#Mal: multiple yes.

[gyubby99]

Plot twist: he called mal up for instructions

@gyubby99 ..........

Alastor x OC smut

Warnings: smut smut smut. Alastor being out of character (I tried my best), smut is not my strong suit. Squirting, oral (f receiving), piv sex, alastor being completely feral. A it of fluff at the end. Pls don't judge me 😭😭

Aponi's eyes fluttered open gently as a warm breeze wafted in through the window.

She sighed contentedly with a small smile before swinging her arm back softly to feel for her boyfriend. Only to be met with emptiness on the other side.

Sitting up, she yawned and stretched, rubbing her eyes free of her tiredness.

As she processed the morning, she heard noises in the bathroom, the door closed.

With a raised eyebrow she stood up, fixing her pajama shorts as she walked to the bathroom and opened the door.

She chuckled when she was met with the image of the Radio Demon brushing his teeth.

"Is there an even you're going to or something?" She asked, leaning against the door frame as he finished brushing his teeth.

"No my dear! I just... wanted to brush my teeth before I did something!" He explained, getting exceptionally close to his butterfly.

"And what were you gonna do?" Aponi asked before walking into the bathroom herself to brush her hair.

Alastor stayed silent before speaking up.

"Its the first day of October my Darling," he stated, an awkward smile plastered on his face.

Aponi stopped what she was doing, a blush creeping up onto her face.

"That still doesn't explain why you were brushing your teeth," she joked, looking back at herself in the mirror.

Alastor's smile became dark, and somewhat scary as he grabbed her by her waist and all but threw her onto her bed.

"What-" she chuckled breathily "Alastor? What're you-" she was cut off by Alastor crashing his lips into hers.

She hummed into the kiss. It was loving.

Alastor spoke with actions. He wanted her to know he loved her.

As aponi sighed dreamily into the kiss, alastor changed it so it was hungrier.

Grabbing her wrists, he pinned them over her head, rendering her helpless.

His lips moved down her body as he all but ripped off her clothes.

"Hey! You owe me new pj's," she complained, only to be silenced when he spread her legs.

She attempted to close them.

"Hey woah, you don't have to do that," she stated.

"But darling, you smell so good," Alastor stated, not taking his eyes off of her wet cunt.

Aponi blushed. "Yeah but I doubt you'd like that... this is about you baby. Not me," she muttered.

Alastor chuckled darkly, using his strength to pry her legs open wider.

"You're right. And I would love if you'd let me do this for you, my dear," he stated, finally meeting her eyes, asking her genuinely.

Aponi bit her lip. "If you're into that.. then... okay," she smiled softly.

In a blink of an eye, Alastor's lips wrapped around her clit.

She let out a gasp and a moan as her hands shot down to tangle in his hair.

"Holy shit," she gasped as alastor licked a stripe up her folds. "Should I be jealous of whoever taught you to do that?" She asked, attempting to make a joke.

Alastor only hummed in response, sending up vibrations of pleasure throughout her body.

He smiled against her heat as his tongue dipped into her hole, chuckling darkly as he heard her gasp. His nose pressed against her clit as he ate her out.

"Oh fuck-!" She exclaimed as she clenched her thighs around his head.

Alastor moved his mouth up so he was suckinh on her bundle of nerves before two of his fingers entered her, moving in and out at an alarmingly slow pace.

Aponi bit down on her knuckle, trying not to meant too loud.

Her poor neighbors.

"Alastor please don't stop- don't stop-" she begged as her hips moved against him, her orgasm approaching quickly.

"M'so close.. please don't stop!" She slurred as her head fell back onto the pillows.

Her eyes widened as she felt empty.

"Al, what the fuck?" She asked as she gasped, trying to catch her breath.

In the blink of an eye, he was on top of her, his eyes crazed as he pinned her arms down by her sides.

He kissed her violently and she moaned, still being able to taste herself on his lips.

She gasped as she felt his cock prod at her entrance.

When had he gotten undressed? She asked herself as she struggled to move.

As he practically shoved himself inside of her, she gasped out an "I love you".

The lights flickered red and Alastor grew in size, his eyes glowing and his antlers growing.

Aponi gasped as she felt him grow inside of her as well.

He flipped her over so she was on her stomach, her ass in the air as he pounded into her.

She gasped and let out a broken moan as she grabbed the bedsheets tightly, her nails digging into her skin of her palm through the fabric.

Alastor moved one of his hands down her stomach to where he could feel himself inside of her. He pushed down, causing him to grunt at how tight his beautiful girlfriend was.

Aponi moaned, tears pricking her eyes as they rolled back into her head.

His thrusts got sloppier than they already were.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair, tugging it harshly so her back was pressed against him.

Her arm moved so her gand was on his back, her elbow next to his head.

Her nails scratched harshly on his skin, the scratches starting to bleed.

His thrusts got faster at the pain before he grabbed her hips harshly, definitely leaving a bruise as he kissed her neck, sucking on the space where her neck me ther shoulder.

"Alastor~!" She moaned as she tensed up, her release hitting her like a truck.

Alastor didn't stop. He was relentless as he chased his own orgasm.

Aponi gasped at the overstimulation as one of his hands moved town to play with her clit.

"A-alastor s'too much, baby.... Alastor!" She moaned as she felt herself squirt on him.

He let himself release inside of her, riding out his high slowly until his hips came to a stop and his full demon form faded away

Aponi collapsed onto the bed, catching her breath.

"Shit," she hissed as she felt every last bit of soreness in her body.

Alastor moved to lay down next to her, pulling her gently so her head rested on his chest.

After laying for a few minutes, apini spoke up.

"Wait so you cleaned your mouth so you could eat me out?" She asked, a smirk on her face.

"I shall not confirm nor deny anything, darling!" He stated, a blush on his face.

Aponi sighed happily before kissing his cheek.

"I love you," she muttered.

"I love you as well, my dear," he smiled, genuinely.

[midnighthazee]

Greenridge ABO Series

a/n: So sorry this took so long! I got a little busy. But my goal is to post a chapter at least 3 times a week. :) Thanks for your patience Greenies!

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Warnings: FLUFF AND FLUFF, little angst, abuse, death, mentions of blood/injury, mentions of past abuse, explicit language, fear, pet names (I think thats everything)

WC: 5711

Chapter 7

“Explain it to me…. One. More. Time.. how you let this happen.” Alpha Lewis pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes closed. 

Hayes and Milo exchanged glances.

“I'm waiting….” Lewis growled. 

“We decided to take her out and hunt her in the woods.” Hayes stated.

“And what the fuck compelled you to do that?” Lewis snapped, tilting his head.

“We were just having fun.” Milo said, looking at the ground.

Lewis exhaled deeply, stepping in front of Milo and slapping him across the face. Although it felt more like a punch with the sheer force of anger backing it. His lip was cut from Lewis's ring, a drop of blood beading. Lewis then turned to Hayes who tensed.

“And you thought joining him was the smart choice? Because I know damn well it was his idea.” Lewis seethed, eyes squinting.

“Well I-” Hayes was cut off by Lewis's grip on his throat.

“You’re the fucking alpha when I’m away. Do you think this reckless behavior is how an alpha should act? You don’t get your own pack like this.” Lewis lectured. “And apparently you let it happen on multiple occasions?”

He released his neck with a push as his betas Frankie and Triston came in with beta Mallory. Sighing, Lewis walked over to them and grabbed the young beta by her shirt collar. She whimpered as he snatched her and threw her to Hayes’s feet.

“Let me teach you a lesson.” Lewis pulled a gun from his back pocket, aimed, and shot twice.

She cried out, clutching her chest.

“No!” Hayes dropped to his knees, scooping her up.

“You’re mate here will die thanks to the recklessness of your brother that you allowed.” Lewis threw the gun down between Hayes and Milo before walking off.

It was then that they realized it was Milo’s BB gun.

“Oh…and if you’re wondering… yes, it was loaded with those cobalt pellets. Get rid of that damn gun and clean out the cells in the basement.” Lewis walked off.

“Mallory? Mal? Hey….look at me.” Hayes said, tears pooling in his eyes.

She looked up at him, coughing up blood as her eyes began to glaze over. “Hayes?” 

“I’m here…I'm here. I’m so sorry.” Hayes cried as she weakly raised her hand to caress his cheek.

Milo was there, head hung as the guilt ate at him. He shouldn’t have pushed his brother to break the rules. And now his brother was being punished when it should’ve been him. The guilt became anger quickly as he wanted to punish you - if you hadn’t gotten out, none of this would be happening.

“Mallory! No, come back to me!” Hayes sobbed next to him, as Mallory's eyes began to close. The cobalt was straight to her heart and spreading quickly.

Milo knelt down, resting a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry. I-”

“Don’t touch me!” Hayes growled.

Milo jumped back, clenching his jaw as he looked at Mallory. She went limp in his brother’s hold, Hayes pulling her close to his chest as he sobbed into her hair. They were so in love with each other that Hayes wanted to marry her. She was always telling him to wait, knowing he had a soulmate out there, but he didn’t care. She was all he wanted, swearing that she was his soulmate. She would simply shake her head and smile at him. Now he had no one.

Quietly, he stood, lifting Mallory in his arms and taking her to be buried in the yard. Milo grieved as well. He liked Mallory and hated that he got her killed. She had always been nice to him and considered him her brother. Subconsciously, he moved to follow but Hayes turned to him, eyes red with anger.

“Stay the fuck away from me.” Hayes snarled.

“Hayes let me help-”

“No. This is your fault. You got her killed.” Hayes stormed off.

Milo whimpered in the loneliness of the garage. He was going to spend the rest of his life making this up to his brother.

“I need you two to go south to Okami. Check and make sure she’s not there. Frankie, you’re with Hayes. Go check with Honshu. Report back your findings. I swear they better not have crossed me.” Lewis clenched his fists at the thought. “And if they haven’t, then we will check the neighboring territories. We will find her.” 

The betas nodded, heading off towards the house of their allies. Hayes had buried Mallory nearly an hour ago, leaving flowers at her makeshift grave off the edge of their grassy yard. Eventually he would get her a proper tombstone.

While they handled that, Lewis went down to the basement to see how Milo was fairing. He opened the door, forgetting just how rank it can smell down there since usually he has people get the omegas when he requests them. But now he was going down here on his own. The piss and mildew smell was quickly joined with the rancid smell of fear and anxiety.

Milo was currently cleaning out your old cage, soapy water splashed about on the floor. He pushed the mop back and forth as Lewis approached.

Looking at the bucket of cleaning supplies, he saw a scrub brush. He picked it up, spinning it in his hands before tossing it at Milo. Milo jumped, looking at his alpha.

“Scrub. I want you on your hands and knees until this place is sparkling. I lost my favorite omega and a beta because of your stupidity.”

“I’m sorry, sir.” Milo hung his head.

Lewis walked to the next cell, the female omega cowering in the corner. Her chains clanked as she scooted, pressing herself into the wall. He turned around, looking at the male omega in the cage across from her. He too was shaking, curled in the corner.

“Tell me, omegas. Does he hunt you two as well?” Lewis asked.

They both shook their heads.

“Be honest. If I catch you lying on his behalf, no food for a week.”

“Once.” the male whispered. “He said I was boring, though.”

“Interesting. Thank you.” Lewis said, turning to the stairs as he glared at Milo. “Feed them in an hour. He gets extra food. And if you lay another finger on them, you’ll be joining them.”

With that, Lewis headed back upstairs. He had work to be done, an infiltration to plan. He would get his omega back, that was for sure.

You woke up with a jolt, having just dreamed that the Nykos had found you and brought you back home. At least this time you didn’t scream and wake someone. Standing, you stretch and look around your room. Sure it was nice and comfy, but it still felt foreign - like it wasn’t your actual room and just something temporary. You didn’t know how to make it yours though. Didn’t one of the boys say something about personalizing it?

You make your way into the bathroom and brush your hair. It was slightly frizzy so you just put it in a high ponytail. You brushed your teeth and got dressed before heading downstairs. It was only your third day with them and yet so much had happened. 

As you walk into the kitchen, the usual breakfast buffet is set out, different options of course but still smelling amazing.

“Morning, kitten.” Minho says, smiling at you.

“Morning.” you smile, blushing.

“Morning!” Felix cheered, hugging you from behind.

You tensed instinctively, and he let go.

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly. “I’m a hugger.”

You give him a small smile, your heart now beating a bit faster.

“Just because you hugged her once, doesn’t mean you can all the time.” Seungmin noted.

Felix glared at him.

“Y-you can.” you admitted, looking at the ground. “You just can’t sneak up on me.”

“Are you sure?” Felix asked, tilting your chin to look into your eyes.

“Yes.” you nod.

A big grin spread across his face and he engulfed you in a tight hug. You froze, not that you could move with his grip, but his smell of excitement and happiness relaxed you. You liked making him happy. Isn’t that what omegas are supposed to do? Take care of their pack members and provide them with strength, love, and support?

“Okay. Let’s eat.” Hyunjin said, coming into the kitchen. “What’s wrong?”

He looked over at y/n and Felix as he was hugging her.

“Nothing. She just gave Felix permission to hug her whenever he wants.” Seungmin sounded annoyed.

“Why does she look scared?” Hyunin smirked. 

Felix pulled away immediately, looking at your face. “No she doesn't.”

Hyunjin laughed as he walked by you and you noticed all the love bites and bruises covering his neck and arms. Jeongin was definitely rough with him yesterday. The commotion of everyone filling their plates with food drew your attention away. You realized you had been staring and cleared your throat to go fix your own plate. 

“So what’s the plan for today?” Changbin asked as you all started to sit at the table.

You sat between Felix and Hyunjin and began to eat your breakfast when Felix spoke.

“Oh! Let’s go to the lake! Y/n, you want to go to the lake?” Felix’s eyes were wide and he was nearly vibrating with excitement.

“Um…sure?”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Minho clarified.

“I never got to leave my cell. Only on rare occasions when they wanted to parade us around for a party or something. So getting out of the house would be nice.” You say.

“Perfect.” Felix said with a big smile. “Who wants to join us?”

“Hyunjin?” Changbin asks with a suggestive smirk.

“Sorry babe. I have to go relieve Chan.” Hyunjin reminded him.

“Oh yeah.” Changbin pouted. “I guess I’ll still go.”

“Me too.” Seungmin added.

Felix hurried to finish his food and get a cooler packed. Minho was moving too slow for him so he made the sandwiches and snacks himself. Then he filled the cooler with some ice and drinks, putting the food on top. After, he ran off upstairs and returned after a few moments with towels and sunscreen.

“I think I got everything.” Felix mutters, thinking hard.

You giggle. “We need all this?”

“We are going to spend the day there. It’s a bit of a walk to get there so we can have a picnic after some swimming.” Changbin told you.

“Swimming?” you asked. You don’t even know if you have ever gone swimming. If so, you were really little - probably five seeing as you had been with the Nykos since you were around seven. Over a decade with them and you were definitely lacking in the life experiences department.

“Oh hey, Felix. We should bring the floaties.” Changbin stated.

“Yes. Good idea!” Felix rushed off to the garage. 

You had been walking for miles. Changbin says the lake is only a three and half mile walk but it feels longer. You were dragging behind everyone as they effortlessly hiked the hills and through the trees. You tripped a few times, one of which everyone had to stop for so Felix could clean the cut and apply a bandaid. 

They were all slowing down to keep pace with you, making it slower for them. They usually get there within an hour and it had definitely been closer to three hours at this point.

“C’mon y/n. We are almost there.” Seungmin complained.

“Give her a break Seungmin. She’s not used to all this activity.” Felix glared.

“It’s just over this hill.” Changbin said, holding out a hand to help you with the incline.

You gratefully took his hand as you panted, your legs burning. He pulled you along and it helped but you just wanted to get there. You made your way up the hill and at the top you could see the lake a few yards ahead.

“Wow. It’s gorgeous.” You say, stunned.

“It is. Come on.” Felix jumped from a giant rock and made his way down to the small ravine leading to the lake.

The lake wasn’t massive, definitely not big enough for boating. But enough that they could enjoy swimming around. The ravine was fairly wide, with a small creek trailing down to a waterfall that let out into the lake. As they walked the trail and came around the waterfall, they made out their usual picnic spot. Felix was laying out the blanket and placing the bags on the corners. 

There was a small wooden makeshift dock leading into the lake that you could jump off, the water clear enough for you to make out some fish swimming around and the rocks below. It was truly picturesque as you took it in.

“You like?” Felix asked.

“It’s so pretty here. The water, the trees, the mountain range in the background.” your eyes taking everything in.

“Worth the hike?” Changbin chuckled.

You nod. It definitely was. You wanted to stay here forever. Far away from the Nykos and any pack squabbles.

“Let’s go swimming and cool off.” Felix said eagerly, slipping off his shoes and running over to the small wooden dock.

He ran the length, jumping off and into the water. Your heart caught in your throat. You don’t know why the sight made you nervous, but you watched with wide eyes, willing him to resurface. Subconsciously you stepped forward, staring.

His head popped up and he laughed out, shaking his head and making his hair fling everywhere. You finally let out the breath you had been holding and watched as he swam around.

“Hurry. The water feels great.” Felix called out.

“Can you swim?” Seungmin stood beside you.

“I- uh…No, I don’t think so.” you mutter.

“We will teach you.” Seungmin assured with a smile. 

Felix climbed up the dock and was making his way over. He had taken off his tank top and was ringing it out. You stared at his bare skin, the water on it glistening in the sunlight. He stripped off his shorts too, leaving him in just his boxers as he rung out his clothes and came over. He went over to the trees and placed his clothes on a string you just noticed.  

“Ready?” Seungmin asked.

You nodded, slipping off your own shoes and following him to the little dock. You made it halfway before you got nervous and froze.

“It’s okay. I won’t let you drown.” Seungmin comforts, holding out a hand. “None of us will.”

Felix comes back, running past and doing a cannonball into the water. Changbin followed after, giggling as he jumped in. 

“C’mon y/n. I’ll catch you.” Changbin called.

Seungmin led you to the edge, standing with you.

“Jump,” Changbin beckoned.

Your legs froze. What if the water was too cold? What if it was too deep and you fell to the bottom? What if-

You scream, limbs flailing as you fall into the water. Seungmin was laughing mischievously. Of course he pushed you in. Changbin caught you like he said and you gasped for air, wiping the water from your face.

“Hey, hey. You’re good. I got you.” Changbin says.

“Seungmin. You ass!” You said between breaths, glaring at him.

“You were taking too long.” he says before jumping in.

Teaching you to swim turned out pretty easy. The boys got lucky that your subconscious remembered how from when you learned as a child. Within thirty minutes, you were swimming around them on your own. You could go underwater and swim in even the deepest part. 

You did nearly drown Felix at one point when a fish touched your foot and you freaked out, grabbing onto him. Seungmin was dying laughing at the situation, Changbin pulling you off and calming you.

After swimming for nearly an hour, you all got out and had lunch. You were in just a shirt and underwear as the boys just swam in their boxers. It was freeing but you didn’t feel comfortable enough to be fully naked. Changbin said they usually are naked when they come, but for you they would stay modest. You honestly didn’t know how you would feel if they were all naked right now.

So your clothes hung on the line, blowing in the breeze as you ate. The sandwiches Felix packed were pretty good and you managed to eat two and half (good thing Felix made several). 

“You were hungry.” Changbin noted, amused.

“Yeah, because she almost drowned Felix.” Seungmin notes.

You roll your eyes.

“He’s never gonna let you live that down.” Felix whispers. 

“I can tell.”

As you finish up, Seungmin gets ready to get back into the water. You tell him to wait up, hurrying to catch up to him. As you approach the dock, you hear rustling in the trees. You whip your head around to see what it was but you can’t see anything.

“Y/n….y/n?” Seungmin calls out but you barely hear him.

You squinted, looking harder between the brush of the trees and bushes. Focusing your heightened hearing, you hear footsteps approaching. Panic fills your body and you back up. You managed to get on the dock but stepped right off, into the shallow end. You screamed, falling into the water. The boys rushed over, Seungmin hopping down to help you up.

“No! Stop!” You pushed him away.

“Y/n, it’s okay. It’s us.” Changbin spoke in a calming way.

You blinked through the water on your face and realized you were surrounded by the three of them.

“But I heard footsteps.” you mumble. This was embarrassing.

Changbin quickly walked over to the trees and stepped through, making your heart race even more. He looked around, sniffing the air and listening out. When he returned, he shook his head.

“Nothing there. No scent. It was probably just an animal.”

“It sounded big if it was an animal.” you scoff.

“There are some big animals out here. But you aren’t used to the sounds of the forest, so it makes sense. But I promise you’re safe. This lake is deep in our property.” Changbin explains. 

You nod, Seungmin supporting you in the waist deep water. As the adrenaline wears off, you start to feel pain. Your ankle was kind of throbbing. You move to walk closer to the dock and you stumble, Seungmin catching you.

“Are you hurt?” Felix asks. 

You nod. “Not badly, though.” “Let me see.” Felix says and Seungmin and Changbin help you out of the water.

You sit on the dock and Felix inspects your ankle. You wince as he twists it a bit. Seungmin fetches the first-aid kit from Felix’s bookbag and brings it back to him.

“Might be a sprain or bruising. Here is definitely going to bruise.” he says, pointing to the side of your thigh that you landed on the rock with. It was scraped and slightly bleeding.

“I’m fine. I’ve had worse.” you mumble.

“Just let us take care of you.” Felix glares.

You keep your mouth shut as he examines the scrap, cleaning it.

“Can we get back to swimming now?” you ask.

“You’re hurt.” Seungmin deadpanned.

You roll your eyes, moving to stand. It hurts but you managed to get yourself on two legs. You begin walking - or rather limping - to the edge of the dock.

“See. I’m fine.”

“Y/n…if you keep walking on it, you can do more damage.” Felix lectured.

“Then I won’t walk.” You said, falling backwards into the water.

Felix gasps, looking at the other two for what to do. Seungmin shrugs and runs down the dock, diving into the water. Felix reluctantly puts the first aid kit back on their blanket and joins everyone in the water. They even brought some of the floaties out, blowing them up. You liked lounging on them..until Seungmin flipped you over.

It was dusk and the sun was about to set beyond the mountain range in the distance. You were laying on the blanket, Felix finally bandaging you up. Your leg was scraped so he applied some ointment he made from some of the herbs and wrapped it. He also wrapped your ankle so you could walk. Clothes were put back on and the picnic was packed.

“Okay, Y/n. I need to pack the blanket.” Felix said.

“I’m too tired to move.” you groaned as you laid there.

“Are you?” Changbin knelt down and began to tickle you.

You gasp, eyes wide as you squirmed. 

“What… are… you… doing?” you say between giggles.

Changbin stops. “Tickling you? No one’s ever…?”

He trailed off as you shook your head. Awkward…

You both stood and Felix packed up the bags. Everyone put their shoes on and began heading back home. You were limping but pushing through it. It wasn’t until you were nearly ten feet behind them that they realized how much you were hiding your pain.

“Okay. I’m giving you a piggyback ride home.” Changbin said.

“No, no. I’m fine.” That was a lie and they all knew it.

The more you walked on your ankle, the more it was hurting. But you didn’t want to be a burden. It was a long trek home and you didn’t want him to have to carry you the whole time.

“You’re light. And it will be faster if I carry you. The sun is about to set.” Changbin argued.

“You’re hurt y/n. You don’t want to make it worse. Just let him carry you.” Felix pleaded.

“Fine.” you groaned.

You weren’t used to touching them yet so it felt weird to be so close, but Seungmin helped you onto Changbin’s back and he carried you. The sun was setting faster than they wanted so they were trying to hurry home.

Lewis was pacing in his office as he waited for his betas to return home. He was hoping he wouldn’t have to cut ties with any of his allies for betraying him. But if they stole his omega, he would burn their house down and kill them all.

Knock. Knock.

“Come in.” Lewis said.

Frankie and Hayes walked in.

“They didn’t have her and haven’t seen her. We were invited in but her smell wasn’t there or near the property.”

“Good. I don’t have to lose their numbers.” Lewis said. “Now I’m just waiting to hear back from Triston and Sam about the Okami pack. They need to hurry and get back.”

“I’m telling you, sir. They are with Greenridge. Their property was closest to where we were and if we didn’t see a body… It means she was picked up. It had to be them. And knowing them, they weren’t going to leave her to die.” Hayes argued.

“My father was clear about our agreement. I’m not going to undermine him. I am doing my due diligence before marching over there and demanding to search their property. If they stole from me, we don’t have to worry about the agreement.” Lewis said.

“So send us. We will ask if they have seen her. Of course they will deny it but we can catch her scent.” Frankie offered. “We go now and if Sam and Triston come back with her location before then, just call us and we will turn around.”

“Fine. Go. But…” Lewis pointed his finger at them. “If you see or smell her, don’t make a scene. I don’t need you trying to fight them. Just report back and we will form a plan.”

“Yes sir.” They said in unison with a bow of their heads.

They got in Hayes’s truck and drove over to the Greenridge property. The sun was nearly setting, making the skies a haze of purple and orange colors. They parked at the end of the drive and walked up, keeping as much distance as they could.

Minho and Chan were home, Chan knocked out in his room. Jeongin had worn him out last night and he spent the day sleeping it off. His body was spent and he was definitely going to have to send someone else for the night so he could recoup. The last thing he wanted was to weaken himself when they have to stay alert in protecting you.

Minho was looking in the fridge trying to figure out what to make for dinner. You three would be back soon and he wanted dinner ready. He decided on something simple - grilled chicken, roasted veggies, and mashed potatoes. Jisung was left to help fix dinner, which he groaned about because it meant he couldn’t play his game.

Whilst skinning and chopping the potatoes, the doorbell rang. Sighing, Minho went to answer it as Jisung kept chopping the veggies. Minho opened the door, greeting the two gentlemen as their scent practically smacked him in the face. One was an alpha, the other beta, and they both smelled a little like you did when you first arrived.

“Can I help you guys?” Minho asked.

“We hope so. I’m Frankie, this is Hayes. We were looking for a special someone. We lost our mate and she’s very timid. We were hoping that maybe you had seen her?” Frankie said in the most sincere voice, as if he was genuinely worried.

“Uh, no. We haven’t seen anyone new around here.”

“You sure?” Hayes challenged, eyes squinting at Minho. “She’s a very pretty thing. She likes to run off but she’s not the most stable in the head. She gets lost and confused easily… very delusional sometimes.” 

“Not ringing a bell.” Minho said, trying to maintain his anger. How dare he talk about you like that. “If I happen to find a confused girl, I will surely let you know.”

“Thank you.” Hayes stepped forward, his foot landing at the threshold of the door. He held out his hand and forced a smile. “We are part of the Nyko pack. Just bring her by if you find her.”

Minho shook his hand, a display of strength as Hayes squeezed. Minho didn’t reveal himself so he let the alpha squeeze his hand. “Will do. Have a nice night.”

“You too.” Hayes glanced around the room before he and Frankie walked off. Minho watched them get nearly halfway down the drive before shutting the door.

“Dammit.” Chan growled, coming up behind Minho from his room.

“You don’t think they could smell her, do you?” a worried Jisung asked.

“If they did, they played it off well. She hasn’t been here all day. So her scent should hopefully be faint enough. Between our smells, the cleaning I did earlier, and dinner… let’s hope.”

“We need to come up with a plan immediately. I am not letting them get the upper hand on this.” Chan went into his office.

Jisung practically whimpered at the tension in the room.

“Come on. They should be home soon and I want dinner ready for them.” Minho said, pulling Jisung back into the kitchen. 

You don’t know when you fell asleep, but the feeling of falling backwards woke you. You opened your eyes as Seungmin and Felix were pulling you off of Changbin’s back and laying you on the couch.

“Shh. We are home.” Felix cooed.

“That was fast.” you yawned.

“Wanted you home for dinner.” Minho spoke from the kitchen.

“Mmmm. It smells good.” you say, sitting up as the aroma of dinner wakes you.

“Y/n! What happened?!” Jisung exclaimed, rushing to your side.

Minho stopped his prep of the food and came over to see.

“I’m okay.” You roll your eyes.

Jisung reached to touch your thigh, but stopped himself. He then looked at the bandage on your other shin and your wrapped ankle.

“You’re clearly not okay. What happened out there?”

“Our omega is skittish and a little clumsy.” Changbin smiled.

“And she tried to drown Felix.” Seungmin added.

“I did not!” you huff but he only chuckles.

“Can you walk?” Jisung asks.

“Yes.” you say.

“Barely.” Felix said.

You moved to stand, ignoring the painful protest in your ankle. “See?”

Jisung moved out of your way and you walked…with a slight limp. Minho stared, wincing as he could see you doing ever so subtly. He could hear your heartbeat as the pain elevated it. 

“I’ve had a lot worse.” you remind, making your way to the table.

Minho and Jisung finish setting the table and everyone sits down to eat.

“Chan still with Jeongin?” Changbin asks.

Minho slows his movements. “Uh no… he’s in his office.”

“Should I grab him?” Seungmin moved to stand.

“No. I’ll bring him a plate. He um..doesn’t want to be interrupted right now.” Minho exchanged glances with a few of the boys as they looked at him skeptically. 

They could tell there was something he wasn’t saying, but they didn’t push him. You, however, were oblivious. The food was warm and delicious and had you closing your eyes. You moaned at how good it was, drawing everyone’s attention.

“Sorry.” you muttered when you finally noticed them all staring.

Minho smirked, happy you enjoyed his food so much.

Dinner went by quick, Chan staying in his office and exhausting every scenario he could think of to defend or attack as needed. Minho brought him a plate and nagged him till he finally ate some. Felix and Jisung helped clean the kitchen. Changbin and Seungmin had gone to shower. And Hyunjin was occupied with Jeongin. 

You found yourself missing their company as you walked upstairs. Sure Jeongin scared you half to death when he attacked you, but it was understandable. You weren’t going to hold it against him. You made your way to the end of the hall, presumably Jeongin’s room and opened the door. His smell was there but faint since he hadn’t been in it for about thirty-six hours. His room was darker, a brick accent wall behind his bed and wood ceilings. He had a brown leather headboard and dark grey paneling framing his bed - it felt earthy and cozy. 

You realized you had never seen anyone else’s room yet and wondered how theirs looked in comparison to yours and Jeongin’s. Jeongin’s was definitely more homey than yours.

You went across the hall and opened that door, Hyunjin’s scent wafting over you. His scent was stronger since he had been here recently. His room was way different. His walls were paneling of wood in multiple shades. He had a fireplace and tv opposite his bed. A chair was in the far corner, with a desk next to it. Canvases were piled in the other corner, one on an easel facing away from you. 

His desk was covered in paints and brushes. It was definitely the work station of an artist. You found yourself walking inside, reaching for the wool blanket draped over the foot of his bed. You lifted it to your nose and breathed in his smell. Wow, he smells amazing. His room also made you feel warm and cozy. Why were their rooms better than yours?

“Hey.” Jisung whispered. 

You of course jumped, dropping the blanket and placing your hand on your chest.

“Sorry. I knew that was going to happen. I tried to walk louder.” he looked to the room. “What are you doing?”

“I, uh..” you blushed. How were you going to explain this?

“Exploring?” Jisung asks.

You nod.

“He smells good, doesn’t he?” Jisung smiles. “But I smell better right?”

You smile, rolling your eyes at him.

“Come. I’ll show you my room.”

You stayed rooted to your spot. The last time a beta said that, Triston brought you to his room, locking you in there until he was done with you. He complained you ‘took a while to satisfy him’ even though he basically used you all night. He seemed satisfied enough each time he came.

“Y/n?” Jisung asked.

You looked at him and swallowed thickly. 

You don’t have to be afraid. They aren’t the Nykos. They won’t hurt you. You remind yourself.

You follow Jisung to his room, not stepping inside. The smell hit you hard, taking you back. Yes, it was comforting but there was something about it. You took in his mess of a room. He had a sliding door on one wall, leading out to a balcony, the walls a white shiplap. But the room was trashed with clothes everywhere. You swear there was a rotten apple hidden somewhere in the mess.

“I should have cleaned up first…” he mumbled.

“Maybe.” You forced a smile. “I’m going to go shower.”

“Okay. You sure you’re alright? We have a tub if you want to take a bath.” 

“I’m okay. I just want to lay down and sleep. I’m worn out.”

“Wait.” Jisung looked around his room before grabbing a t-shirt from a basket. It had the logo of an anime on it. “Here.”

“What’s this for?” “It’s clean. It’s for your nest.”

“Nest?” You questioned. That was the thing they talked about before.

“Right…um. Just take it. I’ll explain tomorrow.”

You nodded, making your way to your room. A ten minute shower later and you were curling up in your bed. Jisung’s shirt was at the foot of your bed. Curiously, you reach for it, bringing it up to your nose and sniffing. His smell wasn’t as strong but it still smelled so good. You couldn’t get enough. Unbeknownst to you, you fell asleep with it up to your face.

“She’s there…with the Greenridge pack.” Hayes confirmed. “It was faint but I smelled her.”

“Faint?” Lewis raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t think she was home while we were there. The guys weren’t that defensive but they were definitely playing it off. I could smell her scent.”  Hayes explained.

“Did you smell it?” Lewis asked Frankie.

“I honestly don’t know how she smells. She always smelled like the basement and the other omegas.”

Lewis sighed. “Fine. I’ll take your word for it. Even though you aren’t very credible right now.” “I wouldn’t lie about something like this. I want her back here as much as you do.” Hayes said.

“Very well. Looks like we need to come up with our plan of attack. Sam and Triston are upstairs. Go get them.” Lewis demanded.

Frankie retrieved the betas and they all began planning the best way to get you back.

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[kiame-sama]

Okay I have a couple questions it's been on my mind for a couple days now and I just have to ask first Kalim dad he's a genie too right doesn't that mean that he's experienced multiple childbirth like wouldn't that like hurt him a lot because how many kids he has or has it gone to the point he's just numb to it now.

Second I'm just curious what would happen if we die like I know they're probably going to lose their minds but like to what exact point cuz I know some of them are going to like overblot again but like do they like deteriorate mentally or is it like a gradual state and like what are the consequences to us dying does Crowley get like jailed or something.

Third this is also similar to the second question what if we like died after we had all our children for some reason like let's say we didn't connect to mal soul thing and we die and now he has to take care of eight children all by itself how will the others react to the death of their wife and how will children react to the death of their mother or we go down a darker path and both us and our children die for some reason you can decide how that happens would that be worse then just us dying I'm just so curious how this would happen I've been brewing on this for a couple days now and I just had to know.

Also love your work keep it up 🥰😍

Warnings; as the ask states, by selecting 'view more' you consent to view content and are of age to view content

Yes. Kalim's father has MANY children and experienced the agony of childbirth for every single one. Some of them even overlapped, so he was experiencing the pain of birthing a child and the intense cravings of his child in the second trimester. He has gotten used to the feeling now, but he does need to be sequestered and guarded whenever another child is born, as it leaves him catatonic for a long time following the birth. He sees it as one of his burdens to bear when it come to having so many children.

~•§•~

If the Human dies before having children, it causes a tidalwave of overblotting that likely cannot be stopped or halted. All the yanderes, platonic or not, will overblot and lose themselves to being feral.

~•§•~

If the Human dies after having their children, there is still the very real possibility of overblot among children and parents. The Human is the Keystone to keeping these monsters and Human-Hybrids calm. Without their soothing aura and addictive nature, the young will turn to one another for comfort. They are nowhere near as addictive as the Human, but they still have that emotional addiction to one another due to their half-Human aura. That aura of theirs soothes them but they will struggle to fully recover without the Human present.

Malleus is overblotting regardless and may even die of a broken heart. Several of the other Harem members feel the same and may suffer the same fate.

[siriuslyobsessedwithfiction]

This post argues that most Darklina shippers ignore Alina’s lack of agency and the abusive dynamics in the series. Alina’s choices were largely controlled by powerful men — especially the Darkling — and the only real choice she made for her own happiness was to be with Mal. The Darkling manipulated, isolated, and abused her, stripping away her autonomy, especially through the amplifiers that symbolically and literally controlled her power. Even Nikolai, though seen as a fan favorite, initially approached Alina with political motives and pressured her into an alliance. Throughout the trilogy, Alina is used as a tool by various men, with Mal being the only one who loved and supported her for who she truly was, without any hidden agenda. The post critiques the romanticization of Darkling and emphasizes how Mal’s love was the only genuinely selfless and honest one in Alina’s life.

Okay, I guess this will be my essay I was going to publish anyway.

Alina Starkov and her inability to form healthy relationships

Let's put the Darkling and Nikolai aside for a moment. Yes, the only decision the famously indecisive Alina made for herself was continuously choosing Mal even though he was continuously shitting on her and not choosing her while for some reason also asking her to choose him. Why should we clap for that?

For many years now fans have been arguing about which love interest is best suited for Alina. The most objective answer to that question is none. In order to explain why first we need to dive deeper into Alina’s character and both her platonic and romantic relationships. The main problem with Alina's relationships seems to be the fact that she is an extremely passive character and rarely takes action, unless she's absolutely forced to do so. That is, if we don't count her suicide attempts. I think she is just written that way and obviously I cannot bash a fictional character for the way she is written by the author. LB's writing style there reminds me of a self-insert fan fiction from Wattpad. So Alina's lack of agency is actually the author's fault.

Of course as a typical y/n, Alina doesn't go out of her way to take action or make friends. They sort of come to her, like Marie and Nadia immediately assuming the roles of "best friend side characters in a new setting to provide exposition and gossip". The only one she seems to desperately hold onto and go to far lengths to to keep him in her life is Mal. Most of the time he doesn't even want to be there and makes that explicitly clear by weaponized incompetence: claiming that Alina doesn't need him while she consistently states that she needs him for support, not just tracking. But Mal constantly whines how he is useless, a one trick pony and the only thing he has to offer to her is tracking, even though the only thing Alina really needed, especially in the second book, is some comfort. Which ironically, Alina's proclaimed enemy - the Darkling provided. He sat with her during long nights and silently kept her company while Mal was out there drinking, gambling and sleeping with other women instead of performing his duty as Alina's captain of the guard.

Which is so bizarre. The "big bad manipulator" Darkling has plenty of alone time with her during multiple nights and never speaks to her, let alone manipulates or torments her. On the other hand, every time she interacts with Mal, they fight, he makes it about himself, asks her to make things go back to the way they were (that being her being sickly and fragile and trailing behind him like a mouse) as if she can turn back time. As if they aren't in the middle of a brewing civil war. As if Alina doesn't have a duty and a purpose for the first time in her life. Alina was overwhelmed by responsibilities she wasn't ready to take on, and her best friend Mal does the opposite of helping. He acts childishly and ignores his job instead of supporting her. Mal's big fight with Alina drives her to the point of running away aimlessly in the city in her pajamas and attempting suicide. Suicide, people. Mal is not her friend, let alone a good love interest.

It's important to remember that he didn't support her or accept her for what she was for two books straight, then made a belated 180 degree switch when the author decided that Malina would be endgame. Even the epilogue in RaR sucks. Once again, Alina is frail and strange, servants (who she now employs) don't respect her, sneer and make fun of her, while her now husband Mal turns a blind eye. Everything is back to the way it was: Mal thrives, Alina is...there, missing an essential part of herself, isolated, friendless unless her old ones visit once a year. The ending is supposed to be bittersweet, a couple who survived a war building a new life together, but I don't see the sweet part.

Alina had grown up into an extremely controlled and shut off environment. Not only did she live in a small village, she also lived in an orphanage which was basically a cult. It's crucial for development of children's minds and psych for them to have some sort of moral and core values explained and ingrained into them. Alina grew up in an orphanage where she did not have friends except Mal. Her only mother figure was an abusive hostile sexist woman. She doesn't really believe in saints and we never see her actually strive to make her country better. Her patriotism is usually out of obligation because she is stuck with her powers or because a charming person like Nikolai told her that they could do a lot of good together. Her only driving force in life is Mal. That is extremely unhealthy. 

 I do not want to blame Alina for not being an extrovert and going out of her way to make friends but I think we should acknowledge that her insecurities often get in the way of her forming relationships. She doesn't make friends in the first army because she is insecure about how small and fragile she is and maybe some people were cruel to her and if they were, it's understandable why she would be hesitant to put herself out there. But the thing is though, the very first thing we see from her, the very first words she utters are hostile towards the person who just bumped into her. Someone says to her "watch where you're going" and she snaps at him: "why don't you watch your fat feet". Well, fat shaming was certainly not necessary. She could just say "sorry" or "watch where you're going yourself" or just "piss off". She immediately retaliates to point out his "flaw" because only thing she sees in herself are her own flaws. The sentence she says after that in her inner monologue is that the soldier probably didn't expect lip from a scrawny little thing like her.

She shames others and then shames herself and the cycle repeats and it never goes anywhere. She doesn't learn to not judge herself or others and that is one of the reasons why she can't form healthy relationships. Furthermore, when she gets to the little Palace, she's prejudiced against Grisha and doesn't try to make any friends once again. As an introvert I understand why she wouldn't want to in new environment but but the smart thing would be to not be completely alone. The only "friends" she made are the ones who came up to her and literally stuck to her - Marie and Nadia, and she didn't really care about them.

Then, there's Genya. Alina finds out that Genya has been accepted into the second army and that she was a spy for the Darkling and she immediately takes it as a personal offense. In reality, Genya was a servant, a Grisha without color, so she should've seen the spy thing coming. The darkling wasn't in the little Palace most of the time so obviously he would have someone to keep an eye on her. Also she guilt-trips Genya when she doesn't immediately take Alina's side and even when we hear Genya's backstory and what she went through, Alina doesn't feel nearly as sympathetic as she should have for a friend. Why would Genya put her trust in the girl, who is allied with her abusers - the royal family, and for months didn't even care to get to know people around her, since she was only there until she could find a way to reconnect with her one sided childhood crush? Genya was well-versed in political situations and got double dose of suffering as a Grisha and as a servant, while Alina didn't even accept being Grisha. She should've known Alina wouldn't stay and bother to liberate Grisha and she didn't. She left everything up to the family who was responsible to Genya's rape for years. And Nikolai, who Alina praises to heavens and claims is the best future for Ravka, sent his rapist father to a nice luxurious retirement in the Southern colonies, as well as his mother who was equally at fault for what happened to Genya because she was the one who removed her protection from Genya and allowed the king to rape her. Alina doesn't express any concern over that, nor did she express concern when the King was in her presence and spent his days "chasing servant girls". Ew. Just ew. Alina sees what happened to Genya before her very eyes and allows it to happen. Alina is not Genya's friend.

Even in Siege and Storm, for some reason, Alina demands loyalty from Grisha who she hasn't done anything good for. What do they owe her? Alina came to the little Palace, didn't train, was prejudiced against them and they're supposed to choose her over the man who gave them shelter and trained them and kept them safe? Alina claims she does not want to be a saint or a queen or a leader one second and the next she demands unquestioning loyalty from other Grisha, as well as Nikolai's rogue Grisha and her cult. But do we really see her doing anything for them? No. When she went to the little Palace all she said is that the darkling was a psychopath and that he would take over the world, which he wasn't even planning to do. And then she threatened the remaining Grisha in the little Palace that she would have them in chains if they didn't listen to her. Imagine if the Darkling did that. She never really befriends the Grisha that stuck with her. When the inferni Hershaw shares his backstory and tells them how in the Wandering Isle people crack Grishas' heads open because they believe that their blood has magical properties, even brash Zoya is appalled and expresses her condolences. Meanwhile all Alina thinks about is herself, that Hershaw sharing his backstory means that he will place his hope for a better world for Grisha in Alina now and how she doesn't want that kind of responsibility.

The point is that Alina never goes through the steps that are required to make a friend, but when she needs one, she always demands to have them there at her beck and call. Otherwise they are a terrible person, a traitor for not being on her side and the Darkling's puppet.

Even the Darkling, who wasn't in the little Palace most of the time, who always traveled across the whole country to various military points to ensure that the borders were controlled, a person who couldn't allow anyone to get close to him, who had to remain professional with everyone, who couldn't let anyone know that he was an amplifier, still had more friends than Alina who he encouraged to make friends. He had his personal guard - the Oprichniki, and a few heartrenders he was close to, like Ivan for example. Alina only has a few Grisha during the trilogy whose names we even find out and she never even checked up on them. When they come to her with their grievances Alina never takes the opportunity to grow closer with them. No, it's always about Mal, who's doing just fine without her but will complain how she's not paying attention to him.

 Now, as for the Darkling, her interactions with him are very open in Shadow and Bone. It's just good communication between them when he was in the little Palace. They talked, Alina wallowed in her insecurities and he actually found her sour humor funny, which was very cute. And he did his best to answer her questions and ease her worries. He literally told her he was over 120 years old, that had been waiting for her for a long time, that he finally felt a connection with someone. And here's the thing: Alina never outwardly rejected his advances. She told him he was no longer alone, that he had her, the damned kiss was consensual. And then Alina runs away with Mal and goes back to every prejudice she initially had about him. What is he supposed to feel? He tries to get her back. And he bargains and shows he's willing to negotiate even after she screwed up his carefully planned coup. He even says that he doesn't mind her thing with Mal because he will die eventually or she will find out that it won't work out with him. The Darkling's primary goal wasn't "manipulating" or "possessing'' Alina, it was saving Ravka from collapsing. But over the next two books, she refuses to look at the big picture and properly address the problems which darkling is trying to fix. If only Alina actually talked to him instead of throwing baseless accusations every five seconds. She could literally call him anytime through the tether, he visited her all the time and she just refused to communicate. If she no longer wanted a relationship with him, she could at least speak to him about serious matters, like avoiding the civil war the country clearly couldn't take.

Her relationship with Nikolai was not genuine. Did it have potential to actually become genuine if they acknowledged each other’s flaws? Yes. But Alina justified Nikolai’s selfish ambitions as him trying to do what’s best for Ravka while never granting the Darkling the same leniency. She is appalled at Darkling’s willingness to kill the Grisha who turned on him after he asked him to not make him to do it and not to start an actual civil war but is okay with Nikolai sacrificing the Grisha loyal to Alina to get himself on the throne. What’s the difference between Nikolai’s and the Darkling’s relationship to Alina? Nikolai presents himself better in order to stay in her good graces. The Darkling is a general, Nikolai is a politician. The Dakling told her how it was, what he had to do, and Alina couldn’t handle the ugly truth. In both Shadow and Bone and Siege and Storm, we see the Darkling call her out numerous times, asking her the real questions: 

Why would she run without giving him a chance to explain himself? (She was still prejudiced against him and didn’t view him as an actual human being even after how much kindness he had shown her)

What was her long-term plan? (She didn’t have one)

Did she really want Mal or Nikolai? (She wasn’t sure)

Nikolai never bothered her with such difficult questions. He was all too glad to prance her around, use her as a political tool, be charming to her and show her a glimpse of a wounded boy with a dream. Funny how fans call the Darkling the manipulator when all he had was a strategy to help Grisha, and yes, for that he needed Alina’s power. He actually risked his plan at the winter fete with his flustered flirting. You’d think he’d be better at it, and perhaps he could be, but he was actually too honest and hopeful too soon.

Meanwhile, Nikolai needed Alina for his image, to strengthen his claim to the throne even though legally he had no right to it. Who is truly the selfish one here? Nikolai kissed her in public without consent and then shoved her into a carriage, practically trapped her in an engagement…Do we really believe he wouldn’t expect her to be involved in politics, uphold their image as King as Queen and for her to birth an heir? The Darkling put a collar on her because she ran away, ignored her duty and responsibilities to her people and her country, and screwed up his carefully planned coup. And because she needed the amplifiers because she didn't train and couldn't to anything without them. I will not hear the degrading “she was just a girl” as an excuse. It’s an explanation, sure, but not an excuse. She was an adult, she was a soldier, and her running away and refusing to cooperate was the equivalent of someone stealing the nuclear codes and the only cure to the land of Chernobyl infested with zombies. She was considered a saint as soon as she was discovered for that very reason, because she was crucial to any sort of plan for Ravka. Nikolai and Darkling have lots of similarities in that regard. They claim everything they do, they do it for Ravka. 

[blissfulbluee]

hi i feel really fucking mentally sick for some reason tonight do u have any fluffier sangihun hcs 💗 (sending this to multiple moots i swear im not like a hijacked bot lol)

yes of course my dear moot!!! I hope these make you feel better.

--Sangihun Fluffy Headcanons

-imagine sangwoo and gihun sleepy daysss. they just lay in bed glued together. They don't talk, just lay peacefully.

-okay but with all of this talk about them getting dressed in the bathroom together, what about when they are not in the games and they dress each other. idk i just find a cute image in gi hun putting on sangwoos shoes or sangwoo buttoning gihuns shirt.

-also i thought of a cute thing about if their moms lowkey knew about them. honestly they would support. i think sang woos mom would not push but kind of want them to be together so bad. she probably has said some weird vague shit about accepting sangwoo for who he is and that he should stay close friends with gihun forever. mal-soon however is tired of their bs. she aint going to do a thing if they aint going to do a thing, ya know?

-imagine their dates too!! i don't think they would do anything too extravagant. I imagine a lot of the dates are things they wanted to do together as kids but they were either vaguely or fully meant for couples or people who were crushing on each other.

-also them sharing things if they live together??? they only know whos clothes are whos by size but everything is pretty much put together. also sang woo teases gihun about his stupid dad clothes. its okay though because gihun bullies him back about the business smarty pants shit he wears.

[ghostlymarauder]

This is, again, a rant about the Grishaverse, on this occasion, about things that annoy me, so if you disagree, you're correct, too.

Let me preface this by saying: I love the books! I devoured the original trilogy, and I'm currently reading the SOC duology. However, there's things that make me want to kill someone:

1. Let's start off with one of the most important: In Russian (one of the base language for Ravkan), Grisha is basically Greg. Yes, it also means "watchful" BUT my problem is that if you're using a language as the base for another language, you shouldn't use something as common as "Greg" to be the name of your supernatural/magical/whatever-the-hell-Grisha-are species.

2. Tailors. And you might ask: what's the problem with Tailors? Well, technically, none. The problem is that it is stated that ALL the Corporalki are capable of using tailoring. FURTHERMORE, NINA ZENIK HAS A SIDE HUSTLE AS A TAILOR. So, why was Genya made fun of? Because if I remember correctly, the Grisha saw her as "useless"... But the Corporalki are capable of being Tailors, too? I don't, it's just confusing.

3. And, speaking of confusing things: the plurals and singulars of the Grisha orders... What do you mean a group of Heartrenders is a group of Corporalki, BUT ONE HEARTRENDER IS A CORPORALNIK??? it's unnecessarily complicated, and I refuse to discuss it.

4. Another thing that bothers me to unexplainable levels is the Squallers' trick at the end of Ruin and Rising... Like, you're telling me Squallers are capable of bending sound, that they know they're capable of bending sound, but no one ever told the Darkling about it. NOT ONLY THAT. You're telling me that in 400 YEARS the Darkling never learned that ability? Why wasn't it used before? No, it was kept for Sankta Alina.

5. I already talked about this in another post, so I'm not going in too much depth: Alina losing her powers at the end of Ruin and Rising is unnecessary and unfair.

6. Keeping it on the topic of Alina... Why did Mal survive? It would've been so interesting to see Alina lose Mal, keep her powers, and be sent in the same path as the Darkling. It would've been so interesting to see if she would become the same as Alekzander or not. Instead, the tracker lives and she gets happily ever after?????

7. What language do they speak in Ravka? Because it's technically Ravkan, but on multiple occasions, the distinction of a single word said in Ravkan is made, meaning they have to speak something else most of the time... But what? Is it English?

8. I am become a blade. No need to explain that one.

9. I'm still reading SOC, so I'll perhaps have another opinion once I read the King of Scars duology, but why the fuck does Zoya become all-powerful (and I mean that literally, she all Etherealki types in one, and I'm pretty sure she also develops Corporalki abilities) yet Alina loses her powers? I'm offended by that, and it's coming from someone who LOVES Zoya's character.

10. The maps and geography of the Grishaverse. I don't think explanation is truly needed, just look at the maps and tell me there isn't something weird.

I'll probably keep adding to this in the future, but if you want to add something that annoys you or debate one of my points, that's completely valid, too!

[interstellarsystem]

Experiences With Being Out as a System

So, our parents know we're a system. It's all good, they understand that when we suddenly speak like someone from London that it's just another guy taking the body for a spin real quick and that they don't need to question it too much.

The thing is... They don't know our names, or anything about us as individuals. We don't have enough open communication with them to actually discuss the inner-workings of the hundreds of little guys in our brain and who they are or what they like, but even if we did, it's not actually important to them. It almost seems like it's swept under the rug.

Our mother said that she doesn't get why she should have to know anyone else when we're all "us". We're all just a collective to her still, a bunch of bits that make up her child, even though she knows we're separate. Her child, the original, isn't here anymore. But the thing is.. some of us want to get to know her and the family individually. Even beyond just being seen as who we actually are, we want to be a part of it aside from being treated as someone who is gone. But it's not a thing they understand despite our explanations of what it means to us, even despite the fact they know the original is dormant and has been for years.

The most anyone in our family knows about us is our mother, and she only knows anyone with a voice similar to Sark as "the american one". She doesn't know that there's even multiple who sound similar to him.

Technically, we're out as a system. Effectively, though... We're still closeted. Though not really because we're staying in it, moreso that we left but it follows us around like a shield within our own household, but it's not shielding us. It's shielding them from us.

Our experience with talking to medical professionals has been hard because of this--sharing bits about ourselves has been scary. It's scarier to show them pictures of our nonhuman headmates and say "that one is me", but it's never actually been bad when we've mustered up the strength to do it. One of them looked at Mal and saw his horns and said he looks like a faun from Greek mythology. Even though he's not, a positive response like that was empowering. That same one said Filigree's hair was cool. Little acknowledgements about who you are when you've tried to be seen before is great.

With our IRL friends, we expected the situation to be similar to our parents. Swept under the rug like a taboo and given weird, uncomfortable looks when spoken about. But it's been completely different.

We get asked who is fronting, we get acknowledged as separate people, hell, we even felt comfortable telling them about our actual fictive identities and letting the ones who wanted to follow this blog (hey guys if you're reading this <3) get access to it. They acknowledge our nonhumanity and nonhuman parts, share things about our sources with us because it reminded them of us, etc. Sometimes, now, because we've been open about it, we get people actually ask "is x fronting" and we say yes and they say "I knew it".

That specific feeling of being recognised even when your outward appearance doesn't change is absolutely amazing. Little manerisms, little ways our voice sounds even when masking accents out in public, even the words we choose to use are tells toward who is actually controlling the body and they pick up on it--even things we might not recognise we even do. Sure, there's hundreds of people in here and people won't know every single one off by heart, but the ones who are out here often are being recognised and that, to me, is amazing and validating to all of us.

I guess the point here is me sharing our experiences, but also.... You will be able to find people who see you for you. You as a system, you as a nonhuman, you as a disabled person, you as a queer person--you'll be able to find your people. And you know, I hope you do soon--because the feeling of being known is great.

[purplecherryuwu]

May be a controversial take but-

Mal and Ben where BOTH responsible for the fight that happened in D2

Should Mal have told Ben she was feeling overwhelmed and like she wasn't enough? Yes

Should Ben have been more understanding towards Mal with all the pressure she was under? Yes

But also this is partially on the rest of their friendgroup too

Evie is so focused on living her dream life to notice Mal struggling

Carlos was all about Jane and yes, his situation on the island was very different from Mal's but he still could've tried to see it from her perspective more

And Jay- well he was busy with fencing and preparing for cotillion

The fight in D2 was a product of MULTIPLE circumstances and blaming it on just Mal or just Ben isn't fair to two LITERAL teenagers who are under A LOT of pressure

[vulpixisananimal]

[A: 4 C: 74]

(Ramos) [Alex] {Nihil} |Jasmine| <Altiare>

“Alright.” [You click your pen and place it down.] “Let’s start.”

[Yourself, Odile, Mirabelle, Rosmarinus. Today you were going to attempt to sort out whatever was going on with their sadness. You had already checked up on Odiles sadness multiple times through the weeks; it acted as a sort of control group for your tests. Folie á Deux was both contained and untamed, so it could be safely poked at. However, Refoulement and Mal du Pays were tamed.]

[The former had been much more aggressive than the latter, but that made some sense to you. Siffrin had worked with Mal du Pays for much longer, and had more experience in managing a mindspace.]

“W-who should be first?” [Mirabelle asked, looking between Odile and Siffrin.]

“I’ll check with Foul first, I think.” [You write something down.] “Then I will check with Mal.”

“What about Odile.” [Asks Ros.]

“I’m here to take notes and observe.” [She huffs.] “You would not catch me dead missing this.”

“H-haha, fair.” 

“. . . Alright, if there are no other questions. . .” [Heads shake around the room.] “Good. Mirabelle, hold still.”

[You move over to where she was sitting, and took a breath. You held up a hand to her head, and placed your palm on her temple. Think, focus, and speak it. Focus, focus, and explore. . . Expand. . .]

[The world melts away into a soup of shades. It’s abstract, a white void with floating items, blobs, blurs, and other assorted shapes. You have a very faint memory of being here before, not yours, Ramos’. You float over to one of the many blobs and touch down. The texture feels like sand.]

“Floating shapes, many colors, abstract. The one I’m standing on, it feels like sand.” [You say aloud.]

[You feel a tingle, a sense of aggression. You dodge to the side in time to see the sharp, rapier-like arm of Refoulement stab where you once were. Relax, Foul, I’m a friend.]

{NOT. LIKELY.}

[Yeah yeah yeah. You put your hands up. Come on, I know you’re the puppyguard of Mirabelles mind right now but relax.]

{PROOF?}

[I’m Headmates with Ramos?]

{. . . COULD STILL BE DANGEROUS.}

[Hey! That’s a dangerous horror trope and you know it.]

{SAFFRON. MAL DU PAYS.}

[For the love of- they’re not EVIL! Saffron has a bunch of stuff going on and Mal is being affected by the same blinding thing that’s affecting you!]

{. . .}

[What are you here for, anyways? I wouldn’t think Mirabelle would have any kind of-]

{IDIOT. FOOL. STUPID. MIRABELLE HAS ANXIETIES. FEARS.}

[I know that!! But, well, crap nevermind she did save the country.]

{ALWAYS ASKED TO CHANGE. ALWAYS ASKED TO DO MORE. MORE. BE GOOD. DO GOOD. GIFTED CHILD. SO GIFTED, AND TOLD SHE WOULD BE GREATEST, NEVER STOOD UP FOR WHAT. SHE. WANTS.}

[. . . Alright, my bad, I’m sorry.]

{GOOD. SHE DOES NOT WANT CHANGE. BUT CHANGES BY NOT WANTING TO. AND CHANGES WHEN SHE DOES NOT. AND SUCH CHANGE CAUSES DOUBT OF THE SELF. I CUT THOUGH. I HELP TELL HER WHAT. SHE. WANTS.}

[. . . Sounds complicated. So what, she does whatever you say?]

{IT IS JUST A SUGGESTION.}

[Okay, fair. Are we good now?]

{. . . YOU FOUGHT PERCIVAL. YES?}

[Uh, yes?]

{SHOW ME.}

[. . . Hmm, you’ve never tried doing this before, but of course it was theoretically possible. You focus. . . It would be like, taking a small plant, a grape, a single grape, from your garden. You pluck one and throw it to the sadness. Try this?]

{PIERCE THE GRAPE. JUICE. MEMORY. FEEL IT. RUSH. . . . . . HA! HA!}

[HAH! You knew that feeling, the rush, grabbing that bastard's head and smashing it on the table. Satisfying?]

{VERY!}

[Good! Now that you’re not worried about being attacked again, you speak up.] “Refoulement is on high alert. Thought I was a danger. Convinced I’m not now.”

[You don’t catch the response, something along the lines of “good” but you’re too focused. So! Foul, can I call you Foul?]

{FOUL IS. FINE.}

[Foul it is! So, someone’s going around making peoples inner sadness’ go haywire, but I think you knew that. So, well. . . What, did it feel like?]

{. . . INSTINCT. LIKE A CROCODILE SNAPPING AT A LEG. A FLYTRAP CLOSING ON A FLY. A SADNESS, DRAWN, TO, KILL. NOT KNOWING WHO IS FRIEND, AND WHO, IS FOE. FELT. TERRIBLE.}

“Foul describes it, like, an instinct. An instinct flaring up. Not knowing who’s good and bad. And it didn’t like it.” [You wander around, checking the rest of the headspace for mind craft. Anything else? Any kind of, voice?]

{NO. SUDDEN BURST OF, VIOLENCE. UNSTOPPABLE INFLUENCE. IF NOT FOR MIRABELLE BEING. . . MIRABELLE, SHE, MAY BE DEAD.}

[Hah! Yeah she’s kinda amazing.] “You helped keep it grounded, Mira.” [Anything else?]

{. . . . . . MIRABELLE WISHES TO TALK ABOUT RELIGION WITH YOU. OR ALTIARE. OR BOTH.}

[HAH! Really? Oh let me guess, she’s been too anxious to bring it up?]

{CORRECT.}

[Yeah, I thought so. There’s no mind craft at work here, so I’ll leave you now. Behave, okay?]

{YOU. AS. WELL.}

[You take your hand back from Mirabelle and shake your head.] “Stars. . . You’ve got a hellova head on your shoulders Mirabelle.”

“U-uh, thanks?” [She replies uncertainty.] 

“It’s a compliment.” [You smile, and stand up.] “Also, Refoulement said you wanted to talk religion sometime?”

“W-what?!?” [She jolted to attention.] “I-I mean, I do I just, um, got, nervous.”

“Are those meds. . . Working?” [Rosmarinus looks over, concerned.]

“Y-yes!!” [Mirabelle holds her hands close.] “I-I was so much worse before!!! I know I was because I wouldn’t even think about doing something like this and let someone into my head again after meeting Perci so I KNOW it’s working.”

“Not well enough, maybe.” [Odile chuckled.] “An increased dose may be in order.”

“You did save the country after all.” [You smirk, walking over to Ros.] “Wouldn’t be surprised if that made you even more anxious. Now, Mari.”

“R-right.” [She pauses, takes a deep breath, releases, then nods.] “Ready.”

[You place your hand on their forehead, focus, and. . . A moment later, you’re there. It’s easier than Mirabelles, her headspace doesn’t really exist, that’s just not how her brain works. But Rosmarinus and the others have a very solid sense of the inner world. That makes for an easy entrance.]

[You step down onto a high up black sand dune that, from this height, is more like a cliff. Long beach grass swayed at your side, and the sea-breeze air filled your nose. It was like nothing you’d ever smelt before. Whatever their headspace was based on, the sense-memory of it was crystal clear. Stars, even the touch of the grass was, real. The sound of the beach, the stars in the sky. . . . It made you want to just sit down and take it all in.]

+Over here, Alex! You step over from the favor tree. Alex was standing in the grass a few meters away. Are you alright?+

[Oh! You turn around. So THAT’S what Rosmarinus looks like here! Cool! Sorry, I’m fine, it’s just so. . .]

+Familiar?+

[I was going to say pretty but, yeah. You look around the beach. A favor tree stood at the peak of the dune you were at. As you approached, you saw a wooden ladder bolted in that headed up. So this is where the magic happens?]

+Pretty much! You chuckle, and sit down at the tree. You sit here to be at front, and if you want to go to people's rooms you follow that path down and they’re embedded in the cliffside!+

[Wait, you all get your own rooms?]

+You don’t?+

[You shake your head. We each have our own segment of the garden that we stay in. I’m by potted plants and roses watering them, Jasmine works on the garden boxes, Altiare stays in their covered gazebo playing cards, Ramos trims bramble bushes, and Nihil stays in its well.]

+Heh, Altiare sounds like a lazy-bones. You’re all doing work! Same with Nihil, but it gets a pass.+

[Oh Altiares got the biggest job now, keeping unwanted visitors out! Even if we haven’t gotten any lately. You sit down. Oh, and Nihil helps a little, it gets water for Jasmine.]

+Aww! Cute!+

[Very. So! May I chat with Mal?]

+RIGHT! You turn and start down the path. Stay here, this takes focus.+ 

[Oh you felt that. You watch them go, then lay back. Stars. . . It was a very beautiful headspace, really, it seemed so. . . Nostalgic? Homey? Something like that. Maybe this was what it was like where Eri came from. If it was then. . .]

[. . .]

[Nine, ten years ago, you came home from your lessons one day to find Eri sobbing and crying, collapsed on the floor. They kept trying to explain something, trying to talk to you, trying to show you something, but you just didn’t get it. You didn’t understand.]

[You took them to the doctors that day. You had to stay at the neighbors house for two weeks.]

[When Eri came back they didn’t talk for a while, and they didn’t smile, either. You were told to keep an eye on them, and make sure they didn’t do anything stupid.]

[You know why, now.]

{Alex.}

[You bolt back to attention. A few feet in front of you was a figure clad in Siffrins cloak and hat, but lightless, not darkless, with a veil and flowers to match. Mal du Pays?]

{That is I.}

[How have you been feeling? You stand up and step forward.]

{I am Fine. You make no motion. What am I?}

[That’s what I’m here to find out, buddy. You stop and look it over again. So, headmate or sadness, right?]

{Correct. Which one am I?}

[You mean you don’t know?]

{No.}

[. . . What do you want to be?]

{. . . . . I don’t want to be a shadow. I want to be a person.}

{I want to feel the sun without getting burned. I want to taste food without it reminding us of home. I want to tell Isabeau I love him. I want to keep those who are kind to us safe. I want to hurt. I want to be hurt. I want so much but I don’t know what to do.}

{When I first was me, when I first existed, I wanted nothing but to hurt Siffrin. He accepted me. I fell asleep, and then I was awake, not a sadness, but, me. Or maybe I always was me, and a sadness. Maybe I ignored what I was. Maybe I couldn’t believe it. Maybe I was always a fool. Maybe I failed so much as a protector because it was never in my nature.}

{I think, I just want to be me.}

[. . . Well there’s your answer.]

{Do not get philosophical with me. What am I?}

[Alright, alright. You walk back to the Favor Tree, and sit. Mal does the same. So, you were tamed by Siffrin accepting you and coming to terms with homesickness. After that you disappeared, only to reform in his mind as a headmate.]

[Maybe because of the trauma related to sadness, or the whole time loop thing, jostled your memory and self identity. You repressed yourself, and lived life like any plural person. Although. . .]

{What is it?}

[Well. . . Null was the 4th, right? Then if Loop really is the original Loop and not a factive, that would make him the first alter that wasn’t the result of some craft. Well, the first you can remember that is. Stars, Siffrin may never have realized he was plural if you and Loop weren’t there to. . . Crack their egg, as it were.]

{Egg. . . Crack?}

[Vaugardian term. It’s for when someone realizes something about themself that might have been obvious to others. Usually it’s about Changing. Heh, you could call the fact that you’re realizing you are a sadness a cracked egg!]

{. . . I see.}

[Anything else?]

{. . . Would it be alright?}

[What would be alright?]

{To be, me. To make myself into who I want to be.}

[Yes???? Of course??? You shuffled closer to Mal, reaching out, waiting for approval to touch it.]

{. . . You nod.} 

[You reach out and put a hand on its shoulder. It flinches. Mal, you’re in Vaugarde. As long as it doesn’t hurt the rest in the system you can do whatever you want.]

{. . . Thank you. You wait a moment before standing up. Feeling urges, strong, but can control, with help. Old feelings. I will not let it win. No voices, no sense of who, just an urge.}

[I see. Refoulement is the same.]

{Understood. You turn. Enough talking, go up ladder, Loop wants to talk to you. Do not tell family.}

[You shuddered at that last sentence, there was a cold kind of malice mixed into it as a warning. You watch it go, and when it’s gone, you turn to the tree. Looking up the makeshift ladder, you couldn’t see far. You start up.]

[You only got a few rungs up before a lightless hand reached through the branches and pulls you up.]

[Suddenly you’re at the treetop! The island surroundings of the headspace changed to a countryside with a small down around you, and a looming House of Change. Looking around, you see someone with a lightless body covered in stars with a blinding head to match. Loop?]

[. . . Well hello little Academic! You put a hand in front of your mouth and giggle. Welcome to our lovely little tree fort~]

[Yeah, that was definitely Loop. You chuckled, why did you want to see me? Was it about the whole KILLING one of our HEADMATES!]

[. . . Y-yes, but. . .]

[But? You squint at them.]

[. . . I, I would like to apologize to Ramos about that personally.]

[Oh well then they’ll be waiting all day for you. Stars. . . You rub your head. Then what WAS it, Loop?]

[. . . . I. . .]

[(. . .])

[You felt a presence nearby. Turning to look, it was Saffron. But, oh stars above, they looked horrible! What happened?!?]

[(. . . Talk, Stage Director.)]

[I was ABOUT to- You huff, looking away for a second before breathing in. . . And out. . . . . . . Alex. I. . . We have something to talk to you about. But you must not mention this to anybody.]

[. . You blink a few times, looking between Saffron and Loop. Anybody, hmm? What kind of secret would you have not to tell any of your party?]

[You have no idea. Don’t try to look for it, don’t try and ask about it, don’t try and pry it from our head like some HISTORIAN. You glare at her, deadly serious. Don’t even mention we had this talk! Lady Odile is FAR too observant, and would jump at the slightest hint of a mystery.]

[. . . She would. Alright, fine then. My lips are sealed.]

[Good! You clap your hands together. I’m not actually going to TELL you what our little secret is, but more just, a, a side effect.]

[. . . Okay?]

[(Good! If you tell them, I will loop us back. But not before killing you in every way I can think of. You think back to when you killed the Scholar. I’m not above it you know~)]

[You shudder. Message received. Okay, what is it?]

[. . . We have our own sadness.]

[. . . What? You stand up, the gears of your information obsessed mind beginning to turn. You have a sadness, but subsystems shouldn’t be able to have their own inner sadness.]

[(Why not?)]

[An inner or bonded sadness is tied to the willpower of the whole, even if it’s shattered into multiple personalities. But, you are your own person, correct? Put directly into Siffrins mind via wish craft.]

[. . .Yes, yes. Yes we are.]

[That’s not a secret though, so why. . . Oh. Because whatever it is, the others knowing would spoil said secret. Yes?]

[. . . You nod.]

[I see. In that case, I should come back at a time where no-one else is in the house. In that case, your secret will be safe no matter what. Sound good?]

[(. . . Fine.)]

[That works for now~]

[Alright, good. Is, there anything else I- SAFFRON!!!]

[STARS-]

[(You turn on a dime and jump, just in time to avoid that. Things. Grasp. You scramble back, bumping into Loop. That, that, t-that’s the thing, that’s it that’s the one that-!)]

[{Asking for help? You? How unlike you, Loop. No, you’re no doubt stalking your next prey. What will it be this time, beheading? Evisceration? Dissection? You want to, don’t you, it’s the only way you can feel alive.}]

[You stand defensively, looking at the, the thing in front of you. A sadness, no doubt. You step in front of Loop and Saffron. You’re a nasty piece of work, y’know.]

[{And you. Are. Dead. You reach out to grab the intruder.}]

[!!! You raise your-]

[You grab Alex. No, it’s time for you to leave, there wont be blood in our headspace a second time! You throw them off the tree.]

[You snap back to reality, shaking your head and wavering a moment. You felt dizzy, way, way, too, s-stars-]

“Alex? Are you alright?” [Odiles voice got to your ears.]

[You take a breath, then nod. You look up.] “I’m fine, just dizzy.”

[Siffrin? Was rubbing their head and shaking a little. They were breathing fast, before taking a deep breath, then looking up, smiling.] “I’m fine!”

 “Alright, good.” [You didn’t need to be psychic to know who it was, or why. You stand up.] “Mal is able to resist whatever’s affecting sadness better than Refoulement can, and is doing alright right now.”

“A-anything else?” [Mira asks.]

“. . . No.” [Saffron catches your eye.] “No that is all.”

[avionvadion]

Would El get jealous of another girl near Malleus?

That’s going to be the fun thing about GloMas. MULTIPLE DIFFERENT SCHOOLS.

Malleus is going to be on cloud freaking nine anytime a random lady tries to approach him for a dance and El cuts in and whisks him away like, “NOPE, sorry, his next dance was already reserved, byeeeee!” Another lady tries. “AND SO WAS THIS ONE. ANNNNND ALSO THIS ONE.”

Malleus, grinning: “Oho, trying to keep me all to yourself, are you?”

El, pouting, cheeks red: “….Maybe.”

Sebek: “HUMAN. IT IS MY TURN TO DANCE WITH MY LIEGE.”

El: “….Okay.”

Mal: “Ah, but you’re willing to relinquish me to Sebek?”

El: “It’s not like he’s gonna try and steal you from me.”

Mal: “Bold of you to assume anyone could.”

Azul: “Eleanora, might I-“

El, going to dance with Azul, accepting his hand but pointing at Sebek: “SEBEK, KEEP MR. HORNS SAFE.”

Sebek, already twirling away with Malleus: “DO NOT ORDER ME AROUND, M’LADY. I WILL ALWAYS PROTECT MY MASTER.”

El rarely gets a chance to be jealous/possessive because Malleus is… well, MALLEUS DRACONIA, since he normally comes off so spooky scary, but because he did a whole MUSICAL NUMBER AND DANCED WITH ROLLO he seems maybe NOT that scary??? So people build up their courage to dance with him. It’s really only those who seem like they’re going in to try and FLIRT with him that El cuts in though. She does want him to interact with others. She just… doesn’t want people to try and steal her man, lol, even though she knows that’s impossible by this point.

But yeah. Unlike Malleus who has all the freaking opportunities to be jealous/possessive, El has next to none, so when she does have a chance to be all jealous he gets so freaking happy about it like YES MA’AM HE IS YOUR BELOVED MAKE IT KNOWN.

He a very happy dragon. :3

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

Do they keep a diary/a journal?

Mal - yes, actually. But no gross feelings stuff, ew. Just drawings. ...Of various levels of "disturbing". (Peak being begining of D2, of course)

Jay - nah. Better stuff to do. Also lowkey paranoid it'll be stolen.

Evie - yes, technically, multiple. She keeps one journal to jot down what was when done to any potions she's brewing (the correct scientific procedure), her fashion one, of course, for whatever designs she dreams of, and lastly, one to note down orders and payments for her shop.

Carlos - nah. He's got a collection of loose papers with important and "important" info on them. His cousins still keep finding them in Hell Hall. Jay has to move them from his parts of the room regularly. Mal found papers stuck in between her journal.

Uma - no. WAY more important shit to do, and she finds it way too sentimental. She keeps records of stuff important for the running of her crew, but doesn't consider it a journal, rather a public record.

Harry - yes. To the surprise if absolutely no one, the thing he writes most about is Uma. There are several original songs and poems for her as well. He wouldn't mind if she found it.

Gil - I wanna say yes, he tries. He's not very consistent though. The only thing he writes about is his friends and crewmates – he accidentally puts it down in the common space of the ship often, and most of the crewmates picked it up once. Cos, y'know. You see, you take. If they read it, they began blushing furiously under the excited "My friends are SO cool" Gil wrote and gave it back to him without a word.

Claudine - once she stops living with her father, yes, though it took some convincing. She doesn't write regularly, though, because she just doesn't know what to write, and is afraid of putting her thoughts on the paper. Later, she writes poems in letters so small it's illegible, since poetry masks the true self a bit.

Harriet - yes. She writes regularly, though not a lot of feelings stuff. She writes poems and vague stories draws whatever comes to her mind (mostly abstract stuff) and keeps it tightly locked up in her cabin, since that shit is DARK. Smee twins accidentally found it once and Sammy kept complaining they were afraid of her drawings for two weeks straight.

CJ - ...she tries to. It never lasts more than two days in row. But she adds new disjointed entry every time she's reminded that her older siblings do so. It's actually extremely disturbing in different way than Harriet's since she has ZERO ability to self-censor.

Freddie - two. One for music and one for dreams and card readings.

Celia - one. Dreams and Cards and Friends on the other side. Though, technically, both sisters share another one, written in cryptic code and abbreviations and moved from place to place with regularity but without a set schedule. This one is about secrets of the Isle residents, the ones they bother or dare to write down.

Dizzy - I wanna say yes, actual diary, feelings and all. To utter exasperation of all her older relatives.

Anthony - no, keeping tabs on the salon is enough, thank you.

Dulcia - look, my girl deserves a Burn Book.

Ginny - not really. If she absolutely NEEDS something noted down, she tells Anthony. Exception being medical notes at the Escape but she delegates paperwork away any time she can. Also, I feel like her handwriting is borderline illegible to anyone but her and the three people she shares mental disturbances with (Maddy, Anthony, Harriet)

Maddy - she keeps tabs on the Apothecary and like Evie, writes down the shit she's synthetising. It's only correct to do.

Ivy - Yeah she gets a burn book too. She deserves it <3. It's in one notebook with scraps from fashion magasines and and some kaligrams. (Again, that's a form of self-censure. Can't read it, so it isn't there.)

I think I ran out of Isle kids, so AKs (all regarding a diary):

Audrey - canonically she does, I have nothing else to add.

Ben - he tries to, but he doesn't manage to write regularly, what with being a CHILD KING and all. It's healthy for him tho. Took the habit from his mother.

Chad - I refuse to believe this boy has a diary. He views it as "useless" and "too feminine".

Jane - yes, actual diary full of feelings. Starting each entry with "dear diary". She locks it religiously though, since her mother can and will read it if give an oppurtunity to.

Ally - yes and frankly it should be studied and/or published (with different names for the sake of privacy, but i'd pay a lot to read a diary of Ally Liddel of Wonderland)

Lonnie - ...no. she tried to, few times, but never quite managed more than few entries in a row. She doesn't particularly like sitting still, and fancies the thought of someone actually reading what she thinks about certain stuff even less.

Jordan - ...she uses her blogs and vlogs as a diary. The more private ones. Not her Drama Channel.

[abrakuxas]

More classic Teen Titans (part 2 of my personal redesign/alternate version of some DC guys)

Part 1

Lilith Clay Jupiter/Omen (15) - In this version of Lilith I'd like to make her the daughter of Mr. Jupiter, yes, but also of Apollo. As a demigod she is the new heir of the same precognitive powers of the Oracle of Delphos. This is somewhat inspired by her pre crisis origin as the daughter of the Sun Titan Thia, but adapted to Apollo. She's good friends with Donna and teached her everything about the more human girly things. Her boyfriend is...

Gnarrk, the Cave Boy (16) - The last survivor of his people, Gnarrk is an artist, a painter of cave walls and a very smart boy. He kept his people's culture of praising the sun god and when Kid Flash accidentally sent the Titans back in time, Gnarrk was convinced Lilith was the answer to his prayers. The Titans saved Gnarrk when he was about to be killed by a beast and noticing that not only was he alone but he should've been dead, they decide the best they can do is take him back to the future to guarantee his living wouldn't affect the past. Gnarrk and Lilith become fast friends as she teaches him about the modern world and he teaches her about a culture never documented. Lilith and him are the last speakers of his ancient language and that means everything to him.

Mal Duncan/Herald (15) - Mal is a musician, he learned to play at the church his family went and developed into jazz after that. In a moment of near death experience he ends up winning a game against the Angel of Death. He wakes up surprised at the house of young genius Karen Beecher, now carrying a magical horn, a gift of the Angel for his victory, an item capable not only of beautiful music but of affecting space, allowing him to change the location of things and people, teleporting them or switching their places. Karen and him quickly fall in love. He is a support to the Titans, helping them get to places and maneuver in the battlefield.

Karen Beecher/Bumblebee (16) - A young genius working at S.T.A.R. Labs, she is an assistant to the mysterious doctor Arthur Light and his studies on light. Karen learns of a secret project of his to an organization called the H.I.V.E and the development of secret battle suit that used her own ideas and designs which her mentor stole from her. Betrayed, she steals the suit and destroys her own notes, bringing what she learned to the Titans together with her boyfriend Mal. With the help and support of actual superheroes she finished the suit and became the Bumblebee.

Duela Dent/the Pierrot (14) - Duela was raised in an orphanage where the only thing she ever learned about herself is that her mother said she was the child of a Gotham criminal to whom the woman worked for. Duela ran from the orphanage into a life of crime, trying to get into the underworld of Gotham to learn about her parents. She learned her mother worked to Two-Face and took the name Dent, but she soon found her mother had worked with multiple different villains and lost any hope of finding out who her dad actually was. After fighting Robin a couple of times, she learned to let it go, as she was too old to be the child of any masked villain in Gotham. He helped her locate an older crime boss who could maybe be her father but at that point she noticed she didn't really care, and only ever wanted a family. Robin then took the girl to the Titans and they slowly became her friends and family.

[hanafubukki]

Tsum Silver is still sleeping even when Lilia's screaming so hard Kalim almost went deaf. Actually even the real/big/human Silver falls asleep too. It was a lol moment but I just realize... what if, what if both Silvers fall asleep because Lilia's screamo was their lullaby? Both Silver feels safe and protected knowing their papa is shouting his throat out and guarding their dreams 😭💕

Hello Miria 🌺🌷💚

I talked about this with a friend a couple days ago because it was something that stood out you know? But yes! This! I'm not sure if you have read the 4-koma for April, but in that manga chapter, Silver had to learn how to play multiple instruments with magic. Which he learned eventually, and the music he plays?

It went from a peaceful song to a metal like music and Silver basically states that it was something Lilia would play when he was young from a video game I believe.

Then you add on this event, where Lilia also did the same with his screamo and his guitar? Yeah, I can believe that was is exactly what it is 😂

It's a lullaby that Silver slept through even as a babe and maybe even put him to sleep as well and I wouldn't be surprised if Tsum Silver went through the same with papa Tsum Lilia. It's honestly so sweet. I want to kind of hear it 😂💕

Though it does bring to question to mind, tsum silver has been asleep so far and hasn't woken, and we know that tsum events somewhat foreshadows to the main story so... 👀👀

Needless to say, I am looking forward to what wakes him potentially, especially since we found him asleep with Malleus guarding him fiercely against anyone.

Foreshadowing foreshadowing 👀👀

(What if dragon mal is not fighting others out of anger? But is protecting silver because he fell asleep?? 👀👀 in the main story?)

There was also another moment I loved where it implies that Sebek is the resident alarm clock and can wake anyone with his voice...except Silver lololol

[the-unconquered-queen]

This line if you have multiple LIs is kind of hilarious. Yes, you can have your little harem. But no one fucks you like Mal Volari ☝🏼

[surfinminho]

Kinktober day 12- bladder control w/ chan

⤷ warnings: piss, gn!reader, sub!chan, dubcon(?)

⤷ word count:410

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You wanted to try something, was it filthy? Yes. Very much but you can't help but want to be indulge in it.

So when your boyfriend came home and sat down on the couch. You say perched in his lap with multiple water bottles on the ground.

"What are you doing with that much water" he chuckled, kissing your nose before leaning back to his orginal position.

Instead of answering him, you take a water bottle and open it. Tapping his lips to let him know to open up.

He drinks the first water bottle with no issue. Chugging it like he never had water before on his life.

You grab another one and do the same thing. Open it, tap his chin, then feed him the water.

After a couple more bottles of water, you start kissing him. Grabbing his pecs under his shirt. You try taking off his shirt but he stops you.

"Baby let me use the bathroom" he presses his hands into your chest trying to get you off of him.

"Later" you press your lips back onto his. Subtly grinding into his hard on

"Ah, baby let me go. I'll be quick" he tries again to lift you off. Quickly figuring that it's no use.

"If you have to go, go right here. If not, suck it up." You unzipped his pants, pulling it low just enough to see the bulge attempting to burst through the underwear.

"Baby please"

"You can overpower me, you want this don't you? You like the fight hm?" You creep your hand under his shirt once more, pinching and twisting his nipples.

"N-no! I need to go" he whines shutting his eyes tightly.

You spit in your palm, wrapping your hand around his cock. Moving it up and down slowly, paying more attention to his tip than his shaft.

"I told you go right here or don't go at all." You tried to make your voice stern. Though you are laughing on the inside. Excited for the latter moments.

"S-shit slow down, i-"

"Come on baby cum for me." You squeezd your palm around his tip, leaning in to kiss him again.

He mumbles against your lips, something illegible so you move away.

"I-I don't know if I'm gonna cum or-" you release your hand, seeing streams of piss leave the slit. Soon after streaks of cum following.

"You're such a dirty boy. Couldn't hold it in?"

[kxosrexgns]

Jahid al jazirat aldaayiein . . . the infamous son of Jafaar

one of the first pieces of clothing Jay asked Evie to make him was an auradon high sorta letterman jacket with his tourney number and big letters on the back saying “of the isle”, showing that though he doesn’t like how things were on the Isle, he is still proud of how he got where he is/enduring it and getting past it.

has a severe problem with kleptomania. will steal stuff and won’t realize until he’s a ways away from wherever he stole.

only other VK ( besides Alina, yes i made an OC cause who's gonna stop me ) who can sneak up on Mal without her knowing/realizing he’s there.

part genie and doesn’t discover it until after meeting Aziz, Aladdin’s youngest son, and being told more about Agrabah and other stuff.

telekinesis, pyrokinesis, and snake shifting, to be exact. maybe teleportation i dunno

he plays the drums. he found out about them through someone on the tourney team and has been in love since then. he uses them as a way to release stress.

he’s low-key dyslexic or smthn. i could see carlos helping him a lot back on the Isle and just getting more help in auradon.

but, he’s also hella smart. like he’s very emotionally perceptive, despite growing up with a piece of shit and neglectful father. and he retains verbal quantitative information wayyy better than visual quantitative information

Jafar has tried to arrange marriages for Jay with those on the Isle who might be able to have wealth in Auradon, but it never worked out.

He's tried multiple times to pair Jay off with Mal.

pranks galore don’t get me started!

holds a grudge and is BIG abt getting his get backs man

he’s very persuasive, manipulation and reading people for the win, which is mistaken for flirting a lot. it is only sometimes true.

gets into fights for fun

is way more loyal than he’d ever admit. like. he’ll say he’s ruthless and does whatever it takes to get what he wants, but he’ll be the first to beat up someone who hurt his friends.

eventually gets a few tattoos to match with the core 4 & some for himself

is a member of a club/gc with other AKs ( and future VKs that come over ) that centers abt teaching the kids their heritage in/from agrabah

scarily good memory

everyone thinks cause he’s a flirt that his charm works on everyone but the core 4 are so tired of this agenda like bro-

carlos and mal especially. this two are so tired of his shenanigans and are very verbal abt it.

evie loves a good joke and likes to play along but carlos has definitely whacked jay with newspaper or smthn at least twice now T-T

able to lie to anyone but the core four

iago is loyal to him, and raised him more than his father

To Be Continued . . . if i decide to add more