#PLS TELL ME SOMEONE REMEMBERS THIS SHOW 🙏🙏🙏

[archaospetryx]

Bless @queenie-draws-stuff for allowing permission to use their merch photos bc I need to dissect the silhouettes definitely bc I’m so interested in the characters,,,

I’m in it for the Diligence silhouette but I’m /srs cuz these are so interesting until I buy the print myself or someone deciphers some of the hidden messages cuz we got 2 deciphered))

OK STARTING ON MY BIGGEST HYPERFIXIATION YET,,,

The Gaslight district poster,,,

Ok fellas so thanks to @queenie-draws-stuff zooming in on the pictures I came to notice these silhouettes invading whatever tower these are and I’m gonna try to dissect as best as possible.

The Mother Angel

Very self explanatory that this IS the Mother

Her role is VERY crucial being the one to deliver the egg needed to create a human cuz remember: the picture seen in the lab before Ken burns it down shows Temperance holding baby Mel hatched from an egg so it’s possibly they modified one of her eggs to create the prophesied human

Not much to say cuz I can’t see what she’d do yet since she’s confirmed to still be alive unlike the next few I’ll yap abt

Diligence(don’t tell me it’s not him I know it’s him))

THE QUEEN RETURNS🔥🔥🔥 ITS CANON CUZ THEY LIVED AT THE END BUT I TRUST GLITCH N PARTTIMESEAGULL TO USE HIM WELL🫶🫶🙏✨🫶🙏

The more I look at it the more I’m convinced it’s Diligence OK SO LETS GET TO IT

This is DEFINITELY Diligence(99% chance I’m confident)) bc as far as we know he’s combat-related given his duty is to GUARD the entrance to Paradise lost and the arm shown in this silhouette matches the exact sword he uses to fight Ken

There’s no way another Virtue could be combat related bc as far as we know Diligence has been seen in the front of the Virtue Corp newspaper to rlly solidify that they’re the HEAD guard or at the very least a force to be reckoned with and we’re right seeing as how he could overpower Ken if not for the slip up

When you look at the arm he loses, it’s clear that his RIGHT arm gets chopped off. And the length to where it gets cut off is elbow length. Plus the weapon design matches that of the sword Diligence uses

What bothers me/pos is the left arm. Where are the shoulder pads? Clearly Diligence came back/revived at the end of the pilot and he seemed messed up but either this poster was made BEFORE The final or will foreshadow Diligence’s new form

Plus what is his left arm doing??? I can’t see it correctly so if anyone can clearly see it pls aid a desperate Diligencd fansimp I don’t even see the chains dangling down but trust in Glitch I KNOW this is Diligence esp how both he and Temperance appeared on the announcement for the voice cast and usually that means they’re a part of the main cast whether antag or protag(I’m delusional unless proven otherwise))

Very sure Diligence gets injured once again or something happens to him to get his arm to look weirdly shaped on the left. Cuz the right seems to show the virtue silhouette having something thick on the shoulders while the left seems empty and almost thin-like

Theory is that someone or something punishes Diligence for letting the intruders free thus resulting in the left arm looking weird. Idk not confident abt that but again I cannot stress the right arm cuz it’s EXACTLY the same sword type he uses during the fight and the same length from the elbow

DONT CALL ME CRAZY I KNOW ITS DILIGENCE HE’LL BE PART OF THE MAIN ANTAGONISTS BC HES NOT GONNA LET THOSE ROTLINGS GO AFTER WHAT THEY DID TO HIM

There’s no way it’s another virtue unless proven otherwise cuz as far as we know we were hinted 2 unknown Virtues within one of the news papers showing Diligence n Temperance in it and so far none resemble the silhouette more than DILIGENCE especially with the right sword arm. Their left arms are even exposed and yet none match the silhouette and the CLOSEST we get due to the right arm and the pose is Diligence

Plus the stance. Tell me that virtue isn’t serving without telling me that virtue isn’t serving. Bc let’s be honest Diligence REALLY made the impression of tgd’s prettiest but deadliest enemy yet and ofc the stance shows a level of sass/confidence.

And I can ALMOST see the faintest outline of his hat from the head but pls just let it be confirmed that Diligence will live until the end of the series he has SO MUCH POTENTIAL AND U GET MICHAEL OF ALL PEOPLE TO VOICE HIM LIKE CMON HE NEEDS TO LIVE AT LEAST TILL THE END

In all seriousness tho I rlly hope they use Diligence wisely but more bc he has so much potential being a threat since if the Angel Storm didn’t throw him off balance, he would’ve ended Ken or at the very least capture all of them given how he choke holder that guy

Glitch, Parttimeseagull, I need more Diligence pls

A new Virtue? Or Temperance’s new body

Oh THIS is for my fellow Temperance lovers or at least those looking forward to another new Virtue

AND SPEAKING OF VIRTUES I have a heavy theory abt this being Temperance. I’m 20-30% confident bc of the design alone

Again the ONLY Virtue to wear clothes being Temperance only and his lab coat reaches at least until his ankles which the silhouette does follow along too

However the Silhouette shows multiple wires or tubes wrapped around the body, and its giving off “evil mad scientist” guy and which better candidate than to look no further at Temperance

And ofc the rules of the gaslight district is that NO ONE CAN REALLY DIE so yeah Temperance is definitely suffering inside Ken over and over again and I’m sure one was or another they’ll be back bc who else would finish the weird egg seen in the lab than the head scientist himself?(which this also ties to the next character))

The code seen below them reads “He’s fulltime now” meaning either this is a higher Virtue given Temperance is second to the order of the Virtues(with Diligence ranking 4th)), or it IS Temperance in a new body bc mind you that his body got possibly damaged or burnt along his lab

So there’s a possibility after coming back to Paradise lost, he upgrades his body

Or at the unlikely case this isn’t Temperance, this can possibly be Chastity given the wires do resemble some type of restrain that wraps around the arms and body

This creature

I am SO SO SURE that THIS is the monster/entity we see within the egg hanging above the laboratory.

I have no idea what to say but this looks to be similar to the Mother given the right “arm” looks to be the head of an Angel but a halo is present just above its real head

Betting that this is the “???” Thing in Temperance’s lab/what he’s been creating OR the baby chick that hatches from the egg Mel stole

Friend of mine pointed out how the Mother said that a “legion of angels” will lead/guide Mel to destroying the district/all immortals and potentially it could start from that single chick

It seems bipedal almost so it could be a Virtue-Angel mix abomination. Someone on YT mentioned how it could be the Mecha pope or some form of mech-flesh abomination

SO FAR THATS ALL I HAVE CUZ I NEED TO SPEAK THIS OUT ESP TO MY FELLOW VIRTUE ENJOYERS I SEE U THERE

I mainly wanted to make this solely to yap how Diligence definitely will come back and be part of the main storyline/will be a very important antagonist compared to the other remaining Virtues bc I’m THAT desperate for Diligence but I thought why not try to dissect what else I’ve seen so far

If anyone has the poster plllsss share ur findings bc there’s a code that I can’t crack that’s on the roof of the flies in the middle👇👇

Also this thing here that someone decoded saying “It didn’t grow back���

Now to the “it didn’t grow back” part I’m still struggling on WHO this is meant to be? My brain is rlly all on Diligence but I can’t help but think that out of ALL the immortals who had their limbs blown up or ripped apart— none could compare to Diligence despite the end showing us his limbs are still intact.

Bc he’s the ONLY character to be shown having their limbs chopped off only to grow back as a sword. Tho it would be silly to point this to Joshua cuz man got his head splat by his ex friend😭 but what exactly is this message related to…? Idk…

[fazbearedits]

Speed drive ||Sam I am edit||

[sleepy-little-stars]

andy speaks: a very self-indulgent fic 😞 as a humanities girlie, I just rlly want my silly nerdy stem bf ☹️ hot nerdy stem bf pls pls pls come my way 🙏 zayne will have his version of this too!! bcuz muehehe why have one stem bf when u can have two. TWO?! 😻 n poseidon raf is in the drafts 🙂‍↕️

stem bf!caleb who’s such a nerd trapped in a hot guy’s body, it drives you insane. he could be standing in front of you looking all hot with that pilot uniform of his but the moment he opens his mouth? you just wanna jump him there and then. 

“how much do you love me?” caleb hums in response to your question. he has his arms around you, swaying the both of you ever so slightly from side to side. 

“honestly? like about 9.8 meters per second squared. in other words, gravity is pulling me towards you.” he grins before leaning in to kiss your cheek. 

“could’ve just said you love me to the moon and back.”

“flowery words are your thing, sweets. not mine.”

stem!bf caleb who invites you for a date night at his dorm.

you show up with snacks and a list of movies you want to watch with him, such as barbie because you are going to sit him down and explain how barbie is one of the best movies of the century and the message it conveys to women and little girls around the world— wait.. why is he surrounded with legos?

“what’s with the legos?” 

“it’s not just legos, pip. it’s the 7,500 pieces millenium falcon. come on, help me with it.” he pulled you down beside him on the carpet, your legs deposited on top of his lap and an arm enclosing you to his chest.

“so, you invited me here to make me do labor.” you grumbled seemingly annoyed yet the hand reaching out for the building manual says otherwise. caleb merely chuckles at your faux demise, pecking your temple. “don’t worry. we can watch barbie as we build. and.. we’ll do a powerpoint night tomorrow. deal?”

“deal.” and so you spent the entire night wrestling with tiny building blocks to help complete his beloved spaceship. 

stem bf!caleb who keeps every paper plane you give him. when unfolded, the paper is filled with your words of love dedicated to him. 

stem!bf caleb who is your very own human calculator. you always bring him with you during grocery runs so you can easily keep track of the total as you shop. 

“caleb, add this.”

“bread is $2.49.. your current total is now $11.27.”

“thanks, babe. now, let’s go get chips.”

stem!bf caleb who watches all your favorite films or shows in his free times. he remembers all the times you mentioned them in passing. 

“since when did you watch girl, interrupted?” 

“last night. you were talking about it the other day and i didn’t really know how to respond so i watched it. now, tell me all about lisa again. her character was really something— ah!” he got cut off by you throwing your arms around him and peppering his face with kisses.

stem bf! caleb who yaps about science theories during cuddle time. your head is on his chest, his arms tight around you.

“time slows down when the gravity increases. that’s what you call gravitational time dilation. like, imagine you’re on top of a very high mountain. time would pass faster for you than for someone at sea level because the gravity is weaker the farther you are from the center— babe?” caleb looks down, lips quirked upon seeing you dozed off. he pinches your nose, earning a sleepy whine from you. “stop.” 

“you promised to listen to me talk. are you breaking promises now, pip?” caleb leans closer to bite at your cheek, grinning widely when you push his face away. “i’ll let you yap later. nap comes first.”

“is that a promise?” 

“yes.”

“okay. i love you.”

“.. love you too.” 

“good night.”

“hm.”

“you know, einstein’s theory of relativity—” 

“sleep, caleb.” 

[screamlet]

tommy playing with buck's hair if it sparks joy pls 🙏

well......... i hope this sparks joy for someone. thank you for the prompt! don't ask how playing with buck's hair got us here. established bucktommy, 1.5k, future fic (1 year from now), mention of mcd, discussions about grieving, angst city. kind of inspired by my drabble about buck and his lightning strike anniversary. from the nonsexual acts of intimacy prompt list ---

As thunder rumbles in the distance, Tommy glares out the kitchen window. That's not cool.

Evan hears it, too, and looks up and around like it's coming for him. He can't blame him for thinking that, not in the slightest.

"See what I mean?" Evan asks. "Weather was fine yesterday, weather will be fine tomorrow, but tonight it has to rain, there has to be a storm."

Tommy leaves the vegetables he's chopping and pulls Evan into his arms, kisses his hair. "It'll be okay. We've got a plan."

There's a flash outside the window and then the lights go out.

"Fuck," Tommy mutters, holding Evan closer.

They had taken today and tomorrow off for the anniversary of Evan being struck by lightning/literally dying for 3 minutes and 17 seconds before slipping into a days-long coma that almost killed him (again). The plan had been to spend the day working on a really elaborate several-course dinner, enjoying all that work, and then watching the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy (extended edition) until Evan fell asleep.

Now there was a storm overhead and that plan was fucked. It was raining hard, huge sheets of rain beating steadily against Tommy's house. Evan had kept it together until Tommy rested a hand on the nape of his neck; that got him to give up the ghost and walk into his arms, letting himself be held.

"You don't have one of those big generators that powers an entire house, do you?" Evan asks.

"No, I'm not that much of a doomsday prepper, though maybe I should be."

Evan rubs his cheek against Tommy's chest. "Maybe you should be."

Tommy didn't have a generator, but he did have a huge camping lantern that lit up the living room in an admittedly spooky blue-toned light. Something else to look into: less creepy lightbulbs for his emergency lantern.

"At least we have charcuterie," Evan mumbles, his crackers and cheese and meats untouched on his plate. "And cheesecake."

"That's a pretty decadent meal," Tommy replies. "Nothing says hell yeah I'm alive like charcuterie and cheesecake."

Evan nods as he reclines against Tommy's chest. "Aren't you going to ask me?"

"Ask you…"

"What it was like to die." Evan looks up. "Have you ever died?"

"Haven't had the pleasure," Tommy says. "Do you want to tell me?" Tommy kisses the top of his head, then rests his hand in Evan's hair. "Do you remember what happened?"

Evan wraps his arms around Tommy's waist. He relaxes a little as Tommy touches his curls, relaxes even more as Tommy runs his nails along his scalp. He can feel Evan relaxing bit-by-bit with every stroke of Tommy's fingers through his hair, the gentle touch along his shaved sides. His fingers trace not his ear, but behind his ear, the curve of his neck, his jaw, a long road trip that tickles at the edge of his jaw. Evan loves to be kissed there, but Tommy running his thumb along that spot, the bolt of his jaw, gets him to laugh and squirm. Tommy remembers that as his hand goes back into Evan's hair and starts again: nails along his scalp, gentle tugs on his curls to show Evan that he's here, not alone.

"I remember too much," Evan says slowly. "I remember climbing in the rain, how hard it was raining. I remember this stillness, this pocket in the middle of all that rain. I remember this weird sound, like—tension, electric, all at once. I think I knew it was going to happen before it happened."

"And then…"

"And then everything went white. I felt the shock and it hurt, it hurt, and then… then it was over. Like shutting off the lights."

Tommy rests his hand on Evan's head and kisses the top again, rests his cheek there. His heart hurts. It aches to hear the story, but it aches more at Evan's voice, the fear still in it. It's been two, three years? It sounds like the memory's burned in there.

"I had a dream and Bobby was in it, but he was dead."

Tommy stops. Soon it'll be a year since Bobby died; he didn't know Evan had already dreamed it, or something like it.

"Did you know Bobby was an alcoholic? Other stuff, too? Before he came to LA."

"I knew he was sober," Tommy says. "I didn't ask about the rest."

Evan nods. "Hen and I, he relapsed when I was a probie, and we got him help. We helped him. He was in my dream, though, kind of my guide I guess. He was—if I didn't—if I hadn't been at the 118, he would have died, is how my dream went. He needed me like I needed him."

Tommy's hand opens, making the same trip along the side of Evan's hair, down his jaw and neck, his hand resting on Evan's chest. Evan takes his hand and clutches it to himself as he leans more against Tommy.

"I don't know what to do with that," Evan says quietly. "I know it's just a dream, it's just in my head, it never happened—I never told Bobby about this, not ever. But I guess I think it's true. He wouldn't have lived if he didn't have me to be a menace, to look after, to guide, and now—now I don't have him. I don't know what I'm supposed to do today now that he's not here."

"What did you used to do? When he was here. You told me you went over to Maddie and Howie's, but what about last year when—"

When I wasn't here.

"We had found Maddie after she was kidnapped," Evan says. "And I had just moved all my stuff into my new place, and then—then I saw you again."

Tommy clutches Evan's chest a little. "That all happened around the same time? Maddie's kidnapping, your anniversary, you and me hooking up?" Evan nods against him. "Shit. Maybe next year we just skip the month of March."

Evan laughs and lets go of Tommy's hand, so Tommy rests it in his hair again. "It's tough. But I went to Maddie's anyway, crashed in the spare room. They needed the help with Jee while Maddie was recovering, so I—I had different things to be sick about."

Tommy wraps him up and kisses his birthmark. "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you last year, not the way you needed it."

"It's okay," Evan says softly. "We made it back to each other."

"We did." Tommy kisses him again. "How are you feeling? What else do you want to get off your chest?"

Evan's quiet again, this time for a while, before he curls up against Tommy's chest again. "I went to church a couple of times after Bobby died. To his church. Went to Mass by myself, just me."

Tommy nods. "How'd it make you feel? Is that something you want to do again?"

"It was quiet and cold, I don't know why they blast the air conditioner like that," Evan says. "I remembered in my coma dream Bobby had his rosary and was praying for me and I wondered if that would help me. I don't know the prayers but I know there's 10 in each set, so I counted off on my knuckles. 10 things I miss about Bobby. 10 things I wish I'd said to Bobby. 10 things I wish he'd told me. 10 things I wish we could still do together. 10 things I wish he'd do for me."

Tommy doesn't realize he's crying until a tear drips onto the hand in Evan's hair. He rubs his cheeks dry and rests his hand in Evan's hair again. "Did you have answers for all of those?"

"Not all of them, but I stayed for a long time counting them off." Evan sounds congested, so he sniffles hard. "You know, this is the least miserable today's ever been. Seriously."

"Because you're not watching The Lord of the Rings tonight?"

Evan laughs. He sits up, but keeps himself pressed to Tommy's side. "I finally—you make me feel—I—"

Their eyes meet, darker blue to lighter blue in this dark and blue-lit room, this pocket of the storm.

"I'm glad I have someone. I'm glad I have you. I love you." Evan's eyes go watery as his lip trembles. "I'm so glad I have you. I'm so glad I didn't die, Tommy. I'm so glad I found you."

And Tommy had never been hit by lightning, but he didn't have to be to understand Evan: a man standing on the thinnest edge of the loneliest cliff, hoping something would pull him back.

"I love you," Tommy whispers, kissing his mouth, his hand in Evan's hair. "I'm so glad I found you."

[asratery]

Miguel O’Hara x Spider-Man!Male Reader

You were a member of the spider society, rising quickly to be part of the small circle of Miguel’s most valued members due to your agility and strength even with your strong, tall stature. You and Miguel had a complicated relationship. At least on his end. The man was curious about your quiet nature and selfless behavior. You were a man of few words, being both a Spider-Man as well as hosting a symbiote from your world. You had a dedication to the cause that could compare with Miguel, even placing it over your physical health. Today, Miguel’s carelessness as well as your lack of self care would hit you like a truck.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

cw: masturbation (male), hand obsession, size diff (mentioned), sexual tension (?), sexual implications, use of y/n

Please give criticism 🙏 this is my first time writing as a whole so I’m so sorry if the format is weird and/or if the summary is ass. ALSO THIS IS REALLY LONG (imo) SO I APOLOGIZE. 😭 And pls tell me if i should make a part two. (edit: okay, i calculated and its 5.2K words lmao... my bad)

You don’t remember the last time you visited HQ or even your own dimension. You’d been traveling to various earths and hunting down located anomalies per Miguel’s order.

Your physical conditions were never a worry to you while on your expeditions, simply stitching up whatever injuries you endured before carrying on. Miguel would protest to this behavior of yours, requesting that you return back to HQ for proper medical attention, but you’d quickly dismiss his precautions, having Venom keep your injuries wrapped under it’s tar-like material to avoid bursting any stitches when you were busy tackling your objectives.

You rarely fully involved Venom in your missions. It never objected to your request to remain tucked away while you worked, understanding that you preferred to rely on your own strength to take down opponents.

Miguel sent you on a new array of missions about two weeks ago. They were rather easy for someone of your skill, though it did get annoying when one enemy turned into two, then three, and so on in just one mission. These hiccups never stunted your performance, but they didn’t fail to stress Miguel out. You didn’t fully understand why the man was so anxious whenever you’d go on your missions. He never showed the same worry for the other members of the Spider Society, so what was so different about you?

Miguel had been spending most of his days in his office since you left, his earpiece being filled with the sounds of battle as you took down anomalies on the other end. You preferred not to speak, but with Miguel’s insistence, you were forced to make some noise for him every so often to ease his nerves, whether it be a grunt or a hum. Depending on your mood, some days you’d find it to be overbearing and on better ones, you’d find it to be almost comforting.

‘What is wrong with me.’ Miguel thought to himself, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He’d been sitting in his office chair, clicking around on his keyboard as he watched your marker on the map traveling miles in minutes as you moved around a random Earth, searching for a rumored anomaly. Everything had been going well until he’d heard you breathing heavily on the other end as you stopped to rest for a moment, you raspy pants tickling his ear. He’d immediately dismissed Lyla as he felt his pants tighten at the noises you made, resting his hand over the forming tent in his suit. Fuck, he had to hear your voice. He needed to.

“Y/n? You alright?” Miguel spoke through the earpiece, trying to hide the shakiness in his voice. Y/n didn’t reply with words, opting to hum in acknowledgement. No, that wasn’t enough for Miguel. “Y/n?” Y/n groaned in annoyance at his insistence, but the noise was like heaven in Miguel’s ear. Much more than what he was requesting. “I’m fine.” Y/n replied curtly before continuing his search, his stationary marker starting to move on the map again.

Miguel’s mind was already wandering when he heard y/n groan, but hearing your voice after radio silence for days? He already had a fantasy forming in his head now. There were too many days where you’d hover over him as he briefed you on an upcoming mission, his mind muddled with ideas of you bending him over the table, ripping his suit open and just fucking him over the surface. “Y/n.” Miguel unintentionally groaned out as he pulled his pants down just enough to release his cock from its confines.

“Hm?” Y/n responded in an undertone, oblivious to the intentions behind Miguel’s voice. Miguel pressed a hand over his mouth. He didn’t mean to call your name aloud. “Y-You’re approaching the signal.” Miguel spoke quickly, his heart fluttering at his slip up. You hummed in acknowledgment, a bit confused on why he had to announce it since he equipped your wristwatch with a mini map, but you dismissed it. Miguel quickly muted his mic on the earpiece to avoid making the same mistake. He looked down at his semi, the cool air making it all the more sensitive.

He dipped one of his hands down, sliding his thumb over the slit of his cock as the other turned the volume up on his earpiece, listening to your heavy breathing as you swung through an abandoned city. “Fuck, please.” Miguel murmured under his breath, his eyes fluttering shut as he slid his hand down his length, imagining your larger, calloused hands in its place.

He had to lower the volume of his earpiece to near silence, the sound of the wind hitting your side of the mic disrupting his thoughts. Miguel lightly gripped his cock, sliding his hand back up to the tip, a bead of pre forming at the motion. Gods, he needed to just tell you, but he knew it wasn’t that simple. You were nearly ten years younger than him, being only 23 years old compared to his 30 years of age. You wouldn’t want someone as old as him, much less a man. You probably had women clinging to your arms in your world, and the thought evoked a flare of jealousy in his chest.

Fuck, what would you think of him if you saw him like this? Thrusting into his hand at just the sound of your voice and faraway fantasies.

You’d been making rounds around this damned city. The place was desolate but somehow a fellow spider managed to spot an anomaly when they accidentally entered in the wrong number in an attempt to portal to their own world. Your wristwatch was picking up on a thermal presence, yet you just couldn’t find it. ‘I swear, if it’s underground, I’m dragging Miguel here to take care of this, multiverse be damned.’ You thought to yourself as you swung between rusting skyscrapers.

Your thoughts were cut off by your watch beeping, detecting a thermal signal in close range. That’s weird. You’d already scoured this area. It must’ve moved in the time that you were on the other side of the city. Your eyes were focused on the watch too closely to notice another presence approaching your side. Another anomaly. Wonderful.

Your senses kicked off but it wasn’t as quick as this creature. You were already airborne before you were launched through the window of a skyscraper you were passing, a rib cracking under the pressure your left side endured. ‘Light work.’ You thought to yourself as you kicked up off the floor of the office level you landed in, planting your feet down before launching out the side you were thrown into. You swung your way up to the roof of the high rise, your eyes scanning the surrounding area for the anomaly.

A figure darted across the street below, prompting you to jump off. You never voiced it, but you always loved the adrenaline rush that came with hunting down anomalies. You were a bit surprised at the lack of noise on Miguel’s side of the earpiece, but the thought was quickly brushed aside as you broke your fall with your webs before running into the building the figure was seen entering, your watch leading the way. You ran down multiple sets of stairs, the rapping of the creatures claws along the tiled floor guiding you along.

You shot a web at the side of the creature from the top of the stairway before it could round a corner. You yanked it towards you, disregarding the fact that your feet lost contact with the floor as the two of you met in the middle, tumbling down the stairwell with your bulky arms wrapped around the damned thing. You were able to land a few punches against the hybrid’s feathered body before you were forced to focus on its talons sinking into the muscles of your thigh. You hissed in pain, forming claws on your own hands with Venom’s help before gripping its ankle with one hand and stabbing your claws into the scaled skin above it.

The fucking thing screeched and gods was it loud, nearly forcing Venom to recede back into you before it used its other clawed foot to hit your chest, slamming your back into the stairwell. You gritted your teeth in pain, a drip of blood dripping down your mask from the cut on your brow due to the previous fall. The creature rounded the corner immediately, disappearing from your sight. ‘Of course it’s smart.’ You thought to yourself begrudgingly, your muscles a bit tense from the mission you just pursued prior to entering this world. “Miguel.” You spoke into your mic. No response. No time to wait.

You quickly got to your feet before darting around the corner, suddenly realizing the setting. Of course it lured you to a fucking subway. You were quick on your feet, jumping down to the railway platform before darting down the tunnel, your sharp ears picking up on the sound of the creature’s claws scratching against the metal of the railing as it ran from you. You’d ran so far that you made it to another underground subway stop, spotting a new creature lingering in the area.

‘Here’s the second fucker.’ You thought to yourself as Venom reformed claws around your fingers. You jumped from the railway up to the tiled floor of the platform. The creature spotted you, quickly leaping at you as you returned the gesture. You noted the difference in strength in this one compared to the first anomaly you came across, easily overpowering this one. Just when you were about to sink your claws into its neck, you were launched off to the side, slamming into a solid wall behind you. Another rib cracked at the impact. Wonderful.

The first bastard was back. The two creatures stood side by side as you used the wall as support to rise to your feet. The two freaks of nature stalked around you before launching forward.

“Venom.” You growled out. It didn’t hesitate, enveloping your body in its black tar-like body. You immediately threw the stronger one back, sending it over the platform and onto the railway as you focused your attention on the weaker anomaly.

You were able to land a multitude of hits on this one, weakening it. Just when you were about to stab your claws into its chest, the stronger one recuperated, releasing a deafening scream that incapacitated you, forcing Venom to recede back inside you. The ground shook from the scream, the beams at the subway shaking as dust fell from the ceiling.

‘Fuck, I need to focus on that one or this rusty building is going down on all three of us.’

You were alone now, the scream forcing Venom to retreat. You made circles with the creature, the weaker of the two still recovering on the floor. You made the first move, webbing the feet of the anomaly to the floor before landing a kick straight in its chest.

The creature slammed against another beam. Fuck. Bad move. The ceiling shook again, an unsettling sound of creaking above them. The building was going to collapse at this rate. You needed to keep these two down here while getting back to ground level so you wouldn’t get stuck or worse, killed under the rubble.

“Miguel.” Silence. What the fuck was he doing right now? Just when you were about to approach the now weakened anomaly, you felt the muscle in your thigh tense. You dropped one knee, accidentally slamming it against the tiled floor. You gritted your teeth, the muscle cramping from overworking yourself. Miguel had warned you, and now you were experiencing the outcome. In the midst of Venom attempting to reform around you, you were tackled from behind. The second one was back up.

You swung your now clawed fingers back, moving to plunge your hand into the chest of this anomaly. You were cut short as the other let out another ear-piercing screech, forcing Venom to retreat yet again. The entire bottom level shook now. ‘This building’s going down.’ You thought to yourself. “Miguel,” you shouted into the earpiece, “I need backup, I’m under the apartment buildi—,” your words were cut short as the infrastructure gave out, sending you into darkness.

Miguel was in the midst of cleaning himself up when he heard the low sound of a rumble on the other side of his earpiece. He immediately raised the volume on his earpiece. ‘Shit, shit shit,’ he though to himself, ‘I wasn’t paying attention.’ “Y/n, what’s your status?” Miguel quickly spoke into the mic, turning Lyla back on. Lyla’s hologram reappeared, about to crack a joke before noticing Miguel’s panicked expression as he looked at his monitors, rapidly typing on the keyboard. “Shit—Lyla, call Jess and Hobie to HQ now,” he said quickly before shouting into the earpiece, “Y/n, give me a status update!” Silence. A deadly silence that was interrupted a few minutes later by the sound of a weak wheeze. Y/n.

“Fuck, y/n, what’s your status?” Miguel spoke quickly into his earpiece as he connected the audio to a walkie-talkie. Jessica entered Miguel’s office, Hobie following a few feet behind her. You couldn’t get a word out, a piece of rubble pressing against your torso, cutting your breaths short. Another weak wheeze, this time coming from the walkie. Jessica froze at the noise before quickly swinging up to Miguel’s platform. “Who is that? Is that—Don’t tell me that’s y/n.” She said quickly. Hobie was already analyzing the holographic map on Miguel’s desk, typing the coordinates for your marker into his wristwatch before creating a portal. “Let’s go.”

You let out another weak wheeze, groaning in pain when the rubble shifted. Your right ankle was stinging, likely sprained, and your knee cap fractured from it hitting the tiled floor prior to the collapse. Your side felt wet and the rebar poking out of a chunk of concrete next to you easily explained why. The screech from the anomaly must’ve ruptured an eardrum, since you could feel the ticklish trickle of blood leaking out of your ear. Your earpiece was knocked out, hidden somewhere in the rubble that pinned you down as you heard the distant sound of Miguel’s panicked voice coming from it. ‘Wonderful timing, boss.’ You thought to yourself as you let out a pained coughed, your throat coated in dust. Your vision started to fade in the midst of you trying to count how many fractures your ribs incurred.

The trio wasn't enough to get you out of the rubble, having to call over a dozen other spider people to aid in the search for you. The only thing keeping Miguel’s hopes up was the presence of a pulse that your wristwatch was picking up, Lyla closely monitoring it for any changes as per Miguel’s orders. He could feel his heart cracking at the edges at the sight of a few spider people gently pulling your unconscious body from under the rubble. They immediately applied pressure to your side due to a large gash from a piece of rebar as Miguel quickly opened a portal back to HQ, rushing you to the medical wing of the building.

Your eyes were hazy when you opened them, taking a few moments to adjust to the bright hospital lights, though the dizziness stayed. You reached a hand up to the nasal cannula, taking note of the tug from the IV in your arm. An IV. A cannula. Bright lights. You hated hospitals with a passion. You shot up in the bed, your body wracked with pain from both a terrible concussion as well as the broken ribs. Strong hands firmly gripped your shoulders, gently guiding you to lay back down on the bed as a soothing voice murmured to you, though you couldn't make out the words. You complied, reluctantly, though majorly because you didn't have the strength to protest.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you focused on a breathing technique to try and ease some of the pain from your array of broken and fractured ribs, though the pain was still agonizing even when you inhaled. Thank god for your pain tolerance, or this could be a lot more unbearable than it already is. You could faintly hear Miguel's unintelligible voice, but he kept a low tone to accomodate your ruptured eardrum. You felt soft fingers stroking the top of your left hand. Jess. She was on your left, Miguel on your right. You could feel a weight on your left leg. Pavitr. Gods, the boy looked up to you like you were an older brother to him. You couldn't imagine how stressed he must be to see you in this state.

You opened your eyes again after about ten minutes, slowly blinking as you let your eyes adjust to the harsh lighting above you. After you finally gained a good enough level of clarity, your sharp eyes began darting around the room, grabbing every little detail you could pick up without tilting your concussed head. You made eye contact with Jessica, who was tracing soft patterns into your forearm as she looked at you, a soft look in her eyes. She was like an older sister to you in a way, and even though you never acknowledged this, she knew.

Your eyes shifted over to Pavitr, who was sat in a chair closer to the end of the bed, practically hugging the lower half of your left leg. You had a brace around your right ankle and could feel the tight gauze wrapped around your thigh, hidden under the blankets. Your abdomen felt very snug, being tightly wrapped in gauze as well due to what you assumed was that wet feeling on your side from when you were under the rubble. The cut on your brow had a stitch and your lip was busted.

You could feel the tickle of Miguels breath against your upper arm, but you never looked over at him. His left hand was gripping your thick tricep like a lifeline while his right remained intertwined with yours. You refused to look at the man, and rightfully so. Had he been paying attention instead of getting distracted by god knows what, you wouldn't be in this uncomfortable situation. "Summary?" You asked Jessica in a raspy voice, your eyes were half-lidded as they focused on Pavitr's sleeping figure.

Miguel answered for Jessica. It ticked you off. You didn't want to hear his voice right now. "Sprained ankle, laceration in your right side, two fractured ribs, three broken, grade three concussion, gash in your right thigh, fractured knee cap, and a few cuts and bruises," Miguel replied quickly, "your lung collapsed, so you had a chest tube in but it was removed yesterday morning." You had a question on the tip of your tongue, but you knew Miguel would answer it before Jess could. "You've been out for six days." Miguel murmured, unknowingly answering said question. "We were worried sick." Bullshit. You had to resist the urge to say it aloud. This wouldn't have happened had he been paying attention and heard at least one of your three call outs.

Jess could see the anger flickering in your narrowed eyes as you focused on Pavitr again in an attempt to calm your nerves. She could feel your fingers twitching against her hand as you took quiet breaths. She was sure Miguel could feel the motions in your fingers too, since the man had his hand tightly threaded with yours. You didn’t have energy to be angry right now. You could feel a wave of exhaustion coming over you, making your eyelids heavier than they already were. You succumbed to the feeling, your eyes slowly shutting.

‘He didn’t even look at me.’ Was a repetitive thought in Miguel’s head over the next few weeks. He took notice in that behavior. How could he not? He didn’t blame you, but it didn’t stop him from feeling a flicker of jealousy when he saw you and your goddamn face on the cameras and how you looked at all the spider people who visited you with kindness. You even gave little smiles to a few with that pretty face of yours—Fuck, he needed to talk about that.

Miguel didn’t get too many chances to visit you throughout the weeks and when he did manage to, you were already asleep by the time he got there. He’d pull a chair next to your bed, staring at you in ways he didn’t could only dream of compared to when you were awake. He'd spend a few hours every other night just… analyzing you. Counting every vein that traveled up your forearm, staring at the thick lashes on your lower waterline, the broad chest that peeked out of your hospital shirt—Gods, how could you be equal parts pretty and handsome?

Tonight was the same routine, Miguel had snuck into the medical wing way past visiting hours, slinking into your hospital room. He stood in the doorway, listening to the quiet whistling sound your nose made when you inhaled as confirmation that you were asleep. He stepped in, sliding the door shut behind him before grabbing a chair at the entry, picking it up and gently setting it on the floor at your bedside.

He took a seat before pulling a small metal object from his pocket. A nail clipper. Miguel had noticed that your nails had gained a bit of length, not much, but enough for him to notice. Definitely not because he wanted a reason to touch your hands. He carefully sat himself on the edge of your hospital bed before gently lifting your hand that still had an IV in it.

The horny bastard nearly moaned at how heavy your hand felt in his. How were you so strong? You barely had free time to work out with how often you were hunting anomalies and there was no way chasing those guys alone would be enough, right? He carefully set your hand on his thigh, the warmth emitting from you causing a smile to spread across his face. Gods, this felt wrong.

The room was silent besides the occasional clicking noise of the nail clipper as he worked through your first hand, making sure to carefully round the edges of your nails. Your hands were so nice, saliva pooling in Miguel’s mouth that he had to swallow down as he ran the pads of his fingers over every vein that traveled up the top of your hand. His mind was wandering and god your fingers were thick. The thoughts came before he could stop them, imagining you sliding your heavy digits into his mouth, coating them in his saliva before sliding them inside him one by one—

Miguel leaned over you, gently lifting your untreated hand to rest in his before he began repeating the same ministrations he gave to the first. The closer proximity made the scent of you in his nose even stronger. Your musk was a bit of everything: comforting, arousing, warm, familiar. If he could have it as a cologne, he would. ‘Fuck, is something wrong with me?’ Miguel thought to himself as he leaned towards you, his nose inching closer to the pulse in your neck.

He couldn’t help himself, gently laying your hand back in its original position before dipping down, pressing his nose against the delicate skin of your neck. ‘Something’s wrong with me.’ He inhaled deeply, having to suppress a moan in his throat at the smell of you. He planted his hands next to your hips. Oh my god, speaking of which, your hips just seemed to move so fluidly with you when you walked. It wasn’t like you were just blatantly swaying them, but Miguel noticed the way they seemed to rise and lower in sync with your bulky thighs as you moved around his office.

‘You’re tempting me on purpose, you have to be.’ Miguel thought to himself as he indulged further, letting the tip of his cold nose press against the side of your throat as he breathed you in. ‘I’ve never acted like this about anyone in my life before. Why’re you so easy to obsess over?’ Miguel found himself watching the medical wing’s security cameras in his time, watching as you walked in the hall with Jess, using the wall as a slight support. You looked like a leviathan in the hallway, your tall, broad stature taking up a large portion of the hall and dwarfing Jessica. You had no idea how arousing just the sight of you was.

Miguel’s thoughts were cut off by the feeling of your firm, calloused hands wrapping around his waist, spreading your warmth to those areas. Miguel nearly choked on his breath, absolutely refusing to meet your gaze right now. He couldn’t look you in the eyes. God no. You just caught him in the fucking act.

Miguel kept his head tucked under your chin, a warm feeling coiling in his gut at the realization that your hands wrapped nearly entirely around his waist. How the hell was that even possible? The man was 6’9 yet you managed to make him feel small. How were you even possible? Oh my god, he couldn’t even imagine the view you’d get if you were to wrap those hands around his waist, keeping him in place as you pounded into hi—

“Miguel.”

You felt your hand twitch at the feeling of something cold brushing against your neck. A nurse? Or maybe just a nip of the cold breeze that carried throughout the wing? Nope. ‘Y/n.’ You weren’t thinking that. Why would you repeat your own name? Oh right, you aren’t alone in your body. ‘Venom?’ There was a moment of silence in your conscious. ‘That… man is here again. The human. The weird one.’ ‘Miguel?’ A beat of silence yet again. Venom didn’t like saying the man’s name, preferring to lightheartedly insult him when describing him. You’d always brushed off Venom’s insistence that Miguel had a thing for you. ‘He’s touching you. Again.’ It’s voice was a hiss. ‘What?’

You woke up before you could get a response, your eyes quickly adjusting to the dark room, Miguel’s sturdy figure illuminated by the moonlight peeking into the room. You could feel him twitch and his breath catch when you wrapped your hands around his noticeably narrow waist. Why you chose his waist, you didn’t know, the motion being almost instinctual. You could tell he didn’t want to look at you. How could he, when you just caught him practically burying his face into your neck? You had to break the silence, as much as you hated speaking.

“Miguel.”

Silence in response to your husky voice. You slid your hands up his waist, gripping the sides of his chest before pulling him away, taking note of how your thumbs pressed into the plump edges of his pecs. Miguel’s eyes were trained on your neck as his hands rested against the large muscle of your shoulders. His face was red. So red. This wasn’t Miguel. This didn’t look like the man who so easily scolded others and had a resting bitch face for hours on end. Or at least it didn’t look like it.

“Miguel.”

Your voice was a lot firmer this time, catching Miguel’s full attention as he slowly looked up at you, an innocent look in his eyes. Who was this? Surely this wasn’t the leader of the Spider Society in your hospital room. Who was this little minx that slinked into your room while you were unconscious? “Explain yourself.” You wanted to say more, but the soreness of your throat said otherwise. “I-I was cutting your nails.” Miguel’s voice was shaky. You never heard the man like this before. “And?” You asked inquisitively. He was silent, his eyes darting between each of your sharper ones. “And I was… checking your pulse…?” Miguel’s voice was nearly silent now, an obvious hesitation in his voice.

“You’re a wonderful liar, boss.” You stared him down, your piercing gaze practically demanding an answer. “I was smelling you.” He whispered it so quietly, you almost didn’t pick it up with your still recovering eardrum. “Why?” “Because… because I missed you.” Miguel’s voice was a murmur. Missed you? Why the hell did he miss you? “You wouldn’t miss me if you had been paying attention.” You had to address the elephant in the room.

“Y/n—” “No. Explain to me. Because I called out to you thrice and I got zero response.” Not now, not yet. Miguel wanted this conversation to wait till you were fully recovered. His eyes darted to the door he came in through, but you quickly caught on, sliding your hands down to his waist again and tightening your grip. Oh fuck, Miguel had to suppress a whimper at the feeling. “I-I was busy with Lyla and—” “It’s an earpiece. You would’ve heard me. Meaning you either removed it or muted it. Explain why.” “Y/n, please, you should really just—” “What were you doing that was so important?”

Miguel’s mind was reeling. A part of him wanted to run from this conversation but the other was loving the sound of your voice and the feel of your firm grip on his waist. “Y-You should just go back to be—” “Shut up.” Gods, you had an authority in your voice that silenced him immediately. The feeling of your firm finger wrapped around his waist had him tensing his arms, pleading with his body to send the rushing heat elsewhere.

“Miguel. I will tell Lyla to pull up the cameras in your office myself. Or I’ll send Venom to.”

There was no running from this. No way in hell. “I-I was touching myself.” There. It was out now. He said it. Were you happy? Who knows, cause Miguel screwed his eyes shut the moment he said it. “Touching yourself…” Your voice was lower, and had a hint of anger and confusion in it. “Yes.” Miguel practically gasped out the word, his face flaming in his embarrassment. He’d rather just tell the man then have him watch it himself on the cameras. “You expect me to believe that? That you were touching yourself? We were talking and then suddenly you went radio si—…Miguel.” Fuck, fuck, fuck. You connected the dots. Miguel wanted to crawl into a hole.

“Explain it. Now.” Miguel was quick in his response. “Y-You were breathing, and every fucking piece of audio was picked up, and-and I felt this heat in me. And then you groaned and I just—I just…” Your grip tightened around his waist again and Miguel couldn’t help it, letting out a soft whimper at your touch. “You couldn’t help yourself.” You murmured. Miguel nodded his head in shame, opening his eyes again, though they remain focused on your neck again.

“Miguel.” His eyes snapped up to yours, an unmistakable heat in your husky voice. “Go lock the door.”

Miguel stood so quickly that the chair next to your bed nearly got knocked over.

So… are we feeling a part two? 😏 or was this ass? Cause I’ll stop rn. Lmao.

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[proseka-headcanons]

ok wait minokasa headcanons cuz i got minokasa brain rot rn lol

minori:

transman (he/she) bisexual with fem lean

calls tsukasa “tsutsu” sometimes cause he reminds her of those disney tsumtsum plushies (PLS TELL ME SOMEONE REMEMBERS THOSE)

sometimes sneaks tsukasa free mmj merch (has been caught more times than got away with it)

always tries to see every one of shows and feels guilty when he cant

tsukasa:

cis man (he/him) & gay

doesn’t have a nickname for minori like how he does for him but often calls her darling

love language is gift giving and will often get minori anything he even thinks about

has memorized multiple mmj choreographies

has an anonymous minori fan page

i might submit more when i’m not tired 🙏🙏🙏

MINOKASA YAOI 🗣️ 🔥

[therealms-number1angirl]

The Demon King Chapters 3-6

05/25/24

Chapter Three:

First Willo mention 🥹

This just makes the ending so much sadder 🤧

WTF???

Bird 😔 🪦

Han being awkward around a girl is so funny. He's so relatable.

There were so many hints 😭

That's mother 🫶

You know when a character is introduced as being so perfect there is no way they really are that good, and they're just gonna disappoint you? Willo is proof that that is not always the case ❤️

SHE WAS THE MOTHER THAT STEPPED UP!!!

Bird is gonna regret saying this if you know what i mean 😭

HE IS RIGHT AND HE SHOULD SAY IT!

Han, you slut (affectionate)

BABY GIRL 😖 (Gavan when i catch you 😤)

Dancer didn't even know yet 😖

Chapter Four:

I remember that this was the chapter I started reading the book again. It was a Friday and I had actually stolen this book from someone else's hold, so I knew that I had to finish it soon before they missed it. So, I sat in my 8th grade homeroom and started reading.

Cinda did such a good job of showing us just how different Han and Raisa's lives were with the smallest of sentences. Like, Magret telling Raisa that her old clothes being sent to Ragmarket being equivalent to being thrown away to her, meanwhile that's how most people Han knows get clothes.

HOLY CRAP THEY GOT IT RIGHT 😭

Just giggling at Raisa looking over her room, knowing that it actually was Hanalea's old rooms.

Tears

Pls don't stick with that thought, Rai 🙏

Don't worry, Raisa. The guy that you picked will woo you up until you agree to marry him, and decades after that 🫶

I love her so much 🤧

She's so real for that

Fiona 😒

I wonder why 😒

QUEEN 👏

Bitch, know your audience 😭

All bow before the queen, Raisa ana'Marianna 🫶

Adam, you beautiful soul 👏

Micah being the first to bring up that the story of the Demon King isn't totally accurate is hilarious since the breaking was actually caused by his ancestors, not Han's. (Also, Raisa's reaction to him asking questions compared to Han telling her a completely different story that she's always known makes my heart fluttery)

Raisa has always been the smartest in the room, and I love that for her, but it also makes me sad for her

My note for the first mention of Vega is literally just "fufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufu--"

Chapter Five:

I have a very distinct memory of reading this part the first time. I had just got home that Friday, and was prepared to finish this by the end of the weekend. I locked myself in my family's living room and read this, even tho i didn't understand like half of the lore surrounding it.

That being said, this book is way more enjoyable now that I understand the lore about the demon king and the wars and the other realms.

🤭

Han is such a nerd (affectionate)

Oh, sweetie...

It just makes me happy, okay?

The pieces were always there 😭

Thanks a lot, Cinda. Now I'm crying again.

This is literally me and my grandma smh

This is why I have to give Raisa her props whenever I can, because my girl needs all the love she can get.

LMAO

I know it's been 6 years since i read this book, and i kinda sped through this one, but how did I forget this whole Southie plot line?

Quick question, what is the other realm? We know Fellsmarch, Arden, Tamron, We'enhaven, Bruinswallow, and this chapter reminded me of the existence of the Southern Isles, but what is the seventh one? It's not Carthis is it?

FIRST CAT MENTION, MY BABY GIRL <3

I'm not crying, you are 😭

Baby boy 🥺

Hanson, that is your future wife that you're talking about 😒

[tadpolesonalgae]

WEEWOO, CC, ACOTAR, AND TOG SPOILERS AHEAD as well as my own lighthearted opinions/ theories on sjm's work<3

ab what the other anon said, i also remember moriel being pretty big. there were a lot of really good theories and fanart at the time and sjm was leaving lil breadcrumbs in interviews that people were excited about if i remember correctly too.

but around that time a lot of authors, directors, etc started getting an increasing amount of backlash about the representation or lack thereof in their work, and sjm was one of them. so i think that influenced the hasty switch in mor :( which unfortunately led to me personally not enjoying it as much. as a queer woman who dates people regardless of gender it just fell really flat to me, which really sucked because i loved mor and i was super invested in her character at the time.

which isnt to say that i dont enjoy these characters, this is still a series i really enjoy reading even if i dont love it as much as tog or cc 😂

and now, about cc hehe, i read somewhere there were supposed to be 4 books, one for each house. And Sjm's confirmed the fourth book but hasnt said whether there will be more or not. Im curious to see what the plan is now that the asteri are dead tho, because i thought they would be the main antagonist of the series so maybe she'll introduce another?

and i totally agree with your criticisms ab cc as well. The lil crossover nuggets we got with aelin being the red comet (headcanon that her court would laugh a lil knowing that she was considered a bad omen in another world lol), the books, etc. But I honestly didn't expect to get a crossover from CC into acotar, i thought it would be more fun for acotar and tog to clash. (let aelin into helion's libraries i BEG of u sjm pls 🙏🙏)

(not to mention the crack theory that maybe maeve is why daemati exist, that maybe millenia ago she or other valg were in prythian?? the powers are described similarly in dorian's povs i cant even lie 😭)

PS sorry if my last post came off a lil mean ab acotar 😭 i reread it and was like why did i word it like that and felt a lil bad but shhhh we can pretend that didnt happen

PPS god yes lorcan showed elide everything and sjm really showed us nothing. i hope lucien makes up for it otherwise i think im gonna start gnawing at the bars of my enclosure.

PPPS elide, helion, cbmthy crackship? i dont think lorcan would be into it if helion was there 😂 (he doesnt seem like the type to share nicely)

-🤠

Warnings: a plenty lot of spoilers for CC, acotar, and ToG!

‘but around that time a lot of authors, directors, etc started getting an increasing amount of backlash about the representation or lack thereof in their work, and sjm was one of them.’

I think I’m glad I read acotar after that 🫤

It’s kind of lame if miss Maas did sprinkle in hints for Moriel and then suddenly changed it? Obviously someone will probably have a different stance on this to me, but personally I think if you have an actual story to tell, yes representation would be lovely just because I think if it’s done well it can be such a great way to nourish a story and add depth to it, but if it would conflict with the immersion and detail you already have in your story then I don’t think it’s necessary? I think ultimately I am happy Mor was written to like males and females, but I can understand the frustration if miss Maas was hinting at a pairing and then double back on it that would be so irritating :/

‘Im curious to see what the plan is now that the asteri are dead tho, because i thought they would be the main antagonist of the series so maybe she'll introduce another?’

I still haven’t finished CC3 but I have to agree with you because they seemed like such great antagonists??? They actually end up dead?? Okay I might actually finish the book now to find out how because I 100% thought they would be the main villains because, to be fair, they were excellently terrifying 😭 I think miss Maas did do an amazing job on coming up with creatures so obviously more powerful than the fae?

Although now the asteri are dead, it feels like if CC4 does some out it will either be a case of ‘oh, one survived’ or ‘they came back from the dead’ or she’ll just invent a new scare but either of those feels like it would be insincere and not thought out very well? I guess unless Maeve or Erawan somehow got shoved into the CC universe? that might be kind of cool? But I think if that was the case i’d want Maeve or Erawan to win 🫢 just for funsies and chaos 🫢

‘ i thought it would be more fun for acotar and tog to clash. (let aelin into helion's libraries i BEG of u sjm pls 🙏🙏)’

Oh my gosh yes that crossover would have been so amazing I would have loved to see that! Well, I would have loved to see them getting along with one another—I wouldn’t be able to read a crossover if they were fighting 😭

‘(not to mention the crack theory that maybe maeve is why daemati exist, that maybe millenia ago she or other valg were in prythian?? the powers are described similarly in dorian's povs i cant even lie 😭)’

Oh I’ve seen some stuff about Maeve and the Valg, like how her mind reading powers are described, and I think her eyes were supposed to be kind of similar to Rhys’? To be fair I’d be quite like for that plot line to be explored, it’s doesn’t sound as implausible as some other theories I’ve heard so I think it would be quite cool? Though I don’t know what effect it would have on the story?

‘PS sorry if my last post came off a lil mean ab acotar 😭 i reread it and was like why did i word it like that and felt a lil bad but shhhh we can pretend that didnt happen’

Babes don’t worry I literally didn’t think any of it was rude at all!

‘PPPS elide, helion, cbmthy crackship? i dont think lorcan would be into it if helion was there 😂 (he doesnt seem like the type to share nicely)’

I could imagine Helion pestering Lorcan though 😭 I think reader and Elide would get along so well oh my gosh I want to hug Elide so badly you don’t understand she’s definitely one of my favourite characters in ToG ☹️🫂

[just-gay-thoughts]

Im very new to this site

How do I navigate it's kinda confusing and my ADHD keeps seeing colors and I can't figure out how to use things

Help pls 🙏

First of all, hi, welcome to the party!

Okay you figured out asks so yay! If you haven't noticed, theres also a little toggle for anonymous asks if you ever wish to send those, if I remember correctly though you can't send pics and vids on anonymous.

Basic getting started advice: use the search to find tags that you're interested in, it can be Fandom or hobby interests or anything really. You can choose to follow that tag (the option should be in the search bar after you've searched it, if that makes sense) and random posts from the tag will show up on your feed from time to time. You can also go through and follow people who post a lot in that tag that you enjoy the content of. Basic rule of advice for following people is to do it as freely as you wish, but don't feel bad about unfollowing for any reason.

And this explanation is going to be scatterbrained as I mention things as I think of them so I do apologize for that lol

Make sure you go into your settings and set your dashboard preferences to not include 'in your orbit' (or do, but most have their dash in chronological order rather than the more algorithmic version), this way you see stuff just from people and tags you follow.

Great ways to find people to follow are by searching like mentioned before, but also if you notice someone you follow reblogging someone's posts a lot and you enjoy those posts, that can be a great way to find more people.

You yourself can post as often as you want but there's a couple things to be familiar with that would show up on your blog.

The first is likes, which can be turned off (if I remember correctly the option might be when you go to edit your profile)

The second is reblogs, this is how posts get spread around. I like to think of it like likes are you telling the op they did a good job, and a reblog is you running to show your friends what you just found. It is greatly encouraged to reblog things like art and gifsets if you liked them because of the lack of algorithm on this site.

The last is your own posts, there should be a round plus button on mobile (it's been a bit since I've been on desktop but I think it's at the top?) That will take you to the text editor. I didn't llan ahead so this is the only one I have pictures for :)

Things to note: very bottom has the ability to add links, gifs, photos, audio, polls, and the Aa let's you edit the way text appears. Just above that you can add tags, many use tags for organization (I tend to use #gay thoughts for many of my own posts, eith #gay asks being added when I'm answering an ask), but there's also a huge culture around talking in the tags. Many add thoughts about the post in the tags, as anything said in a reblog will always stay with that version of a post, but tags are only visible when viewed from the actual reblog theyre on.

The 3 dots in the corner give you some additional options for your post

You can post it now or later, change who can reblog it, who can blaze it(pay money for it to appear on a number of random peopl's dashes), all that jazz!

Sorry if anything was hard to understand, please let me know if you have any other questions!

[sungbeam]

EEEEEK ME TOO 🤭🤭 confession time pt. 2, I might have a platonic crush on you 😔💔 like I wanna be homies but at the same time I can’t have ppl knowing I read fanfics (irls or moots) cause I KNOW I’d get clowned on buT THEY JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND 🤧🤧 so, alas, WE are the true Romeo and Juliet 😔🙏

Like after I send an ask I do check in like every hour just to see if you responded yet DJGNIFN what can I say 🙄☝️

BUT AS LONG AS I CAN BE YOUR ANONYMOUS BESTIE THEN WE’RE SET 4 LIFE 😼🤞

(^ Why did I use so many emojis-)

And you’re right, Floor will be someone’s paralysis demon… MINE 💀

AND EEEEEK DON’T EVEN TALK TO ME ABT THE PROVERBIAL CAMERA CAUSE I CAN AND WILL NOT STOP TALKING ABT IT

ALSO YEAH IT WAS JUST A PIC NOT A VIDEO OF THE SCENE BECAUSE THAT SHOW IS SO WILD IF I WERE TO SHOW YOU A CLIP I THINK YOU’D START CRYING (Plot synopsis: boy tastes a girl in his class’ spit and then gets addicted to it cause she has like… addictive spit… essentially if he withdrawls from her spit then he could die 💀)

I WATCHED IT A LONGGGGGGGG TIME AGO SO I CAN’T REMEMBER EVERYTHING TOO WELL BUT THAT WAS PRETTY MUCH MOST OF IT LMAO IT WAS ENTERTAINING THO IF YOU WANNA TAKE A SHOT AT WATCHING IT 😭

NOT US ALSO HAVING THE SAME TYPE OF MENNNNNNNN (at least in txt) 🤪🤪🤪

And now hold awn world stop-

What did I just see with my two lil ol eyes

A SHIRTLESS,

TEASING,

HYUNJAE DRABBLE/FIC?????

Uh uh, uh uh, THAT WAS SO RUDE OF YOU LIKE WHY WOULD YOU MAKE ME IMAGINE THINGS LIKE THIS WITH A MAN I KNIW I CAN NEVER OBTAIN LIKE-

HAVE MERCY ON MY SOUL LIKE I WAS GENUINELY LIKE GIGGLING WHEN HE WENT IN FOR THE STRADDLE LIKE THIS I SICK GET YOUR C-CUP TIDDIES AWAY FRIM MY BOOK IM TRYING TO READ, LIKE???

Phew, everything abt Hyunjae makes my heart do somersaults istg-

But even if their storyline was there for plot convenience, I hope to see Quinn and Wren in the future!!! 😤😤

AND EEEEK LITTLE EPISODE ONE SHOT FOLLOW UPS WOULD BE SOOOO CUTE FOR CHANHEE’S LIKE I DEF SEE THE VISION AND I CAN’T WAITTTT

And the quote came from Rosemonde Gerard! “Aujourd’hui plus qu’hier et bien moins que demain,” from her poem “The Eternal Song”! It’s super sweet and it was addressed to her husband so I def recommend reading it! Man I love poetry unironically 🥹 I really hope I can find love as,,, lovely(😭) as that one day 🤧

- Love you forever + 1 day, 🌷 anon

PLS PLATONIC CRUSH FRFR ME TO ???? and it's okay bestie, none of the irls know i write or read fanfic cuz they really DON'T understand 😭 like i love my irls but they just don't TT anyways, it's totally okay that ur on anon, we can still be homies this way 😎 literally had one of my underclassmen in hs clown me for using blr instead of ao3, like IM SORRY THAT AO3 ISN'T EXACTLY INTUITIVE AND IM SLOW W TECH????? SHEESH— LMAO

omg i was just TALKING ABT SLEEP PARALYSIS DEMONS 🤩🤩🤩 one james ji chxngmxn !!! anyways—💀

.....uhm addictive spit.... okay 😃 not the greatest visual but ykw u like what u like ig 😭

THE PROVERBIAL CAMERA IS EVERYWHERE IM TELLING U I HAVE INTERNALIZED THE OBJECTIFICATION OF MY FEMALENESS SO MUCH THAT I IMAGINE WHAT PEOPLE SEE WHEN THEY SEE ME LIKE IM OBSERVING MYSELF AND IT TRANSLATES INTO MY FICS 🤡🤡🤡 like it says x reader, but really, she's just a puppet playing a role 😩🤘🏻

PLS. u have know idea how much EMOTIONAL DAMAGE HYUNJAE AND KEVIN HAVE BEEN DOING TO MY SANITY LATELY like wbk i have no dignity left, but my sanity is dropping into the negatives, the bar is in hell, and i am limboing under it 🤣🤣 i once read this thing abt the guy straddling the girl and i was like,,,, uhm,, hyunjae,,, haha,, get over here 😁

I HAVE ONE EPISODE OF THE CHANHEE THING READY BUT IM TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT ELSE I SHOULD DO LMFAOOO cuz the whole idea was literally just an excuse to write that oneshot 🤡💀 anyways, i'll prob think of something, i have all summer—

omg pls i too love poetry unironically like,, one day i will meet someone who makes me write lovey dovey poetry abt warm sunlight and quiet kitchens in the middle of nowhere and not the sad espresso depresso shit i write rn 💀🤣

BUT ANYWAYS !! may ur day be as beautiful as u r !! love u 🌷 mwah 😚

[chososcamgirl]

HEYHEYHEY SIGMA IYAAA I JUST FINSIHED MY WORK SO HERES MY OFFICAL DAILY UPDATEEEEE 😈‼️HOW WAS UR DAY SIGMA?? IM PRETTYYY SURE ITS LIKE 8AM RN WHERE UR AT SO RISE AND GRINDDD YK THE DRILL 🙏🔥🐺

ANYWAY HERES THE DAILY YAP

ARNRBEBEBHRBEBEJEBE I HATEEEEE MY ENGLISH REACHER SO MUCH BECAUSE TELL ME WHY I CHECKED MY GRADE AND SEE THAT IM LITERALLY FAILING ENGLISH?? SO I CHECKED TO SEE WHY I WAS FAILING.. NO MISSINF ASSIGMENTS.. As IN ALL MY WORK… WHY AM I FAILING??? I TRIED TO CHECK IN WITH MY GRADEBOOK AND IT DIDNT HAVE A FREAKING REASON RAJHHHH WHY AM I FAILING IF THERE IS NOTHING TO FAIL ME FOR?? I SWEAR SHES JUST MESSING WITH MY GRADE CUS SHE HATES ME.. SHES ALWAYS TARGETING ME IN CLASS TOOO ARHRHRHEBEJEHEH AND I HAVE HER TMRW. UGHHHH IM GONNA START TWEAKINGGGG I HATEEE ENGLISH SMMM SOMEONE GET ME OUTTTTTT… I NEED A BREAK FROM SCHOOL CUS IM ALWAYS SO TIRED AND ITS LITERALLY SO DRAINING BUT IF I GO TO THE COUNSELOR SHES GONNA TRY TO GET ME TO GET A DIAGNOSIS FOR SOMETHING ☹️☹️ AND ALSO I DONT WANT TO MISS CLASS SINCE I WANNA LOCK IN BUT LIKE.. ARGHHH SCHOOL IS SERIOUSLY KILLING MEEEE… NOT MY MOST SIGMA MOMENT RN.. JENENEJEJEBEB ANSWER I LOST MY STUDENT ID… BUT I HOPE UR SKIBIDI BC IF UR SKIBIDI THEN I CAN BASK IN YOUR ALPHANESS (or whatever the saying is) 😈🐺‼️BUT TRUSTTTT NEXT WEEK IS GONNA BE GOOD SINCE ILL BE MANIFESTINF (by BARKING AT THE MOON 🐺🤫🔥)

ALSO I NEED TO KNOW.. (QOTD⁉️⁉️) WHATS UR FAV MOVIE SERIES (not anime) ‼️‼️

KAYKAY HAVE A SKIBIDI ALPHA RIZZLER DAY 😈 BYE LOVE YOU SIGMA ALPHA 🙂‍↕️😘

- 🐺

HI ALPHA!!🐺🐺

YAYYY i love to see you on ur school grind😈😈🙌🙌 ITS 7:29PM RN!!! sorry for the late reply i was on my sjap grind😓 i think ur sleeping now alpha but when u wake up this will be answered 😈🐺 LETS GET INTO IT

istg ur english teacher is an OPP😒 it would’ve been on sight for her bc WHY IS SHE FAILING YOU WHEN YOU HAVE NO MISSING ASSIGNMENTS HELLO?? FOR NO REASON TOO? diabolical work. if this keeps on happening you should def talk to a higher up bc this happened to me in senior year. my eng teacher (who was the head of the department) was like BARELY passing me but the year before that my OTHER english teacher (also was the head of department but she retired that year) had me at the top of her class EVEN AT THE TOP OF THE YEAR LEVEL. like i literally got top of english that year but then when this other teacher came i failed my first assignment like what? istg they mark off of favouritism bc some of the shit i read from my peers that were supposedly marked higher than me was so ass like i’m sorry. but i don’t want that to happen to u so if it continues to happen pls talk to somebody abt it bc it’s actually unfair😭 if they get try to diagnose u with something just know it’ll be 100% sigma😈 you got this!! #lockin!! make the school ur omega🙂‍↕️🐺 I BELIEVE IN YOU!! i always feel skibidi after i read ur asks so i am skibidi rn which means UR skibidi🫵🫵 HELP NOT THE BARKING AT THE MOON😭 but yes i will also manifest that for u too <3

QOTD ANSWER‼️ hmm my favourite movie series would have to be wait i just looked at netflix i can’t choose just one SO I WILL GIVE U MY TOP 5!!

- alice in borderland (the wait for season 2 WAS SO EXCRUCIATING but so worth it)

- how to get away with murder (SO SO GOOD!!)

- brooklyn nine-nine! (it has a special place in my heart and such a funny show jake peralta i love you)

- pretty little liars (started watching it at the ripe age of 10 and fell in love with it, i revisit it often)

- AND YOU!! (just seasons 1 through 3 bc season 4 was ass lowkey didn’t even finish it😭)

also i want to watch suits but im gonna watch it after i finish bsd :3

TY FOR THIS ALPHA!! TELL ME UR FAVOURITES IN THE NEXT CHECK IN!! I HOPE U HAVE A GOOD DAY WHEN U SEE THIS AND REMEMBER TO MAKE SCHOOL UR OMEGA😈😈 ILY <333

[loud-sturniolos]

So I need to ramble about my ex “friend” bc this mf did some horrible shit recently and I have no one to talk to abt it‼️‼️ This is rlly long, and may not make sense, but yk drama is drama, read if u wanna🤷‍♂️ Also, ngl, I’m also toxic in this argument but idc😞‼️

Also I’ve said like a bajillion times but nobody does it; my asks are open for literally anything, like pls talk to me I’m lonely af😞 U can literally ask for drama and I will tell y’all some random ass drama from my life if u want js pls talk to me LMFAO🙏

SOOOOO This kid that I was “friends” with (more like acquaintances, I dont rlly do friends) is such a fucking bitch like if I see him im gonna fucking beat the shit out of him. He messages me like every few weeks out of nowhere about random shit as if we’re friends, so the other day I kinda snapped when he asked “how are you” and i was like “idk why you care, you literally never talk to me at all, you left me on delivered for 3 months when I had nobody then randomly showed up again and tried to act as if nothing happened” and that kinda started an argument but he was to much of a pussy to argue w me😞 (Haven’t had a proper argument in a good while icl). Anyways next day this snapchat accoumt messages me that I’ve had added since december but like idk who it is, they message me w a snap using a random ass filter and the caption “Damien you gave me an eating disorder” so OBVIOUSLY I’m fucking confused asf, bc what?? Who randomly claims someone gave them an eating disorder??? Like especially claiming I gave them one whilst I’m recovering from my own?? back tf up. but anyways im like “wtf, who r u? idk u” and they listed like a few basic things that anybody on my snap knows, and i said anyone would know that, and then this mf bitch goes “Well ik your real parents are druggies” (Long story short, im adopted bc my real mum was addicted to her dads meds, idk abt my real dad) and obviously im like SHOVKED bc i’d only ever told like 4 ppl abt this that I trusted (idrc now tho, ill tell the world tbh😞‼️) so im instantly like “wtf who r u??” and he tries to make a guessing game out of it?? Like what the actual fuck?? Making a game out of my personal life is like a straight up no? Anyways I start yk, stalking n shit bc bro wont tell me who they are and I see their user name has “bl00dy” in, what do I see on my quick add? Ex friends full name, on a different account BUT the username has “bl00dy” in (btw im not like censoring that, thats literally how they spell it in the user💀), so I’m instantly like Who does this ugly mf think they are adding me on a fake account to talk abt my real parents n shit like that, so I head on over to whatsapp bc thats where we message and i send a ss of the fake acc and i say “is this you”, he deny it, I tell him all the proof I have that it’s him (Same hair colour/length from the snap, identical usernames, same humour, same typing style) and he denies it.

Guess who messages me 20 minutes later confessing? he does. If u gonna lie at least keep up the lie like tf? Anyways, he confessed and I was obviously pissed off bc I trusted him with personal info abt my real parents yk?? And I basically tell him he’s a stupid fuck that needs to get a life and he goes “Maybe I went a bit too far.” A BIT?! A BIT TOO FAR?! No mf you went WAYYY too far. Anyways idk what happened adter that part bc whatsapp wont let me back on it bc my storage is HORRIBLE. But I have some screenshots and can remember a bit of it sooo..

Next thing I have is him telling me “Human error is a think yn, you might not be autistic” so obviously I go off at him for that umh.. I wrote a lot so I’ll js put in the screenshot

so yhh.. that part happened😽

Next thing I have screenshotted pissed me off so much y’all dont understand omg. So first, he called me a high school drop out and called me special n told me i got sent to a “special school”, basically mocking my mental health and autism?? When I tell you I know so much about his trauma, and his mental health that I could have brought up in that argument i swear. anyways, i told him how the school i go to now isnt a special school, and that I didnt get “sent” i literally chose to go there, and also I haven’t dropped out of high school bc im still enrolled in a school??? then he suddenly starts asking me abt what job I wanted to do when I’m older, so I tell him (Child protection officer or a detective) and he starts telling me how 1. I’d probably brag about making a child cry and thats a whole other fucking thing if i went on abt that this would be way too long. and 2. How I can never get the jobs bc I need science. Keep that shit in mind, SCIENCE. He starts telling me abt how to get the job i want, the job i’ve been researching into for 3 years, he js starts telling me abt how ill mever get it. Then he brings up how I need psychology for it. And he says how psychology is a science. When I tell u this mf stupid istg😞 So I have to go explaining to this dumbfuck that i do not, in fact, need a science degree i meed a psychology degree. Then he tries to tell me how detectives use chemicals and stuff and I’m like… you mean the forensics team need chemicals? Bc detectives and forensics teams are two different jobs bae😨.

anywaysss, next thing I have screenshotted is me mocking his dumbass but idk the messages b4 it. but the SS is just this:

so thats cute. Anyways, the next thing that happened is when I got my older sister involved bc mf should not have brought it up!!

So I told him at some point to sort his memory out bc he was telling me things that didnt happen, then this mf tells me to basically stop being a hypocrite and tells me that the pills im on fucks up my memory. So, then im confused bc.. I’m not on meds? So I’m like “where tf did you get that from? i dont take pills” and this little fucker i swear i will kill him if he comes near me again, he fucking says “You failed an overdose, hence why I thought you took pills”. Who the fuck does this fucker think he is to bring up MY mental health? To bring up MY suicide attempts?!?! Like actually, he can shut right up bc he’s attempted too, so????? Anyways I was like fully gobsmacked rhat this stupid little fuck thought he could bring up my mental health like that, so I gave the phone to my sister bc shes a toxic bitch and she will gladly argue w anyone🤗

Heres a lil list of things I remember happening but don’t remember the whole thing(that dont make sense but oh well):

He brought up (to my sister) that she hangs out with “druggies” (People in her friend group smoke, vape, do ket, and weed etc. but she only smokes and vapes)

He sent a very quickly deleted message that I managed to read that was basically him 1. calling me a she (transphobic little shit) and 2. telling someone else about MY overdose. Honestly💀. Me and my sister know who he was most likely telling anyways bc he only has one friend😽

Anyways rhats all I rlly rememberrrr.. I can probably remember skme other things, or drama that happened before this argument so if you want more of my drama filled life js ask‼️😽

[itonashi]

May I request Chigiri Hyoma x reader, but the bllk boys and Chigiri are hanging outside of blue lock and the reader hugs Chigiri from behind while he's talking to someone; suprising chigiri of his s/o's sudden appearance? I LITERALLY CANNOT GET ENOUGH OF THIS MAN 🥰💍💍🙏

BOO!

pairing: chigiri hyoma x fem!reader

warning: mentioned other chars, fluff, lowercase intended, manga spoilers

note: pls pls pls appear in the tag... im gonna cry if it doesn't appear. i hate mobile legends. memang tolol kau tahu tak (nonsense in malay). i love the anon who req me this.

it's time!

for your divine, beautiful, majestic, heavenly, breath-taking, lovely, charming, marvelous, splendid, distinguished, monumental, glorious, astonishing, and pretty boyfriend to get out of his hell hole!!!

the blue lock program.

because of that stupid program you didn't get to even chat him or see him for months! now he's a celebrity after that soccer match that you didn't even managed to get a ticket for.

you want to see him so much instead of chatting with him on some apps. you hated how chigiri hyoma is now known to the world and some ppl liked him because of his beauty. that beauty should've been only for you.

fortunately, he is yours and you are his.

but he said that he only have two weeks break so that means the program is still not finish yet and that made you filled with the 5 stages of grief because that technically means that you won't be seeing him for months again! and who knows? he will also be offered with professional clubs out there.

you're glad that he didn't give up on soccer anymore and how he is really happy now.

with these two weeks break, you will make the most time to hang out with your boyfriend and make the most of it.

oh? is that your lovely boyfriend there? and if you're not mistaken — the people that he's talking to is the blue lock people.

'i want to surprise him. i mean.. his reactions will be so cute! after all, we haven't seen eachother for a long time.'

"i think i will have a chances with many pretty girls this year."

"shut up, otoya."

"being known to the world feels nice."

"i wonder if i have a fanbase..."

"isagi! look at the comments about you."

"people really like nagi, huh."

"why are they so shocked that reo is playing soccer..."

the atmosphere was lively as everyone was talking about different things. some were talking about their popularity, soccer, the u-20 match, school and friends.

what was irritating me is that aryu keep asking me about what i use for my hair. yeah yeah, i know my hair is silky but only some people can touch it. if i don't want him to bother me with his 'glam' things. i just need to straight up tell him about the haircare i use.

"oh really? that's the one you use... hmm, what a shame. it doesn't fit my glam hair."

"ok, aryu..."

just stop talking to me about that, it's boring! damn it. "chigiri! look at people commenting about your beauty!" bachira showed me the multiple comments about my beauty and how they wish they know me earlier... blah blah blah. "haha, it's amazing how chigiri got people to like because of his beauty." isagi said.

"i bet his fanbase is full of girls."

is it? i don't really remember...

"i don't think so?"

"yeah, right.

i couldn't careless about the fanbase anyway. i already have my special someone who never gave up on me. the one who was always there with me through thick and thin. she never left me when i was injured. it was a shame she didn't managed to see the match in front of her eyes.

if she was there, i would've hug her tight even if there was my mother and sister there...

it's been a long time since i see her.

i was conversing with nagi and telling him some information about soccer. when suddenly i felt a hand wrapped around my waist from behind and a beaming girl's voice was heard.

"boo!"

'eh?'

everyone stop talking and look at the uninvited guest that just arrived. 'wooo' and 'oohh' could be heard from them. nagi look at the person who interrupt chigiri from talking and the person unwrapped their hands from chigiri's waist.

"[name]!?"

"oh, you're surprised to see me." you chuckle at the sight of him.

you wave at all the people there and they wave back with welcome but they're definitely questioning who you are from the sudden appearance. otoya did the honor of asking not before asking if you're single.

"im taken by the oh so lovely princess chigiri hyoma."

"oh."

"oi, don't call me that."

well, at least no one's here is beautiful like your boyfriend! this goes unnoticed by you but when otoya asked you that question. he almost tried to gouge out otoya's eyes. you didn't notice yukimiya was there until he spoke up.

"[name], you are dating chigiri?"

"ah, since when are you here... yuki?"

"you two knew each other?"

"he's my co-worker in the model agency but don't worry i never work with him, hyoma."

chigiri let out a sigh of relief at that statement. sure, yukimiya was handsome. and he love how you are loyal to him in the end. they time passed with you being introduced to the boys and come of them praised you for being a beauty and question you is it hard being a model and all that.

you get to know some of them better and it did help with yukimiya being there.

"i think it's time we should go back home." isagi said. the time was almost 5:00 p.m and they all agreed to it — saying goodbyes to one another, you set out walking back home with chigiri.

"you really surprised me back there."

"your reaction was worth it. hehe."

typical [name]. a little prankster ever since middle school. "here, do you want my hand?" chigiri offered you his hand for you to wrapped your hands around it and you did just that. you lean your head on his shoulders while walking to the train station. talking along the way about the day and your opinion on the boys.

"you did great on the match, hyoma. you don't have to think about it that much when you were out half time. i have been watching you that whole match even if i wasn't there. you're my favorite player out there."

it was out of the blue when you said that but it was comforting to him. you are his biggest supporter and he will never let go of that fact. the things you said to comfort him. you always know what his feelings are at the moment.

"thank you, [name]."

you chuckle at his flustered voice.

"that's my duty as your biggest supporter."

you two arrived at the train station and wait for your train to come and board it. it is fortunately empty. you love some quiet times with chigiri on the train.

you lean your head on chigiri's shoulder and close your eyes while holding his hand on the train and hum a melody. "[name], what do you think of me?" he said with a slight nervous. hoping at what you said about him is all positive.

"if im being brutally honest... after you were injured, you care too much about what those people said about your injuries. especially those wanima twins. i hate them. you have me on your back — i will defend you from those types of people but im happy that you're not giving up on soccer. you are a hardworking guy. you are slightly moody though..."

"that's too honest."

"i did said i was brutally honest."

[fbfh]

OMGGGGG YOUR FRANCIS HCS MADE ME REWATCH MALCOLM JN THE MIDDLE 😭😭😭😭 pls tell me you’re writing for him more 🙏🙏🙏

HONESTLY ITS MAKING ME WANNA REWATCH IT TOO 😭 Abso-fucking-lutely yes I will!!!!!! Send me asks about your Francis thoughts bc I have a few meself.

You know what would be an absolute hot mess disaster???? Okay we know Francis has a big fat obsessive crush on you, but the only thing worse would be if his brothers started to get crushes on you too. Like you're so nice and sweet and have such a charging soothing energy its impossible not to fall in love with you so no one can be too surprised. The problem is having one Wilkerson boy in love with you is already a handful, especially if its Francis. But all four of them????? Jesus fucking christ brace yourself.

Dewey is the first one to get a little puppy crush on you. You didn't make fun of him when he couldn't remember his times tables, you didn't even make him feel bad. You just said "it's okay, I had trouble with this too when I was your age. It gets easier the more you practice." With an encouraging smile. You gave him a couple tricks to help him remember the things he was struggling with, and that was the heart eyes moment. After that Dewey started bringing you drawings and pieces of candy and every good grade he got on an assignment just to see your face light up.

Reese falls for you next. You don't have to do much, he's probably going to have at least a tiny little crush on you if Francis likes you. What really gets Reese is when you help him beat a video game level. You offer to give it a shot and he humors you. You haven't mentioned anything about liking video games since you started babysitting, but he's really stuck on this level so he lets you give it a shot. He watches you annihilate aliens like it’s nothing and you beat the level in one or two tries. He can't remember any of the tips you give him about the game because he's too busy staring at you totally dumbstruck.

Malcolm is the last one to go. Before you come over one day, Dewey tells Francis he thinks he shouldn't try to date you anymore and Francis looks at him like he's grown another head. When he asks why, Dewey tells him he's going to ask you to date him instead. Much to Francis's surprise, Reese objects before he can. To say the room erupts into chaos is an understatement. They're all arguing about it when you show up, and Malcolm thinks it's the dumbest thing ever. Why would they spend so much time fighting over a babysitter and arguing about who you'd like back. Then you give Malcolm some old notes you found from when you were in the gifted class in middle school. You were in the gifted class in middle school? Someone as cool and pretty and cool as you?? He takes the notes and thanks you, suddenly thinking fighting his brothers for you doesn't sound so dumb after all.

[narcissa-black-supermacy]

also,,,top 5 writing tips for us mortals pls thank u 🙏

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well. i do like my writing ngl. i don't think it's exceptional or above fandom average but i'm happy with it.

the only thing i do feel like i can brag about is my writing speed and capacity. when i do find the time, i can easily put out 2k words in an hour. i did nanowrimo this past november and i reached 150k (edited!) words in 30 days which was....i was really proud.

so take this more as tips for Writing A Lot rather than Writing Well:

Make. A bloody. Outline. so many people get scared of this word or avoid it because they have "the story in their head" and they severely underestimate just how much it helps. an outline does not have to be clean, mine are usually messy. its just a doc with all the ideas thrown in there, sorted by types and chronological order. when i have time to write, i don't stare at a blank doc. i pull up one of the ideas/drafted scenes there and just write it. often times i take pre-made dialogue lines and just build the scene around it, add thoughts, actions, fillers etc. this way i can do up to 800+ words in a 20mins sprint, which you will NEVER achieve when writing in a blank doc.

Write down notes! you will NOT remember the flow of that dialogue in your head by the time you get home. trust me. write down literally EVERY SINGLE THING that comes to your head. random ideas. raw dialogues. random lines/paragraphs that pop up in your head. when you get home, add them to the outline and use that later when you write.

Don't edit while you write. this one is repeated all the time but i did not really get it until I got a typewriter (I use the FreeWrite Traveler typewriter), so to break down this advice more clearly: 1) do NOT go back to edit typos. TURN OFF spellcheck while you write! it is time consuming and you are going to go over this to edit anyway. 2) do NOT look up synonyms. already used "angry" 7 times? not quite the word you're looking for? just write "angry" and put a * next to it so you can look it up later. don't disturb the flow. 3) feeling stuck? don't have a filler between dialogue lines? feel like something is missing? do NOT get stuck on scenes. put a placeholder like [brief angsty internal monologue about x] and move. on.

Just start writing. again, very basic, but works. i don't feel like writing 90% of the times i start. usually, i start by re-typing the last thing i wrote and then i go from there according to the outline.

best advice i've ever heard that changed it for me is Stop writing like it's a movie. You are writing a book, not a script, use that advantage. So, to elaborate: movies can't TELL us things, they have to SHOW. so they heavily rely on facial expressions and visuals. however, the whole point of writing is that you can describe things with words. you can tell the reader that someone looks hurt. offended. that the look in their eyes is pained. tormented. it's a power that we often hesitate to use bc of that whole "show dont tell" bullshit advice - but that is the whole point of writing. use it to your advantage as much as you want.