#Rum theories

[masterdetectivexx]

After the last manga case, what do you think Muga Iori will contribute to the show?

Do you belive he is Akais dad? Is he just a random former psb? Will his character be more important in the future, what are your thoughts?

My thoughts on Muga and predictions for his future remains the same. Updates to my ongoing Rum arc theories are always available in my pinned blog archive. Here are my ongoing Iori Muga speculations:

I don't think he can be Akai Tsutomu without not only involving APTX side effects into the picture, but also disguise/plastic surgery, since he doesn't resemble him whatsoever. There are currently no indications to both.

I don't think Gosho would randomly introduce a former NPA agent, have him become at least on par with Furuya Rei and then have him not serve a vital role in the main plot whatsoever.

[prisile]

8:11 art dump lolll i only really post on twitter but ill do here for fun

[eye-may]

If you have time, drop your Macavity and Misto lore?

oh I got time lmao.

egregiously overthought logorrhea of the felinological variety under the cut!!

I'm just gonna preface with, not sure if you mean separately or specifically in conjunction with one another? but for simplicity's sake I'm going to go with the latter lol. For Mistoffelees singularly I have conducted an incomprehensive lore dump Here. I haven't dedicated any posts specifically to Macavity, but him and his past are touched on a bit in that post I linked, and also a little Here.

When it comes to Macavity and Mistoffelees and their relationship/how they orbit around each other...that connection ends up having some pretty cataclysmic ramifications lmao. to fully understand why, I'd say you actually do have to read my long hc post about Mistoffelees and where his magic comes from. or don't, and just scratch your head at the weird terms and concepts I will periodically reference XD

Macavity, at the start of the events of the show, has little to no conceptualization about Mistoffelees's existence in my mind. Munkustrap and co. sort-of-kind-of purposefully kept their conjuring cat's abilities under the radar where it counted --- that being said, though, it's not like it was ever an earthshattering revelation for any parties involved. Mistoffelees, while he likes to show off in good company, had been relatively cagey about his abilities from the beginning anyway (and yeah...there's a reason for that lmao), and none of the Jellicle elders had a solid inkling about the implications of the existence of a Conjuring Cat. Magic, of course, is ubiquitious amongst cats; they're born of magic, have an extensive history with magic, and are inherently mystical beings. It expresses in some cats (i.e., Cassandra, Jemima, and most of all Coricopat and Tantomile) more obviously than in others. it's just that none of the Jellicles had ever known or heard of a cat that has a matrix of abilities as literal, tangible, and powerful as Mistoffelees's. But since the concept of magic itself is relatively prosaic, nobody was ever like Holy Shit, A Magic Cat! That's Not Supposed To Happen! We Must Look Into This Extensively! their instinct to veil Mistoffelees's abilities came more from Munkustrap's prerogative---that being: he set out to prevent Mistoffelees from ever being ostracized, adulated, taken advantage of, or otherwise treated differently because of his powers. Even the nomadic Old Deuteronomy was not aware of there being a Magical Cat at the Junkyard prior to the events of the show.

And that all worked out great! Up until Mistoffelees's heroic conjuration of the Jellicle Leader. This, of course, awakens Macavity to the possibility that someone else beside himself possesses profound magical powers. It's obvious that whomever "rescued" Deut was one of his loving followers, galivanting at the Jellicle Ball from where he had just wreaked havoc. After he heals from the fight at the Ball, he returns to the Junkyard with renewed purpose; this time, for once, it's not to kidnap Demeter, or Bombalurina, or to torment his estranged brothers. He announces that he's aware that the Jellicles are harboring an ostensibly magical cat and more or less demand that the cat in question reveal himself. not to be menaced (and wanting to prevent the situation from escalating), Mistoffelees unhesitatingly attempts to out himself---but Jellyorum, who was standing right behind him, claps a hand over his mouth and bodily yanks him back. Tugger, who is also nearby, steps directly in front of him for good measure.

At that juncture, the Junkyard just falls into a tormentingly tense impasse, with Macavity just prowling around, reveling in the palpable suspense and fear, while singling out cat after cat in attempt to intimidate them into revealing either themselves, or whoever they know the Magical Cat to be. Munkustrap had been, of course, gaslighting the fuck out of Macavity by insisting that there's no magical cat. magical cats like that don't exist. you're crazy, you hallucinated that Deut disappeared, stop doing drugs, etc etc.

so anyway this is a whole scene and idk if tumblr has the character capacity for me to describe it beat-by-beat in full, but it culminates in Mistoffelees ultimately using his magic against Macavity, because Macavity was threatening to kill Tumblebrutus, but then snake-eyed Munkustrap and shot fire at him, knowing that the magician would be forced to defend him. Mistoffelees refracted the blast and then disappeared amidst the dissolving inferno, managing to not fully reveal himself in doing so. nonetheless, Macavity's suspicions are confirmed. he's more than happy to drag shit out and toy with the Jellicles, and also he got injured by the unexpected retaliation, and also he knows that at the end of the day he's outnumbered...so he goes ahead and takes his leave for the time being.

sauurrr now the Jellicles know that for WHATEVER REASON, Macavity wants "the magical cat." for revenge maybe? makes perfect sense for Macavity! but if you did read the lore about the "Moon Stones" that I blabbed on about in This Post, you'd understand that Macavity isn't ONLY out for revenge. He believes that, since one of the Jellicles has magic, he must have acquired it the same way Macavity did (by wresting a Stone), or is otherwise one of the three legendary Keepers. There's one or two more attempts he makes to capture his quarry, including one where he strongarms Mungojerrie (who then strongarms Rumpleteazer) into completing a heist that is literally impossible without the intervention of magic. Falling into his trap, the two rascals jointly strongarm Mistoffelees into joining them, ultimately luring him to Macavity. This is when Macavity realizes that it's Mistoffelees who has magic --- needless to say, a crucial revelation. but, thankfully, the three manage to get away this time...only to be met with Munkustrap's seething wrath.

incidentally, this is a somewhat formative moment for Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer, neither of whom had a single skoosh of a suspicion that Macavity was just using them to get Mistoffelees. (crucially: they were not at the Junkyard during the Napoleon's last visit and were not brought up to speed on the situation). and neither of them TOLD mistoffelees that it was Macavity whom they were trying to placate. immaculate communication all the way around! in any case, Jerrie and Teazer are deeply guilty and apologetic towards a very used-feeling Mistoffelees, and both are now keen to the fact that they just can't collude with Macavity anymore. Granted, they were already attempting severances after the kidnapping of Deutoronomy, but, par for the course with Macavity, it's not easy to severe ties with him. From then on, the twins start spending more time in the junkyard, committing to the tribe with unprecedented allegiance, both for their own safety and the safety of the others.

anyway, back to the matters at hand. Macavity ultimately wants to reunite the three stones, so since he's convinced that Mistoffelees has one, he's deadeyed on capturing him. eventually, he succeeds (partly due to Mistoffelees's voluntary submission in the eleventh hour, jaded by the fact that he alone was bringing danger to those around him), and unfortunately for Mistoffelees, it takes Macavity a while to realize that he's barking up the wrong tree. it takes an intensive mind-meld of sorts (that involves spiritual intervention from the Psychic Twins...IT'S A WHOLE THING) for the Napoleon to realize that Mistoffelees hadn't been lying --- he was truly born with magic, and didn't need a Moon Stone to have powers. almost nothing ever rattles or surprises Macavity...but he's fairly shocked. he senses astronomical power in Mistoffelees, and it's raw, genuine, uncorrupted, organic...so unlike his own limited and corrupted bastardization of magic.

from then on out, as you can imagine, there's just a lot of back-and-forth between Mistoffelees and Macavity, infinitely complicated by the involvement of Macavity's brothers. one of whom is essentially Mistoffelees's parentified elder sibling and the other is his best, and his most protective, friend in the whole wide world. After Macavity realizes that Mistoffelees doesn't have a Stone, his motivations shift and he oscillates between wanting to get rid of Mistoffelees, believing he's the only one truly capable of stopping Macavity's ascension, and wanting to wrest Mistoffelees --- either as a means of stealing his oceanic power, or at the very least breaking him into submission the way the Joker did to Tim Drake in batman the animated series lol 😬

you can imagine that the subsequent developments lead to...cumulative psychic damage for Mistoffelees lmao. he develops the fear that he's capable of turning out like Macavity. he starts to get gaslit into believing the tenet held by other pious cats (outside the Junkyard that is...cats, like humans, have different religions with different sects etc., some of which construe the legends associated with magic to mean that it's inherently evil) about his destiny are correct. In my mind there's sort of a Frodo and Gollum thing going on here lmao. I mean in such a way that, Mistoffelees has a deep-seated wish that Macavity is capable of reformation. on the surface it seems to be that he holds this desire because he wishes to see his two closest friends at peace with their wayward brother...but he later comes to realize that it stems from a place of needing to see an example of magic usage that isn't for the sake of fear, destruction, power, etc. He's also rueful that things are becoming so complicated, when his relationship with magic used to be so simple; it used to make everyone so happy.

Macavity, being the clever hypnotist and exploiter of psychological shortcomings that he is, often attempts to capitalize on Mistoffelees's insecurities. Saying things like, your friends only keep you around because they're using you and your powers. They're all secretly afraid of you. They're nice to you because they know that you're capable of hurting them out of retaliation; you're used to everybody around you walking on eggshells because it's all you've ever known. you could never have the wherewithal to comprehend a genuine friendship to begin with. special magical cats such as themselves can never enjoy such frivolities; only they are truly capable of understanding each other. Macavity sometimes acts almost as if he harbors some kind of bastardized, bizarre affection for Mistoffelees...but he's sure enough to oscillate erratically back into the territory of Obsessive Disdain.

there is, of course, the infinitely fascinating discourse regarding the two magicians' magic and how they choose to use it and how their corporeal vessels resonate with it. Mistoffelees is, pragmatically, more powerful than Macavity --- but his power is only as good as his ability to understand it and economize it, and since he's only ever been self-taught, figuring out those logistics is difficult in both theory and in practice. he's more likely to overexert himself and succumb to exhaustion, and is also resistant to using magic in directly offensive/violent ways. his tactics are more evasive, more illusory, more beguiling, and more defensive. additionally, despite his various struggles with developing his powers, Mistoffelees lives in harmony with his magic at his core. he's uncorrupted and bright; he's well-meaning and big-hearted. his magic is the purest form and doesn't wage any kind of resistance against him. it revolves around creation and animation.

Macavity, on the other hand, essentially chooses his own subsurface torment at the hands of his filched wizardry. his powers were stolen to begin with; he never fit the physical or spiritual criteria for using it. his possession of the stone is essentially causing him to deteriorate without him fully realizing it, whilst he and the Moon Stone are essentially corrupting each other in a fitful clash of the Red Stone's essence and Macavity's nefarious intentions and raw determination. theoretically, Macavity will either die or go insane if he holds onto the stone ad infinitum---but the more imminent hazard is that he'll unquestionably do increasingly substantial damage with it while he can. (and that issue will escalate stratospherically if he, everlasting forbid, gets a hold of one or both of the other stones). his powers, on the opposite end, are centrally destructive and violent.

it is, put simply, "easier" to wield magic the way Macavity does. destruction and entropy are, at their core, more instant and comprehensive than the antithesis. Mistoffelees wins the long game, but he's practicing a much more demanding and complicated school of magic.

okay anyway I've been typing for the last hour or so and I feel like this is a decent place to leave off lol. I really hope this is at least a somewhat satisfactory lore dump lol? I can definitely go more into Macavity and his past and his crime syndicate and etc. as an individual if anybody wants me to (or I might just do it unprompted at some point lmao).

WHEW ty for the ask!! lmk if you want me to clarify or expand on anything!

[im-just-a-dumb-gay]

Cats artdump 2 (plus doll)

Besides drawing I also love to crochet so I made this boi 4 years ago

I tried practicing faces with Tugger

Drew other cats besides Tugger and Misto!

I will forever be proud of this picture of my Catsona

So, at one point I did watch the movie. (My college had a thing where you could watch certain movies for free on an official website if you were a student) Originally to hate watch but I did in the end kinda enjoy it. Was Misto less sassy...yes. was Bustopher gross...yes. But! I loved Cassandra. For the Musical Tugger is my favorite, but Cassandra is my favorite in the movie. When she eventually got cat nipped I felt so bad for her. I also like to think that her and Demeter are together since they're always close to each other. And I also headcannon that Deut adopted both Cassandra and Munkustrap. I also have this whole theory about Cassandra, Grizabella, the windmill girls and Macavity 's girls.

My theory is pretty much based on a poster of the windmill girls. Since Cassandra shows so much hostility, I thought that her and Grizabella were close...until something happened. Looking at Macavity's girls, they kinda look like Cassandra. The windmill girl poster has a moon and 4(can't remember on the top of my head) girls dancing. The moon represents Grizabella while the girls dancing were Cassandra's sisters. Because of what Grizabella (and probably Bombularina too) did, Cassandra lost her family and now has issues with trust. How can she be sure Victoria won't betray them like Grizabella? What is she loses her family once again? It's why she is so fierce and protective. It's why she didn't necessarily attack Bomba when Macavity's girls started to circle her. They're still her sisters and she doesn't want to hurt them.

[4aceclover]

Shadow house outfits (slight manga spoilers)

Anybody who has seen shadows house knows about the outfits that Emilio and her Shadow Master's friends where but many people are still confused as to how they got these outfits or more specifically the inspiration behind these outfits

Well the manga itself actually has a cover page showcasing the shadow Masters outfits in great detail so instead of a character breakdown I'm going to do an outfit breakdown and how each shadow master's outfit is connected to their living dolls previous outfits.

This post will be a breakdown of each of those outfits as best as I can

The Shadowmasters outfits

Kate

Kate's outfit is mostly based off of a rose in both color and hair accessories, the elements of her outfit maintain

Her under shirt

Her top coat

Her dress

Her Petty skirt

White socks and red shoes

And most importantly her red rose hair clips

John

Despite the limited space we actually get a good idea of what John actually wears it's just as wild as him

His undershirt

A blue coat

His blue pants

And his white socks and blue shoes

Shirley

A more simpler outfit but still packed with a lot of importance mostly based off of the flowers of yarrow coliseum and lavender

Her undershirt

Her Petty skirt like pants

Her lavender dress

Her yarrow hair clip

Her lavender bow (fun fact about this I'll get to later)

And her white socks and purple shoes

Patrick

His outfit ironically enough reminds me of a lucky clover and his love for flowers definitely makes this outlet all the more ironic

His green top

His shoulder pads that have a white bow

His brown pants

His white socks and black shoes

(surprisingly one of the only ones to not have an undershirt)

Louise

And finally we have Louise a bit more simple but still extravagant at the same time must be pretty hard to do exercise and that kind of dress

The striped under dress

Her main dress

Her black shoes

Her signature flower is a yellow gerbera daisy which is all over her outfit, her neckline waist and shoes

Most importantly her gerbera hair clip

Each of these outfits look very extravagant and very fancy despite it needing quite a bit of assembly but where did the inspiration for the outfits come from where the shadows house get such amazing ideas well why not from the children they stole these ideas from

The living dolls selection outfits (spoiler warning)

Anybody who's seen shadows houses manga knows that before entering the house these were just regular kids and for the selection these were the outfits that they are wearing a special breakdown is an order

(for this section I'll be referring to them by their living doll and normal names they're living doll names will be highlighted in their respective color. I'm also going on based off what I'm seeing in this photo so apologies if I get a few things wrong or miss something)

Louise / Lou

As you can clearly see before entering the house Lou had a much different outfit and completely different personality

There seems to be a layer under her dress

Then there's the yellow main dress

Yellow shoes

A bow like headband

The middle of the bow seems to have something puffy in it

Patrick/ Ricky

Despite the clothes looking pretty simple Ricky makes it clear that these clothes that he was wearing were of high class (must have cost a lot of money)

An undershirt

His green vest like coat

Brown shorts

Darker brown shoes

John / Shaun

Still a bit confused on how they managed to get master John's outfit from this but here we are Shaun's outfit is the exact opposite of John

A simple white shirt

Blue overalls

Blue pants

Brown shoes

No glasses (important for later)

Shirley / Rum

Definitely a cute outfit you can see more similarities with this Rum's than the others

Lavender top dress

A gray like underskirt

Light purple shoes

Two light purple berets

A gray bow close to the left pocket

A lavender bow (important for later)

Kate / Emilico

By far this is one of the more fancier outfits if not the biggest difference in both color and design

Long pink dress

Short pink top coat

Pink cap in her hands

Two pink hair ties

Pink shoes

This is where the shadow house got the ideas for the future shadows outfits from these outfits the kids wore during the selection look at all the similarities between the color choices and the position of hair accessories for example the girls flower choices heck even the design of the outfit themselves could have been influenced by this

For example both Rum and Shirley wear short lavender based dresses while Louise and Lou both wear long yellow dresses with cute yellow hair accessories, compare that to Patrick who looks like he's wearing a green flock like coat to Ricky's outfit where he looks like he's wearing a sweater vest and seriously John and Shaun how do we go from overalls to a fancy coat

The most obvious differences being Kate and Emilco but I'm not going to explain that spoiler just yet, besides the colors being obviously different the length of the dresses are different too and Kate doesn't have a cap like a Emilico did

Fun facts

The lavender bow on Mistress Shirley's finger actually belonged to Rum before she entered the house, when she entered instead of it being replaced like Lou's bow like headband it was just transferred over to Mistress Shirley and she received a darker colored version of rummy's bow

The reason why Shaun isn't seen wearing his glasses throughout the show and manga is because during the selection he chose not to wear them in order to have a higher chance of being picked which is why Master John doesn't need glasses

Ricky's hair wasn't always swooped back it actually used to cover one of his eyes as bangs that were more skewed to one side of his face but in order to look more professional he slicked it back thanks to his sister

It confused me why they replaced Lou's accessory until I looked closer, it's not a simple bow like Rum's it's actually a bow connected to a headband and while headbands do exist in the shadows house evident by Maggie and Margaret once like hers probably don't exist so they compromised by making it a bit more simple

Isn't it a bit interesting that despite the colors in Shadow's house being all over the rainbow they purposely gave Emilico a pink dress while they gave Kate a red dress (potential for a future post)

[empressofmankind]

In light of my live-blogging #1088 comment on the One Piece and (the meaning of) freedom.

I don't know if this constitutes proof.

BUT - the amount of One Piece x Pirates of the Caribbean music-mashes out there surely means something?!

And.

They.

All.

Slap.

[earl-grey-crow]

✨pond theories✨

[permafrown]

small tag dump. I ain't got one for everyone but here's what we do have

[friendrat]

Wow... RUM is old... like... really old. Older than Agasa. 😆

[emmikay]

(Bombalurina and Rum Tum Tugger are babysitting Jemima)

Bombalurina: Damn, she’s sneaky.

Rum Tum Tugger: Yeah, but she’s little, so it’s adorable.

[masterdetectivexx]

Hi! Just wanted to ask for clarification about the long-held theory of yours: If it really turns out that Momji's Butler is also a cover identity for Rum, were you expecting that Real Face Rum is around the same age range as Momji's Butler, and have a similar "slim, triangle-ish" facial structure even if it still might not completely be his real face, whereas the more square-jawed "Cigar-Smoking Man" (along with "Eyepatch Sushi Sous-chef Man") looks for Rum are STILL YET major disguises for the real guy, not just in terms of age but also in terms of Face Shape, meant to fool even his Black Org-loyal chauffeurs and assistants (as seen in his in-car apperances in present day [including the Black Submarine movie] and in the Young Kuroda flashback story)? I am rooting for your theory to come true because it would be so fascinating, but I've also been bamboozled for YEARS at the implication that Rum would wear an old man disguise even amongst "friends" in his Black Car. (Is that a Rolls Royce or something, btw?)

Hello ^^

Indeed, Muga's face would be his true face underneath the old man (Rum) face. The conclusion I've come to based on the new information regarding Rum is that the father whose codename he inherited (that he revealed to Amanda in File 1107) is actually the identity of the old man that Muga has been impersonating since at least 17 years back.

So in other words, the old man appearance is not simply a random disguise he created for himself, but an especially created one with Vermouth's help to impersonate his own father (who was the previous Rum that Amanda met when he was a kid 67 years ago during Renya's party). So, Muga needs to uphold that old man face around his colleagues and subordinates in order to remain in control and power as the "old head no.2 of the BO" (the reputation that his father has already built up), and he would basically be doing the reverse of Vermouth with her Chris cover (where she is an older woman impersonating as her own daughter). I think the name-drop of Rum's father is building towards this major twist, similarly to Vermouth.

It is indeed a Rolls Royce.

[lilmissnatcat24]

for no other reason than i worked at an ice cream shop for eight years, here's what ice cream the mass effect characters would eat

shepard: neapolitan, strawberry for their paragon side, chocolate for their renegade, vanilla to balance

garrus: moose tracks, but will pick it apart just for the peanut butter cups and give shepard the leftovers

tali: literally any booze flavored ice cream

liara: mint chocolate chip because she secretly kind've fucks with the taste of toothpaste but will never admit it out loud

kaidan: butter pecan. it's not everyone's favorite, but it's his, and he's totally cool with it

ashley: whatever the 2183 equivalent to the tonight dough. cookie dough chunks, brownie chunks, butterscotch, chocolate chips, malt chunks, everything

wrex: this man is old as balls!!!!!! rum raisin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

joker: lemon sherbet. you cannot tell me that man is not lactose intolerant

miranda: cherries garcia, little bit sweet, little bit tart

jack: the most sickening sweet shit you can think of. cotton candy with marshmallow superman with a side of sugar

jacob: some sort of dark chocolate peanut butter ice cream that sounds good in theory but in reality you can only take like 3 bites of before you get a tummy ache

zaeed: banana splits that he likes to mash together with a spoon and eat like some deconstructed milkshake

kasumi: the weird avant gard shit you see in hipster vegan shops, like some bacon sweet potato rosebud ice cream

mordin: coffee ice cream, because he likes the taste of coffee but if he were to actually drink it he would spontaneously combust

grunt: those froyo shops that were everywhere in 2014 where you could make a bowl with like 5% froyo and 95% other toppings and it cost 14 dollars

thane: doesn't like ice cream because it reminds him of how he abandoned his child and how his wife is dead and he could never go back to the life he left behind, the life of stability, because his body is engineered for a deadly purpose and he can never atone for his sins rocky road

samara: this woman is old as balls!!!!!!!!!!!!! pistachio!!!!!!!!!!!

legion: tried vanilla ice cream. too sticky, got stuck in his wiring.

james: one of those brownie sundaes that weighs approximately 5 pounds and is majority whipped cream

steve: chocolate chip. classy, just like him ;)

traynor: something smooth and rich and velvety and inexplicably sexy, like raspberry chocolate chunk

edi: takes the idea of ice cream a little too literally and just has a bowl of heavy cream with ice cubes. is confused why everyone is disgusted.

javik: ice cream is for primitives (peaches and cream)

[4aceclover]

I think the manga just gave us a way to let Shirley gain her human form again

The manga goes out of its way to show how the fragment of favor physically affects the morphs around them and it also goes out of its way to saying this

This means that not only can Shirley possibly gain her human form back and a bit faster than what we expected but this also means another character could potentially come back to us as well

(For anyone who doesn't remember Douglas had a very kind senior that he looked up to named Finn, but because of his old leaders habits of blaming others for his mistakes the poor boy got disposed of, with this being the most likely outcome being his living doll got turned into a veil doll like Rum while Finn himself ended up becoming fuel for the shadows house)

If this theory ends up being true not only can Shirley gain her human form back a bit quicker or there could be another morph that could bring back other living dolls who lost their masters and heck other dolls whose Shadow Masters were unfairly disposed of could come back they just need to be rebuilt from the ground up or find their own identities

I mean after all the manga does make it clear Shirley never actually reunited with Rum after they saved Louise and Lou it could be possible that she still in the unification room if that's the case where is she now plus we also got to see her expelling soot in that tiny morph form for the first time ever

Plus after the most recent chapter monologue gave us all that crazy information it definitely feels like the Manga could be building up for Shirley and Rum to have a big moment.

After all everyone else has had a great moment where they've grown stronger in a way

Physical by

like John protecting Kate's honor,

Patrick increasing his power exponentially, or

Mentally by

Louise finally realizing Lou doesn't belong to her,

and Kate herself has had some pretty good moments.

So why have all this buildup and not have it be paid off by allowing Shirley to essentially exploit the system that we just got laid out before us

And since Christopher is using the morphs to bring back his master, and her power allows her to transform into other people or creatures just by wearing the switch she emits, she essentially has a stronger version of the morphs already given mimic power. If she did have a little bit of that fragment of favor not only could she grow her human form back a bit faster, her soot expulsion could be stronger. Allowing her to transform herself into Christopher if they ever need her to so that way she can learn more about his plans and relate this information back to her beloved Rum and Kate, after all Rum is the only one of Kate's classmates who never drank that coffee Barbara gave everyone during the party, (and it could be possible that she's there during the party and witnessing all of this) meaning the only real living doll not brainwashed is Rum. Which means we could have an actual moment where Rum and Shirley could finally shine

(and plus this would make up for the fact that these two were supposed to be the ones to save Louise and Lou, but instead they opted to give that moment to Anthony which almost got the two girls killed. Plus since Anthony and Rum have worked together, but it's obvious she doesn't trust him, we need to be on the lookout for this man. Considering the fact that he's perfectly fine with killing off people who are like him, I do not want him anywhere near Rum.) (But my previous post I've already proved how angry I am at him for doing that and how I want him to stay away from the little angel)

[starry-eyed-wild-child]

🌻 charlie walker boyfriend headcanons 🌻

charlie walker x reader

. my sweet, sweet baby charlie - this man is so obsessed with you

. like it's low-key creepy but in such a sweet way you'd never even know

. i like to imagine you probably met in his film club, but he'd probably seen you in the hallways at school and he was just smitten after that. or even if you sat behind him in history class or smth and he tried his hardest to not look at you

. will be the most loyal boyfriend you could ever imagine, this man would die (and kill) for you in a heartbeat

. okay so, either you had to ask him out OR a bunch of mutual friends grouped together to get yous together because they were just sick of your pining

. honestly, robbie's ears are talked off about you, poor guy can't catch a break

. speaking of robbie, he definitely teases charlie about his little crush and will subtly drop hints in front of you just to embarrass him

. but robbie is also definitely 1000% your biggest fan, this man would literally make a movie just about how awkward your get together was, he adores you and thinks you're perfect for his best friend

. charlie stutters a lot when talking to you, he just struggles to believe he actually pulled you, the girl of his dreams. and he BLUSHES too, omg this man is a walking mess for you

. movie dates ofc are a given, if you're not a fan of horror movies, charlie will still happily sit and watch whatever you want. i personally think that charlie would draw the line at rom-coms tho, but that's just my personal opinion. like he will, but he'll criticise it all the way to the credits

. charlie is 100% a night owl. you'll probably be waking up as charlie is getting ready to go to sleep. not that he likes watching you sleep or anything 😳

. BOARD GAMES - play some cluedo with this pathetic little man, he lives for board game nights. play some music in the background, a bottle of cheap rum or smth between the two of you and that's charlie's dream night fr

. absolutely loves holding your hand in public. I don't think that's charlie's that big on pda but he's a sucker for hand holding and nose kisses

. is the king of remembering little details about you. remember that necklace that you got when you were six but lost somehow? no? charlie definitely does and would probably get you a new one

. his favourite thing is your eyes. it's his absolute favourite colour. he'd get a bracelet specifically with a stone that is the same colour so he can look at it when he misses you

. loves listening to music with you and making you your own playlist. he's the stereotypical romantic of where he loves sharing earphones with you so you can listen together 🥹

. okay I hate to admit it, but charlie is probably a terrible cook. BUT he tries his hardest to cook your favourite foods for you just to see you smile

. the most giggly, awkward boyfriend you've ever had and ever will have. he loves your smile, he's always trying to make you laugh

. I have a theory that charlie's laugh is very contagious. this man would giggle once and have the whole class in a fit of giggles because his laugh is just so adorable

. wear. his. shirts. this man LIVES to see you in his clothes

. would probably eventually end up giving you the ones he doesn't wear anymore

."they look better on you anyway" 😖 an absolute sweetheart

. soft, gentle kisses are the usual. he's so gentle with you like he's scared you'll break ALTHOUGH when he kisses you, he will grip at your waist really tight

. will not, under any circumstances, have you involved with the ghostface killings. charlie can be quite frightening when he's angry so he makes sure jill knows her place

. would probably lie to you about his involvement, as much as he hates lying to you, he couldn't stand the thought of you hating him and leaving

. no seriously, charlie would have a full on mental break down if you were to ever leave him or break up with him

. speaking of breaking up with him, lol, yeah no... not happening. it's the last thing he'd let you do

. the relationship is low-key a bit toxic but in a 'you can't leave, you're the only person I have' kinda way? y'know?

. sex would be hella awkward at first, charlie would have absolutely no clue on what to do, poor boy :(

. he just wants to make you feel good. speaking of which, PRAISE. praise this man, he thrives of knowing how good he makes you feel

. loves you on top, and when you tug at his hair when you're close to finishing

. is the most whiny mess during sex. he's so LOUD. he moans, groans, whines and whimpers so much and he's not embarrassed by it either

. makes sure you cum first every single time. charlie will not stop until you do, even if it take until morning

. king of aftercare. he'll clean you up, cuddle with you, talk with you, make you a cup of tea and a snack, All OF IT

. don't be fooled though, he loves some aftercare himself. playing with his hair as you lie on him, completely blissed out. cuddle him, tell him how good he was, and boy MELTS

. overall the dream boyfriend and i'm desperate for a charlie in my life (rory culkin a chance, please?!)

. 100/10 would recommend

[eliza-and-her-monsters]

the tortured poets department

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TW: Brief mentions of mental illness (anxiety, PTSD), military induced injuries, self harm, hospitals, death, and fighting.

WC: 5k

Part II

the black dog

“Alright, pick your poison, doll.” Vi spoke the moment we made it to the packed bar, my hands already shakily pulling at the long sleeves of the flannel.

“Umm, I don’t really know much about alcohol besides whenever Caitlyn used to steal from our parents stash whenever we were younger.” I shrugged a bit, glued to the counter for dear life.

“Well, let’s see… did you like something more sweet or sour or-”

“I think I don’t mind a little bit of sour.” I spoke up, cheeks glowing with a slightly embarrassed flush, meanwhile the permanent smirk on Vi’s face never seemed to slip as she turned towards the bartender.

“I think I’ve got something you’ll like.” She voiced before waving him over. A few moments later I held onto a orange colored fruity drink called a Rum Runner that seemed to be the perfect combo of sweet and sour. I guarded it for dear life as she lead me towards the jukebox tucked in the corner away from the dancing uni students in which the bar staff had cleared out an entire space now being used as a makeshift dance floor.

Vi passed off a shiny coin for the jukebox in her hand once we reached it, leaning a casual shoulder against the wall. “Give ‘em hell.”

My own little grin stretched on my face as I took the coin with a flourish, twisting it in my fingers as I weighed the options in my head. “Now, with great power comes great responsibility. Or whatever it is Kurt Cobain said.” I joked just before sliding in the coin to its slot just before the screen lit up to display the option to cue up a song.

“Well, I also hear that Kurt Cobain was a bit of a liar so-” I heard her whispering in my ear nearly causing me to shiver. I don’t think I had ever been so close to another girl’s lips before the moment I turned my head to face her. Hands freezing on the dial as if awaiting them to press to mine.

Vi was patient though, testing the waters but not moving out too deep. Though I wasn’t sure if it was respectful or teasing as I flicked my doe eyes upwards to meet hers. And it was then I noticed the tattoo inked just below her eye along her cheekbone, either a number 6 in roman numerals or her nickname. Perhaps even both. A few tattoos of various gears crawled out from underneath her leather jacket, and I had the sudden urge to reach my hand out and brush my fingers along the inked lines.

“You know, one of my sister’s first criminology reports was on the conspiracy theory of if Courtney Love killed Kurt Cobain or not.” I muttered almost nervously, it’s what I did whenever I got flustered, I usually found something to say about Caitlyn. So far the tactic had been unsuccessful though. Turns out talking about how your sister was much better and smarter than you in every way was a turn off. Not that I had been in really a ton of situations to warrant me getting flustered, but I was definitely flustered now.

Vi’s muscular chest stood right at eye level as she stretched herself back up to her normal height. Still so close, like she was hovering. “And her conclusion?”

“Inconclusive.” I answered, finally getting myself to spin around and face the jukebox once more. My brain had suddenly gone blank of all music so I quickly decided to queue up Heart-Shaped Box. “She still got an A.” I added with a little sigh before I could spin away from it to finally free up the space.

“She’d make an excellent lawyer.” Vi almost laughed as she shoved her hands into her pockets.

“Maybe if she wasn’t so obsessed with working in the field… doing all the dangerous stuff, you know, running into the line of fire-”

“Okay you know detective work isn’t like in all the movies and crime shows, right? Caitlyn’s gonna be just fine. She can hold her own, you know that.” Vi stated, her hand being pressed to my lower back in some attempt to comfort me whenever it only just felt like it was sparking my crush-induced nerves all over again. Or maybe it was too soon to call it a crush? I wasn’t entirely sure what a crush was even supposed to feel like.

From the same table I could already hear a hefty amount of arguing and chatter as I sipped away at my fruity drink, an offended groan breaking from Ellie’s mouth as she snatched up what looked like a tarot card from another spread already laid on the table. “Mills, can you believe what Jinx’s tarot deck just called me?!” She exclaimed as she held up the card with an almost comical pout.

“The Fool?” I wondered with a head tilt. “I don’t think that’s what that means.”

“I told you it’s not.” Jinx huffed as she stood up to pluck the card from Ellie’s fingers. “The Fool represents innocence, new beginnings, you’re a free spirit… a little naïve, definitely not level-headed. Are you a water sign by any chance?” She wondered curiously as she seemed to study her face.

“Sagittarius.” She answered with a scowl causing Jinx to nod.

“Actually, you know what, that makes sense.”

“Why? Literally what does that mean? I’m not a zodiac gay!” Ellie exclaimed almost as if the conversation was stressing her out.

“Try living with her, she blames most of her problems on ‘mercury’ being in ‘retrograde’.” Vi went on with her fingers raised in quotations. I couldn’t help but lean forward curiously to scan the rest of Ellie’s spread. The Wheel of Fortune and six of cups in reverse… interesting.

“Vi, can I have a word?” Caitlyn spoke up from her spot across the table next to a boy with strikingly white hair who seemed to be leaning into Jinx every opportunity he got.

The chorus of sounds that sprung up from the table was reminiscent of a primary school classroom whenever someone gets called to the office. It was almost comforting to know the childlike aire of people never seemed to fade in university. It wasn’t comforting to hear Caitlyn’s request however as she pushed her slender body up to her feet.

Vi only took it all in stride though, meeting her with an equally as hard stare as she followed suit. “Why not? Lead the well.”

“I will.” Caitlyn added, whipping around to head towards the stairs leading towards the first level of the pub.

“Oh this is way better than tarot.” Jinx responded after only a quick passing moment before flying out of her seat so fiercely I almost thought she was going to knock the entire couch over. “C’mon new girl, you’re probably gonna wanna hear this.”

My breath hitched in my throat as she managed to hoist me up to my feet. My hands instantly darting outwards to grip Ellie’s wrist to drag her along with me, naturally. “Ow, Millie! That hurts!” She winced as she wrestled her arm out of my grip. “Don’t worry, I’m right behind you.”

Jinx immediately flashed us a stern look with a finger to her lips before she could climb the stairs. A duo of voices already carrying from around the corner where the two stood. “What part about ��off limits’ do you not understand?!” Caitlyn was snapping immediately as she crossed her arms across her chest.

“Your sister is a grown adult, Caitlyn, you don’t have to play protector 24/7 anymore!”

“Oh that’s fucking rich coming from you.” Caitlyn practically sneered.

“It really is.” Jinx mouthed back to the two of us.

“Is it, Cait? Because even I tried to be semi normal with Jinx after all of our trauma and let’s not act like there wasn’t a hefty amount of it. What is this actually about, Caitlyn? Be honest. Is this about her or us?” My heart seemed to lurch in my chest at the one singular word. Us? What did she mean by ‘us’? Did I even want to know what she meant? Was it stupid to feel the sudden crushing weight of that one tiny word?

From one step below me I could feel Ellie’s fingers lacing through mine in a silent declaration. I’ve got you. No matter where this conversation leads I’ve got you.

“There is no ‘us’, Violet. There never has been and there never will be. And even if there was you know damn well I’d choose her happiness over mine every single fucking day. Got that? You don’t get to hurt her. I swear to god if you hurt her-”

“What am I actually going to do, Caitlyn? Do you think I’m this big bad supervillain-”

“I’m talking about your underground dealings! Your little underground fighting ring that Sevika somehow still lets go on even though someone was literally killed-”

“Keep your voice down!” Vi exclaimed in a whisper yell as she held up a finger, eyes encircling around the area as if looking for somebody. Such as three meddling freshmen hiding behind a corner. “We have company.”

“You guys go, I’ll take the fall.” Jinx whipped around to shoo us away. Ellie was already grabbing my arm, wanting to waste no time.

“A-Are you sure?” I stammered, a little bit more hesitant as I slowly let Ellie pull me down the stairs.

“It’s okay, won’t be the first time I’ve been caught, won’t be the last.” Jinx shrugged before slipping off into view and I finally let Ellie tug me from view just in time to see my sister’s cold blue eyes peering around the corner to investigate.

“Holy shit…” Ellie let out a long gust of air as she pressed an anxious hand to her chest. “I feel like I just got sucked into a thriller dark romance dark academia novel or something. Sevika has an underground fighting ring? S-Someone died!?”

“Who’s Sevika?” I wondered, my mind slipping into several directions all at once as I lifted a hand to my lips as if to bite my already chipped nails.

“Sevika’s our coach. She’s hard as shit, doesn’t take crap from anybody which is needed because we have a couple spoiled nepo babies on the team.” Ellie seethed a bit to herself before letting her eyes briefly glance over towards the same blonde haired woman who had supposedly ‘knocked her lights out’ during practice. “Are you okay? I know that was probably a lot.” She gently wrapped her hand around my upper arm as if to ground me in some way. And I hadn’t realized how badly my heart was pounding so intensely until I finally felt it behind my ribs. “Mills, you’re shaking.”

“Yeah I um- I think I just need some air.” I stammered, swallowing a dry lump down my throat. Ellie’s slid a protective arm around me before my knees could buckle as she pulled me towards the back door. Tangling my fingers up into her flannel as I wrapped an arm around her waist.

I gulped down a heavy dose of chilly night air the moment she pushed through the double back doors. From above us a lively back patio stretched on, tufts of smoke filtering downstairs through the gaps of the railing. I felt something plastic and metal at the same time being pressed into my hand. My seldomly used inhaler that I frequently forgot… and Ellie and Caitlyn never did. With a shuddering gasp I placed the opening between my lips and sent a gust of the medicated air through my lungs.

“You okay?” Ellie spoke up once the tense moment had passed.

Ellie wasn’t nearly as tall as Caitlyn or even Vi, in fact she was exceedingly average. Still I had to catch myself tilting my head upwards to meet her eyes as my own furrowed together in worry. “Are you okay?” I directed the question back at her as I lifted a hand to place against her freckled cheek.

Ellie sighed and encircled a hand around my forearm as if to hold it in place. “I- I don’t know… I guess. It’s just- I-I thought this shit only happened in books and movies and stuff.” She frowned, running a hand through her unkempt hair before whirling around to take a seat on a nearby ledge that encircled a mostly dead garden. Slowly I trailed over to take the spot next to her causing her eyes to lift towards me ever so slightly. “Millie?”

“Hmmm?” I hummed in response as I laid my head against her shoulder.

“Promise… Promise me if you do get involved with her that you’ll be safe? I mean I know I make a lot of jokes and I talk a lot of shit but- if something actually happened to you, i-if I lost you I-”

“Ellie-“ I shushed just before I could feel her voice break, slipping my arms around her shoulder as I pulled her in closer with a tight squeeze. It wasn’t like her to get emotional too often, it definitely wasn’t like her to cry. Sometimes I almost wondered what she was like before she met me, if there was any correlation to be found. But I knew she had been through a lot.

All of the doctors and nurses at the retreat we were at mainly kept her diagnosis at PTSD, she referred to it as that even herself. She was a US Army veteran who had been stationed in the UK and sometimes I wondered if my parents hated her strictly for that reason alone. Sometimes I almost thought about why she was discharged too and what could’ve really been behind it. An explosion near base that left her with a gunshot wound to the side, a perforated eardrum, a traumatic brain injury, and a shit ton of shrapnel scarring that she now had covered up by a tattoo that spanned the length of her forearm. If anyone knew pain it was Ellie.

I hadn’t been able to stop crying the night she told me and even then I felt bad because of how she comforted me during the whole thing. It should’ve been the other way around and I knew that. But I still thought it could’ve attested to the kind of person she was. And a lot of the times I looked at my own measly self inflicted scars and wondered how I even deserved to stand next to her.

“You are the only good thing that has ever happened to me, Amelia.” She muttered as she leaned her head against mine with a long and shaking breath.

“Ellie, love.” I sighed as I placed another hand against her cheek to peer into her green eyes. “You aren’t on the battlefield anymore, nothing’s going to happen to me or you. I promise. You’re safe now.”

“I hope so.” She whispered after another moment of hesitation. Carefully she wrapped her hand around my wrist and I tried to ignore the sting in my heart once she removed my hand from her face. “We should be careful, in case Vi comes out here. You do like, you know, like her, right?”

“I don’t know.” I answered as I leaned back on my hands slightly. “She’s certainly a looker. But I just- what if it’s too soon to tell? How do you even know whenever you fancy someone?”

“That little ache you felt in your chest whenever Vi called her and Caitlyn an ‘us’? That’s one way you can tell.” Ellie answered as she gave my ankle a little nudge with her combat boots.

“How did you know, you creep?” I nearly giggled as I looked towards her with a lifted brow.

“Because I’m your best friend? Plus, that’s also whenever you started reaching for my hand.”

“I didn’t think I- I thought you grabbed my hand-“

“I did, because you started reaching for it. I mean, either way it does kind of check out doesn’t it?“

“Yeah… I guess you might be right.” I huffed, gnawing on my bottom lip as I fought the urge to stretch my fingers out to Ellie’s all over again. Before I could make contact though the back door swung open once more causing both of our heads to turn in unison.

“So, how much did you hear?” Vi said simply as she strode outside, still as calm and collected as possible with her hands shoved into her pockets once more.

“Oxford has an underground fighting ring?” Ellie blurted out before I could even construct some way to cover up our probably suspicious disappearance. If I wasn’t curious enough myself though I probably would’ve rolled my eyes. She was already a pretty shitty liar though.

“You surprised?” Vi wondered next with a slightly tilted head.

“Why were you so secretive about it in the hallway if you’re being so casual now?” Ellie wondered next, almost rather bravely as she fiddled with the evil eye bracelet around her wrist.

“I didn’t want the wrong person to hear.” She added, her blue eyes briefly sweeping over to me before she took the seat on my other side immediately causing Ellie to tense up almost protectively. “Whatever you think it is though, it isn’t… generally.”

“Caitlyn said somebody died though-“ Ellie stammered next in disbelief.

“It was a freak accident. It had nothing to do with the fighting or- or anything like that.” She propped her elbows up on her knees, sore subject it seemed. Vi knew more than what she was letting on though, neither of us seemed willing to push at the moment however.

A moment of hesitation passed before Ellie cleared her throat and shook her head, “I think I’m gonna go back in, I’m freezing my dick off out here.” Ellie remarked as she pushed herself up to her feet and let her eyes scan over me briefly. “You gonna be okay?”

The thought of being alone with Vi only made it feel like my heart was being sent into overdrive all over again. I didn’t even know why the thought of being alone with someone I liked scared me so much. She was older, more experienced, hard and cold yet inviting at the same time. A curious kind of inviting. “Yeah, I-I’ll be okay.” I stuttered with a nod.

“Okay, call me… if you change your mind.” Her hands curled into fists briefly, like she herself was about to change her mind. Something else lingering, but whatever it was she didn’t act on it. Only turning her head to drag herself to the door.

“You know there’s definitely some sexual tension between you two, right?” Vi questioned as she pulled a half used pack of cigarettes from the pocket of her ripped black skinny jeans.

“Excuse me?” I questioned in shock with my jaw neatly dropping. “But Ellie’s- Ellie’s not-“

“Don’t try to tell me she’s not a lesbian.”

“Oh no, she’s definitely a lesbian.” I almost snickered, the thought of Ellie ever being with a man nearly sending me into fits. “But just so you’re aware, two lesbians can definitely have a super close friendship and not be in a romantic relationship.” I huffed in response as I crossed my arms and shook my head. “I mean honestly, I’m really starting to question your intentions.”

“Oh doll, you should always question my intentions.” I nearly shivered at her words. A tremor shooting through my legs that I hadn’t felt before leaving me clamping them shut as if to silence the irregular feeling.

“So… do you just have a thing for Kirammans or something?” I wondered, wringing my hands on my lap in some way to think of something else. Anything else.

Vi scoffed and rolled her eyes with a shake of her head, “Yeah I was waiting for that one to come up.”

“I mean it’s a valid question, is it not?”

“Caitlyn and I slept together a few times last year… that’s all we did, that’s all it was.” She placed a cigarette between her lips and lit up the end. “It was a hookup, a good hookup which is why we did it again but- it didn’t go any farther than that.“

Anxiously I fiddled with the ring on my finger, stimming in every way I could it seemed to distract from the clench in my chest as she described her relations with my sister. “So, why else would you be interested in me then?”

“I’ve seen you around occasionally. Whenever you go to games with Caitlyn or jack the university library where you either obsessively write on your computer or read some book that’s bigger than your entire forearm.”

“Do you watch me or something? Like a creep?” I couldn’t help but smirk slightly as I stole a glance over at her.

“You’re hard not to look at.” She answered, blue eyes meeting mine as she withdrew a long puff of smoke from her lips, the cigarette dangling in between her fingers haphazardly. That same churning feeling seeming to overtake my entire body now, my eyes briefly glancing down towards her lips for the most minuscule of seconds. Not minuscule enough for Vi not to notice though as I watched them curl up in a tiny smirk. “I saw that.”

“Saw what?” I murmured innocently, bringing a hand up to my lips to bite at my nails again. Vi only let out a chuckle of her own though before taking another drag of her cigarette.

“Nothing darlin’.” She added, the pet name causing my toes to curl in my Mary Janes. “Anyways, then from like, May through July you disappeared for a while. So I wondered if your parents might’ve actually let you take another year off or you managed to actually break the cycle of Oxford alumni.”

“Not quite.” My face fell at the mention of the summer’s events, catching my bottom lip between my teeth as I dropped my hand back towards my lap. “No, the uhhh… the summer was rough. But I met Ellie though so- I guess it worked out. I just, you know, wish it could’ve been under better circumstances. That’s why we aren’t a thing, if you’re wondering. It’s usually a bad idea to date the friend you meet whenever you’re in a psychiatric facility.”

Her expression seemed to come with a subtle understanding, softening momentarily as she flicked out the remainder of the cigarette. “S-Sorry, i-if I just trauma dumped on you o-or anything.”

“You didn’t. You aren’t.” Vi shook her head, rough fingers finally brushing on top of my fidgeting ones. I never knew it could feel so comforting having them stroking my knuckles in the way she did. “How are you now? Like… in the aftermath?”

I wanted to groan and fight and kick and scream at the frustrating sting that always crept into my eyes whenever someone would ask if I was okay. I should’ve been tired of hearing it by now. It shouldn’t have had an effect the way that it did but still somehow it had felt like forever that someone had actually asked me that. How are you afterwards? I know you went through hell. But how are you now?

“I think… all things considered, I could be worse. But- I think I could be better too.” I answered with a small shrug. A strange feeling of warmth seemed to envelop over me as she slid her fingers through mine. Each small touch inching closer and closer like she was giving me the chance to protest, to pull away, to do whatever I needed to do to feel comfortable. But I enjoyed her touches, her big hand overtaking mine and I wanted to feel it on my cheek, knotting through my hair, around my waist, against my thighs. Fuck, I didn’t understand why. “Vi.” I muttered her name like it was the only thing I knew how to say, lifting a shivering free hand but not knowing what to do with it, where to put it. What was I even supposed to do? “I-I’ve never done this before- f-felt this before. W-What do I do?”

“Shhh…” Vi whispered, softly brushing her finger underneath my chin so I had no choice but to look up at her. Transfixed in her blue eyes until I crumpled. “You don’t have to do anything.”

The last time I felt anything similar was with Ellie, over the summer, where I shouldn’t have felt for anything besides trying to get better. Even then it was completely different. Ellie was sunshine. Ellie was laughing and jokes and making all of the nurses’ lives hell as we snuck around the ward and fell asleep in each other’s beds.

Vi felt like the opposite. She was the moon. Hauntingly curious and dark. Like she was beckoning me forward with every subtle touch setting off sparks against my skin. She was a new experience, unfamiliar territory just begging to be explored.

“Tell me what you want.” I shivered as I felt her hand against my cheek and I didn’t know if it was the cold or just her. “If you want me to leave you alone, I’ll leave you alone. But if not-“

“Will you- W-Will you kiss me?” I stammered all over again, it was like I couldn’t get any of my words right as I kept shooting glance after glance at her lips. A noticeable scar running through her upper lip.

That same telling smirk crept back into her expression, my chest clenching as I watched her rise up to her feet as if she was about to tell me no. “You ever been kissed before?”

“Ummm… n-no, not really.”

“Not really?”

“No, n-no I haven’t.” I finally answered fully, peering down at my lap as if in shame. Waiting for the rejection. The declaration that I wasn’t at all what she wanted and the inevitable and probably unnecessary heartbreak that would follow afterwards.

“And you want me, some good for nothing chick you met at a bar to kiss you?”

“Why did you ask me what I want if you’re just going to challenge me about it!” I wondered as I finally launched myself off of the bench but I only lost all sense of authority once I realized our height difference again.

“I just want you to fully understand what you’re getting yourself into.”

“It’s just a kiss!”

“You seem like the kind of person who takes that thing kind of seriously.” Vi voiced with a casual shrug as if she already knew she was right. She didn’t have to ask for confirmation because she already saw right through me. It’s not like I haven’t had a ton of opportunities. I could’ve easily kissed Ellie now countless of times but I hadn’t because I knew what would happen afterwards. She’d look at it as ‘getting my first kiss out of the way’ and I’d probably just fall in love with her. How dangerous could it be to fall in love with somebody so quickly? I was a disaster, a ticking timebomb waiting to happen.

“You’re right, it’s stupid.” I spoke, finally pulling my eyes away from her to face the ground. My body was a tense wreck, my chest hurt, I was definitely going to get sick from being out in the cold for so long, and I didn’t see any good in staying out here for any longer.

I turned on my heel to head back inside as I tried to hide the disappointment and complete idiocy on my face. Before I knew it though I could already hear Vi clearing her throat from behind me, “Wait.” She ordered, and if that wasn’t enough to halt my steps I could feel her hand snaking around my wrist. My breath caught in my throat as I felt her whirling me around to face her with ease.

My body pressed to hers and suddenly I could feel every inch of every muscle beneath her clothes. Her hands overtook my waist, sliding around me until I couldn’t smell anything but the nicotine on her breath and the expensive cologne that wafted from her pulse points. Before I could even contemplate what was happening I could feel her lips on mine. A gasp froze in my throat as I registered what was happening, shivering gasps for air the moment she broke away, scanning my face as if to determine where I was. If I was okay. And before I knew it again I was clamoring for her lips once more.

My arm flew around her shoulder as if to hold myself up, not like her hands gripping my waist weren’t already doing a great job at that. I just wanted to touch her, seeking out her warmth. My hand slipping underneath her jacket as if to drag across the flimsy material of the wife pleaser she wore underneath. Her lips were so much softer than I could’ve ever predicted they would be, but electricity felt like it was coursing through my veins at the sensations of her pulling me in by the waist anytime our bodies naturally separated. It was warmth and disaster at the same time. A forest fire burning up all around me as our lips moved in sync. Her hands leaving a burning trail as they seemed to settle on my hips. God, how was I supposed to ever get enough whenever she felt like this?

My breathing came out in shaking gasps of air once our lips broke apart. The feeling without them was almost unnatural they felt so perfect and made for my own. I wanted more, I was desperate for more but too scared to speak the words as I stared up at her with widened eyes. “Vi…”

“Fuck, you say my name like it’s only meant for your lips alone.” She whispered, my hand curling against her chest as she traced the outline of my lips with her thumb. “Should probably get you inside before you freeze to death.”

My lips seemed to burn as she stepped away, every inch of the cold sweeping back into me as I nodded in response. Vi’s warm hand pressed to my back to lead me towards the back door and instinctively I couldn’t help but bring my hand up towards my lips that I could’ve sworn were still tingling.

She was going to ruin me, wasn’t she?

A/N: Elmelia girlies I have got some good shit cooking up for you next. Vimelia girlies also don’t stress though because I am nothing if not messy! 🖤