#Mayhaps I will share them at a later time

[mekesari]

I don’t think I’ve shared how much I like Eree

[garciaasfluffypen]

only have eyes for them

pairing: jemily x reader, but its only established jemily in this oneshot word count: 2.4k warnings: HI I FINALLY HAD INSPO FOR THE BEGINNING OF THE SERIES!! am i writing it out of order? mayhaps. do i care? absolutely not. anyway, reader is a bit aloof but they find it endearing, hotch is being a dad (as always) and emily is cheeky

the hum of the lights above jj filled her senses as the words of the most recent case blurred together on the page. running a hand through her hair, she shifted in the armchair she had perched herself on next to her wife’s chair at the round table. the two of them had been looking over the profile for about an hour now, waiting for hotch to say the official invitation from the maryland pd had come through before calling in the team. she, emily and penelope had offered to stay and get a head start on the profile, but jj now found herself wishing she had gotten more than just a bag of cheetos from the vending machine an hour prior to get her through the briefing. penelope had already holed herself up in her office to start a geoprofile, leaving jj and emily to go over the file instead of going out to dinner like they had originally planned. jj looked up from the case file she and emily were reading over, the darkness of the bau causing her eyes to go a little blurry from straining so much. the end of jj’s pen left her mouth as she tilted her head, brows furrowed in confusion as she looked to her wife. something was on her mind. 

“em??”

emily cleared her throat. “so do you… you remember how we talked about finding someone together to ask out, yeah?” ” 

“… yes?” jj wasn’t entirely sure what emily was getting at. “how is that…?” 

“y/n is single.” 

oh. that’s what emily was getting at. 

jj closed the file in her hands, setting it down on the table as she looked over to the brunette. her elbows moved to rest on her knees, realizing that they clearly were having two different trains of thought at the moment. not that it was a bad thing, per se. emily wasn’t wrong at all- she also thought y/n was one of the hottest people she had ever met. what jj couldn’t figure out was how emily’s mind had gone to them instead of staying focused on the case. she’d have to talk to her about it tonight. 

“okay, you’ve intrigued me. explain.” 

“i think.. i think i’d like to ask them out.” emily looked at jj nervously. “you can veto it but-“ 

“no no,” jj sat up straighter. “go on.” 

“i just feel like they’d be a good fit for us.” emily adjusted in her chair. “they get along with both of us, they’re queer, and as a bonus they’ve been flirting back with us.”

“with you, my love. they’re flirting with you.” jj chuckled. “i haven’t tried flirting with them since we technically don’t know how they feel about polyamory.” 

it was a new part of their lives even they were still exploring, if jj were being honest. hooking up with women at the gay bar was fun to an extent, but there was something missing. something more both women hadn’t fully talked about. when tara told them about the prospect of polyamory, both women's interest had peaked, leading them to stay up much later than they intended on a saturday night to read up on it. it had only been a few months of this new part of their relationship, and it seemed to be making it a lot easier for both emily and jj to sit down and talk about their boundaries and feelings than it had been in a long time. jj felt like she could bring problems to emily, and emily was able to get better at expressing her emotions and talking about them. it hadn’t been a long time doing the whole polyamory thing, but it did put them on the same page about one thing. they wanted to share the same partner. 

emily still had hints of jealousy and commitment issues that she was working through, and jj simply didn’t feel right not letting emily in on her dates and nights with the other women. it had been customary for emily and jj to do everything together, and this wasn’t about to be any different. 

“we’re technically their superiors. they’re only a supervisory agent.” 

the brunette shrugged. “so we have hotch request for them to get a raise and a title change.”

“have you been thinking about this the whole time instead of reading the case file?” jj raised an inquisitive eyebrow. 

“...i plead the fifth.” 

“em-uh-lee”, jj enunciated the syllables of her name. “we’re supposed to be working.” 

“to be fair, it's eight pm and i usually turn off work emily at seven thirty.” emily raised a manicured eyebrow at jj. “besides, what’s the point of window shopping if we’re not going to be on the same page?” 

“okay but you were the one who suggested we get started on the profile before the rest of the team came.” 

“you offered to stay.” 

“yeah, you got me there.” jj gave emily a soft smile. “so, enlighten me. how do we go about this?” 

“start flirting with them.” 

“i don’t follow.” 

“let’s see how they react to both of us flirting with them. and we go from there.” 

jj simply nodded, trying to figure out how she would make this work. there were only so many times she got to be alone with you… she had to find more opportunities. 

“i’ll ask hotch to pair me with them for this case.” jj looked to emily. “switch up the partnerships, i’m sure alvez won’t mind being paired up with someone else, maybe with you?.” 

“you sure?” the blonde nodded. “alright, i’ll do it. don’t go too crazy, though.” 

“that’s your job.” jj joked, smirking. “i’ll go check on pen, let me know when hotch is ready.” 

“you know it.” 

meanwhile, you were halfway home when you got the call to turn around and come back. after stopping for some chinese, you made your way back to quantico to meet up with the rest of the team. you hoped that the offering of crab rangoons you got satisfied not only your hunger, but the subtle disappointment that you know everyone would be showing due to being called in an hour after leaving. making your way straight to the round table room, you shot luke a smile as he grabbed his tablet from where he left it charging on his desk an hour prior. stifling a yawn, you placed your peace offering on the table before settling into a seat next to jj, your head falling onto her shoulder as you felt your eyes flutter shut. 

“hey sunshine,” jj’s voice roused you from your half slumber. “you okay?” 

“mmm… sleepy.” 

“did you eat before coming back?” 

“i had chinese.” you hummed. “bought rangoons for everyone.” 

“do you want me to go get you a redbull?” 

you started to nod, then froze as jj started to rise. “no, stay. you’re a good pillow.” 

jj shot a quick text to emily to grab you a redbull from the vending machine before coming over to the round table room, doing her best to keep you awake. she knew you only got chinese when you planned on going straight to bed after eating dinner, which made sense since the case you all had just finished had taken a toll on everyone. the team all looked worse for wear as they filed in, some chuckling at the sight of you half asleep on jj’s shoulder as she talked to you in an effort to keep you awake. as long as you could make it to the jet, you’d be fine. the breifing was short, since the maryland pd requested the bau to come as soon as possible, which was how you found yourself once again curled up into jj’s side in the back of a fbi sanctioned van, wrapped around her arm. 

thankfully, emily and tara were the other two in the vehicle with you, since everyone else was able to pile into the other car without a problem. it was a blessing and a curse, seeing as tara had been the one to originate the polyamory conversation. however, she had no clue it was you that the older women had their eyes on. emily caught her glancing at you curled up with jj a handful of times during the ride, but shot her a look when she was about to say something. once at the jet, jj’s hand stroked your hair a few times to rouse you from your half-assed slumber to get you out of the car. in your sleepiness, you clutched to jj’s arm, not wanting to let her go. jj shot a smile to emily, knowing their plan was working. 

“come on, babe, let’s get you into the jet.” 

she shook her head quickly and climbed up the stairs after you two, putting her and jj’s go bags with everyone else's. she found you and jj at the four seater in the middle of the jet, wrapped around jj’s arm in the smallest ball possible with the blanket jj usually used draped over you. jj sat on her phone next to you, smirking up at emily as she sat across from them next to luke. 

emily had to hold back a chuckle as she looked across the table to you two again, a smile forming as you curled up closer to jj in your sleep. you had always been a cuddler, but had never had the chance to just let go and relax in front of the team like this so nobody ever knew. nobody except for emily and jj, that is. you had fallen asleep on their couch quite a few times now, especially since their house was closer to quantico than your apartment was. they had always offered you their guest room whenever you came over, knowing that you disliked having to drive the extra thirty minutes back to your apartment when their house was only fifteen minutes away from the bau building. most of the time you would decline, however, more often than not you found yourself wanting to go over more and more. 

it was a sign, you thought, to look into apartments closer to quantico.

you were roused from your sleep once again as the jet landed in maryland, but this time you felt a bit more refreshed than you did back at quantico. you stayed by jj the whole time, knowing that she had your back when it came to making sure you would get to the cars without loosing your head. you were always in a bit of a daze when you woke up, needing about ten or so minutes before you could actually get out of bed. you trusted jj to be able to guide you to the car while you woke up, considering that her hand never left yours the entire time it took you to get into the backseat. it was nice, feeling cared for. but at the same time, you didn’t know how to handle it at all. 

the night faded into day as you all worked hard as you could to put the pieces together on the unsub, unintentionally staying as close to jj and emily as you could muster. there was something pulling you towards them this trip, but you couldn’t figure out what. hotch made sure you had everything you needed to work properly, including a space to decompress for when it got too much. there was only so much hustle and bustle you could endure before needing to go find somewhere quiet to sit- was it a downfall? possibly. but hotch always made sure you had that space you could go when you needed it, which was appreciated. even if you couldn’t find the words for it. 

emily and jj had started fighting for your accommodations too. mainly when hotch was out and not available to talk to the local officers in your place. a majority of the time they took advantage of your meekness and unwillingness to stand up for yourself, but emily and jj had started putting a stop to that. they would make sure that nobody would treat you like shit and if they did, they ended up with both of them in their face while you hid in a corner. you didn’t know how to thank them at all, it was something you were still getting used to. but it was nice, and it made you feel loved. 

you hadn’t felt loved in a long time. 

the rest of the case went by smoothly and you had the guy apprehended by lunchtime on tuesday. which meant you could be back in dc by four and home by eight. it was perfect. you found yourself back with jj in the car, the two of you chatting away while you swiped at the colorful candies on your phone screen in an effort to get farther than her in the game. emily watched you two fondly from the rearview mirror, sharing a knowing look with jj. you were receptive to jj flirting with you. even if you thought it was just her being nice for now, you were accepting it and they could start moving forward with their plan.

back at quantico, the team had split up to their receptive spots to do paperwork, leaving emily and jj to sit in the round table room. you had gone to sit at your desk, but both women knew you would end up with them within the hour. jj had excused herself to go to the bathroom, leaving just emily to stare at you out the window of the room, smiling fondly once again as you bit anxiously at the top of your pen. hotch caught this out of the corner of his eye and made his way over to the round table room. emily, in her daze,  barely registered hotch coming up behind her until he cleared his throat.

“fuck-!” emily placed a hand over her heart. “oh, sorry sir.”

“y/n’s pretty attached to jj right now.” 

emily nodded. “they are.” 

“be careful with them.” emily’s head whipped around to look at hotch. “they went through some rough stuff, and it isn’t my place to explain anything to you guys but…”

“no no, i get it. you care for them deeply.” 

“and i can see you guys do too.” hotch gave emily a rare smile. “i don’t know what’s going on, and don’t need to know unless it turns into something more. but tread lightly.” 

“is there anything you can tell us? just out of curiosity.” 

“i know they care for you two, quite a bit. you guys are probably some of the only people that fight for them to get proper accommodations. they’re not used to handling the feelings that come with it but they appreciate it. a lot.” 

with that, hotch walked back into the bullpen, leaving emily alone with her thoughts.

taglist: @jayden-prentiss @idkwhatever580 @multifandomlesbianic

[youremyheaven]

Outcaste Nakshatras: The Outsiders (part 3)

Here's part 1 and part 2

The more I study Mleccha nakshatra natives and the art they make, the more I understand how deeply lonely it is to have a Mleccha nak (Bharani, Ashlesha, Vishaka, Shravana) and I really feel for them. To live your whole life feeling misunderstood and othered is so difficult.

The movie Edward Scissorhands is a really good example of the "outcast" trope. The titular character is played by Johnny Depp who has Ashlesha Rising and his love interest is played by Winona Ryder who has Mercury (amatyakaraka) & Venus (atmakaraka) in Vishaka

I find Outcaste nak pairing very interesting because obviously you only feel like you belong/truly feel accepted in the presence of another Outcast.

Sidharth Malhotra, Vishaka Moon is married to Kiara Advani, who has Mercury & Venus (atmakaraka) in Ashlesha (if you have 2 or more planets in the same nak that energy is very concentrated even if its not your big 3)

they're both known for being pretty low-key people which is unusual in Bollywood lmao

Sid is an "outsider" which is what we call non-nepo actors in India. imagine the extent of nepotism in cinema in India that its the exception to be an "outsider"lmao. anyway Sid is pretty reserved and introverted and is known for not fitting in with the Bollywood crowd. Kiara is also kinda like that I guess but idk too much about her personality. They both seem happy together tho

Kareena Kapoor, Shravana Moon is married to Saif Ali Khan, Ashlesha Sun & Shravana Moon

Kareena's parents are famous actors who are separated (her dad was misogynistic and abusive and didn't want women to act) and even tho she's a nepo baby she didn't grow up with the same privileges as others in her famous family. Her elder sister had to drop out of school to support the family by acting as they were raised by a single mom and had fallen on bad times. You can see how the "outcast" themes were present in Kareena's life even though she's a very privileged nepo baby

Saif is also a nepo baby (welcome to bollywood lol) but he married a much older actress when he was 21 and had two kids. they later got divorced and Saif received a ton of bad press for alleged adultery, not getting custody or visitation rights of the kids, not paying child support (the amount was absurdly high tbh) etc he didn't fit in with the other actors of his generation. The media & public went crazy when news of Saif & Kareena getting married came out bc Saif is a divorcee with 2 kids (this stuff is still taboo in India unfortunately) and Kareena is one of the most successful stars of her generation. But they've been married for 10+ yrs and have 2 kids and are as happy as ever.

Even Kareena's longterm ex-boyfriend, Shahid Kapoor was a Mleccha caste nak guy (he has Vishaka Moon)

Expanding on the outcast tropes, Shahid's parents separated when he was young and he saw little of his biological father. He had to work very hard for very long to break into the industry and even now, he's not really given his due as an actor.

Alia Bhatt, Shravana Rising is married to Ranbir Kapoor, Shravana Moon

their marriage seems hella toxic to me ngl BUT they've both had similar childhoods.

Alia & Ranbir are both nepo babies (welcome to bollywood), Alia is like a tier 3 nepo (her father is a notoriously controversial filmmaker) whilst Ranbir is like a tier 1 nepo (he is a 4th generation actor from the biggest film family in India) however both their parents had unhappy marriages, and both of them had abusive fathers. trauma bonding, mayhaps? they're both also extremely close to their mothers as well (Moon dominant people often tend to be)

Its another example of Outcaste naks bonding over their shared experiences/feelings of being the outcast.

all members of Blackpink have an Outcaste nakshatra in their chart that is prominent in some way.

Jisoo- Shravana Moon, Venus in Vishaka (darakaraka), Ketu in Bharani

Rose- Venus conjunct Jupiter (debilitated) in Shravana

Jennie- Vishaka Moon, Mars in Shravana

Lisa- Jupiter in Shravana (debilitated), Swati Moon (Swati is a Shudra nak, which is the lowest caste so the themes are similar to that of outcaste naks)

This is interesting to me because BP is the biggest girl group of all time yet they are also probably disproportionately hated for things they cant even control. they were mismanaged by a shitty ass company with very few comebacks and barely got to display their true calibre as artists and their media interactions, promos, other activities etc were severely controlled and restricted. all of this is to say that despite being the most successful group their actual experiences are far from sunshine and roses. they were treated like outcasts by their company and the industry and fans. they trained for 4-6 years, enduring a brutal and toxic system, worked very hard with what they were given, with 0 creative liberty to come this far im glad theyre pursuing solo careers now and hope to see them thrive<333

the movie Lost in Translation is a good example of two outcasts/lonely people who find comfort in each other

Bill Murray is Shravana Moon and Scarlett Johansson is Vishaka Moon

Sridevi, Ashlesha Sun & Rising and Boney Kapoor, Vishaka Sun & Mercury

So they had a really fcked up marriage that I won't get into but they were both people who felt like outcasts in their lives. Sridevi grew up with a stepfather and was pushed into acting by her mother when she was 3-4 years old (she's like an Indian Judy Garland tbh) who deprived her of formal education and a normal life so that she'd be the family cash cow. Being South Indian, she also found it hard to fit in among Bollywood folks as she initially spoke neither Hindi nor English. Boney's the ugly duckling of his family and his younger brother is one of the most famous/iconic actors ever, he had to become a movie producer since his brothers became actors and his father (who was a movie producer) thought it would be better if he stayed behind the scenes. themes of exclusion and outcast-ness crop up in their lives and in the lives of all the people I mention here.

Lady Bird is a good example of a movie about a female teenage outcast. The titular character is played by Saoirse Ronan, who has Bharani Moon

Recently I came across the content creator, Alana Lintao who often makes shorts about social behaviour. This one in particular stood out to me because its literally about one person being excluded by a group of friends or being treated like "the other".

Alana plays the excluded friend in this short as well. She has Bharani Sun, Swati Moon and Mercury in Revati amatyakaraka (Swati & Revati are both Shudra naks)

Outcaste naks are vilified and crucified for mistakes others get away with.

Janet Jackson, Vishaka Rising & Ketu

Janet's career took a hit and her life took a tumultuous turn after the Superbowl incident. She did not deserve all the vitriol she received then especially considering how so many others get away with wayyy worse

Jennie, Vishaka Moon gets hated on for absolutely nothing

Lana Del Rey, Ashlesha Moon, Vishaka Rising (&stellium)

Lana does say dumb things from time to time but she gets soooo much unnecessary hate

I have noticed how Outcaste nakshatras often tend to have really difficult childhood experiences

Jeanette McCurdy- Ardra sun, Bharani Moon & Pushya Rising

Jeanette opens up about her abusive mother and terrible childhood in her memoir. I mention her other placements as well because I've noticed that both Ardra & Pushya natives also experience abuse in their early lives

Britney Spears, Shravana Moon

she has endured so much abuse from so many people including her family. i wish her peace.

Wheein, Vishaka Moon grew up with a single mother and later after she made her debut her estranged father tried to borrow money from people under her name?? there was a minor scandal about it many years ago. She also grew up quite lower middle class if not poor.

David Bowie, Shravana Rising

Bowie once said, "“It wasn’t a particularly happy childhood, my parents were cold emotionally. There weren’t many hugs. I always craved affection because of that.”

Cole & Dylan Sprouse, Ashlesha Sun

Speaking on the Call Her Daddy podcast, he explained that their mother's issues with mental health and addiction contributed to her being "financially the most irresponsible woman ever." He said that when their dad was given forced custody when the boys were 10, their mom had already spent everything they'd earned from their early acting jobs. Though their dad wanted them to be "normal kids," he ultimately decided that the boys' acting careers were a financial necessity.

Ariel Winter, Shravana Sun

Ariel Winter has spoken out about how acting wasn't her choice, but it was her mother's. Ariel shared that her mother, Crystal Workman, had dreams of being an actor herself. Ariel said that with Crystal as her stage mom, she dealt with a lot of abuse and exploitation.

Once Ariel's acting career began, she said her mom put her on a strict diet and neglected her education. Her mother also had her dress in outfits that sexualized her. Ariel claimed her mom put her in “the smallest miniskirts, sailor suits, low-cut things, the shortest dresses you’ve ever seen. People thought I was 24 when I was 12. If there was going to be a nude scene when I was that age, my mother would have a thousand percent said yes.”

Now Bollywood is an industry run by film dynasties, its very rare for someone from the outside to break in and make it big. Being an "Outsider" is very difficult, people bully you, try to sabotage your career, try to isolate you etc etc, needless to say its not for the faint of heart. So lets take a look at some of the most successful "Outsiders" in Bollywood who made it big without any family in the business

ofc we have to start with the most successful outsider of all time, Shahrukh Khan, Shravana Moon

he truly came from nothing (father died when he was a teenager, mother died before he made his debut, has a sister with special needs who he has taken care of his entire life) and became the biggest star in the world.

Akshay Kumar, Vishaka Moon, he was a martial artist, chef, waiter and worked numerous odd jobs before he started modelling in his late 20s and later started acting and today he has a net worth of $340 million

Anushka Sharma, Bharani Sun

her life is truly a case of being lucky af, she was a model and by the age of 19-20 she was cast in a film opposite Shahrukh Khan aka the biggest actor in the country produced by YRF, one of the biggest film production companies in India. its truly a fairy tale because neither can Anushka act nor is she gifted in any other way (bad dancer, heck she was even an awful model) but she's incredibly successful in every way and is now married to the (former) Captain of the Indian cricket team

Deepika Padukone, Shravana Rising

she is from a privileged background (her dad's a renowned badminton player) but she worked very very hard to get where she is today and has had more career longevity than just about any other actress.

Bipasha Basu & John Abraham, Bharani Moon

they were both a hot couple who were really popular in the 2000s

there are many other successful Outsiders but they don't have outcaste naks lol, these are the only ones i can think of rn :/

i hope this post was informative<33

[silicon-puppy-pudding]

Creative Help? Mayhaps??DpXDC

So once upon a time I was a little shit that wanted to be cool and I made a "guardian of the woods" type species I called the Custos. They're like big wolf-deer things with masks. Ever since I would occasionally doodle different Custos for my friends and for characters I like.

So, of course, with my current obsession, I had to make one for Danny and Jason cuz I'm mentally ill ❤👻💚.

The thing is I don't know how to design their masks. The masks aren't super symbolic but do represent some character. Like a more uptight, smart, and "intelligent" Custos might have a more symmetrical, and/or angular pattern, while a lazy, more layed back and sleepy Custos would have less harsh details and not so complex patterns. The masks are ment to be a thing one makes for themselves once they are "of age" and are added to and altered through their lives.

I was hoping, since this weird little(?) fandom is so creative and willing to share with ideas, that maybe one (or some👀) of yall could help??

If yall want more info on Custos I can make another post about them but maybe later (it's like 2 in the morning here)

[koolades-world]

this piece is established relationship! with the nature of it anyways it probably would have been if i wanted it to or not lol. here's the post the idea came from and thank you to a wonderful mutual of mine for the inspo :)

Sharing is Caring

"Satan? You in here?" You pushed open the doors to the library in search of the knowledgeable demon. It was almost totally silent, minus the sound of a gentle, crackling fire.

"Yes. I'm by the fireplace." Satan's voiced echoed through the large room. You shut the door behind you and made your way over to where you'd heard him. "Hello, Mc. How was RAD today?" You quickly made yourself comfortable next to him. You threw your bag down onto the table in front of you and stretched out your limbs. He was reading, as usual.

"Tiring. But not too bad. Baking club was fun. Barbatos taught us how to make a bread that has candy hearts in it. We'll bake it tomorrow. He told us to think of a certain someone while making it for the most desirable outcome taste wise. Guess who I thought of?" You playfully elbowed Satan.

"Was it Cerberus?" He knew how much you cared for that dog, but you also knew he must've been messing with you.

"Noooo. Guess again, silly billy." You loved his tongue-in-cheek antics. Most weren't granted the chance to see that side of him, which was something you were eternally grateful for. He was much more than just the Avatar of Wrath, and it was a real shame others didn't take the time to learn the rest of him.

"Solomon, mayhaps?" You could see the hints of a smile begin to light up his face. You began to laugh as he tried harder to conceal his growing emotion.

"No! I'll give you a hint. He's blond, very helpful, and a genius." You poked his cheeks. He finally put the book down and allowed the joy to overtake his still features.

"So it's Luke then." He himself was beginning to chuckle.

"Wrong again. It's you! You're not very good at guessing games." You swatted at his arms as he put them around you to pull you into his side.

"Thank you, Mc. That's very thoughtful of you." He pressed a kiss on top of your head and into your hair.

"It's going to be delicious, I just know it. Even if the bread is awful, you'll still taste the heart and soul I put into it." You hugged him back, and savored the moment.

"You're so sweet. I'll make sure to enjoy it, just for you." The both of you eventually went back to being productive after you'd exchanged more sweet talk. You had homework to get done and he had a book to finish.

While digging through your bag for your supplies, you inevitably pulled out your pencil case. It contained what was arguably one of the most important tools for completing homework. You tried to fish out your favorite pen and instead found some sort of hard candy you'd been given by a professor earlier that day. You'd personally confirmed it was safe for human consumption, and decided to save it for while you were doing work later. Since it was Satan, despite the fact that he was enthralled in his book, he noticed almost immediately that you'd put something in your mouth. Maybe it was the scent, or the sudden movement, but you caught his attention.

"What's that?" He peeked over the top of his book, intrigued.

"A cinnamon hard candy. It's probably the most normal candy I've had in a long time. Got it for answering a question correctly in Devildom History." You gently blew on Satan's face so he could really smell the cinnamon.

"Where's mine?" He asked. You couldn't tell if he was being sincere or not, but at that point it was too late to give it to him since it was already in your mouth.

"Didn't you have Devildom History today too? You should've gotten your own, babe." You stuck your tongue out at him with the candy right in the center. He lightheartedly rolled his eyes back at you. You thought that was the end of that conversation as he turned his attention back to the book. Little did you know, he was in the middle of devising a plan to 'borrow' the candy from you.

He started by speaking up whenever he could when you were doing your homework. Whenever he saw you hesitate on something, he’d reassure you or help guide you to the correct answer. From there, he would also start to read romantic quotes from what he happened to be reading. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary for him. On the contrary, it would be more odd if he didn't.

"I need a break." You put the book you were holding back onto the table. To mentally relax, you decided to scroll on Devilgram. As you did though, Satan vied for you attention more than usual. Rather than directly asking or whining, he was subtle in his pleading. It didn't take you long to cave.

"You're planning something, aren't you?" You knew him well.

"Is it a crime for a demon to want attention from his amazing, gorgeous partner?" He tried to dodge the question, but unfortunately for him, you saw right him.

"I expect this kind of behavior from Mammon." Satan went silent, but met your gaze. "Do you want a kiss?" You could see the way his features lit up. You planted kisses all over his face, and he returned the favor. When your little exchange was over, you realized something was missing.

Looking over at Satan told the whole story. With a misevious grin, you saw him roll around the same candy while focusing on readiing again. "Satan. Is that my candy?" You knew the answer to that question.

"I have no clue what you're talking about." You could hear the laughter in his voice.

"You win this time. You earned that. Just you wait thought. I'll get you back." You hugged him and began your own scheming. You'd get him in some fun way later that evening. But for now, you planned to just enjoy snuggling with him. He might be a little shit sometimes, but he was your little shit.

[crushedsweets]

Can you draw or talk more about Toby and Eyeless Jack or even the X-Virus?

YESSSS i can. heres a lil doodle to get me started.

OKKKK the little concept in my head has slender's MAIN GOAL being to prevent any paranormal/supernatural stuff coming out to the general public. hence his proxies being made to get rid of tapes, evidence, and kill if Necessary. sometimes slender makes paranormal/supernatural ppl help out his human proxies "as payment for refuge" in his forest. SO that sorta explains how toby and jack know each other and why jack helps at all. he can't rlly go out to the public so he's stuck with these assholes. it's not really supposed to be a 'mansion' trope, moreso random cabins and shelters littered about the forest, but it could work in the mansion au too

Imma ramble abt toby n jacks friendship (in my head) under the cut + a random x virus doodle

as for toby and jack specifically. toby is impulsive, aggressive, can't feel pain, and doesn't know what's good for him, so he's forced to get help from jack a good bit. for a long while there was hella tension between them since, again, jack isn't helping these guys out of the goodness of his heart. he's helping them bc the forest their boss resides in is the only place he's relatively safe. jack has a weird mix of a inferiority and superiority complex, since he envies toby's humanity but also feels like he's 'better' due to toby's own . . violent habits. toby thinks jack is pretty cool from the get-go ('wooow ur grey..') but he gets pissed off with jack's questions and demands of 'DONT RIP UR FUCKING STITCHES' and 'u have a concussion don't fucking scroll on your phone for 5 hours a day'.

toby has no idea if these demands come from actual concern or annoyance, and frankly, neither does jack. regardless, toby's with jack a decent bit. partially since jack makes a lot of people really uncomfortable so it's easy to go hang out with jack when he doesnt wanna deal with anyone else but still wants company. eventually theyre capable of some decent banter and conversations. theyre both mamas boys so thats a very weird touchy topic that they kinda dance around but both feel very deeply and know the other relates. THEY MISS THEIR MOMS SO BADLY.. :( mayhaps one year toby helps drop off flowers to jack's moms house for mothers day. jacks way too ashamed to even get within a 10 mile radius of his mom. that's kinda the moment things really shift between them and they actually become friends.

toby also asks abt university. lyra was at community college until she passed, and toby never considered college as an option, so he gets curious on what he missed out on. he also likes to share stuff abt lyra and their old shenanigans. tim and brian have used his childhood against him multiple times before, and it's not like he's gonna trust ben or jeff with that information. jacks sort of like a void he could talk into. jack feels uneasy talking about his life before the sacrifice, since he misses it so unbelievably bad, but toby accidentally got him to talk about it while treating a burn before.

ok and to top this fucking essay off heres xvirus. i had no idea he existed until this year and someone sent me an ask about his updated design, so he's some scribbles for him :9 his concepts super cool tho so maybe ill get more into him later on

[mint-8]

Yandere Fisherman x GN! Reader

Content/Trigger warning: Mentions of sexual themes.

- Yandere Fisherman who lives in a coastal town, enjoying life leisurely and hunting for different fish so they can sell it at the market. They are considered the chill, cool uncle of the village and are well-liked by all the townsfolk, plus they work part time as the designated tour guide for the town visitors that may wish to enjoy the sun, the beach and some good sea food.

- Yandere Fisherman who first met you when you visited their hometown. Perhaps you are here as an order from your doctor to breathe some fresh air and relax? Or mayhaps you are here to study the vast aquatic life on the town's ocean? Doesn't really matter why you are here. The important part is that you are here, and Yandere Fisherman can't deny that you sure are quite the looker for someone they've just met. Sure, they have had some adventures here and there with locals and tourists, but they never felt such a thrive to keep them by their side. Forever.

- Yandere Fisherman who approached you as they would always do whenever a new face is around town. A nice introduction, some flirting here and there, and an offer to show you around the plaza. Won't you accompany them to get some ice cream? There's this one place with killer shrimps if you want to try it out! Oh, don't worry! Their treat! Please, they insist ;)

- Yandere Fisherman who will invite you to go fishing with them. Whether it's in their boat or in the main bridge far away from the popular coastal area, they'll make sure to teach you anything and everything there is about it! You don't even have to fish if you aren't into it! Simply being by their aside and having a nice conversation is good enough!

- Yandere Fisherman who will keep things chill and easygoing. They won't force you into anything. Yet. They don't wish to scare you off! You are their adorable little angel, but... if you wish to escalate... well, they will try not to be rough, but no promises ♡

"Tired, darling?"

"...How come you have so much stamina?"

"Heh, I guess working out in the sun will do that to you. But sweetheart, you barely lasted 1 hour, next time I won't be as easily satisfied ;) ♡"

- Yandere Fisherman who dreams of domesticity with you. The idea of having a baby in your hip while preparing dinner... oh, dear! It makes them feel butterflies! And... other stuff ♡ They would love to keep you as their stay at home spouse. With you keeping the shared home warm and clean, while they go outside and get the bacon!

- Yandere Fisherman who will make sure to get rid of all and any other competition for your heart. It's as simple as getting some poisonous fish and later dumping their bodies in the ocean! Accidents happen all the time, no need to worry!

- Yandere Fisherman who will make sure to put a ringer on your finger and plan for a few little blessings in the near future! It's scary, they know. That's why they will by your side through it all! They have your back! Won't you have theirs?

[velvette-creations]

In a vision or in none

House of the Dragon: Helaena + fem!reader (platonic) 

Rating: Teen 

WC: 1.5 k 

Prompt: Art Therapy for @sweetspicybingo (Hurt/Comfort Bingo Collection)

Warnings: Mentions of the death, angst, hurt/comfort

Summary: You seek to assist your queen when she becomes burdened with her visions

The chalk leaves a powdery residue on Helaena’s fingertips as she silently moves through her chambers, caught in an invisible dance. Jaehaera sits beside you on the floor, both of you watching in awe as the queen brings the images only she can see in her mind to life. The wolf-headed figure, a source of unexplained fear, sends a chill down your spine. Helaena reaches for a piece of yellow-hued chalk and begins to sketch the shape of a dragon’s egg on the wall, a testament to her unique ability. One that many seem to ignore entirely.

“An egg!” Jaehaera squeaks, pointing at the image before giggling.

“Very good, princess,” you smile, smoothing a hand down her silvery hair. Today, she wears it braided neatly down her back, no longer wearing the style she oft shared with her twin, Jaehaerys. She was always such a shy young girl, seemingly trapped in her own mind, much like her mother. It breaks your heart to watch how they’ve adjusted to Jaehaerys’s death, but the ghost of the boy still looms in the castle—a tragedy to take one so young. You go to bed many nights with guilt gnawing in your stomach for trading the night shift with another maid, perhaps if you had been there…though there is no use pondering such thoughts. What’s done is done.

She trades the yellow chalk for a green one, creating a second egg, then makes a third of reddish hue before creating flames to surround them. The chalk falls from her hand, clattering to the floor as she steps away from the wall before slowly rocking back and forth on her feet.

“Ziry kivio dārilaros issa, se zȳhon suvio perzō vāedar issa. (He is the prince that was promised, and his is the song of ice and fire),” she murmurs, her voice dropping an octave, speaking as if caught in a trance. The words roll off her tongue expertly, and you realize this is the first time you’ve heard her speak in the ancient Valyrian tongue.

She steps back over to the wall and creates the form of a naked woman being consumed by flames. Your eyes widen, and you glance down at Jaehaera, whose attention is now occupied by a wooden toy. You did not wish to interrupt the queen, so you swallow down your inquiry. You can ask at a later time. Septa Alyane comes to collect the small girl for her lessons.

“Mama, Mama!” Jaehaera smiles, scurrying over to hug her mother’s legs before being taken away.

Helaena reaches her hand down, letting it rest gently on her daughter’s head before the small girl peels away from her. Helaena hums as she places the chalk down, walking over to the basin to clean her hands before dropping to her knees in front of the tiny wooden cages that house her crickets.

“Your Grace, may I ask what you said earlier?” you ask softly as you watch the insect crawl onto her finger.

“I do not always know what they mean. I only heard it in my head and felt compelled to utter them out loud,” she answers softly, her eyes flickering up to meet your gaze before quickly adverting them.

“Oh, I see,” you reply, looking down at the needlepoint in your hands.

“I wish I knew how to explain them better,” she admits.

“It seems a heavy burden to be cursed with a sight you cannot understand,” you say sympathetically.

“I suppose we all have our burdens.”

“There was a dreamer in your familiar line….Daenys, I believe. She is the one who saved the Targaryens from the Doom. Mayhaps your father’s books might hold some answers for you,” you suggest.

“Aegon had them removed.”

“Which means they must be somewhere. They did not just disappear,” you smile.

She returns the soft gesture before placing the chirping cricket back in the cage. “Would you help me…to find them?”

“I would like that very much, Your Grace.”

~~

The days proceed as thus: waking in the morning and breaking your fast before readying Queen Helaena and Princess Jaehaera for the day with the assistance of other handmaidens, playing the small princess on the floor until it is time for her lessons. Helaena marks her visions on the walls, and the afternoon is spent pouring over the histories in the library in the hope of answers. When Helaena reaches a certain level of frustration, moving her jaw and clenching her fists, you indicate that it’s time for a break and spend time walking through the gardens with her. It brings her peace as she points at the crawling bugs, informing you of their names and purposes.

“We all have a purpose in this world,” she hums.

“I suppose you are correct in that manner, Your Grace,” you smile.

“I fear I may never find answers to my visions,” she admits as an eight-legged spider crawls across her splayed palm.

“Do not give up hope just yet, Your Grace,” you encourage, though you fear much had been lost in the Doom and answers may never be found.

~~

You find her one morning, still in her night shift, hugging her knees to her chest as she rocks back and forth. Jaehaera peers out through the curtain surrounding her bed, purple eyes wide and worried as she watches her mother.

“It is alright, princess. Come to me,” you coo, opening your arms to the young girl. She hurries into them, and you hug her close, rubbing her back before placing her in another handmaiden’s arms. “Tend to her, and I will see to the queen. Please make sure no one disturbs us.”

She nods her understanding before leaving with Jaehaera. You sink to your knees behind Helaena, placing your hands on her shoulders. She digs the heels of her hands against her eyes.

“Make them stop, make them stop,” she wails, and it becomes clear she is overburdened with these visions she cannot figure out. You are unsure if they have grown more intense or if she has simply hit her limit with them.

“Shhh, take a deep breath,” you whisper.

She gulps for her air as she lifts her head, cheeks sticky with tears. You gently smooth your fingers through her mussy hair, tugging it away from her face. “I don’t want them anymore!” Her voice warbles through the air, and your heart breaks. Why have the Gods cursed her so? Why bestow a gift upon her that she can not comprehend? It seems unusually cruel, and you're reminded these are the same Gods who claimed the lives of two young princes. She clings to you, pressing her face into your chest. In the moment, she reminds you of a distraught child turning to their mother for comfort.

You hold her silently in your arms, stroking her hair and hoping you are providing her some relief. Her ragged breathing slows, and she glances up at you. “I am…better now.”

You give her a half smile. “Are you? You needn’t lie to me, Your Grace.”

Her lower lip wobbles. “I want them out of my head.”

You think momentarily, tucking a strand of silver hair behind her ear. “I may have an idea, Your Grace.”

“What is it?” Her voice is soft and curious.

“Come, you must stand with me,” you smile, helping her to stand before walking over to her desk and taking a piece of chalk into your hand before placing it in hers. She gives you a curious look, head tilting to the side. “Instead of drawing what you see in your head, draw what you wish to see. Not what plagues you, but what inspires you or what you wish to come true.”

Helaena moves over to a blank space before lifting her quivering hand. She begins to create, moving with dedication instead of a phantom force controlling her. You recognize the silhouette of Dreamfyre with Helaena and two other figures perched on her back.

“Who is with you?” you inquire.

“You and Jaehaera,” she smiles, turning to face you. Her cheeks are rosy, “We are flying across Blackwater Bay!” There is joy in her voice, and she turns to continue her drawing—a picnic in the Kingswood, the three of you holding hands while walking along the beaches of Dragonstone and climbing the Dragonmont in search of dragon eggs.

“Lovely ideas, Your Grace, and I know of one we can make come true.”

~~

The day proceeds as thus: waking in the morning and breaking your fast before readying Queen Helaena and Princess Jaehaera for the day before making way to the dragonpit with intertwined hands. The three of you easily fit on the large blue and silver dragon, with you behind Helaena and Jaehaera in front of her. The wind whips your cheeks, and laughter peels through the air. Jaehaera picks wildflowers while Helaena lays her head on your lap while you feed her fresh raspberries. She has come alive again and is no longer chained to her visions for now. You hold on to hope that this peace will last.

“You have set me free,” she smiles, her graceful voice carrying in the warm breeze.

[alphaofdarkness]

Amongst the silly au of Sabine being half-lyca-tiger 🐯and Ezra being a half-lyca-loth wolf 🐺~

Ezra was not purrgiled 😌🐋 how did he not? Idk use your imagination, matter is he wasn’t 😤💭

Just some silly additional doodles I made rather than complete my ideas for Sabine week lol 💜😔 I would have included the last one in the main Space Tiger draw, but wanted to keep it Sabine-centric for that piece 😌💜 this is the last piece so far of this au~ but may do this again later, I just love give my favs silly tails and animal features 🐺🐯

Also the idea of Sabine hugging Ezra during the little moment in episode 14 has me borking 🐺✨ I wanted to doodle an additional bit of Sabine pecking his cheek in comfort that everything will work out but alas another time 😘 a tender moment and a moment of happy relief that Lothal is free from Thrawn and the Empire ✨

may as well share what I had planned to draw for the other days of Sabine Week 🥹 mayhaps I’ll draw them for funsies later 💜✨

[insertdisc5]

Devlog #19: THE LAST DEVLOG BEFORE RELEASE.

Hello everyone! Welcome to this month’s devlog!

If you just stumbled upon this, I am Adrienne, also known as insertdisc5! I’m the developer, writer, artist, main programmer, etc of the game. The game being In Stars and Time, a timeloop RPG, which is also the next and final game in the START AGAIN series, following START AGAIN: a prologue (available here!).  You can find out more about In Stars and Time here!!! 

LET’S GET TO IT. This month is THE LAST DEVLOG BEFORE RELEASE?!??!??!?! URGHH?!??!!

My goodness. Can you believe In Stars and Time will finally be out THIS MONTH? NOVEMBER? TWENTIETH? TWO THOUSAND TWENTY THREE?!??!?!?!? Yeah turns out ME NEITHER so WE CAN FREAK OUT ABOUT IT TOGETHER.

So, as previously mentioned, In Stars and Time will be out on November 20th on Steam, itch.io, GOG, Nintendo Switch, and Playstation 4 and 5!!! We mentioned this previously, but we cannot guarantee they will come out at a specific time, nor guarantee they will all come out at the exact same time and hour and minute, but we will do our best! Hopefully “sometime in the morning for Canada” is the time. Don’t hold me to that though!

And for our announcement, we prepared a wonderful announcement trailer, animated by the lovely Mimi Chiu! Did you see it?!? Well, have it again.

In preparation for the release, we’ve been bringing our marketing A-game! I (insertdisc5) have appeared on The Completionist’s IndieLand Stream, and it was an absolute blast. I also reiterated my Big Hope for this game, which is that I hope ISAT makes you feel so many feelings. 

We’re also doing a Fanworks Contest on Twitter, with the prize being a key of the game on release!!! If you have something in mind, why not participate? We accept EVERY kind of art, from fanart to fanfics to cosplay to animatics to memes to even pictures of food! As long as it’s ISAT related, GO FOR IT!!!

And finally, every Monday until release we’ll be sharing some ISAT character playlists made by yours truly (along with some VERY MUCH NEEDED HELP from friends and family. Finding songs is hard!) You can check them out here on Spotify!

And, finally for real, mayhaps consider joining the Discord channel before all hell breaks loose. Make some friends. Show some memes. Post your last minute theories. Or maybe just lurk! Up to you and your delightful little brain.

How weird to know this is the last devlog before the release! I WILL be posting a couple more monthly devlogs after this month- I want to talk about how the release went! And even after the game comes out, there will be some fun little things in store! So please stay tuned even after the game comes out :) And as always, don’t forget to wishlist the game on Steam!!! Ok!!! Wishlist numbers this close to release are SO IMPORTANT!!!! SO PLEASE!!! I BEG!!! ON MY KNEES!!! PLEASE WISHLIST!!!! (someone does a neck cutting motion off screen) I’m told to tone it down. So PLEASE WISHLIST but like, um, only if you want, teehee <3

Thank you for following this devlog all this time. I hope you enjoy the game when it comes out later this month.

See you next time.

[yourthoughtsjim]

Spin the Bottle

Jughead Jones x reader, afab/femme

Warnings: daddy kink, praise, slight overstimulation, fingering

Word count: 2.9K+

It had been seven years since you last saw the town of Riverdale. Seven long years of rebuilding yourself after the horrors that you experienced during your residency. 

Pulling into the familiar light yellow house that was the Andrews’ residence, your heart pounded. Things between you, and the group of people you had once considered your friends, went in a not-so-savory direction. 

Last time you saw them, you got caught cheating on Jughead with Sweet Pea. You had no intentions of doing anything with Sweet Pea except to go undercover in the Ghoulies, but something in you snapped when you saw him in the pale moonlight. 

Taking a deep breath, you raise your hand to knock on the door. You start to fidget and look around nervously. It didn’t take long for the door to swing open. On the other side, you see Archie Andrews, who didn’t look much different from when you saw him in high school.

He gives you a polite smile and escorts you inside. That’s where you’re led to the dining room. That same dining room where you and the rest of the gang came up with plans to stop Hiram or The Farm.

Memories flood your mind of the countless times where the five of you would sit around the table after Mary had made a delicious meal whenever she was in town. It was almost surreal being back here, and not just in Archie’s house but in Riverdale as a whole. 

As soon as you walked in, you got Jughead’s attention first. His face went from one of a smile to one of sorrow. He remembered what you did to not only him, but his fellow Serpent. All of that pain resurfaced. 

The rest gave you sympathy smiles as they went on about their own conversations. You sit awkwardly across from Jughead. 

Finally, after the talking has died down a bit, you look at the beanie wearing comic book writer. “So, why was I called back? I thought you hated my guts.”

“Oh, y/n, I never truly hated you. Was I a little hurt? Absolutely, but you ran off before I could get a chance to tell you that.” He responds.

“I… oh.” Your voice drops to a whisper.

“Yeah…”

“What about Sweet Pea? I really honestly cared for him. I don’t know why I hurt him the way I did.” 

“He was beat up about it for a while but eventually, he learned to forgive you, just like you should forgive yourself. We were in high school. We all did and said some stupid things.” 

“Yeah, I guess.” 

Betty then reenters the room. “So, the reason I had asked everyone is… yes everyone…” She pauses looking at you. “There’s something brewing here. I don’t know what it is but we need to find out. I do, however, have an inkling on who’s behind it.”

Veronica rolls her eyes. “My father. Of course it is. You know, he can never have enough. He’s so selfish and narcissistic. I should’ve put a hit on him a long time ago. Maybe that’s what I’ll do. I am tired of him thinking he can get anything just because of his name.” Sighs are shared between all of you. 

“Okay, how are we going to find out more info? I want him out of my town.” Cheryl more or less demands it. 

“That’s what we have to figure out but for right now, we need to lay low. We can’t let Hiram know we’re planning something.” Archie says.

“That’s fair.” You respond.

“So, what do we do in the meantime?” Betty inquires.

Cheryl’s eyes lit up, “We all go to Thornhill and relive the glory days of our youth with a rousing game of spin the bottle, mayhaps?” 

There was a look shared between the group before your gaze landed on Jughead. To which you give a small smile. 

Later that evening, after a nice meal at Pop’s, you arrive at the mansion known as the Blossom residence. The smell of maple syrup filling your nose as you exit Archie’s hot rod. 

The sweet aroma had you feeling nostalgic for the old times. Where you would help them solve the mystery behind Jingle Jangle or Fizzle Rocks. You remember the times you spent at this very house just so Cheryl wouldn’t be alone with her family, much to her mother’s displeasure. 

“Well, hello, ladies and gentlemen. Tonight, we will be having a spectacular evening filled with stories from when we were young. Now, please, follow me.” Cheryl instructs you all to the gathering room. 

There, candles are laid out precisely around the room, as is the Cheryl Marjorie Blossom way. On the floor was a large round red carpet. The same red the HBIC herself always wore on her lips.

Gesturing, she implores you all to take a seat. You sit across from Jughead and in between Cheryl and Betty. In the center was a glass bottle. 

“We will be pulling names out of a hat to determine the order.” Cheryl announces.

She holds the hat out in front of her and with a slow turn of her hand, she pulls out the first card. Dramatically, she turns it around before quickly reading it. “Kevin Keller!” She proudly shouts.

The son of the local sheriff leans forward and gives the bottle a whirl. He looks at the rest of the gang nervously as the bottle comes to a slow stop, pointing at Reggie. “Come on, Mantle, show me what you got.” Kevin states. The kiss was a decent one. Not too long and not too short. 

Of course, you were the last one chosen. You had already received kisses from Veronica, Betty and even Cheryl. Cheryl’s having the most passion behind it, naturally. 

Your hand was shaky as it landed on the bottle. Your heart raced as you spun it. You had hoped it wouldn’t land on anyone you didn’t really care for. 

Eyes widening, you see who it came to a halt on. Your ex, Jughead Jones. A chorus of “Ohh’s” roared around you. Your vision tunneled a bit, focusing on just him.

You timidly scooch closer to him. He had a smirk on his face. He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. “You’re just as pretty as I remember you being.” He comments. 

A blush crosses your face. “Jug…” You playfully smack him. 

You feel his hand on the back of your neck before he pulls you into the kiss. It felt as if the rest of the world melted away and it was just the two of you. A heat formed where it hadn’t in quite some time. 

Betty and Veronica had to practically rip you two apart before you got too into it. You wipe your mouth of the saliva that had gathered there. By the time you regain your composure, you realize just how heavy you were breathing.

“Talk about a blaze of glory. It seems like an old flame just got rekindled.” Cheryl remarks to Archie. 

Some of you had planned on staying at Thornhill that night. It was mainly the core four and then you. You make your way to your room for the night. The rooms you were to stay in had been randomly, or as you would come to find out not-so-randomly, picked by the bombshell herself. 

It was then you turn the knob. Entering you see your belongings on the bed to the right as you look to the left, you notice a familiar looking duffle bag. After looking at it for a few more moments, it clicks as belonging to Jughead. 

“Damn it, Cheryl.” You mutter under your breath. 

“Why are we damning a Blossom family member? I’m not opposed, I would just like the reason.” You jump at hearing Jughead’s voice. 

“O-Oh, it’s nothing.”

Jughead knew otherwise, however. “You know you can’t lie to me. You’ve never been able to.”

“I’m not lying.”

“Yes you are. I’m the only one who can see through that innocent exterior you shell yourself with. Now, tell me, what is it?” His voice was soft but stern.

“It’s… Cheryl knew what she was doing when she put you and I in the same room together.” You respond. You then sit on your bed awaiting for Jughead’s next statement. 

A soft chuckle came from him, “Maybe, but that doesn’t matter. Let’s talk about that kiss, shall we?” The question was spoken in a teasing tone. 

Your body temperature rose as each of his hands found the bed right next to your thighs. Your heart pounded in your ears as you went a tad lightheaded. You accidentally giggled when he lowered his head to yours so you were eye to eye. 

The Serpent King looked at your plush thigh before sliding his hand over it. He doesn’t do much, just rests there. He remembered how you like to be teased. It got you off almost as much as the sex itself. 

“It was almost as if you were desperate to kiss me. I could feel the pout in your lips against mine. So cute. Your desperation, that is. I also noticed the little whimpers you were letting out. Yeah, those ones. The ones you thought nobody could hear, but I remembered just how to pick those up even in the loudest of rooms.” He states as he gets closer to your ear.

His hand had reached up higher by the time he was done talking. It was sitting dangerously close to your clothed heat. A heat that was surely escaping. After all, you had decided to wear a skirt tonight. 

“Come on, remember how it felt for me to reach my hand in these, always soaked, panties.”

Your breath hitched as you felt his touch on your clit once again. “It’s pulsing against my fingers, just like it did before. Tell me, y/n, have you been with anyone else after me?” He inquires.

“Mhm, I h-have, a few actually.” You stutter out.

“Have they made you feel as good as I did?” His fingers were now circling your sensitive bundle of nerves. 

“N-No, they… You were the only one to truly satisfy me.”

“That’s what I thought.” The circles got faster, but only slightly.

Your legs had spread, unbeknownst to you. Your brows furrowed as you looked at your former lover in the eyes as he touched you like he once did. You tried to keep your wits about you. He was your ex, you really shouldn’t be doing this but at the same time, couples don’t stay apart forever in Riverdale.

“You’re so wet, princess. You must have gotten worked up earlier, or was this more… recent?” 

“B-Both.”

“So you’ve been sitting around in wet panties this entire time? Dirty girl.” He teases.

“Y-Yes.”

“Poor little serpent. Sat there so wet and sticky. You could’ve just come to me immediately.”

Serpent… that was a nickname he loved to use on you during your time as the Serpent Queen. It always made you feel special when he used it. Like you were his prized possession.

Jughead never let up pressure once. He knew how you like to be touched and that’s what he was going to do. 

The pleasure got to be too much and your mind snapped. “Daddy… I missed you.” You whine.

“Oh, you remembered my title. Good girl. Daddy missed his little princess too.” His voice is a touch raspy. 

That’s when he inserts two fingers in your cunt. You fit around them like a glove. Almost as if your cunt was made to take his fingers. As a writer, his fingers were quite nimble. He knew which spots to hit and how much pressure to give.

Your hips rolled into his hand, grinding your clit against the palm of his hand. “Desperate little bunny. Humping my hand like that. God, you’re so fucking hot when you get like this.”

“I just want my Daddy to make me feel good.”

“Of course, you do. That’s all you ever wanted. I bet you thought about me over the years when you were touching yourself or even when you were with other guys, huh?” He teases. 

You would be lying if you told him no. You thought about all the random hookups where you would accidentally moan out Jughead’s name or late at night, when your wand was on your clit and you were pressing down so hard while you grinded into it. You also remember how when you would hump your pillow, you sobbed wishing it was him.

“I did, Daddy. I thought about you so much. I just wanted to be your little girl again. I’m sorry I h-hurt you.” 

“I forgive you. Now, why don’t you show me that pretty face you make when you cum?” 

Your mouth hangs open slightly and you squeeze your thighs around his hand. “There it is. So gorgeous. Just like I remembered it.”

He slowed to a stop as your orgasm finished. It was intense. It almost left you gasping for air. You had forgotten just how good he could make you feel with just his fingers. 

“Did you know we were going to get back together tonight, or did you wear this pretty little skirt just because?” Jughead keeps teasing you.

“I-I… please. I’m sorry, I just want you back.” You plead with tears in your eyes. 

“Shh, it’s okay. Daddy forgives you. Now, just lay back and spread those pretty legs for me.” He gently commands. It was like you two had never broken up with how easy it was to remove each other’s clothing, save for your skirt and of course, his Serpent jacket he always liked to fuck you in. 

Legs spreading easily apart so that Jughead can take his rightful place in between them. Your eyes get blown wide open when you see him above you at long last, after all these years. Thinking back, you recall those nights when you had your vibe on your clit, pretending it was him controlling it.

Just like before, he slid every inch of his thick cock inside you at an agonizingly slow pace. Again, he fit inside you like a glove. Your insides curved perfectly with his cock, which made it easier for him to hit your g-spot every time. 

“I missed this sweet cunt, baby girl.” He growls. 

“I missed your cock, Daddy.” You whimpered. 

A quick passionate kiss was shared. Jughead also loved the way you moaned into his mouth. He drank up each and every one of them.

“That’s it, good girl. Fits around me so well, just like a good serpent should.” There he goes with that nickname again. You could cum right then and there but you held on. You held on until you wanted to drench the writer in your juices. 

Your mind flashes back to a nickname he liked to be called. “H-Hellcaster!” You scream out. 

He almost stops dead in his tracks but instead, he speeds up, fucking into you with reckless abandon. The name really got to him, made him feel powerful. 

“Call me that again.” The command comes out in a growl.

“Hellcaster! Fuck!”

A wicked grin appeared on his face. “That’s right.”

His thumb made its way to your clit and rubbed roughly, sending your legs spasming. You were so close it was bordering on painful.

“D-Daddy! Please, gonna cum.” 

“Cum all over my cock like a good girl.” He grabs you by the back of the neck and forces you to lock eyes with him.

Your vision blurred slightly when your orgasm rushed over you. You stayed true to your word and coated him in your squirt. Jughead followed suit not too long after you. “Shit!” He growled when his warm cum spurted into your swollen cunt.

“Messy, messy girl. Just how Daddy likes it.” He comments. 

The next several moments were spent on the two of you coming down from your highs. He even gave your body some small massages. 

Getting dressed in your pjs, you decide to head to the kitchen to get some water. As you open the door, your face drops when you see Betty, Archie, Veronica and even Cheryl standing there.

“U-Uh, how long have you been there?” 

��I can’t believe Jug likes to be called Hellcaster in bed.” Veronica states. Shit, a while then. They all heard you call him Daddy. This takes the cake for the most embarrassing moment of your life. 

“I do wonder what it’d be like for this pretty one to moan out Mommy.” She follows up. That sent a heat down to your already throbbing core. 

“We’ll have to find out one day, now won’t we?” Jughead comes up behind you and snakes his arms around your waist. 

“If you two are done, we would like to go to bed peacefully.” Cheryl almost demands.

“I don’t know, it has been a while since I’ve gotten to fuck her tight cunt, I might have to do it again.” Jughead teases. 

The red head rolls her eyes. “Goodnight.” Was the last thing she said before practically storming off. One by one the rest followed.

“So about that water?” Jughead lightens the mood.

“Yeah, yeah, come on… Hellcaster.” You purr in his ear.

“Keep it up and I’ll fuck you over the kitchen counter.”

“I’m counting on it.” You end with a wink.

[puppyxaegon]

Hi legend I saw you were taking requests and also enjoy subby Aegon; excited to see your work✨

Mayhaps a request for a blurb/hcs on Aegon getting riled up in public??? His lady just teasing and rubbing him under the table or alcove bj in the red keep. Poor baby egg can’t keep quiet either. IF YOU SO DESIRE- soft mean dom just loving every second of it. Both of them definitely about to go feral at the idea of being caught 😈😈😈

Love love LOVE this request and apologies for just now getting to it!! Very glad to be posting more subby Aegon and I promisee something more is coming soon for him I'm very excited to share it. Here's a few blurbs on these concepts for your viewing pleasure, please let me know your thoughts! Btw we have a wife reader here ofc but I'm open to writing any gender and requests are open!!

She Says

Sub!Aegon ii Targarygen x Wife!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags: public setting, OC, openish relationship, a little fluff I suppose? They're whores but they love each other.

Aegon is definitely a sucker for public stuff, and there are few greater pleasures on earth than watching him squirm and bite his lip trying to keep quiet.

I mean, he loves what you do to him and he hates attending to his responsibilities so interrupting an uninteresting meeting or tournament with a bit of discreet fun seems like a win win.

Whenever you attend events together, you're steadfast by your husband's side, and it's something you enjoy taking advantage of.

Sometimes it starts when you're both bored or just in that particular mood or one reason or another.

Like at the jousting tourney when you'd noticed him almost nodding off, more than likely nursing a hangover from the previous night. Objectively, this was an embarrassment. The two of you sat in the very front row of the upper observation gallery behind the barrier, so although you were only visible from the chest up, anyone who glanced over could see the next in line to the throne struggling to keep his eyes open. It should have been an embarrassment, but you often found it was difficult to see Aegon's behavior as anything but endearing.

When it was time for the two of you to give your favor to one of the knights, you had to nudge him and he'd startled awake, clearing his throat and quickly taking your hand. The two of you stood to look over the edge of the balcony, where four knights sat atop their horses all in a line with their lances held high in waiting.

You could feel Aegon squeeze your hand and when you glanced up to him you noticed that he was locked in a stare with Ser Corryn, the young handsome knight who he'd first pointed out to you just about two months ago.

At another equally dull tournament, Aegon's attention had been caught on the man, and he told you offhandedly later that day how he wished so desperately that those knights weren't sworn to celibacy. You were sure to take note of that, and a few weeks later you surprised your husband with that very knight in your shared bed.

You'd run your fingers through Aegon's hair and kissed his forehead as he laid back in your lap, all while Ser Corryn fucked him senseless. As you listened to his gasps and moans while he squirmed against your body, you knew this was a gift he would truly appreciate. You'd seen him cum three times that night, and you cherished the taste of the tears you kissed away from his cheeks as he cried from the overstimulation.

Now almost two weeks later, Aegon blushed and gave a coy smile as he threw the floral wreath onto the knights lance. He looked between the two of you, smirking playfully before blowing a kiss and trotting away to begin the game.

Aegon was certainly awake now, nearly leaning out of his seat with his elbows propped up on the barrier to follow Ser Corryn with his eyes.

You placed a hand high on his thigh and squeezed, leaning in. " Be careful Egg, if you can't even meet the man's eyes without giggling like a maiden you may raise suspicions."

He shot you a look of faux irritation, rolling his eyes dramatically before sinking back into his seat again. his eyes wandered the space absently, but you noticed how his knees fell open a bit wider as he relaxed into the chair, granting you access.

You continued rubbing small circles into his inner thigh, pretending not to notice how he tried to suppress the twitch of his mouth as he shifted in his seat to and his breath began to hitch in his throat.

You kept your eyes forward as you ever so slowly slid your hand the rest of the way up his leg, over his stomach and down the front of his trousers and finally wrapped your flingers around his leaking cock.

Out of the corner of your eye, could see his jaw tense as he clenched his hands around the arms of this chair, nails digging in.

Poor baby, that probably hurt :(

It's a wonder that the crowd was so lively, otherwise someone would surely have heard Aegon's poorly concealed whimpers and moans.

You'd managed to string him along for the entire remaining length of the match, which had to be close to an hour. By the end, you watched him bite the inside of his cheek as he bucked his hips up into your hand and made a mess beneath the layers of clothing that concealed the two of you.

At other times, your fun was more of a tool to keep your husband in line.

You had been at a grand feast, part of some festival honoring one god or ancient hero or another. You hadn't yet gotten quite familiar the never ending fanfare and pageantry that the Westerosi clung to.

Though as the eldest son he probably should have been seated toward the middle of the long table, Aegon occupied the chair at the far left end of the setting. He always wanted a clear escape route at these things, and you of course found your space directly next to him.

This position also effectively cut him off from the rest of the table; and this combined with the heavy cloth which draped all the way to the floor made it an incredibly opportune position to stroke your husband beneath the table until he begged and whispered curses under his breath.

Aegon stared straight down at his plate, trying to keep his hands from shaking as he rolled his hips back and forth, cock rock hard and slick with sweat and precum and it slid against your hand. Suddenly you withdrew, pulling back quickly and wiping your hand discreetly on the napkin beside you.

"Be a good boy and go wait for me in the hall."

He'd looked to you with wide, disbelieving eyes. "Like this??" He hissed back, shifting in his seat and glancing down toward his lap.

You tilted your head and gave a mock sad expression, poking out your bottom lip. "Oh pity, is my boy so bashful now?" You leaned in a bit closer, assuring that he would feel your breath ghost over his ear. "You might have thought about that before contradicting me in front of your sister, love. You know how important it is that your family respects me and accepts my place here."

You could see him clench and unclench his jaw, he'd probably forgotten all about the little incident but you'd warned him about mouthing off in the company or others a hundred times. This was his punishment, and as he sighed and rubbed the crease forming between his eyebrows you could see that he understood.

"Right." You said flatly. "Now run along husband. Be careful not to embarrass yourself in front of all the guests." You ran a hand down his cheek before placing a chaste kiss there and giving him another soft smile.

He looked worried, but you could see him swallow the emotion as he reached down again to adjust himself. Just as he'd begin to push back his chair and leave the table you stopped him gently, placing a hand on his arm.

"Oh, and Aegon?" He looked to you nervously, blinking fast. "No touching until I get there."

With that you gave his arm a squeeze and turned your attention back to your wine and the chattering crowd before you. Soon enough you could see Aegon weaving his way through that crowd, eyes cast down and hands dutifully clasped in front of his body to conceal any evidence of your activities. You watched with amusement as he gradually sped up as he walked, nearly breaking into a run as he approached the door.

Not long after you saw Lady Baela break away from the crowd and approach, giving you a small bow. You'd intended to take your leave fairly quickly, not to be too hard on your boy but it looked now like he might have to be a bit more patient. "May I sit my Lady?", she asked, gesturing Aegon's empty seat, and you gave her a polite nod.

"I do hope you're enjoying the party, we're all so happy to have you at court." "Is your husband feeling well? I saw him rushing out of the room a few moments ago."

"Oh yes, he's fine just a bit tired" you lowered your voice and whispered playfully "and you know him, possibly a few too many plates of food and a few too many cups of wine". Baela giggled, nodding "Yes, to be quite honest I was a bit worried he might be sick there on the dance floor. I'm thankful you keep such a caring watch over him."

You gave her a small thank you and smile, but when she shifted slightly closer and placed a hand over your own, her face was just that more serious.

"I truly mean it, my Lady. If you don't mind my saying, my cousin was in a bad way before he had you. I'm sure you must know that, but we all saw him straying down a dark path. Now that you're here it's.." she paused, searching for the words. "He's a better man, we can leave it at that. That means something to us, our families won't forget this."

You smiled brightly and gave her hand a squeeze. "Well I'm sure you know Baela, some men just need the right lady to whip them into shape.", you remarked, winking.

That earned a heartier laugh from the silver haired woman, and you felt a glow of pride in your chest as the threw her head back and swatted at your arm.

You joined her in idle gossip for a bit longer before deciding it was time to go attend to your prince.

"If you don't mind my Lady, I think I'll go and check in on him now."

When you escaped the overwhelming chatter and footsteps which filled the ballroom, it wasn't hard to follow the echoed heavy breathing that travelled through the silent stone halls.

You made sure your footsteps clicked slowly and loudly against the floor as you approached, and you couldn't say you were surprised to find him tucked into a windowsill, eyes closed and mouth hanging open as he rubbed at the bulge in the front of his trousers. He always was a glutton for punishment

"Oh dear Aegon..." you pouted crossing your arms and shaking your head slowly. "It looks like someone still hasn't learned to follow instructions as they're given. What will we do now?"

[xoxo-ren-xoxo]

WE'RE TALKING ABOUT THE GRUMBO MONSTER AU AGAIN??? OH BOY I SURE WOULD LOVE TO HEAR ABOUT IT!

Is there anything you want to share about the AU that people haven't asked yet? Like certain events or details mayhaps?

If not what got you thinking about it again? Was it a certain scene? The Dynamic? Or did the brain chemicals just decide it was time to refocus on it?

hello hello :3 hehe ok good question! my answer ended up being long so more under the cut

I don't think I've talked very much about Xisuma and "Evil" Xisuma yet, though they are somewhat important characters. I've mentioned that Xisuma runs a human safe zone, which Mumbo eventually finds and lives in for a while.

Grian doesn't join the little survivor's camp for the first few weeks, but eventually he puts together a convincing human form and joins. Mumbo is happier living with humans, and Grian can live with the pain of staying in a human form unnaturally if it makes Mumbo happy. There are signs everywhere explaining how to spot an 'outsider', how to kill one, how to avoid being killed by one, etc.

The humans at the camp are mostly mutated themselves. Mumbo seemingly avoided the strange refraction of genetic material that hit every other human. Some have small differences - strange eyes, clawed hands, basic and complex disabilities - while others are more deeply changed, their genetics scrambled. Xisuma himself can no longer breathe in an earthly atmosphere, requiring a mask to help him. Despite any and all changes, the survivors still call themselves human. Pure. Different from the monsters.

Mumbo talks to Xisuma about outsiders - suggesting that maybe they aren't so bad - but Xisuma is very adamant that the monsters are murderous, evil beings. He says he was almost killed by one, and it took his form in order to hurt the people he cared about. The unnatural thing escaped into the wild before Xisuma could kill it, and it's probably still out there roaming. He won't let a monster get the best of him again.

Things are alright, for a while. Grian lets his form change very rarely, when he is sure there are no cameras or people watching. Mumbo seems calmer in a familiar environment, like he can almost pretend everything is normal and okay again. Grian sometimes gets frustrated with this. Nothing is normal. They've both been forced into the apocalypse. How come Mumbo gets to act like this is okay?

Of course, eventually, Grian is found out. It's very dramatic. An angry mob of humans surround him as his form shifts and changes. They go after him with weapons and fire and back him into a corner. Mumbo tries to reason with the crowd, but isn't listened to. Grian gets hurt.

Mumbo pushes through the crowded bodies, pushing them aside with as much force as he can muster. He can't let Grian die. Not for his sake. Not because of him. Heart pounding in his chest, he gets between Grian and the mob.

The deal takes a lot of shouting and pleading to work out. A lot of force. The crowd is disgusted at Mumbo's affection for Grian, holding him and shielding him with his smaller, human body. But, by some miracle, or perhaps an appeal to Xisuma's need to find out more about the monsters, he manages to calm the people enough to agree to keeping Grian alive.

Imprisoned and studied, but alive.

(yeah, that doesn't last long. soon grian and mumbo escape the place and head into the destroyed city - this is where they finally run into cub and scar, and then, later... a certain 'evil' xisuma)

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To answer your other question - I was listening to some music and some songs really reminded me of the AU. I thought I should return to it :3

[columbiastapshoes]

Please... Mayhaps you share with us your Columbia headcanons?

*Coughs pitifully and holds out hands*

🤲

fear not i am here <3 i may have posted some of these already so i apologize if i repeat myself BUT she is my pookie and i have thoughts.

- LOVES betty boop. has her alarm clock set to whenever it’s on tv and everyone in the castle can hear her running down the stairs to watch it. if anyone touches the remote while betty boop is on she will ask magenta to kill them

- new wave. send tweet. loves bands like the b52s, oingo boingo, cyndi lauper, etc etc

- has a stuffed animal that she’s emotionally attached to. she’s had it since she was a kid and it has no stuffing in its neck but she refuses to fix it bc that would involve cutting a hole in it to replace the stuffing

- walks on the balls of her feet. also t. rex arms. also flappy hands when she’s excited. **autism.**

- this is more about her and magenta i’m sorry i need to spread the lesbian gospel.. magenta was the one to cut/dye her hair . most homoerotic haircut columbia had ever experienced.

- not cis. i know this in my bones. i agree w basically every gender hc people have for her, my personal take is that she just uses any pronouns and doesn’t care <3

- big big big music lover. always has it playing. like i said earlier she does have a favorite genre but she’ll listen to anything and dance to it in her room :3

- if you ask her about your interests be prepared to sit there for a full hour she will yap into hell and back (/pos this is a good thing in my book. and magentas book she will listen to her allll day)

- she canonically has a poster for beyond the valley of the dolls in her room (do not ask about the lengths i went to to find this out. it was such a journey. a spiritual experience if you will) so i think she loves weird dramatic movies like thattt <33

- trinket fanatic. every time they go shopping she has to buy at least one (1) useless item that looks funky

- rollerskates!! she has really funky skates and loves skating around the castle bc of how much open space she has. she also got magenta to skate with her and magenta was Terrified she held columbias hands so tightly that it hurt <3 (this happened with my girlfriend a week ago she is really good at skating and i was Afraid)

i will probably think of more later and reblog this but … there is your food anon <3

[buffyfan145]

https://www.tumblr.com/buffyfan145/758636328461221888/i-honestly-feel-like-i-am-going-to-be-crying-for?source=share

This made me think of Sauron's equation with that one being who changed the entire course of his life: Morgoth and how much that could've influenced his later outlook on 'relationships'. It was mentioned by Tolkien in one of his letters that what made Sauron less evil initially was his strong sense of loyalty which came from a genuine place. And, for whatever it was worth, Sauron stayed loyal to Melkor for a long time. Whether he was drawn to the latter at first out of admiration, fear or a mere desire to manage things with more autonomy, remaining by Morgoth's side for a prolonged period of time would certainly have had its side effects. His failures - such as losing the Silmarils - would have earned Morgoth's ire for it was a relationship based on control and subjugation.

His words to Galadriel about a 'great, clenched fist releasing its grasp from his neck' after Morgoth's defeat have been interpreted by some as a tactic he employed to sway Galadriel to his side. Yet there also lies a possibility that there was a degree of sincerity in his words. It stands to reason for him to experience genuine relief after he was freed from his master's yoke and,yet, that bond had left its mark on him not unlike how abusive relationships mentally and emotionally impact us long after we're done and over with them.

What makes his deception of Celebrimbor more grave is that Sauron could've had a sincere relationship with him. They shared talents, skills and a mutual desire to fix and beautify ME. Brimby definitely trusted his friend Annatar for quite a while. Yet, Sauron messed it up because he, most likely, wanted to engage with relationships on his terms and he, more or less, borrowed Morgoth's toxic template of domination and servitude coupled with his need to be in control which proved to be ruinous for poor Brimby who defied him later on. This further implies that mayhaps this is the only kind of dynamics that Sauron understands,in most cases, for Melkor drilled it into him and he repeated the cycle. On that note, I'm so looking forward to seeing Annatar and Celebrimbor's scenes because I feel they'll be both heartbreaking and, yet, fascinating.

Now, I'm putting my shipping goggles on 👓

Galadriel was an exception for I see her as the only one before whom Sauron could be honest, even as he was trying to 'deceive' her. Her passionate spirit was worthy of admiration and she was not above using underhanded means to achieve her goals. Yet, she remained steadfast in her beliefs and was committed towards her purpose which is, by all means, a righteous one. There is enough reason for Sauron to view her as a kindred spirit because, in his perspective, his objective to heal Middle Earth was righteous and, like her, he too had been betrayed and cast away at that moment. He fumbled the bag when he said that saving and ruling is all the same to him but that can very well be interpreted as him being truthful to her instead of telling her what she wanted to here. That could explain his outburst after she rejected him because he had, as good as, laid out his heart bare before her and she turned him away. I wonder whether this anger plays a part in his treatment of Brimby and his actions in the face of the latter's resistance. Maybe he'll have a cynical mindset because he tried to be genuine once and it didn't work so maybe Morgoth's way was the right way, etc.

Galadriel's rejection of him would've certainly been frustrating on many levels because this was probably his only chance of having a relationship with someone on an equal footing which was what he needed. It's something that was never possible with Morgoth and will never be possible with anyone else in future. That could be another reason why he kept chasing her forever. But he made his choices, and she hers. As a result, while she ascended and broke free of what was holding her back, he sank further into the abyss. Reminds me of this little quote again: "The sun that lay on Lothlórien had no power to enlighten the shadow of that distant height."

And, now I have to go get some tissues. This is a colossal tragic mess in the making and I'm going to eat every morsel that's given.

This is such a great post!!! 😀 I agree with everything you said and Sauron really is continuing the cycle of abuse that was done to him. It's going to be hard to watch at times but I'm looking forward to seeing how they do this. This show opened my eyes so much to how tragic Sauron's story is and what he became as he fell and how he started off so high. Then poor Celebrimbor. He is a victim of this and Sauron is going to take out so much on him. And I see the same now too with Haladriel and how they were equals and could've worked if he really had repented and changed. Like you said it's such a tragic mess.

[gloomforrestrunes]

hi i am digging your baby son adoring us video, it's absolutely cool hehe, and i am wondering about halo meanings, it's most likely not correct at all but i wanted to share my thoughts (basing on what i know from all the information you shared about aiden and his family lore so far)- sooo i think aiden's halo is a reflection of who he is "adoring" you know - when aiden is a pup, he seems to have the exact same halo as his parents have, which would mean he once was close with them and saw them as parental figures. and later, after vis ruined everything and when question came in the picuture, aiden's halo changed - now it's hollow, and has no rays. question seemed to have no halo, so i like to think that aiden is slowly, piece after piece, losing his halo as well, most likely due to question's influence, so eventually he would be just like his new father figure. but when aiden would lose his halo eventually, as he didn't lose it on video? maybe offscreen, after killing his family - that remained part of halo could be interpreted as the last string of attachment to his family and past life, so logically after getting rid of them there would be no strings attached - not anymore. he didn't want to be associated with them anymore, so that would make sense in the same time vis's halo seems to be interesting, as it's hollow as well, but has rays (although smaller than those seen in marianne and aster's halos) - maybe after vis revealing the secret, aiden started to internalize everything vis told him, meaning he kind of got "influenced" by his uncle, so his halo was starting to slowly lose the shape formed by his parents, and started to become more like vis's. now about the meanings of halo elements, which i am afraid would be over-interpretation (could be an alternative for influence-shaped halo though)... filled halo would mean trust, and empty halo would mean no trust at all. not sure what rays would mean though, as both aiden's parents (and younger aiden) and vis had them. losing halo would mean turning away from light kingdom, as i am certain halos mean light kingdom and no halo means dark kingdom. what hooked me was the fact the halos looked different depending on character and the fact aiden's halo changed shape, and it was the reason why i made that theory in a first place 😅 also by the way, marianne seemed to be pretty much upset at the beginning, with baby aiden mayhaps? maybe she was just exhausted from childbirth and i am looking too much, but she seemed to be uneasy during an entire video... oh god, i have a feeling "the secret" would be somehow related to existence of aiden. i have one theory about it but i prefer to keep it to myself, at least until the secret will be revealed in comic... maybe one day i will share it though bruh i am sorry, it turned out much longer than i expected it to be, a real behemoth of chaotic thoughts, but i love analysing and i rewatched the video 30 times already 💀 i love your work so much

never apologize for sending me long analytical asks i love that shit!!! you definitely caught onto my intent with what the halos represent, im glad someone caught that!