak human.

Choi Han, who has lived alone in a dangerous forest for decades, would do anything to protect his home.

The Crown Prince, who has been isolated and untrusting of everyone ever since his mother died, makes sure to always have cookies in his bedroom in case guests “break in” for a visit at any time of the day or the night.

I love you, you’ll never be hungry again. I love you, my home is your home.

In The S-Classes That I Raised, the main love language is words.

Yoojin’s powers are literally activated by telling people “I love you”. Because all he ever wanted was to say “I love you” to his brother one last time.

Because the tragedy that starts the story happens because Yoohyun loved and protected his hyung in secret for years. Silence creates misunderstandings, it creates distance, it leads to loss.

Loving someone isn’t enough, tell them! Reassure them. Remember what they say, because their words are important!!

Ever since the regression, Yoojin always let people know when he loves them and appreciates them. “You’re perfect, you’re cute, you’re so talented, you’re so handsome, you are loved.”

And as the novel progresses, whenever Yoojin is in pain, or doesn’t know what to do, he turns to Sung Hyunje because he needs to be reassured, he needs to know he did well, he needs to hear he is still important to the people he loves.

I love you, please know that I love you! I love you, please tell me you love me back.

And finally, in Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint, the main love language is time.

Time is one of the greatest sources of horrors in ORV. Eternities upon eternities of suffering, being trapped for ages in the same, hopeless loop, wishing for everything to just stop.

And yet, time is also the greatest gift characters give to each other.

Because the wounds Dokja suffered as a child, and then again and again through his whole life…. They need time to heal. They need so much time. They will probably take forever.

So let them take forever.

Despite how much pain and worry he causes his companions by giving up on himself over and over again, his companions never give up on him. And he doesn’t understand why!! He doesn’t think he’s worth it. But it’s not his choice, it’s theirs. And they will go through as many tries, as much pain, as much time as it takes, before they can finally save him.

I love you, so I will wait fifty years for you. I love you, so I will live through thousands of lifetimes to find you. I love you, so I will read and reread your story for the rest of time, just to keep you alive.