#LOTS I STILL NEED TO ADD I KNOW I JUST WANTED . SOMETHING UP

[alienssstufff]

This Should've Been an Email

His mouth moved without it telling it to, then closed like whoever was possessing him didn’t know what to say either. There was something going on, something Etho could feel but didn’t understand. They were standing on the edge of the world, and Etho didn’t know how to tell Bdubs he was out of time. Was he out of time? Maybe he was just going insane again. Maybe-

“Etho, there’s a lot of void energy going on right now, can you focus-”

You can’t outsmart a god. You can only run.

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[ READ HERE ] Latest addition to the Should've Could've Would've series and sequel to the YCAOverse byyyy incredible great @goingdownorup cinemaaaa is HERE and we are BACK IN THE BUILDING!!!

[rambling undercut]

you've fallen for my trap card, ramblings not about the actual fic yet sorry - I'm going to talk about art technicalities at you now :]

Ver without the text:

I drew this up on a whim immediately after finishing the first chapter. Other than it being fanart, this year I want to think smarter when making elaborate pieces - this being the one of the first experiments on it.

sketches have always been my starting foundation I usually go through a few iterations gradually building off the rough thumbnail all the way to lineart. Here I'm establishing perspective and rhythm (movement), using background and props to better frame the emphasis (focal) rather than overwhelm the eye with unnecessary detail.

Shirahama's Witch Hat Atelier manga panels were an inspiration for the lineart (reoccuring character. WHA changed my life)

I even started actually putting base colours instead of skipping to shading... BASE COLOURS. BASE COLOURS WITHOUT SHADING? Crazy world we live in. Above were me testing which colours worked best for the background and purpose. Ethubs look a little out of place atm - this changes in solid filters

Shading itself was a lot of back and forth in constant fumbles to maintain the rhythm instructed in the lineart, adding emphasis how values needed to carry the visual communication of this piece especially with a line heavy background because of the wheatfields. Everything uses either cel shading, filters, or gradients - I wanted to find a way to add complexity to my regular rendering style without needing to manually blend/paint (takes too long)

During this stage, Heikala's watercolour art was the study in crowd control (backgrounds with organic repetition)

Smaller misc details that couldn't fit anywhere in the previous pages. Overall while there are some things I still would change/redo, overall very pleased as a first (second) attempt ^_^

[itwasntimethatdidit40]

Eyes on the Mirror - part 1

Pairing: neighbor!Frankie Morales x f!reader Rating: +18, NSFW Words count: 2631 Summary: You're at a turning point in your relationship with Frankie, he tells you that his mother insists on meeting you. Tags/Warnings: POV second person, no use of y/n, reader wears dresses, heels and uses make-up, no other description of her is given, no mention of her skin tone and she doesn't blush, no description of her hair, Frankie can lift her but he’s a hunk of a men you know, mention of food, established relationship, enemies to lovers, smut, fluff, kissing, mention of unprotected p in v, nipples play (f receiving), oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), panties in mouth (don't know how it's called in English, I just know that I like it lol), Frankie is our canon PEK and also the perfect boyfriend okay, mention of being caught (well, to be more specific, to be heard lol), pet names. Let me know if I forgot something and I'll add it right away. A/N: This has been a long journey and I think it took me longer than expected. Second part is coming tomorrow. It's an emotional work, it's smut, but it's smut with feelings and I think I put a lot of myself into it. So I ask you to be especially delicate. This Frankie is the same guy from You look like a fun place to sit and Give me more Anyway, let me say a few thanks because I can't believe I had two people volunteer to be my beta, I'm very lucky. Kate @aurorawritestoescape and Ally @arcanefox207 The fact alone that you took some time to read and proofread my stuff is so important to me and you have given me so many helpful suggestions and advice, I am very grateful ❤️ Thank you Odi @joelmillerisapunk , to let me blather, to cheer me up, to always have the right words, I don't know how you do it, you're literally a gem ❤️ We’re going back to the emotional unavailable men agenda asap but for the moment I hope you’ll enjoy my lover boy neighbor!Frankie who is crazy about his girl 🥰  English is not my first language, any mistake is still on me, so if you come across one I’m very sorry. Frankie Masterlist ⎮ Masterlist ⎮ part 2

You and Frankie have been together for four months now, and you’re incredibly happy. Your neighbor, the man you spent a year hating, revealed himself as the best man you’ve ever been in a relationship with. 

You haven't said “I love you” to each other yet, you're taking it slow and you're perfectly fine with that, you know you have strong feelings for him but you don't know if he's ready to say it and the last thing you want is to ruin the best relationship you've had because of words said too soon. 

So you respect his timing without forcing his hand. And still you often think you don't even really need to say it, all you really want is to keep being with him, the man who can make you laugh in a second, with whom you like to do everything from the most mundane things like grocery shopping and running errands, to talking for hours and sharing everything with him, cooking, going to parties and concerts, even bickering. 

And sex. 

Oh, Frankie is a fucking magician. 

The most shockingly fiery and at the same time sweet lover you've ever had. 

You feel you can be yourself at all times with him, he knows your flaws and frailties and accepts them. And from where you were starting out it already feels like a considerable accomplishment. You never thought that the man who used to spend time judging you, once you penetrated his armor, was actually such a tolerant and nonjudgmental person.

You haven't moved in together, but you spend almost every night together, and yet, you are still trying to navigate your relationship without making the other one run off before taking the next step.

So when Frankie tells you that his mother would love to meet you, you get a little scared but you try to put on a good face.

"You really don't mind?" he prods you. 

You can never hide anything from him; Frankie has an ability to read your mind, the talent that you had never found in a man. 

His eyes scan you and he has a cunning little smile as he’s standing on the other side of the table, eating the eggs you prepared for him. 

“Yeah, don't worry, it's okay,” you nod, your movement a little forced, and Frankie notices it. 

“You're nervous, huh? Look it's normal,” he tries to reassure you, his hand slides across the table until it meets yours. 

He squeezes it gently and then intertwines his fingers with yours. 

“I'm sorry, she's been nagging me for at least a month now, I've managed to keep her at bay until now but she grilled me yesterday and told me that she was expecting us for dinner on Friday.”

“Yeah...I just feel a little pressure, you know, but it's okay,” you admit.

“Babe, she will like you very much, I'm sure.”

You look into his eyes, those big eyes the color of coffee and chocolate, and the comfortable glow they give off immediately takes away part of the weight you feel on your chest. 

“Are you sure?” you murmur.

“Of course!” he smiles at you, ”Well, you're a little sassy but...”

You slap his hand “Frankie! You're not helping me!” you complain. 

“Come on, I'm kidding. She’s going to adore you, I have no doubt about it,” he chuckles.

“Mmmm we’ll see” you still mumble with uncertainty.

"Come here," he says softly. 

You get up and walk over to him before he welcomes you on his lap and you wrap your arms around his neck. He rests his forehead on yours looking into your eyes and repeats softly, “she will adore you…not as much as I do but she sure will”

The thing is this with him, he's been circling around that word for weeks, so you're pretty sure he's going to confess sooner or later.

"What if she doesn't like me?" you ask him and bite your lip, looking at him expectantly.

“Uh, I don't want to stop fucking you, you know... so, you'll have to stay in a clandestine relationship while I'm dating a woman, personally chosen by my mom.” 

You kiss him, muttering “god, you're so...” 

He giggles and asks "what am I like?" tightening his grip on your waist a little tighter and pulling you closer to his chest, your tits pressed against him. 

“An incredibly lovely fucking bastard.”

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You are in the kitchen preparing dinner, which in your case means putting take-out pizza on plates, as you hear Frankie come in. 

“Hey, are you here?” 

He gave you his keys a few weeks ago to make it easier for you to get around.

“In the kitchen!” you shout to him. 

You hear his footsteps approaching from the hallway until he comes in with a bag. 

“Hey, baby.” 

You walk up to him to give him a kiss, he immediately puts down the bag and hugs you tightly. “mmm I missed you. What's for dinner?” 

“Pizza,” you tell him smiling through your eyelashes and stealing another kiss, his beard tickling your cupid's bow pleasantly “And I was thinking about…uhm…your cock for dessert.”

He squeezes your butt, chuckling, “So eager, huh?”

“For you? Always,” you purr, looking into his eyes, veiled with desire.

His stomach grumbles slightly making you giggle, “Do you want to eat first?” 

“Uh, no,” he whispers, and as he does so he slips two fingers under the straps of your dress and pulls it off, letting it slide to the floor. 

You're in your panties in front of him, no bra, he looks at you spellbound with a smirk that unknowingly puckers his lips, "do you know how beautiful you are?" 

His eyes move from your face down to the crease of your neck, your cleavage, your breasts, your stomach, slowly, as if he is drinking from your body, the source that keeps him alive. 

He takes his time, still hasn't touched you but you'd swear you've never felt more caressed than now, nurtured, sensed, accepted in your body's every disheveled and flawed manifestation.

You could swear you could moan from that alone.

When his hands approach your hips you want them so badly that you instinctively lean into them to meet his palms, the warmth of his skin welcoming you.

You cling to his broad shoulders, bringing his body closer to yours.

He lifts you up as if you weighed nothing and lays you on the kitchen countertop, next to the sink. 

Your legs hang over the edge as he commands, “open wide, baby,” and settles in between, still fully clothed. 

“Frankie, please.” 

“You know what I like?” he asks with a smirk, ”the way you light up as soon as I touch you. God, it drives me crazy the way you instantly become a needy little animal, you know that?" 

You feel your eyes heavy and your voice shaky as you repeat his question, “You know what I like? The way you know exactly what I need.”

He smiles, leaning down to your neck to bite the soft skin over your pulse point and soothing it right after with his warm tongue. 

He lowers himself onto you, leaving a trail of kisses on your beating chest, pausing on your tits and spreading his lips over your nipples, first one and then the other, caressing them with his tongue, swirling it around. You moan with each touch, tilting your head back as he sucks them harder, his beard pinching you gently, his warm lips enveloping them.

You pull his cap off and sink a hand into his dark curls. 

He knows you so well, it is as if he has memorized your every little reaction and in his mind has written himself a manual on how to make you completely lose control. 

He continues to work on your nipples, grazing them with his teeth, licking them up and down with his tongue, sucking them between his lips, hard and covering them with his saliva. His tongue goes around your areola, returning to your little pebble every time you pull his hair a little harder and mewl.

He suddenly leaves your tits and returns to your neck, you groan in disappointment but his tongue immediately soothes you trailing up to your jaw and licking over your lips, inviting them to open for him and dragging you in a sloppy, feral kiss that leaves you breathless.

His hips are rocking into you, brushing over your damp underwear while you wrap your legs around his waist, pushing him against your core.

His eyes are dark with lust as he moves one of his hands over your soaked underwear, brushing your folds with his knuckles, “I’m going to make you scream my name so loudly, baby”

“That’s exactly what I want,” you prod him, biting down softly on his lower lip. “Do your magic, Morales.” 

You loosen the grip of your legs, gently pushing his shoulders to invite him to lower himself, and Frankie grumbles jokingly, "bossy". 

He kneels in front of you holding his hands down on your back, just above your butt and pushes you toward him, you falter for a moment balancing on the edge of the counter but his grip is strong and secure.

You run a hand through his curls, tugging slightly.

He licks a strip over your panties, taking the fabric between his teeth, without stopping to look at you. 

A fucking tease. 

He stills for a moment and then kisses your clit. 

Then he moves his flat tongue flat down, almost to your tight hole and then back up, again and again, lingering on your clit with quick flicks of his tongue.

The fabric of your panties is wet with his saliva as a new stream of pleasure floods you, soaking them even more.

“Oh fuck, yes,” you holler.

He looks at you mischievously. “Thinking about it… we should take some measures to make sure you stay quiet, honey, you know?” he nods to the half opened window right behind you. 

You glance back and then blurt out, “oh, whatever, let them hear us.”

Frankie chuckles at your impatience. “Do you really want to put on a show for the whole neighborhood?” 

“There are curtains, they can't see us,” you frown

“But do they need to hear us?” he says as he pulls off your panties, sliding them down your legs.

He sniffs them for a moment- “fucking sweet, darling” - while you wonder what he's going to do, then rolls them and stands back up, sneaking his hand behind your neck and looking at you authoritatively, his lips pursed in a smirk. 

He runs his thumb over your mouth, stops in the center and pushes gently, silently commanding you to open it. The moment your lips part he thrusts your panties into your mouth. “That's it, good girl” he coos.

It’s so wrong, keeping your panties in your mouth like that, your tongue numbed with the taste of it and your body tense under Frankie’s gaze. But also fucking right. 

He graciously holds his power over you, always considerate of your need while he plays with your mind in a delicious nasty way. 

He caresses your cheek, moving down to the column of your neck, wrapping his fingers around it, “Don't try to take them out or you won't get what you want,” he gently orders.  “Can you behave for me?” 

You nod.

He gives you a smirk and gets back on his knees and admires your glistening pussy for a moment. “Always so fucking wet for me,” he whispers before sinking into you again, licking and sucking on your clit and down on your folds, his nose hitting your most sensitive part. 

When you’re basically dripping on your inner thighs, he slides two fingers inside you, so easily moving over the spot he knows makes you see double.

His fingers are inside you up to his knuckles when he curls them, pushing and grasping.

You are thrown into a frenzy almost immediately as he gently hits you with his fingertips again and again, sucking avidly on your clit as you’re stifling your moans by clenching your teeth on your panties.

He laps at your folds so thoroughly, then goes back on your bundle of nerves, sloppy wet noises fill the air mixing with your gasps as he scissors and pushes into you.

He hums against you, whines evenly, you watch him through your eyelashes as he palms himself from above his jeans, seeking some relief.

He doesn’t stop until he feels your legs shake and your stifled mewls trying desperately to get out of your throat. 

Your orgasm crushes over you like a wave, leaving you quivering and breathless.

He gets back up and removes the panties from your mouth, kissing you with his mouth still smeared with your essence. 

 “You’ve been so good, baby.”

You pull him by his shirt protesting, "You haven't got anything yet, though.”

“That’s not a problem, hun, we can eat something and then you’ll eat me. Dessert, remember?” 

You giggle “deal.” 

You steal another kiss from him before slipping your dress back on and setting the table. 

As you eat you notice the bag he left in a corner by the kitchen door.

“What is that?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, I almost forgot, it's a gift for you." 

You squint your eyes “For me? You didn't have to!”

Frankie smiles “I saw it in a store and thought of you. Open it.” 

You get up and go for the bag, not before giving him a kiss.

When you open the bag you find a dress. 

Very simple, black, not too low-cut, with a tulip skirt. 

As you're looking at it, leaning it over your body to see the length, Frankie suggests that you could wear it to his mother's. 

____________________________________________

“Are you ready, honey?” 

Frankie's voice is muffled by the bathroom door as you're finishing putting on your lipstick.

“Almost, you just need to help me with the zipper.”

Frankie opens the door and peeps into the bathroom.

He stops behind you, admiring you in the mirror as you stand there with your lips parted, leaning slightly over the sink, your legs slender from your heels, you wear the dress he bought you, unzipped at the back.

“Jesus, you’re a vision,” he breathes. “Maybe we should skip dinner at my mom’s.” 

He approaches you and settles his big hands firmly on your hips. 

“Come on, Frankie, be serious,” you giggle.

“I'm serious,” he replies in a rough, deep voice.

He leans down to leave a trail of kisses down the exposed skin on your back, his soft lips send shivers down your spine and you are almost on the verge of giving in. 

You set your lipstick down on the sink countertop and turn to look at him pouting

"You can't do this to me now, you know we can't skip it.” 

“Well, it might help you relax though,” he continues to flirt, his lips curved into a little smile.

You’d fall for it any other day but not now that you’re trying to figure out how to impress someone you don’t even know. 

Frankie told you something about his mom, how protective she is and overall pretty conservative, you’re the exact opposite. 

You don’t know why he stays so positive about the dinner, you’re pretty sure she will hate you.

One look from you is enough to let him know how nervous you are.

Frankie leaves a light kiss on your shoulders and says. "Okay, I'll behave, turn around." 

He pulls up his zipper looking at you in the mirror, “Anyway, I wasn’t lying, you look really beautiful.” 

You smile softly, feeling your heart fluttering.

general tag list: @baronessvonglitter , @milla-frenchy , @thundermartini , @harriedandharassed , @almostempty let me know if you want to be added or removed and I’ll do it right away. Thank you so much for reading!

[clockwayswrites]

Mx. Minx - Dinner part 2

masterpost this is a first draft, please no editing or concrit <3 cw:mentions of blood and canon typical violence

He heard Danny move the bathroom and the sink running. Danny’s voice was garbled as he asked, “What sort of medical stuff do you need? Anything more than medication and some bruise cream?”

“A few scrapes,” he answered after a moment of assessing. He flexed his fingers. “My knuckles are probably bloody.”

“Bandages and ointment it is,” Danny said.

It was a while longer before the water shut off, long enough for Jason to be down to his pants, shirt, gloves, and mask. The rest of his gear made a small pile on the coffee table—an odd thing with cheap, mid-century modern lines covered in at least one full layer of stickers. It felt odd to have his weapons not only off, but just sitting where anyone could grab them. It made his hands itch.

He focused on carefully taking off his gloves.

Danny padded softly around the apartment, just out of Jason’s line of sight, before he set a haphazard collection of things on the coffee table next to Jason’s pile. There where the bandages, rags, wipes, and tubes but also bottles of sports drink, packets of crackers and those cheap powdered donuts.

Danny snapped on a pair of rubber gloves.

“Okay, let’s see to you. We’ll eat after, but if you need something now feel free. And you’re going to drink one of those bottles,” Danny said, tone matter of fact and oddly authoritative.

Not wanting a fight tonight, even just for the sake of being stubborn, Jason cracked open one of the bottles and took a long sip. Then he opened the other and set it purposefully in front of Danny, who rolled his eyes, but took a sip.

The gloves game off first. Jason hissed as the fabric pulled against the raw skin. The sound was harsh through the modulation of the mask, but Danny just made a soothing little sound in response and slowed down. When the gloves were finally off, battered knuckles revealed, Danny ran his thumbs under the mess.

“Lots of punching tonight, huh?” Danny asked.

Jason shrugged. “Lots of people needed to be punched.”

“I’m sorry that I don’t think there’s anyway for this not to hurt,” Danny said picked up the wet rag and pressed it to the knuckles.

It was surprisingly, soothingly, warm.

“I’m used to pain.”

Danny sighed. “I know. But I also know that really doesn’t make it any better.”

Jason could only shrug again. It didn’t, but that was also his life. It had always had pain in it. Still, it was nice of Danny to try and cause as little as possible. His touch was different than Leslie’s or Alfred. It was less clinical. Less numb to it all. Not that Danny seemed squeamish in the least or reacted poorly to the blood and bruises, but there was a sadness to him.

Not wanting to add to it, Jason tried to stay as quiet and still as possible as Danny cleaned and dressed the wounds and bruises. It was almost peaceful, despite the stings of pain, and Jason found the exhaustion pulling himself down into a lull.

“Any bruises on your torso?” Danny asked. His hands were already under Jason’s shirt, pushing the fabric up.

Jason stilled Danny’s hands, catching them in his own bandaged ones. “Not pretty under there.”

“I won’t mind.”

But would Jason?

Danny would see his scars—all of them. The one wasn’t something he could explain away. Worse, it was distinct. Identifying. People just didn’t have autopsy scars across their chest.

Jason thought about the guns and knives already on the coffee table.

His blood on the rags.

He dropped his hands.

[thedeafprophet]

Prophet's Tip For Historical Fashion Reference Finding

Say you're into a Brand New Historical Fandom, or researching something for a project, or even just endlessly curious about what is worn in the past. You set out to look for reference images, type in victorian fashion into a search bar on google and you get...

this.

A wide range of various different fashions, unpinpointed to specific eras, intermingled with AI garbage. Not exactly the most useful, now is it?

Fret not, for I have some advice for how I, Prophet, go about searching for historical references, that may or may not be useful to you. Keep in mind, this is simply some ways i go about it and not a definitive how to, and also that it will be primarily focusing on western fashion for this guide in specific....

Shall we? Tips under the cut if you're so inclined. I will warn you, it is fairly long.

1.Know What You're Looking For

By this I mean, try to know what you want to find from the beginning. There's so much out there in historical fashion, that trying to go into it all at once is like looking for a specific drop of water in the ocean.

Have a specific subject in mind, even if its just "evening dress worn to an 1860s ball" or "green dress from the 1890s" or 'fashion plates from this specific location and era", or even just "evening gowns". Knowing what you want to find before you start looking is imperitive

If you're brand new to historical fashion, you may not know what any of these terms mean. Here, id suggest looking for a basic overview of clothing. Often information can be found by searching "time period" + "location" + "fashion terms". This is where im really gonna suggest starting small - stick to a specific era and place, or its gonna get overwhelming very quickly.

To get you started, Here is a good tumblr post on different types of 1890s dresses, here is victorian fashion terms A ~ M, and this youtube video on "Victorian Fashion Is Not What You Think" + "1920s Fashion Is Not What You Think"

Its also important to keep in mind, as a general rule, the further back you go, the harder it will be to find information. Theres much more retained contents from say, the 1910s then there is for say, the 1700s, simply because of a) what information was put out and b) the difference in the amount of time passing. That isnt to say there isn't an equal amount of information of both, its simply a matter of what records survived and where.

2. Be Specific - Pick A Year, A Style, A Place, etc.

Its all well and good to say you want an evening gown, for example, but just searching 'victorian evening gown' can still lead to a mix of results and costumes

Lets refine our search. Lets look for an evening gown from 1901.

Thats a little more direct now isn't it? How about if we add green.

And there we go! Obviously, we still got that one clearly not what we're looking for at the and there, but as it stands, theres some very lovely looking dress references avaiable for our needs. Adding the term 'fashion plate' can specify us further to fashion plates at the time

These searches also bring us to further websites, which leads me to my next comment

3. Know Where To Look

Using google is all well and good, but quite evidently, still wont always give us the best look through. Especially these days with the rise of unfiltered AI content heavily messing up searches. There are ways to cirumcvent that, but its never been ideal.

There's a most obvious place of where to look: Museums. Obviously going directly to whats on show in places isnt accessible to many, but a lot of museums have online archives of their records availible for purusing. For example, the Victoria and Albert Museum has a very a searchable online catalog.

Here i can search for fashion plates, and then specify a time period. The advice i gave earlier still applies, but searching will be different depending on the site you're using.

I highly recommend looking through what various museums have avaiable online, especially since many will also have written up information on the items you are looking at.

In terms of other places to get you started, heres a link to the page with all of The Mets fashion plates by year.

And while I would normally never recommend Pinterest as a main source for images, here is actually a rare occasion that I would. For one, objects that are this old are generally all public domain anyways, and two, some images are from auctions and private collections, things that were uploaded once and never seen again. Some images on pinterest may only exist there now, with how easy it is for things to be lost. Many people have also taken the time already to comb through old magazines and uploaded images onto there too in collections/pinterest boards.

speaking of magazines...

4. Learn The Names of Historical Brands and Fashion Magazines

Capatalism was not invented yesterday, and those in the past were well on their way to starting things. Magazines and catalogs contained so many various advertisments, especially for that of clothing. Many of those magazines have been uploaded and can be found online to this day! Combing through and being able to find images directly from their sources is incredibly useful!

Examples of titles include The Delineator [American, some catalogs online can be found here and here] , La Mode Illustrée [ French, can be found here tho i do warn the site is in french lol] , La Moda Elegante [Spanish, can be found here and here]

This is just a few, there were many magazines around all with various years and styles. Many also have articles in them which can be a fascinating insight into what was being promoted at the time. [though of course, a warning for period related bigotries and questionable knowledge is always applicable when looking at old texts]

5. Take Your Time

There are a lot of different sources, a lot of different time periods, a lot of different locations and styles. It can be a lot.

Don't go into this expecting to know and have every single thing right away, and don't put pressure on yourself to get it all 100% accurate right away. Take your time, learn what you want to learn, and find what you want to find. Even I, with all my interest in it, am still constantly finding and learning new things.

A collection of references wont be built in one day. Take your time to find the images you like, to comb through sources and approach it in how you want to, and build it up step by step.

6. Don't Be Afraid To Look And Ask Around

I'm sure if you've been around, you'll notice a lot of blogs and pages dedicated to historical fashion. Many people are engaged and interested, and share and catalog their research online.

Look to historical costumers online, from youtube to tumblr and anywhere inbetween! Look at the historical costume blogs and comb through tags and what you want to find! So many people are interested in things, and theres community just in the images.

And if you have questions and want to learn more, don't be afraid to ask! From my experience, people love sharing their interests and sources and everything they've gathered. If you're looking for something specific, chances are, someone else might already know! I know i'm more than happy to share and help when asked ^^

Seriously. I have. a lot of images saved

If you read through this whole thing, I applaud you, and hope some of this information can be of some help! Feel free to ask any questions, and happy fashion hunting!!!

[lulunothulu]

Okay hear me out…Ballerina!Reader x Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin. One day he passes a dance studio and sees reader practicing and he’s mesmerized by her grace and elegance. He ends up seeing her at the Hard Deck and when he tries to flirt with her, she’s completely and totally unimpressed with his antics. It’s like a couple weeks later when he runs into her again and tries a more toned down approach which she seems more open to.

That or maybe like head cannons if they’re dating? I just think it’s cute to picture a douchebag losing his mind at the pretty girl not giving him an ounce of attention he so desperately craves. 🤭

OMG I LOVE THIS I also know nothing about ballet so let’s see how this goes lol I’d also like to apologize for taking so long to post this 😭 depression likes to kick my ass sometimes. 

"A Pretty Ballerina"

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Ballerina!Reader

“Short cut it is,” he mutters.

Jake thought he would take the short cut to base, something he rarely did because it required walking through the little stores that were scattered throughout town. Today the little streets were slightly busy. Cars drive by him on their way to work or school, there’s civilians walking in and out of shops—probably buying things they don’t need.

He’s in the middle of passing a dance studio when he turns to look in and that’s when he sees you.

You’re beautiful.

Slender body moving like liquid at whatever it is you’re dancing to. Your arms move like wings of a bird and you’re standing on your tiptoes in some ballet shoes.

A ballerina. The prettiest one he’d ever seen.

Not that he’d seen a lot…but still.

You were an intoxicating sight. He didn’t want to look away—he couldn’t. How could he when the most perfect and graceful person was right there? You’re dancing so beautifully and with so much elegance, that he could barely see the way you lightly furrow your brows in concentration.

Then, you’re spinning on one leg, the other wrapping and twirling you faster and faster. He imagined the world seemed like a blur to you. He must be a blur.

And then you stop, arms stretched out and head held high with a slight smile on your lips. Then, you were slouching and arching your back. He watches as you crack you neck and look in the mirror before you.

He’s about to go in and tell you how beautiful you looked, when he gets a call from Coyote.

“What?” he says as he answers the phone.

“You’re gonna be late and Maverick is pissed. Where are you?” he says on the other side.

Jake sighs. “I’m on my way.”

He glances back into the studio to find you looking at him, eyes curious and had tilted to the side. You were even more stunning, especially with your eyes on him. Jake awkwardly lifts his hand up and waves at you, a cheeky grin pulling his lips back. You wave back and almost crack a smile had it not been for the text he received from Coyote.

Coyote:HURRY UP

Jake sighs but turns away from you, almost jogging all the way to the hangar.

~*~*~*~

Jake had forgotten all about that pretty ballerina he saw that morning. That was, until he was at the Hard Deck and saw her walk in with a group of friends.

He was in the middle of trash talking Rooster into not scoring at the pool table when you’d walked in. His words died off his lips and his eyes followed you to the bar where you now stand, a beer now in your hand and making its way to your perfect lips.

“Hangman!” Phoenix calls out. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you just got distracted by a very pretty lady.”

Behind him, he hears a few chuckles, but doesn’t give them the satisfaction of turning and looking away from you. Instead, he chugs the rest of his beer, lightly setting it on a table beside him and begins to stalk toward you.

He didn’t know what he was going to say to you. All he knew was that he need to talk to you.

He stands to your right, asking Penny for another round of beers before turning to face you and your friends.

“Hey Penny? Can you add another round for these ladies?” He winks at your friends but then focuses back on you.

“Coming right up,” Penny tells him.

Your eyes search his in the same curiosity, you gave him that morning before you perk up a bit. Your eyes practically twinkle at the sight of him, smile growing when you finally speak.

“Wait, you’re the guy I saw standing outside of my studio this morning.”

“I am,” he says. “And you’re the beautiful ballerina I saw.”

You chuckle, unimpressed by the compliment. “Are you stalking me?”

“Not at all. I saw you walked in and decided I’d come buy you and your friends a beer.”

He watches your eyes flick up and down his body and almost flexes his muscles at you.

“Are you even allowed to wear your uniform around like that?” you ask him. “My dad was in the Army and he was never allowed to go to bars with his uniform on.”

Jake shrugs and flashes you a smile. “I can because I’m a naval pilot.”

“So you’re arrogant?”

Jake is taking a back at how blunt you are, but he smiles even wider. “Why? Does that turn you on?”

“No,” you reply. Penny sets a new beer in front of you and your friends, which then prompts you to stand up from the stool you’re sat at. “Thanks for the beer…” You look at his name tag on his chest. “Seresin.”

Jake is about to respond and ask you out on a date when you abruptly stand with your friends and cross the bar. Jake is so dumbfounded by your actions that Penny has to tap him roughly on the shoulder to get his attention.

“Here are your beers, cowboy.”

~*~*~*~

It’s been weeks since he’d seen you. He even tried walking by the dance studio a couple of times. Jake was starting to get desperate and almost went inside the studio one time. It wasn’t until today, two weeks later, when he randomly decided to take his shortcut again.

And there you were.

You were in a pink leotard with a matching skirt, your hair was freely around your shoulders instead of the usual bun. You were sitting on the floor, tying the last ballet shoe and rotating your head to stretch your neck muscles.

At the side of you, Jake knew he needed to act quickly before he could talk himself out of it. So he took a deep breath and pray to God you wouldn’t call him a stalker before he pushes the door to the studio open and enters.

When the bell over the studio door jingles, your head whips up in his direction. Jake almost falls to his knees at the sight of your perfect eyes, your perfect nose…your kissable lips. He wants to scoop you up into his arms and kiss them, to apologize for coming in a bit strong at the bar two weeks ago.

“Hi,” he says. Hi? That’s all he has to say?

“Hi,” you reply. “Can I help you?”

“I, uh,” Jake starts. “I’ve been looking for you.”

Why did he say that?

“Looking for me?” You question. “Why?”

Jake clears his throat and scratches the back of his neck. “I wanted to apologize about how strong I came off at the bar.”

“Oh?”

“I’m not always…I mean I’m not—” Why was this so hard for him to say? “I didn’t mean to come off that hard. Actually some days I’m worse.” he shakes his head and chuckles. “I don’t know why I said that.”

When you laugh, Jake swears the world stopped spinning, and his heart began to beat fast, faster, and harder in his chest.

“I’m sorry I came off that way. I just think you’re very beautiful and I think you dance beautifully.” Jake can feel his cheeks and ears reddening. “And I was wondering if maybe you’d like to go out for dinner sometime?”

Your eyes widen in surprise, but then fall back into a normal size—a smile growing on your beautiful lips.

“Well, you don’t seem like a weirdo. Aside from the fact that you did try to find me two weeks later,” you tell him.

“Actually, I came this way at the exact same time every day in hopes to find you.”

You scoff. “Who, me?”

“Yes, you.” Jake’s voice is earnest, almost pleading for you to believe him. It makes you open your mouth in an “O” and just for a second, he feels like you’re about to say no.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

You nod. “I’ll go to dinner with you.”

The relief Jake feels in his chest echoes as a sigh from his lips. He walks toward you and hand you his phone. “Let me have your number?”

You smile, but begin to type in your number into his phone. From your peripheral vision, you can see him anxiously twiddle his fingers.

“You don’t get nervous a lot do you?” You ask.

“I don’t,” he tells you.

“Good,” you say, handing him his phone back. “I don’t either.”

“So…I’ll see you tonight?”

You smile at him and at that, his world shatters into a million pieces. The only thing left is you. 

“Of course, Seresin.”

he turns to leave but stops in his tracks before saying, “My name is Jake, by the way.”

“Y/N,” you tell him.

Y/N.

“I knew you’d have a beautiful name,” he tells you. He walks to the door, opening it slightly before turning back to you and smiling. “I’ll see you later, Y/N.”

He’d never been more excited to see the end of the day than he was today. All because of a pretty ballerina.

Omg two posts in one day??? I’m on a roll 😂 For more: check out my MASTERLIST

[scoupsakakitty]

Request Yes! : Some requested a 14th member One Shot of Y/N fainting.

Learing to Care Again | idol!Woozi x 14thMember | angst, fluff

The practice room was buzzing with energy as the 13 members of Seventeen moved in unison, perfecting their choreography for the upcoming comeback. The air was thick with the sound of sneakers squeaking on the polished floor and the heavy breathing of the boys pushing themselves to the limit. Among them was Y/N, the 14th member, working just as hard to keep up.

However, something felt off today.

Y/N’s vision blurred slightly as she struggled to keep her balance during the sharp turns of the routine. Her head was pounding, and her body felt weak, but she didn’t want to stop. Everyone was giving it their all, and she didn’t want to be the one to slow them down.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Jeonghan asked, noticing her stumble during one of the moves.

“I’m fine,” Y/N forced a smile, waving him off. “Just a little tired.”

But she wasn’t fine. The next moment, her knees buckled, and she collapsed onto the floor.

“Y/N!”

The music stopped abruptly as the members rushed to her side. Minghao carefully propped her up while Joshua grabbed a bottle of water.

“She’s burning up,” Seungcheol said, placing a hand on her forehead.

“I’m fine,” Y/N whispered weakly, trying to sit up, but Seokmin gently pushed her back down.

“You’re not fine,” Mingyu said, his voice laced with worry. “You fainted.”

“Woozi-hyung should know about this,” Seungkwan said, already pulling out his phone.

“No!” Y/N protested, her voice barely above a whisper. The urgency in her tone made everyone pause.

“Why not?” Vernon asked, frowning.

“He’s already stressed with the album,” Y/N explained, her eyes pleading. “We’ve been… arguing a lot lately. I don’t want to add to his stress.”

The members exchanged uncertain glances.

“Y/N, he’s your boyfriend,” Hoshi said gently. “He’d want to know.”

“Please,” Y/N begged. “Don’t tell him. Just let me rest for now. I’ll talk to him later.”

After a moment of silence, Seungcheol sighed. “Fine. But you’re taking the rest of the day off. No arguments.”

Y/N nodded, too tired to protest.————————————————————————————-That evening, the dorm was lively as always, with the members gathered in the living room, eating snacks and playing games. Y/N sat quietly on the couch, her body still weak from the incident earlier.

“Y/N, you should eat more,” Wonwoo said, handing her a bowl of soup he had warmed up.

“Thank you,” she said softly, accepting it.

Minghao brought over a blanket and draped it over her shoulders. “You need to stay warm.”

Seungkwan sat beside her, handing her a hot pack. “Let us know if you feel dizzy again, okay?”

The other members chimed in with their own comments and advice, their concern for Y/N evident in their actions.

Woozi, who had just returned from the studio, watched the scene with a frown.

“What’s going on here?” he asked, his tone sharp.

Everyone turned to look at him.

“What do you mean?” Seungcheol asked, trying to sound casual.

“I mean, why is everyone acting like Y/N is made of glass all of a sudden?” Woozi said, crossing his arms. “She’s not a kid.”

“We’re just looking out for her,” Joshua said evenly.

“You’re hovering,” Woozi countered, his eyes narrowing. “Why are you all acting so weird?”

The room fell silent for a moment, the tension thick in the air.

“Maybe if you paid more attention to your girlfriend, you’d know why,” Seungkwan muttered under his breath.

“What did you say?” Woozi asked, his voice dangerously low.

“Seungkwan,” Jeonghan warned, but it was too late.

Seungkwan stood up, his frustration boiling over. “I said, maybe if you actually cared about Y/N instead of locking yourself in the studio all day, you’d know that she fainted during practice today!”

Woozi’s eyes widened, and he turned to Y/N. “What?”

Y/N looked down, avoiding his gaze. “It’s not a big deal—”

“Not a big deal?” Woozi cut her off, his voice rising. “You fainted, and no one told me?”

“You’ve been so stressed with work,” Y/N said quietly. “I didn’t want to bother you.”

“Bother me?” Woozi echoed, his tone incredulous. “Y/N, you’re my girlfriend. How could you think you’d be bothering me by telling me something like this?”

“You haven’t exactly been… present lately,” Y/N admitted, her voice trembling. “We’ve been fighting so much, and I didn’t want to make things worse.”

Woozi ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident on his face. “So you thought keeping this from me was the solution?”

“You weren’t exactly approachable,” Jeonghan said pointedly. “You’ve been so wrapped up in work that you’ve barely noticed anything going on with her.”

“Enough,” Seungcheol said, stepping in. “We’re not here to gang up on each other.”

Woozi took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He looked at Y/N, his expression softening. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“Because I didn’t want to add to your stress,” Y/N said, her eyes filling with tears. “I know how important this album is to you.”

“And you’re important to me,” Woozi said firmly. He sat down beside her, taking her hands in his. “I’m sorry if I’ve made you feel like you’re not. I’ve been so focused on work that I didn’t realize how much I’ve been neglecting you.”

“It’s not just your fault,” Y/N said, wiping her tears. “I should have talked to you instead of keeping it to myself.”

“We both need to do better,” Woozi said, his voice gentle. “But you can’t hide things like this from me, okay? If something’s wrong, I want to know.”

“Okay,” Y/N said, nodding.

The room was silent for a moment, the tension finally easing.

“Are we good now?” Mingyu asked, breaking the silence.

“Yeah,” Woozi said, a small smile tugging at his lips. He turned to the other members. “Thank you for looking out for her.”

“Just do better, hyung,” Seungkwan said with a grin.

“I will,” Woozi promised, pulling Y/N closer. “I’ll do better.”

As the members returned to their games and conversations, Woozi stayed by Y/N’s side, holding her hand and silently vowing to never let her feel alone again.

————————————————————————————-

[rintarosluvr]

𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐊

• Sylus × Reader

Topics: Y/n being dense, unresolved romantic tension and flirting, Y/n teasing sylus, Zayne, Xavier and Rafayel mentioned!

Note: Probably slow updates because classes started again

Word count: 3k

Chap.2

Chap.3

"I've been thinking a lot lately" you say

"About what?" Davina asks, glancing up from her phone as she scrolls through details about the trip your class and some other classes were going on for a project

"You guys might be right" you admit, sighing as you close the suitcase

"Finally!" Leanne exclaims "Took you long enough. So when are you going to confess?"

"What? No!" you shake your head "I'm not even sure he has feelings for me. I'm just going to figure it out during the trip"

"And if he does have feelings, you'll confess?" Leanne presses

"I never said I have feelings for him" you point out, raising an eyebrow

"Is she making sense to you guys?" Leanne asks turning to your friends

"She does" Vanessa says, nodding in agreement

"Yeah, totally" Kaori chuckles, leaning back

"So how are we gonna room?" Davina asks, reading out loud from the trip details "It says four people per apartment but there's ten of us"

"I'm not rooming with Amari, I still remember his snores" Kaori says dramatically, clearly haunted by the memory

"Yeah, I'll pass on rooming with Eydis or him. Knowing them, they'll be out all night and come back drunk" you add

"Fair point" Vanessa agrees with a nod "Maybe we should call them in case they've already picked their roommates"

"Smart" Leanne says

"Y/n, call Sylus" Davina says, suddenly

You raise an eyebrow "Why him specifically?"

"He always picks up when you call. The other guys have their phones on do not disturb all the time" Kaori explains

"Fine" You roll your eyes picking up your phone and call Sylus, within a second, he answers

"You called?"

You immediately frown "Why are you acting like I'm interrupting something?"

He chuckles "What's your question?"

"Do any of you already have roommates for the trip? We're trying to figure out who's with who" you explain

"From what we know, Mar and Roy paired up with Xavier and Zayne" Eydis says, leaning over the back of the couch next to Sylus

"So, who are you guys rooming with?" you ask, already sensing trouble

"The two of us are obviously a duo" Eydis replies casually

"Continue" Leanne prompts

"Also" Eydis says, grinning mischievously "I already submitted who we wanted to room with"

"You did what?!" Davina exclaims

"Uh yeah" Eydis continues "Y/n and Vanessa are rooming with us"

"What the fuck?" Vanessa mutters under her breath as you abruptly hang up

"That just pissed me off" you groan, tossing your phone aside

"I was really hoping we'd all room together" Leanne sighs, clearly just as annoyed

"That probably wouldn't have worked anyway since there's five of us" Davina points out

"Doesn't make it less frustrating" Vanessa says, crossing her arms

"Right" you mumble

Kaori sighs "Well, at least we're in the same building. We'll just have to spend most of the time hanging out in one place"

"So are you excited about rooming with Sylus?" Davina asks

"Please don't remind me" you groan, sinking back into the couch "Wait, if he has a crush on me, why hasn't he confessed? He's such a direct guy?"

"Maybe he's waiting to see if it's mutual?" Vanessa suggests, shrugging

"That would make sense" you mumble, the idea settling uncomfortably in your mind

"Or maybe he's just enjoying messing with you" Kaori teases

"Very helpful Ri, I already know that" you deadpan

"Hey, I'm just saying. Sylus is definitely not the type to make a move without knowing he has a shot" she adds with a knowing look

You sigh grabbing a pillow and tossing it at her "I don't need this kind of analysis right now"

"Too late" Leanne chimes in "You brought this on yourself the moment you started overthinking"

[The Next Day]

"You really not speaking to us?" Eydis asks, leaning over to catch your gaze as you turn your face away, arms crossed, you don't respond still pointedly ignoring him as everyone lounges at the airport, killing time before the flight

"You guys really fucked us up" Vanessa says glaring at Eydis and Sylus "Why us tho?"

"Yeah" Davina chimes in, equally annoyed "You could've added Kazu and asked Rafayel to join you or something"

Sylus shrugs, unbothered "Wouldn't one of you still be forced to room with three random people? There are five of you?"

"We would've figured something out" Kaori says "But now Kazu is stuck rooming with us"

Kazuo shrugs "I've done it before. Don't mind it"

"Yeah, because last time we didn't want to room with strangers" Leanne points out

"You should be mad at them" you mumble, still refusing to look at Sylus or Eydis

Kazuo laughs and casually throws an arm over your shoulder, squeezing your cheek affectionately "We'll both survive. Don't worry"

You groan "You wanna switch? Please say yes"

He chuckles shaking his head. "Nah, I'm good. Rooming with them is hell"

You let out a dramatic sigh, tilting your head to the side until it rests against his chest "You could save me, but instead, you're just letting me drown"

"It's all love" he teases, patting your you head

"Liar" you mutter, tossing Kazuo's arm off of you as you make your way over to Amari and Leroy

"So when we get there, we're gonna find something to smoke" Amari says, grinning as you take a seat next to him

"For sure" Leroy nods, turning to you."You joining us?"

"Why not" you shrug

"You smoke?" Sylus's voice cuts in as he sits down nearby

"Yeah" you say, like it's common knowledge "Here and there"

"Since when?" he asks, his brows furrowed

You shrug again "Don't know, like a few years now"

Before Sylus can respond, Leroy stands up "We're gonna hit the store. You guys want anything?"

"Yeah, grab me a drink, whichever is fine" you say

"I'm good, thanks" Sylus adds

Both guys nod before heading off, leaving you and Sylus alone

"So why'd you agree with Eydis's stupid plan?" you ask, turning to Sylus even though there's a seat between you two, eyeing him suspiciously

"I didn't really have a choice" he shrugs "He went ahead and did it himself"

"But you didn't stop him" you point out, narrowing your eyes

He smirks leaning back in the seat "Why would I? I don't mind rooming with you"

"Oh, how generous of you" you say, rolling your eyes "Did you ever think that maybe I mind?"

"Nope" he replied "You get to spend quality time with me. Sounds like a win"

"Quality time?" you scoff "Please, I'd rather room with Mar and Roy"

"Sure you do" he teases "You wouldn't last five minutes before begging to switch back"

"You wish" you fire back, narrowing your eyes at him "You'll be the one regretting it when I cockblock you whenever I can"

Sylus raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips "Oh, really? You're that dedicated?"

"Absolutely" you say with confidence

Sylus leans forward, practically daring you to keep going "You'll just end up cockblocking yourself"

You blink in confusion, still processing his words "Wait, what? You can't just say stuff like that and walk away"

Sylus flashes a grin, clearly amused by the reaction he's gotten "Sure I can" He picks up his phone and steps a few feet away, clearly intent on ignoring you now but you can still feel your body heat up from his teasing

"You're so annoying" you mutter under your breath

But it doesn't stop you from wondering what he meant and part of you hated how easily he managed to get under your skin

"What did he say?" Davina asks siting down, her eyes narrowed in curiosity as she watches you

"What?" you ask still processing the conversation you just had

"You were shocked, why?" She presses

You let out a deep breath "I told him l'd cockblock him for rooming with me and he said that l'd end up cockblocking myself"

Davina's eyes widen and she leans in, lowering her voice "He wants to fuck you" "I thought he meant he-"

"Nope, you thought wrong" she interrupts, You roll your eyes, clearly not in the mood for her teasing "Why do you look so happy about it?"

She places her hand on your shoulder, giving you a knowing smile "Because he wants you, Y/n. Stop acting so dense and accept it"

You scoff, shaking your head "Never"

Davina leans in closer "You lowkey want him too"

“Believe what you want”

"You've been staring" Vanessa says, glancing at you with a small smile

"I'm not" you reply quickly, not wanting to admit it

"So you haven't been staring at his thighs?" she adds, raising an eyebrow

You let out a dramatic sigh throwing your head back in frustration "I hate Davina"

Vanessa chuckles "She was right" "Yeah, I figured" you mumble, feeling your body heat up

"We're ready! You guys ready to explore the city?" You hear Eydis call from across the room, snapping you out of your flustered state

"We've been ready for the past thirty minutes" Vanessa says, crossing her arms and looking at the guys "But guess you pretty boys have to take all the time to get ready, huh?"

You chuckle standing up and grab your small bag "Right"

"So you're admitting I'm good looking?" Sylus says, joining you as you walk toward the door

"You're sounding delusional. Never said that" you say, pulling out your lip gloss and knocking on the door next door

"You did agree with Vanessa, so you do think we're pretty boys" Eydis states, throwing an arm over Sylus's shoulder as you apply your lip gloss

You roll your eyes "Living in a world with delusional men is exhausting"

Eydis grins while Sylus just watches you, his gaze lingering on your lips as you finish applying the gloss and put it back in your bag

"Get out!" Kaori mutters as she opens the door, trying to push Leroy out of their room

"I didn't do anything!" Leroy protests

"Farting is something" she snaps, glaring at him

You frown "You guys ready?"

They both stop, mid action. Kaori was still pushing Leroy out while he clung to the door knob

"Your first mistake was letting them in" Vanessa says, glancing at the three other girls approaching you.

"We came to ask if we're going to the karaoke building we saw" Amari says, giving you a hopeful look.

"Should be fun. Why not?" Eydis grins

"Be aware, there are some people that are tone deaf, so your ears might start bleeding" you warn, glancing at Sylus

"That was aimed at Sylus" Leanne adds with a chuckle

"It's that bad?" Davina asks

"Terrible, actually" you mumble meeting Sylus's eyes

He gives you a small smile, clearly enjoying your teasing "Glad you're paying attention" he says

"Sure you do" you reply and follow Vanessa, who's already being pulled along by Davina

You feel an arm slip over your shoulder "This trip is gonna be funny, isn't it?" Eydis says, pulling you closer as he wraps his other arm around Sylus's shoulder

"Don't forget about the project we have to make while we're here" you remind him

"Such a buzzkill you are" Sylus mutters, You roll your eyes at him

[5:54PM]

"I'm honestly disappointed. I wanted to hear Sylus sing" Davina says, finally putting her phone down

Amari shakes his head "You guys didn't even give us a chance to sing. Mic hogs, the lot of you"

"I thought they were great" Leroy cuts in as he leans forward "You girls should seriously consider being a girl group. You've got the vocals and the moves"

"Yeah, I agree" Kazuo adds, finishing off his drink "Especially considering how you all used to dance back in the day. You've got the talent, it wouldn't be bad at all"

Vanessa shrugs, sipping her soda "Doesn't sound like a terrible idea"

"If you're serious, I know some people who could help you out" Sylus says casually

Kaori nods "We'll keep that in mind. Could be worth exploring"

You reach across the table to snag a few of Sylus's fries without asking, a habit you've had since high school

He doesn't even flinch, letting you grab as many as you want

Leanne, catching your quiet amusement, turns to you "What about you? What do you think?"

You pause, mid reach for another fry, blinking as all eyes turn to you "Uh... sounds fun" you say, shrugging "I mean, younger me always wanted to be famous. Maybe it's something I've always lowkey dreamed of"

"Same" Davina agrees "It's giving childhood dreams, for sure"

"Us all being in a girl group? Absolute chaos. But honestly, it'd be amazing. You can't tell me we wouldn't crush it" Vanessa says

You feel the brush of Sylus's legs against yours, making you stop mid motion, narrowing your eyes as you glance up at him

Without saying a word, you pull the tray in front of him toward you, raising an eyebrow in question

His expression doesn't falter, unreadable as ever "What?" he asks, his voice calm but there's a flicker of amusement in his eyes

You don't respond, instead slowly sliding the tray closer to yourself as if daring him to make a move, His legs stay where they are, practically caging yours under the table

He leans back in his seat, resting an arm lazily on the chair next to him "Don't look at me like that. You're the one stealing my fries"

"And you're the one being invasive" you shoot back, though you don't move your legs either

He smirks "You're not moving them, though"

You roll your eyes grabbing another fry off the tray to avoid addressing his comment. Sylus just chuckles, leaning forward to steal a fry from the tray you just claimed

"Touché" he murmurs, his smirk widening when you glare at him

You slide your feet out of your sandals under the table, brushing them lightly against Sylus's bare legs

The sudden contact makes him pause, his eyebrow arches, an amused challenge flickering in his eyes

In response, you flash him a sweet almost innocent fake smile, as if daring him to call you out

"Oh, so we're doing that now?" he asks, his tone low enough that the others at the table don't notice

"Doing what?" you reply, feigning ignorance as your foot trails higher against his calf

His smirk deepens, but he doesn't move away "You've got some nerve, stealing my fries and starting something you can't finish"

"Who says I can't finish?" you counter, still maintaining your mock innocent demeanor as you grab another fry from his tray

Sylus leans forward, lowering his voice so only you can hear "Careful, Y/n. I might just call your bluff"

The heat rising to your face betrays you "Try me"

The tension lingers for a beat too long before Sylus shifts slightly, his hand brushing under the table

Without warning, he stops your foot from going even higher on his thighs, his fingers wrapping lightly around your ankle

You tilt your head, a sly smile spreading across your lips "I win" you say simply, your tone dripping with confidence

He raises an eyebrow, his thumb grazing your ankle in a way that sends a chill up your spine "You think so?" he asks

"I know so" you counter, leaning back, satisfied with your small victory

Sylus smirks, leaning closer across the table as if to close the distance between you "Games like this can backfire" he says, his grip loosening just enough to let your foot slip free

You shrug slipping your foot back into your sandal with deliberate slowness "Only if you're not good at them"

Taking a long sip of your drink, you try to ignore the flutter in your stomach, the way the tension still hangs between you like a taut wire

Sylus eyes never leave yours. The corner of his mouth quirks up in that maddeningly smug expression that makes your heart race and your irritation flare in equal measure

This wasn't over and you both knew it

"Alright, let's head back. We gotta start with the project" Kazuo says, standing up and stretching

"Yeah, I agree" you say, your tone breezy as you finally break eye contact with Sylus, sliding your bag onto your shoulder

"I still haven't read the email the professor sent" Amari admits, rubbing the back of his neck

"Which isn't shocking" Davina chimes in, You chuckle shaking your head "You're always unprepared"

"Hey, I like to keep things exciting" Amari grins

Chap.4>

[shiguangism]

Link Click/SGDLR Thread Fic. CW: They talk about death

Even if time gets reset with every loop, there are some intrinsic effects that propagate with the time travelling. They are so subtle that even Lu Guang doesn't know they're there, he doesn't notice either. They're buried deep inside Cheng Xiaoshi, he has new fears he never had. He rejects things he has liked before, it is completely irrational and sudden. Consequences of actions lingers deeper than imagined, nothing gets really destroyed nor erased, not even with time loops.

Lu Guang finally realizes this on a normal Saturday evening, three burgers and a bottle of wine in front of him. Cheng Xiaoshi and Qiao Ling are talking about anything and everything, he is listening to them, enjoying the rare relaxing evening.

"Lu Guang," it's Qiao Ling talking. "Where do you see yourself in 5 years?"

The question makes him freeze on the spot. He doesn't know. How long has he been 21? He never went so ahead, he realizes he has never thought of that.

"I don't know... still here with this idiot," he answers. That's what he hopes. He doesn't add that he wishes they would finally reach 26 years. He knows it is much more likely they will still be 21.

Cheng Xiaoshi laughs at his answer, but it is meek. It lacks his usual happiness, especially when Lu Guang has used his most fond tone, when he said once again he would be his partner even in five years. A confirmation of forever again.

Qiao Ling looks at Cheng Xiaoshi worried, she knows something is wrong.

"Ahh what?" asks Cheng Xiaoshi, stiffing in his seat, next to Lu Guang.

"You're acting weird now. What's up?"

"Ahh it's just... can I be honest?"

Qiao Ling is even more weirded out, and shares that with Lu Guang with a fast glance.

"What is it?" Lu Guang asks.

"About the five thing years... I don't know too where I will be."

"Is it just that? You scared me! Five years are a lot... don't worry so much."

"No, Qiao Ling... you don't get it. I feel... I feel like I wont- I feel I'm gonna die. Young."

"Cheng Xiaoshi!" Qiao Ling jumps from her chair, taking a few seconds to elaborate and react, "What the hell are you saying!? What the hell?? Why are you saying this thing??"

"Qiao Ling, wait!" he also gets up, trying to follow her as she storms outside the room.

"Why do you think about this stuff! You!! You think we don't care? No, don't follow me!" she runs upstairs, and Cheng Xiaoshi stops his steps.

"Lu Guang, I... shouldn't have said that, right? I didnt want... this..." he is sad, he was just being honest. It is an irrational thought, a conviction he doesn't know where it arrives from. It scares him, it is even scarier now, seeing what it does to also other people.

Cheng Xiaoshi turns around, finally looking back at Lu Guang. Frozen again in his sit, looking at him with an expression Cheng Xiaoshi has never seen before. It looks like he is panicking, as if he is not even there but still way too aware of everything.

"Lu Guang" he rushes again next to him "say something please... I'm sorry... I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have said that... I'm... I messed up. Please, it's not true. It's not real! It's just my mind."

"Go to Qiao Ling. She needs you now." Says Lu Guang. It's not true, he needs Cheng Xiaoshi more than ever. He needs to touch his hands. To know Cheng Xiaoshi is there, that he is here. That this reality is real. He is freaking out, he messed up. He messed up so badly, everything is a consequence of his action.

"Lu Guang..." Cheng Xiaoshi looks at him, full of guilt, but doesn't dare to touch him. Lu Guang doesn't like physical touch when he is overwhelmed, Cheng Xiaoshi knows. But he doesn't know that now he needs to be crushed by him and his arms to go back to breath. And live.

"I'll be right back..." Cheng Xiaoshi runs to the stair, and disappears like that.

Lu Guang is not sure now if Cheng Xiaoshi will be back or not...

[orange-orchard-system]

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[cakerybakery]

I hope the world building wasn’t too heavy handed in the story. I figured Adam would probably know a lot about different species as a nurse and wanted to include some real world stuff like snakes seem to be able to hear but only lower tones. And how that would affect their world.

It made sense that since snakes are usually more solitary, especially since I like to model Lucifer after the anaconda, that they’d interact less with other subspecies of naga and how that would affect their languages. That because they’re not a particularly verbal species that a common sign language would develop over time as things like cities started to develop, so they could communicate with other subspecies and other species, particularly those that have high pitched voices.

They might live alone, besides kids, but it’s a lot more convenient to get a whole deer at the supermarket than to hunt it yourself. And you need to be able to tell the butcher you want the deer meat.

I wanted to keep Lucifer white and figured I would be close enough to get away with making him albino, giving him yellow markings just because I like it and because yellow isn’t affected by the gene. I think for this one I rather like the idea that Lucifer is a mix of boa and anaconda, getting the colouring and patterns mainly from his boa side. And Lilith being an anaconda. So she’ll be quite large.

Adam being modelled more after a Norwegian Lop, so he’s more general human looking, and Eve after the Japanese Harlequin so I like the idea of her hair and ears being orange and black, while her skin is a more vitiligo type pattern.

Vaggie I modelled after the bicolored hawk.

The land masses being rough stand ins for parts of the real world, although loosely. The Southern Continent being modelled after South America and the Northern Continent after North America. The Southern Isles being loosely Japan to Polynesia, even though irl harlequins are a French breed, I figured with the name of the breed and wanting Eve to not be from the same area as Adam, I’d make a series of islands in the southern hemisphere. I think it was western continent that was based on Europe. If it comes up. I’d probably make more. I like the idea of lion and kangaroo animal people, just don’t have an excuse to add them. Yet.

I didn’t want complex names either and decided that those are the common names. Like how Lucifer is naga in common instead of snake, which would be a more direct translation. I like the idea that the southern island and the southern continent were each other’s kind of first contact so the common in the south continent has some southern islands words. While the west and north had more of an influence over each other.

Lucifer in sign or in the languages of his subspecies would call the continent something different than a direct version of Southern Continent. Like how I’d call Germany, Germany in English but that’s not what the country is called in Germany.

There’s still lots I can do with this world.

Rabbits had a natural sway to their hips that enticed even those outside of their species.

Adam was an exception to this hard fast rule of nature. He stomped where others of his kind glided with a natural grace. Banging into things his siblings and even his sons had a natural talent for avoiding.

He was crashing his way through a tight spaced open market when a small naga male popped up in his path. The snow white creature with light golden markings cocked his head curiously. He waved and moved his hands, gesturing at Adam.

“Sorry,” Adam shook his head. “I don’t know much sign language.”

“Oh!” Snake perked up. “Your voice is deep.”

Adam nodded. Despite the stereotype, nagas weren’t deaf, they just couldn’t hear high pitched tones very well because they didn’t have external ears or eardrums. It was difficult for them to communicate with a lot of species that tended to speak in higher tones. Rabbits included.

It had caused a great deal of issues between the species in the past. Along with just generally not speaking the same language, rabbits tended to have higher pitched voices that were difficult for nagas to hear.

And of course verbal communication in the naga traditional language is limited. Using primarily scent or vibration and body language, something impossible for most other species to learn completely. Rabbits, of course, had their own language of scent and body movements, but they were more subconscious and engrained. Even if Adam didn’t speak the Northern Continent Common, he could still communicate with a rabbit from there nearly as well as one that spoke the Southern Continent Common. Nagas were more solitary and their language was more deliberately developed.

Most of the naga patients Adam spoke with at the hospital had trouble communicating in their traditional language with other naga outside of their specific subspecies due to dialect differences. There can be some overlap, but you could also insult someone asking where the bathroom is.

Sign language became standard and most naga were trilingual. Speaking their own dialect, sign language, and common.

Most other species only spoke their own and the common for their region.

Adam had learned some sign language to explain basic things at the hospital, but he wasn’t fluent. Luckily his voice was deep enough for naga to hear him speaking common without difficulty.

“I was wondering if you could see someone over the crowd.” The naga asked. “I’ve been separated from my daughter and there are too many scents and vibrations for me to pick her out. She’s with a hawk girl. Uhh, they’re sixteen. Oh! And she looks like me, but with long hair.” The man was so hopeful looking that Adam couldn’t help but want to help.

He was taller than most rabbits, often confused for an alpha even though those are rare among his species, and taller than most other species as well.

Adam scanned the crowd. His eyes suddenly focused on a blonde haired young woman with white skin. Another young woman she was with had distinctive light gray or perhaps silver featherings of a hawk.

He’d never seen that colouring before, usually the grey was deeper.

“I think I see them.” He held out a hand. The naga’s torse was small, but his tail was long. They might move faster through the crowd if he carried the man. “Did you want to hold on so we don’t get separated?”

The man hesitated a second but nodded and took Adam’s hand.

Adam pulled him up so he could sit on one of Adam’s shoulder’s and wrap his tail around the other one so it looped Adam’s arm loosely and the tip tucked back over the man’s hips. He had sharp nails and clung as gently as he could to Adam’s t-shirt.

Moving through the crowd, most people scampered out of the way and Adam made good time.

Lucifer dropped his tail to the ground with a light thump. Smacking it in a few quick sessions but the girl didn’t seem to be able to hear the vibrations.

Pausing, Adam thumped his large foot in the same pattern. The girl froze. He did it again and he saw her duck down. Adam did it again, which confused the rabbits around him as they looked for possible danger or what he could be upset about, and the girl popped up again, swivelling in their direction. She waved and moved her hands.

Adam didn’t catch most of it. “Father” “you”, then “come here”. Adam moved towards them and when they got there the man got down and the two let out a flurry of signs, the hawk girl added in a couple here and there.

“Charlie says thank you for finding her dad and us.” The hawk girl said looking up at him. Her voice was a bit high pitched and that explained why Charlie and her father were using sign language with her.

“It’s no problem.”

“Oh!” Charlie put her hand to her chest and look startled. “You have a deep voice!”

“I get that a lot.” Adam chuckled.

The man cocked his head a little at Charlie, “what?”

Charlie had a bit of a higher pitched voice, certainly higher than her deep sounding father, he seemed to not quite get everything Charlie said.

She lowered her voice and repeated herself.

“Oh!” The man nodded. “Yes, he does.”

The watch on the man’s wrist vibrated and the man looked at it. “If you’re not busy,” he turned to look up at Adam, “can I thank you with a free lunch? I know a buffet around here that caters to all sorts of diets.”

Adam wasn’t in a hurry. He was just checking out the open market as something to do on his day off. To get some sun since he mostly works the night shift at the hospital. “Sure. That buffet won’t see me coming.” He patted his round stomach, never having bothered to lose the baby weight from carrying Cain nearly a decade ago. Back when he was young and married.

“Excellent.” The man’s eyes widened suddenly. “Oh! I just realized. I never even bothered to introduce myself or ask your name.”

Holding out his hand for the man to take, Adam told the man his name.

Grasping it, and pumping their hands together for a second, the man replied. “Lucifer. Lucifer Morningstar. This is my daughter Charlie, and her girlfriend Vaggie.”

They exchanged pleasantries and as they walked through the crowd Adam clasped Lucifer’s shoulder to avoid getting separated.

Lucifer smiled up at him, genuine and bright, and Adam returned the smile.

His heart gave a flutter and Adam fought the urge to fuss with Lucifer’s hair.

Biting back a sigh, Adam was glad nagas were all betas and Lucifer wouldn’t be able to tell that a little crush was starting to form in Adam’s heart. His pheromones were way different than that of a naga.

Being a rabbit, Adam tended to develop little crushes fairly easily. A shared look was usually all it took. Mostly they passed quickly as the other person didn’t catch on and thus didn’t signal back their interest. The few that did were other rabbits and those relationships ended quickly as they wanted different things.

Adam was monogamous, most rabbits were poly. Four to five adults in each family unit were normal. It was hard meeting rabbits that didn’t want multiple partners and large families.

To be honest he kind of wanted a small family. Only six or ten kids instead of the fifteen or twenty in most rabbits were homes.

So he wouldn’t mind finding a new partner, but if he never did have more he was fairly content with his two boys.

Cain he carried, as his ex wife, Eve, carried Abel. Bit of an accident there and they were lucky both boys were singletons. Multiples were far more common. The boys already had two sets of twin siblings from Eve and her new partners.

It was useless anyway.

Naga were solitary, even in family units. They didn’t form mating pairs outside of their breeding season. The kids going back and forth between parental homes until they became adults themselves.

Still, he knew naga had two dicks. Adam got a little excited at the idea of having two cocks in him. Rabbits only had the one, but they could certainly accommodate two easily. Most multiples had different sires.

When they made it out of the crowd, the girls felt safe going ahead a bit. Charlie wrapped her arms around Vaggie’s arm and the girls giggled a bit as they spoke in a higher pitch to keep Lucifer from hearing them flirt. Unfortunately for Adam. He could easily hear it.

He had to tune the girls out as they whispered sweet nothings to each other.

Instead he checked out Charlie’s tail as she slithered on the ground. It was rather short, so she was a girl. The name threw Adam off. It didn’t help that all naga wore skirts. Tail length and females having small breasts that secreted milk for the first few weeks before their young were able to eat meat, were the only outwardly difference between the sexes of naga.

But he was hardly one to talk. The only real difference between male and female rabbits was that males were a little more pear shaped and female more hourglass. Being almost all omegas they were both capable of impregnating and being impregnated. Only the alphas had a pure distinction. With males only able to impregnate and females only able to be impregnated.

Their young were also fast growers. Switching to plants after a few weeks when they started to crawl and their teeth came in.

“What are you thinking about so hard?” Lucifer asked.

“Uhh,” he couldn’t easily come up with a lie and so settled for a half truth. “Babies.”

Most people assumed rabbits were all about mating anyway.

“Oh!” Lucifer looked surprised. His eyes widened a bit. “Do you have kids?”

He nodded. “I’m the dam to my son, Cain. And sire for my boy Abel.”

“Rabbits are all omegas, right? Naga only have the one set of sexes, so I’m not really sure how to tell that sort of thing apart. For the most part it can be hard to smell people apart. Which sounds really awful when I say it out loud.” Lucifer gave a forced awkward chuckle.

It was cute. “Mostly. Alphas make up about five percent of our population. So most family units have a one or two, but omega is far more common. And I know what you mean.” Adam gave him a reassuring smile. “Scents are pretty unique to each species and it can be hard outside of that species to tell what each scent means so it find of just all blends together. In the hospital I can’t even tell there are other rabbits around because of all the smells.”

Lucifer brightened up at that. “You work at the hospital?”

“Yeah.” He nodded. “I’m a nurse in the labour and delivery unit at the central hospital. So I’m pretty good at sniffing out pregnancy in a bunch of different species, but that’s about it.”

“Well, that sounds useful for your job.”

Adam laughed, “if they’re coming into labour and delivery, they better already know they’re pregnant, or they’re in for a hell of a surprise.”

Lucifer’s flushed and his cheeks turned bright red under the faint yellow markings. “I guess, I hadn’t thought of that.”

He was cute when he blushed. Adam tail twitched, and he could already smell himself getting wet.

It wasn’t a myth that rabbits were always in heat, they just didn’t ovulate until after sex. So Adam got wet at the drop of a hat, but so long as he took precautions he could let that little snake fuck him silly and be fine.

Every rabbit he came across would be able to smell him, but it was rude to assume that just because someone was ovulating they wanted you to fertilize them.

On the other hand, it would be nice to have babies in him again.

Adam didn’t see many hybrid babies. Not across species anyway.

Eve’s family had been from the Southern Isles, her symmetrical black and orange hair and straight up ears were beautiful. He’d always felt a little plain with his Western Contient brown and lop ears.

Lucifer was gorgeous too. Adam had never seen such coloured patterning before. If Adam had to guess he’s say boa or anaconda, both from the Southern Continent. Maybe a mix?

What would their kids look like?

“Still thinking about babies?” Lucifer asked and it was Adam’s turn to blush.

The girls got to the restaurant doors before they did and went inside.

“I was thinking what a snake and rabbit hybrid would look like.” Might as well flirt a little. No harm in it.

Lucifer’s tongue flickered and he gave Adam a smirk. “Is that so?” He looked Adam up and down with an appreciative look, and then sighed. “Can’t say I’m not flattered but from what I know about rabbit culture, we’re probably not compatible long term.”

“True.” Adam nodded. “Guess we’re dodging a mutual bullet. I’m monogamous and want to marry one partner and have kids with just them.”

Freezing with his hand on the door, Lucifer looked up with wide eyes. “Me too!”

“What?” Adam was sure now he was the one with hearing problems. “I thought naga were solitary?”

“Usually!” Lucifer looked excited and his tail kept curling as he coiled in place. “I’m a little, uhh, weird by naga standards. I thought rabbits had like three or four spouses?”

“Usually. I’m a little weird by rabbit standards.”

Lucifer open the door and held it open for Adam. As Adam walked in he considered trying to sway his hips like other rabbits did effortlessly, but didn’t want to embarrass himself so he did his usual heavy footfalls and let his tail flick with interest.

Brushing against Adam, Lucifer nuzzled his cheeks and head against him.

“You flirting?” Adam asked.

“Only if your tail flicking is.”

“It is.”

Lucifer smirked. “Who says cross species language is difficult? You certainly picked up fast that I was trying to signal where we were to Charlie.” A hand took a firm hold of Adam’s amble backside. “And I might not be able to tell your pheromones apart, but I know horny when I see it.”

Adam swatted away the hand before the girls spotted them.

“I’m off on Thursday. How about we undouble and have a date?” He whispered low and quiet.

Vaggie still looked back over at them from the counter, slightly confused.

He shut his mouth until Vaggie’s attention was caught by Charlie.

Lucifer kept his hands to himself during lunch and they exchanged numbers after.

Adam had barely gotten around the corner when he got a text asking where he wanted to go for their first date.

[silusvesuius]

n*loth not being able to bag anyone over the (human term) age of 25-30 at most is the only logical and real conclusion to me because it can be just explained away as him wanting to prove and control everything and anyone (Cus he's a man!) but being stuck in that demographic because his unbearable and vile personality is a force that nobody can look past once they've outgrown the possible fear and idolization period of anyone but also n*loth in particular.

[medicinemane]

There's honestly... just so many people, just so so so so so many people in this world where I'm like... aren't you people tired of this fucking... you know, I was going to call them clowns but that's really disrespectful to clowns, these people could never get their face on an egg...

Anyway, aren't you tired of this childish jackass? Don't you just want to ignore them and never have to hear about them again? If we just ignored them they legitimately would go away... don't you want that?

And this applies to... just ungodly amounts of people, from jake paul to even elon musk (just... don't touch his shit, he'll run out of money eventually with how bad he is with it), to just... name an annoying famous person and you'll name someone I've literally forgotten right now that I could never have to hear about again if people would just ignore them (unless they committed crimes, investigators are welcome to pay attention while gathering a case)

Yet the answer's always "no, we're paying so much attention to them!" and I'm just like... why? Why would you watch jake paul box? I heard about that and was like "he's still doing that shit?", and yet I guess it made a lot of money yet again and it's just like... ignore him

These people could go away, and yet

[sepiasys]

I

Feel like I'm going to die

I'm sorry I'm just really hungry and anxious and freezing to death (metaphorically speaking)(I literally cannot stop shaking/shivering)

[anonyanonymouse]

I'm so disappointed I won't be able to immediately tune in on the twst update like usual 😭 I'm pretty sure this is the first time I won't be watching it right after it's up, and not only that, but my early morning obligation preventing me from enjoying the update is going to last FIVE hours 😭😭😭

[haunted-doodles]

"Well, Bad Luck."

[fr fr? Click for better quality.]

Was wondering what would happen if each of the Riptide pirates didn't end up getting what they wanted in life, or rather, finding eachother.

After Jay refusing to join his crew, Chip continued island hopping about. His ship wouldn't have exploded and thus Chip would have never visited Loffinlot, nor do I think alone he'd of been able to get up and go gambling. Eventually though upon travelling to Noctis, he fell victim to Grimm at the ball. Without anyone there who'd be able to save him, Chip was thoroughly charmed and became a vampire. Eventually he breaks out of the trance and books it out of a window, yet the damage has been done. The only real connection he'd been able to make was with Rebecca and thus he mourns her a fair lot more than he did in canon in this. He's still searching the seas for Arlin, to recreate the black rose in his own image. Grimm's corruption lays heavy in his mind though as he starts to plan with Lizzie on how they can win the war.

Jay continued on with her Navy training alongside Kira, the two becoming a recogniseable force. After the death sister, The weight and preassure from her family to help in the cause of ending the age of pirates is far stronger than before and her drive alongside it began to falter. Yet still she remains persistent in her studies, in her commanding of her crew. She begins to fall in love with Kira as they grow older together and they get engaged. Of course, the most preassure to end the war comes from her father, who is overbearingly watching over her shoulder almost every second. Life in the Navy for Jay is awful. Sometimes she wonders what it would've been like if she accepted that scruffy boy's hand all those years ago. Other times she wants to just get everything over with.

Gillion, instead of being shunned for his act of killing the Navy Officer, was actually praised highly as the perfect soldier he was. Because of this, he was driven further and further into his path as the chosen one and his mind is broken deeper and deeper into the depths of what the elders desired. He grows spiteful and hates anyone who does not bare undersea blood, even to the point of snapping and lashing out at others. He begins to learn about the oversea for when he must travel land to fufill his prophecy. Begins to prepare. Eventually, he is sent overseas as their perfect soldier, who always write home to the undersea on his findings. Who travels island to island, slaughtering the awful creatures that have caused his people so much pain.

He will be the one who swallows the land whole. It is his destiny.

[cowboygreeting]

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task 001. 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚛.

last updated 02/20/2024

BASICS.

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 seth hiroshi masters — seth hiroshi from birth, masters 1996-onwards, following his legal adoption.

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 cowboy greeting professionally, apparently; gnomerodeo if you know him from online. believe it or not, it is a coincidence.

𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌 will sharpe

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 thin scar cutting through his eyebrow, healed-broken nose, occasional facial twitch/spasm

𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒 / 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

japanese maple (right shoulder); canada goose in flight (right bicep); soot sprites (left forearm); kermode bear [spirit bear] (crook of left elbow); pistols pointing down (matching, both hips); portuguese water dog [his childhood dog sam] in play (left calf)

pierced right ear, small gold hoop

𝐀𝐆𝐄 / 𝐃.𝐎.𝐁. 38 years old / 2.2.1986

𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂 aquarius sun: unconventional, abstract, boundary-pushing, roots for the underdog; scorpio moon: intense, passionate, dramatic, struggles to let others in; sagittarius rising: independent, optimistic, confident, charismatic yet blunt and critical

𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 powell river, b.c. / brampton, ontario

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘

ellen and rod masters (parents); mackenzie irish (sister); brandon irish (brother-in-law); june irish (niece)

kaiko mcintyre-masters (daughter, lives with her mother) — his favourite person on planet earth, hands down, would do anything for her, keeps several pictures of her in his wallet, will not be letting anyone here who doesn't already know she exists know about her.

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 / 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒 cis man, he/him

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 gay

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 single, never married.

enjoys hookups and casual relationships; has dated on-and-off; last serious relationship ended several years ago; says he's prioritizing work and his daughter, truly has no interest in committing to the people he meets.

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒 thoughtful, considerate, loyal, obedient

𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒 timid, disconnected, tendency towards disinvestment, capacity for fixation/malicious compliance

𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒 vaping, compulsive gaming, more-than-occasional drug and alcohol use, late night wandering, not texting back

𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒 gaming (particularly world of warcraft and rust, social games); bass guitar; powerlifting; cooking; rec-league rugby

𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐒 (𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄) tobiko — tiny crusty white mutt. sometimes known as tobi or toebeans. currently being cared for by his parents.

THE FOUNDATION.

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐅𝐅 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄 jr. researcher

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍(𝐒) jr. researcher for the reintegration department; field analyst doing site evaluations on a number of mtfs — some might call this "glorified operative hall monitor", which he would resent

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 last worked for the anomalous entities engagement division (aeed), researching the efficacy of humane containment procedures and enrichment programs against more traditional methods of containment — some might describe this as "glorified scp babysitter", which he wouldn't necessarily object to

𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 / 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒

formal credentials include: a b.a. in psychology, with a focus in cognitive and behavioural psych; a masters of social work, with a focus in public policy and family systems; several years of experience writing policy in the non-profit sector, several years of experience working with vulnerable clients in the field

informal credentials include: an impossibly high tolerance for bureaucratic bullshit, an iron stomach, thicker skin than you'd imagine, genuinely sense of care for those around him, not caring whether or not he personally gets fired, fluency in boardspeak

EXTRAS.

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘 to be added.

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 to be added.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 / 𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒 to be added.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 gideon nav, the locked tomb; dr. wilson, house; antigone, jean anouilh's antigone; camilla hect, the locked tomb; oh dae-su, oldboy

𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 to be expanded upon. for the time being, see my cg tag.