#also begging everyone to listen to this woman sing

[isingonly4myangel]

Spotify:

42, 56, and 72?

42. “That Old Black Magic” Glenn Miller (thanks Sleep No More)

56. “Amour, Amour” Melissa Errico

72. “Dreams” Fleetwood Mac

[pileofboneswrites]

PRETTY BOY_headcanons.strangerthings

general eddie munson headcanons.

SUMMARY — some of my eddie headcanons :)

MASTERLIST | NEXT

eddie is adhd personified

will start 16 tasks then realize he didn't finish the first one so he will go back and then turn around and do the same thing until he's finished them all

will make himself something to eat or drink, and then go back to the livingroom/his room and get hungry/thirsty only to find thr drink or snack waiting for him because he forgot it the first time

puts things down and then 'loses' them constantly!! it's literally in front of your face pretty boy!!!

obsessed with music, and absolutely hates silence

he literally cannot function if there's silence

cleaning the kitchen? he's blasting metallica. in the shower? black sabbath on full volume and you better believe he's doing every (air) guitar solo, and singing along the whole time. getting ready for bed/falling alseep? his favourite dio album is turned down low enough it won't bother wayne, but it's playing until he either passes out and it clicks off, or he's putting on another album

isn't a music genre snob but in the same breath will tell you he'd rather die than listen to country music

despite his stance on country music, loves willy nelson and johnny cash (because who doesn't???)

loves animals and would kill if he caught someone abusing them

cries watching kitty/puppy videos, because they're so damn innocent and too good for humanity and this world

he physically cannot watch those ads about abused animals, will turn the tv off or leave the room (will still get misty eyed just thinking about the poor babies)

will steal animals he sees being mistreated, and will either beg wayne to let him keep them or rehome them to somewhere they'll be loved and properly cared for (he goes and visits them periodically too)

super flirty with people, especially if you're on the shyer side, or are an old lady

if he notices you're shy/insecure he'll lay it on thick (loves seeing people blush/get flustered)

loves old ladies, like grandma's, always tells them they don't look old enough to have children let alone grandchildren or gasp, great grandchildren

gets easily flustered when people flirt with him

he's a natural flirt, unless someone flirts first/or flirts back – then his brain short circuits and he's completely thrown off his game

very gentlemanly

holds open doors for everyone, doesn't matter if you're a man, woman, etc, also doesn't matter how far from the door you are, he will hold it if he sees you coming in his direction — respects wait staff, janitors, etc (always leaves a good tip because people suck, and wait staff deserve to be treated well and tipping is essential!!!)

is a good cook/terrible baker

loves to try new recipes, loves experimenting with his cooking, wayne taught him the basics and then eddie started cooking super all the time for them, making sure wayne was well fed

also can make delicious food out of things you would never expect!!

do not try the cookies/muffins/cupcakes/etc. just don't he doesn't realize that baking soda and baking powder are different things!!!! he will make you the saltiest baked goods you've ever tried!!!

looks like a black cat is infact a golden retriever

he is a silly, goofy, happy boy!! he likes meeting new people, making new friends, (also thinks hes a lap dog)

has zero spatial awareness

he flings his hands/arms around like there's no one else on the planet often results in accidentally hitting someone or almost hitting someone

walks into things in his eyeline that he can see are coming closer, or tries to dodge things when they get close enough instead of just moving over half an inch

bumps his head, stubs his toes a lot, trips or almost trips like once an hour

will bump into your if you're walking beside him, he has a bad habit of nearly shoving people into walls because of how close he gets

apologizes to inanimate objects that he bumps into on the regular

taught himself to play the guitar, drums and piano

when he was a kid his grandparents had a little standing piano in their living room and he'd mess around with it, and then he heard a song on the radio he really liked that had a piano in it so he sat down and over christmas break he taught himself how to play the song, and then how to play some more songs — he only ever seeks out a piano when he's sad now

wayne got him a kid sized drum set for christmas one year, and he played with it until it ultimately broke apart — he taught gareth to play drums

his love of playing guitar came from his father, who before and abandoning eddie taught him a couple chords, and gave him his first guitar — it was an acoustic but it was the only good gift his father ever gave him

cannot stay still

fidgets with his rings, taps his foot, clicks pens (until everyone around his is annoyed), picks at peeling paint, stickers, etc, doodles on himself constantly

has hearing loss from how loud he plays his music + not wearing ear protection at band practices

its mostly because of how loud he cranks his music in the van, never realizes how bad it is until he gets in in the morning for work/school and nearly deafens himself but also scares himself so bad that sometimes he dumps his coffee all over the place

has a terrible memory

writes lists/important 'to do's' on the top of his hand/wrist because he always forgets something, he always has something written down — and despite this still forgets

reuses jokes that aren't that funny but will die laughing upon every delivery

walks into hell fire weaing the same shirt as every friday session and will say "oh that's embarrassing, we've all worn the same thing" ((also not my head canon but it's so funny and i can't stop thinking about it so i had to add it))

is always reading something

be it a horror novel, a dnd manual, something someone recommended to him, he always has a book on/with him

loves thunderstorms and rain

he finds it calming, the rhythmic beating of the rain hitting the metal of the trailer roof, a kind of music in its own right

he likes to sit in the doorway and watch as it pours down, just sitting there, feeling the mist of cool water that sprays up

under absolutely no circumstances does he fuck with porcelain dolls

their eyes are creepy and they follow you, 'nough said

loves halloween more than any other holiday

dresses up every year with zero regard for what anyone thinks, loves to scare kids, always has the most elaborate set up so that he can sit out in the yard and watch/be apart of the scaring

is a lover

doesn't really have many preferences for a partner, isn't really set on a specific gender, body type, age, etc

i'm of the belief that eddie would love you for loving him

terrible at fighting

he prefers not to fight, which is why he wears rings, so if he has to at least that might get them to back off

so good at gift giving

he remembers that one thing you mentioned that one time like nine years ago and anytime he sees something that reminds him of you he gets it

prefers to make gifts for people, and always gets them something they love/need

[just-wrting]

Feeling Fangs Part 2

Title: Feeling Fangs Part 2

Pairing: Charlotte Katakuri x Wife!Reader

Word Count: 4.6k

Summary: You and Katakuri explore your relationship more after you remember things from the past that you try not to think about.

Master List Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

A/N: Wrote a part 2! This ended up longer than I expected due to things I wanted to put in it, but that’s fine. My fics have been getting longer and that’s good! My bf and I have officially reached Wano, so expect Law content in the future cause he’s also just a pretty boy. Anyway, here’s part 2 to a boy who took like three episodes to get into my top three one piece men. This is written for a female reader, but men, please send an ask if you want me to make it masculine!

You don't have the dream often, but when you do, you can never wake up on your own. It's like she's still staring down at you, waiting to destroy you for defying her. Sure it all worked out, but it still terrifies you as much as it did then.

The dream starts after you arrive. Your shoes clack against the polished floors, announcing your every step to all who are listening. Your jacket flutters behind you as you walk, giving off the impression of a cloak not a jacket. You've made sure that you picked out a new outfit to try to impress her, but you aren't sure she's a woman to be impressed by looks.

"An audience with Big Mom? You must be insane," the man escorting you jeers. "What makes you think you can get what you want?"

You don't reply, setting your jaw in determination. It's been something you've always been able to do. You get your way from almost everyone when you're this determined, not just your father. Not only that, you're banking on a few things to make you convincing.

The door swings open to a chorus of singing, the musical behind the door not stopping for you. It's just one of those techniques to intimidate you, and you won't fall for it. Not even as you swallow your heart back down and clench your fists to stop the fear. It's ridiculous. This whole plan is ridiculous all because you're stubborn about who you get to marry.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" she asks, leaning down to look at you. "To what do I owe the pleasure of having the next bride coming to my territory early?"

You sweep into a deep bow, not raising your eyes. Everything rests on your performance.

"I had a request. I fear that the groom you have paired me with is a bad match."

You can feel the heat of her anger. "Are you saying that I'm a bad matchmaker? All of my children are happy with their marriages, why wouldn't yours be the same?"

You straighten and hesitantly look at her. "I would never say that. What I fear may have happened, is you believe my role in my father's business. I may be his daughter, but I have yet to be labeled the heir."

"So you are useless?"

You gulp. "If that's how you choose to view it. I am merely being honest with you about my father. I'm begging you for your help, Big Mom. With your help, I can be named the heir. As soon as that happens, you are free to do with my father as you wish and I will turn it over to you."

She leans back and rubs her chin. "What does this have to do with the marriage?"

You keep your hands folded behind your back. "I need to marry someone who can protect me against anyone and who would never respect my father. I'm unsure how he does it, but he has been able to get very powerful people to do things he wants."

Thunder booms through the room as she growls at you. "Are you saying my children are weak?"

You bite your lip. How is she taking everything you say the wrong way?

"I have heard about some of your children more than others." You take a deep breath, trying to steady your ever growing nerves. "Perhaps it's a bit difficult to understand my perspective. You are the strongest woman on the seas. You're able to get yourself out of any fight you get in. You are unstoppable. I am nobody. I have no abilities and no fighting knowledge. Everyday I have to fear for my life. It would be better for you if I had a strong husband to rely on instead of running to you when I'm in danger."

You hold your back as straight as you can, pushing down all your fear. You have no idea if she's listening to you or if you're signing your own death warrant with every word you say.

She calms down. "So what you're saying is that you're afraid of getting hurt so you'd like one of my strongest children to marry you in exchange for handing over your father's empire?"

"In the simplest of terms, yes that is my request. You are a gracious woman for even listening to my request."

Her laughter echos through the room. "Very well. I hope you're okay with finding out which of my sons you'll marry at the wedding."

You dip into another bow. "Of course, whatever you wish I shall be okay with now that my fears have been put to rest."

She waves you off. "Begone now, I seem to have another person to speak to."

You walk out of the room as calmly as you can. Internally, you're both relieved and panicked. Now you have made your future even more twisted and unclear. The mere thought of going home or coming back here makes you sick.

As soon as you can, you duck into the shadows and start to retch. There's nothing to vomit, you skipped breakfast, but spit trails down your lips to the floor. All of your nerves are finally getting to you and you can't hold it back anymore.

There's a faint clinking sound as someone walks towards you, but you don't turn around. Not only is it a bit mortifying to be seen like this, you just don't have the energy. Who ever it is pauses a short distance away, never saying anything. You know it's to look at you. You left the door open behind you.

Normally the dream continues with you finding food, but still throwing it up as the Big Mom pirates sneer at you. This time, you jolt awake to see Katakuri looking at you with worry.

Your breathing is heavy as you fumble around, trying to get away. There's a million thoughts racing in your mind, but the most prominent one being that you have to leave. You don't even stop trying to get out of the bed as he picks you up and sets you in his lap.

"It's just me," he whispers as he pulls your head to his chest. "You're awake, and you're safe."

You do your best to focus on the sound of his breathing, trying to match it. It's a bit tricky since he's got larger lungs, but the deeper breaths help you slowly calm down. You ignore the rest of your body as you, pretending that you aren't still trembling.

You can't remember the last time you woke up like this. Maybe it was when you first got married and you were terrified of being surrounded by strangers. Maybe it was when they killed your dad and you kept getting those letters saying that people would get their revenge. Maybe it was just a few weeks ago when you woke up in a cold sweat wondering if you would ever see Katakuri again.

By the time you've calmed down, you forget why it scares you so much. It's just a dream of a time that you could've died but didn't. It's just a dream. It will only ever stay a dream.

"What happened?" His voice is soft as he kisses the top of your head. "Tell me."

You draw in a shaky breath. "It's just a dream I have sometimes. Just remembering why we got married in the first place. Did anyone ever tell you why?"

Katakuri gently rubs his thumb against your skin. It's nice to just have him hold you like this for a little bit. Even if you woke him and you feel like a bother.

"Mother just said that you were someone she needed to keep in check and I was the best fit for that. That's all I know."

"I marched in here and asked that she gave me a different son to marry. Part of it was I thought your brother was..." you search for the right word. "Not my type. Part of it was that I was scared to get killed by your family so I wanted one of her strongest sons so that way I was safer."

"Does that mean I'm your type?"

You can feel his face start to heat up as he leans against you. It's not something you ever really thought about, so you rack your brain for the answer.

"I'd say so. I didn't pick you out, your mom did, but that doesn't mean you aren't my type." Your face starts to heat up. "You are the prettiest one and I would be lying if I said that I hadn't thought of marrying you when I first heard about it."

He stops moving. "Why me?"

"Because you're my type. I keep learning new things about you that just tick more of my boxes so it worked out alright."

You tilt your head back and give him a soft kiss. For a moment he stays still, but he's quick to grab your chin and keep you there. It's only been a few weeks, but you've gotten plenty used to just how affectionate he is when you're alone.

"Like what?" His eyes look into yours, unblinking and persistent. "What do you like about me?"

"Are you really going to make me list off everything I like about you?"

Even in the dark his eyes shine, and you find yourself mesmerized. He looks so pretty and you reach up to play with his hair.

"Just a few things."

You pretend to think really hard about it. "Well, let me think. I like that you're honorable."

Pressing a kiss to his jaw, you continue to list things. "You care deeply about people."

A kiss to his cheek. "You're incredibly sweet."

A kiss to his nose. "And you have to be the prettiest man I've ever seen."

With a smile, you press your lips to his. You mean every word you said, and you hope he knows that. It's official. You've definitely fallen for him, but you'll keep that to yourself for now.

Katakuri grips your waist and pulls you closer. He's soft and warm, and it's just so comforting to be held. It hadn't taken you long to get used to this, and now you find yourself enjoying it.

Before you can react, he pulls away and presses a kiss to your temple. "It's still early in the morning, get more sleep."

Scowling, you decide to sass back. "Who are you to tell me what to do?"

He gives you another kiss. "Your husband."

"Uh-huh. And how long have you been my husband?"

"Three years, seven months, and," you hear the sound of him picking up the clock and setting it down. "Twelve days."

"I'm surprised you remember that. I forgot all about it last year." You put your head back against his chest. "Though you're never around for it."

He starts to rub your back again. "In case it was important. What made you remember?"

"Someone left me a gift to celebrate it. I don't know who, though they've left me a gift every year."

You close your eyes, content to just relax. Katakuri is always warm and soft. There's very little that's more relaxing than just laying on him and going to sleep.

"What did you do with them? Did you throw them out?" He sounds worried.

You give a halfhearted shake of your head. "Nope, they're in the top drawer of my dresser. The only thing I've considered throwing out is some stuff that an old friend sent me. Why? Did you send them?"

There's a rumble in his chest before he wraps his arm around you and rolls over. "Don't ask questions, just sleep."

"Have you been trying to woo me this whole time, Katakuri?"

He holds you tighter. "If I promise to tell you who left those tomorrow, will you go to sleep?"

You laugh. "Sure, but only if you promise."

"Alright, I promise. Now go to sleep."

It's not a hard thing to do. You're warm and comfortable right where you are, and you feel sleep tugging you back. The thing that gets you the most is the feeling of being safe. Right now, as you are, you feel absolutely safe for what must be the first time in a long time.

—-

You throw the clothes on the bed and groan. Nothing you've managed to pull out has worked or fit, and you're starting to go insane. How did it not cross his mind to tell you that you needed to go with him to some stupid meeting? Now you're stuck rifling through your closet looking for something that Big Mom won't kill you for wearing.

"Why didn't you tell me last night?" you whine as you pull out another shirt. "None of this is going to work."

Katakuri watches you from the bed, wearing the same thing he always wears. He has it easy with a wardrobe filled with replicas of his biker outfit. Sure he looks great in it, but would it kill him to wear something else and suffer with the ability to choose? Maybe something that could actually cover that massive chest of his.

"Should I pick for you?"

You wave at him dismissively. "No. I need to prove that I know what to wear to something like this. Otherwise if she wants to see me when you aren't around, I'll be in trouble."

You can feel his eyes on you, but you ignore it. It's not until you slip on another dress, that you realize he's been in the room the whole time. It never bothered you before. In fact, the first time you changed in front of him you told him that it didn't matter if he saw you change because you're married.

Now that's changed. Sure, you're still married, you've just started to be more romantic and physical with each other. After three years, you've started to actually act like a couple. It's only been about a month, and the realization has just started to set in.

Even though you've done this a hundred times, you suddenly feel exposed and embarrassed. Has he always looked at you like this and you just never noticed? Maybe you should just go change in the bathroom instead.

"This also doesn't fit, I can't get the zipper up. I think I'll do this in the bathroom instead."

The bed squeaks as he swings his legs off. "I can help."

You feel your body heat up. "That's not necessary. How much time do I have left? Maybe I can go buy something."

"You look fine in everything you wear," he adds. "I don't believe it matters what you wear."

"I just," you pause to slip the dress off. "I just want to be perfect. Everyone views you as perfect so I need to match that."

You rub the silk between your fingers before chucking it to the floor. It doesn't matter what you wear. You'll never be more to them than Katakuri's little wife. Someone who's a thorn in their side and took him away.

"You're already perfect," he mumbles. "Just wear what you like."

You don't respond. Not only can you not hear him, you aren't sure if anything he could say would make you feel better. Maybe that's for the best. Dealing with his family isn't something he can really help with. It a challenge you need to deal with on your own.

You continue to absentmindedly pull clothes out and toss them around. All you're actually doing is making a mess. It'll all have to be sorted, hung, and put away once more, and you probably won't have the energy.

Eventually you pull out something you forgot you owned. The fabric is soft and soothing to the touch. You think back to when you bought it, shortly after you got married. Clearly you were thinking about Katakuri, the color matches his eyes.

You pull it out and hold it up to your chest. "What do you think of this?"

He nods. "It suits you."

You hum in thought. That's not much a reaction. To be fair, he hasn't given you much of a reaction this whole time. Part of you wants him to give you more than that, you wish you could see if he was flustered. Unfortunately, he's all ready, complete with his scarf tucked under his nose.

"That's it?" You raise an eyebrow. "I think I was thinking about you when I bought it since I'm pretty sure your eyes are this color."

You make your way over to the bed and hold it up to his head. Leaning in close, you stare into his eyes, looking back and forth between him and the clothes. The color is practically a perfect match. You don't know how you managed to pull that off, but you feel proud of that.

"It's the same color." You brush his hair away from his eyes. "Such a pretty color."

Katakuri reaches up and grabs your hip. It hurts a bit, but you don't mind. You know he can't tell how much force he can apply to your skin so it's never intentional. Normally you just remind him that you're not a sixteen foot tall piece of muscle and he needs to be more gentle. This time, you don't have the chance.

He takes the hanger from you and tosses it on the nightstand. You frown before he pulls you into his lap. Having no idea what game he's play, you push his chest and huff.

"What are you trying to do?"

You're flustered at the position, straddling his thigh in your underwear. It's impossible to tell how he feels right now due to his face being in shadow, but you hope he's more confident than you are.

"Is there something wrong?"

You grip the soft leather covering his chest and cover your mouth. Squirming to get out of his grasp isn't helping. In fact, it's making things worse. The way he's holding you makes it impossible to escape.

Closing your eyes, you try to get control of your thoughts. Every time you move, you end up grinding against him. You feel dirty for wanting to keep going. A large part of you wants him, even if it's in this way.

"N-no. I'm fine."

You stifle a moan as he pulls you closer. It's like he's encouraging you to give in, but you can't bring yourself to do that just yet. Not when you don't know if you can, and especially when you don't know if you'd be able to stop.

There's the sound of him using his devil fruit, and soon he's lifting your chin up. You open your eyes just enough to look into his. He's not looking into your eyes, tracing your body with his gaze instead. When he finally does meet your gaze, his pupils are wide and his eyes are dark. You've never seen him like that, but for some reason it gives you the answer you need.

Even though you're covering your mouth, you bite your lip to keep yourself from making noise. You can't bring yourself to break eye contact as you start grinding against him. His brow furrows slightly before he closes his eyes. You feel his chest rise and fall in deep breaths under your hand as he seems to struggle with something.

Katakuri keeps you steady, his fingers digging into your skin. Your eyes flutter shut, and you drop your head into his chest. At this point, the movement of your hips is like second nature. The dragging of your cunt against his thigh brings you  pleasure you haven't felt in months.

Focusing on your own pleasure, you start to move faster. You slide your knees to the side just a bit more to get even closer. Whining at extra friction, you feel your whole body flush. Each rock of your hips sends jolts of pleasure to your core.

You spread your fingers, panting to get more air. It's starting to make your thighs and hips ache, but you can't stop. You don't want to stop. You're chasing the high of an orgasm.

After a few minutes of rolling your hips down into him, you start to lose your pace. The tension in your core is building to its peak and you can't focus on anything but reaching it. You're desperate and clinging to him like it'll help.

As if sensing your desperation, Katakuri guides your hips back and forth. You struggle to muffle the sounds you make as you feel the tension snap. Your legs shake as your orgasm courses through you, and you grip his jacket as tight as you can.

Your hips don't stop moving until you're over sensitive and whining. It takes a moment for you to catch your breath, your chest heaving as you go limp. You barely register Katakuri lifting you off his thigh and laying you on the bed. His touch is light and gives you goosebumps.

There's the soft feeling of a damp towel on your face and thighs as he wipes you down as best as he can. You give a peek to look at him, finding him still in intense concentration.

"I'll let you rest for a moment. We won't be late."

You nod and close your eyes. Not only did you have a nightmare last night, but you got your exercise in already this morning. It's surprisingly exhausting, and you feel like taking a nap. You could probably get away with it too, since Katakuri dotes on you.

You curl into a ball on his side of the bed, making yourself comfortable. It's still warm from where he was, and you absentmindedly reach for the blanket. Of course, you can't reach it. Deciding that it doesn't matter, you give up.

After what feels like seconds, he's gently shaking you awake again. You stretch and groan before rolling over. Risking your life for a few more minutes is stupid, but what else are you going to do? Get up and go to the meeting?

"Get dressed. I can carry you, but you have to wear something."

You pout. "I don't even want to go. Why do I have to go?"

He presses a kiss to your forehead. "I don't know, but it isn't wise to keep Mother waiting."

—-

You look at your lap. Most of the topics are about fixing up the remains of the chateau, something you couldn't care less about. As long as you and your husband have a room big enough for him, you'll be fine.

"Now, time for the reason I called some of you here," Big Mom announces, banging a spoon on her teacup. "I hope that at least some of you can fulfill my request."

What little noises that were being made stopped almost as soon as she started speaking. You glance at Katakuri who doesn't seem fazed. Deciding to calm down, you take your tea in your hand and take a sip.

"This attack against me has made me realize that I'm not quite as young as I once was. Therefore," she gestures around the table, "as all my married children, it is your job to continue growing our family. The first to bring me a grandchild will be rewarded."

You choke on your tea, coughing into the cup. Did she really just request that you start having kids? You're well aware of how old all of her married kids are, but she can't be serious. She already has a grandchild, not that she'll ever call the kid that.

"Is something wrong with my request?”

You shake your head aggressively. "Absolutely not. I thought for just a moment there was a bug in my tea, but it appears I'm just suffering from a lack of sleep. I'm sorry for the disruption."

You don't even pay attention the rest of her talk. Who knows what she's going on about with her age, some of her kids aren't even double digits? Maybe this is just some plan to get you killed in the dumbest way possible. How are you supposed to have kids with Katakuri of all guys? He's sixteen feet tall.

That's not to say you haven't thought about having kids with him. Even if it's been in a more 'how would this work' way and less of a 'I really want kids' way. You’ve only started to be comfortable with him in the romantic sense in the past month or two so you haven’t had the chance to even discuss such a topic. Though you don’t think you’d mind trying.

You shake your head slightly, attempting to get rid of the thoughts. This sort of situation is not the time to be thinking like that. Even if he keeps looking over at you to make sure you’re okay.

Thankfully the meeting ends after a few more minutes, and you head outside. The stress of being around so many of the Big Mom pirates is giving you jitters and you want to just curl up into a ball and scream. Normally they leave you alone, even if giving you dirty looks, but this time you were forced to partake in a dumb meeting about having kids.

Just as she had asked, Katakuri stays behind for a few more minutes. You watch the door anxiously, biting your nails as you wait. It’s a bad habit, but you can’t break it due to moments like these. Moments where you aren’t sure what’s going to happen to you or your husband. Moments where your whole life could be upturned. Thankfully, he comes out looking fine, if mildly annoyed.

He picks you up and sets you on his shoulder. “Let’s go.”

“What did she want to talk to you about?”

He doesn’t answer. Instead he just keeps walking down the stairs, making sure to not jostle you too much. Whatever it was must’ve been somewhat bad if he’s not willing to talk about it yet. Maybe he just doesn’t want to bother you with whatever it was.

You take in the construction as you walk, surprised by just how fast the work has been. The whole chateau is almost complete, only missing finishing details and furniture. It’s pretty impressive, and you wonder how everyone managed to get it done. Katakuri and you even have your original room back already, though you aren’t sure where they managed to find all of your belongings. Not that it matters, you have other things to worry about.

Once he sets you down and locks the door, Katakuri sighs. He looks slightly aggravated, and you aren’t entirely sure why. It’s clearly related to whatever his mom wants him to do, but whatever it is can’t be that bad. Not that you have any idea of what she normally asks of him.

“There’s something I need to go do,” he says, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’ll be back in a few days.”

“It’s okay. I was really worried she had scolded and threatened you, so I’m glad you’re just leaving for a little bit.”

You press your hand to your chest in relief. There are far worse things that could’ve been said than having him go do something. At least he’s still safe and still yours.

“I’ll do my best to be quick.” He bends down to look in your eyes. “I promise.”

“I don’t care how long you take, as long as you come back safe.” You press a kiss to his lips. “Promise me you’ll come back safe and sound.”

Katakuri returns your kiss. “I promise to come back to you.”

With that, he leaves. Even though he just left, you find yourself missing him. You push down the idea of running after him and begging him to stay or take you with him. There’s no need to bother him. He’s already promised to come back and that’s more than you could ask for.

[houserautha]

Ok, okay listen I have a mighty neeed to say this!

How would Feyd-Rautha feel about having a wife who’s sensual???❤️Hear me out, his spouse comes from a small planet called Eros (Greek word for passionate love) and it’s basically the opposite of Giedi Prime, the people are loving, gentle and highly romantic individuals. Even worse they are pacifists! At first Feyd is like eww wtf is that culture? Never heard of such a thing, but when it’s time to meet the bride he sees her and is bewitched…

She has long rapunzel hair cascading down her back, or in a braid. She’s gentle with the maids and teaches them how to put flowers in her hair.

Always had luxurious perfumes and oils. Runs Feyd these big bubble baths and soothes his wounds.

Has the best fruits and sweets shipped in from her planet. Loves telling stories to children, like one of those lovely kindergarten teachers and she thanks everyone for their help.

Loves to paint, and do artsy stuff that Feyd just doesn’t understand where is the war? The bloodshed! The chaos—oh she made me a painting of my battles! Oh that’s so😍

Kisses Feyd’s bruises and at first he’s like cut that out! But then he’s like “Where are my kisses?” “I demand your affection woman.” And she’s like you don’t have to beg. Black cat hubby vibes🐈‍⬛

Gives him good massages too. Will brutally kill and then surely die if she offers anyone else a massage.

Soft and siren like singing voice, plays the harp. Even the Baron is impressed and wants her to play for their events everytime.

“Pick up the blade and defend yourself wife! You never know when you’ll need to, especially if I’m not home to protect you.” His wife just shrugs “But darling, I don’t believe in violence.” Feyd take as deep breath and closes his eyes.

Speaks in a gentle tones “Hello Rabban how are—?” Feyd: “Don’t speak to him he’s a brute!” Rabban is touched that she cares but also jealous that Feyd always gets the most beautiful things offered to him. Even a caring bride.

Extremely calm and seductive. No voice or Bene Gesserit skills needed. Feyd storms in stressed, covered in blood from one his fights and she’s just lying there half naked in a robe reading a book. “Would you like to make love would that be better?” She asks stroking the sheets. “I—I would love to fuck you.” “Oh! Well those are two different things, if you’d like then” “Come here. Come here!” *climbs onto bed.*

Comforts Feyd when he has nightmares. Caresses him and hands him a mug. Feyd: “What is this? It smells horrid.” “It’s elderflower tea my love, it’ll calm you.”🥰 *sips tea* “I hate it. It’s disgusting.” *keeps sipping*

Wears a lot of silk, velvet and lace. Has a gorgeous body and luscious skin.

Feyd is shocked when his darlings don’t want to harm her because she spoils them with special treats, delicious wine, jewelry, and dresses. They forget he enters the room because they are giggling over their gifts. Feyd: “What is this?” “She gave us heart and kidney pie.” “And silver rings!”

Bonus points: She ALWAYS wears red lipstick which is a contrast to the black and white of the Harkonnen planet. Imagine whenever she steps in to see Feyd and her smile is wide and her lips look like bright blood.

Just a thought enjoy!❤️

Omg I LOVE all of this, thank you for sharing it!!

I definitely think it would be a learning curve for Feyd but deep down he just desperately wants someone to love him😂😭

I can see him getting frustrated with himself like “what are these feelings, what has she done to me” and when he asks her what kind of witch she is, she just throws back her head and laughs and tells him, “that’s love, dear”

[zerokurokawa]

I absolutely love your writing so I'm back for more!

I really like the whole song prompt idea since I usually listen to music while scrolling through here so I wanna keep that going.

This one is gonna be based on I'd Rather Go Blind by Etta James (or by Beyoncé up to you)

Im think cheater!bonten!Ran x singer!reader, where reader has known for a long time about ran's cheating but decides to not leave him. Reader would eventually have to perform the song (the one above) infront of bonten. I feel like when Ran finally realizes the song is about him he would try his hardest to push through the rest of the performance, he's ofc infront of Mikey and the others so he would try to stay and act nonchalant but wouldn't be able to due to all the staring coming from Mikey. (I also feel like the entirety of bonten would see reader as a sweetheart who's just trying to make it through) I feel like they wouldn't be fazed by his cheating but more so surprised about him cheating on reader of all things yk?

Omg that's a lot but I truly believe you can bring it too life!

(also please feel better soon!!!)

I'd Rather Go Blind | Bonten!Ran x Reader (Cheating) </3

You were talented, exquisite, poise, and perfect all around. How could this have happened to you? Finding out through the great vine of people and connections you had that Ran, your long time boyfriend, had been fooling around on you was not supposed to be apart of your life's story. Being a club owner had its perks, you supposed as you thought about the copious amount of women he came across while partying and running the damn thing. 

You often performed at this very club. You sang like an angel sent down straight from heaven and Ran often paid you extra on the nights that you took over to perform. People from all over the city would come and see you and they knew you by name, asking if you were the that was going to be putting on a show tonight. You were practically famous in Roppongi. 

Yet here you were, begging yourself to get it together after reading the messages that were sent to you anonymously through text about Ran messing around. You had a show to put on tonight, everybody was going to be there as well. As you gathered yourself together and looked in the mirror, a small tear fell from your left eye and landed on your cheek. You dabbed it off with a napkin and whispered to yourself, "Showtime". 

______________________________________________________________

There, on stage in an elegant evening gown, you stood. Smiling and greeting everyone while the thoughts of him being with another woman ran through your mind. You had told the backstage crew already which song you were going to sing, and it was a ballad towards your lost love. 

The music began and you saw Ran sitting in the crowd, smile glistening at you as you were his pride and joy. Disgust came across your face, as you noticed he had not a single clue that you knew. 

Something told me it was over When I saw you and her talkin' Something deep down in my soul said, 'Cry, girl' When I saw you and that girl walkin' around...

You continued to sing, watching as Ran was starting to shift uncomfortably in his seat. His face remained nonchalant as you reached the chorus of the song. Mikey and Rindou, who were sitting next to him, noticed his behavior and began to stare, questioning his nervous antics. 

I would rather, I would rather go blind boy Than to see you walk away from me child, and all...

Ran would finally get the hint, the song was directed towards him as he saw the anger begin to spread across your face. The lyrics, the body language, everything... he knew that you knew. 

So you see, I love you so much That I don't want to watch you leave me baby Most of all, I just don't, I just don't want to be free no...

It was this verse alone that made Ran stand up to leave. He had enough of the guilt, the embarrassment. He knew that Mikey and the others knew. He knew that you normally only performed upbeat pop songs, yet, you had chosen a ballad of lost love to call him out on his bullshit. 

And baby, baby, I would rather, I would rather be blind boy Than to see you walk away, see you walk away from me, yeah Baby, baby, baby, I'd rather be blind now...

As you reached the end of the song, Ran was left standing at the corner of the club. By the door, he waited until the last line. Once he heard it, he slammed open the door and walked out, leaving you on stage with a large crowd cheering for you. You had conveyed the message of your broken heart.

______________________________________________________________

Ran had snuck up behind you in the back of the club in your dressing room. He had tears in hi eyes but strangely enough, a blank look on his face. 

"It's over, isn't it?" He finally spoke as you looked at him through your mirror. 

"I'm afraid it is, Ran." 

"Would you ever let me explain myself? Would you ever let me redeem myself?" He begged. 

You couldn't speak. You were at complete loss for words as he tried to wrap his arms around you. Three years were down the drain. 

"No..." You said quietly. He unwrapped his arms and stood back. You looked up, eyes watering and makeup starting to run. You looked so beautiful when you cried, like a weeping angel with the voice of a siren. 

"Please... Y/n..." He begged once more. 

"Leave, Ran." He did as you said, but not without turning around once more to look at you; taking in all of your beauty. 

(A/N: I'm feeling a lot better, hope you enjoy this! It broke my heart just to write it.)

[ateez-himari]

LXST; RECORD ONE

[NEW UPLOAD FROM ATEEZ]

LISTEN TO 'ADDICT' NOW ON YOUTUBE

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ateez_official_ LXST; solo project

#ATEEZ #애이티즈 #HIMARI #히마리

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donatella_versace Never in my lifetime have I seen someone this hypnotizing 💛You are truly one of a kind, the diamond of this generation

no1likehim hear me out, she could very well be a real life siren because personally if I was out at sea and seeing her out in the water like THIS...idc I'm jumping in 💅🏾

mitosglass.es Wait omg she was saying she'd perform a new song later in the tour and that the outfit was dangerous 😰If she comes out in this in Toronto I'm actually gonna lose it, I'll be in shock, you'll never see me again

mochimochimari stop because LUST is the title of this project?! (don't try to hide it, we know) she has insane musical duality bc wdym she's written the most heart wrenching songs but then is gonna sing about wanting to get freaky-

sansatori is this the ATEEZ naked era 🫣first the sleeves magically disappear from their shirts, then the shirts start disappearing on stage, now we have MIN HIMARI coming out of the water like this?? pls i would do anything for this woman to even look at me

himarry.me Mingi pls give me a chance with your girlfriend...he literally stole the most beautiful woman from us how are we supposed to cope now 😭also we won guys, we had to beg her to release her solo project and it was so worth it, we blessed humanity💪

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Industry Reactions

When asked about the industry's current aces in a live broadcast, second generation artist Taeyang responded with this statement; 'The first one that comes to mind is Himari from ATEEZ, people call her the second Hand of Midas for a reason. 'Addict' was created using her voice in various ways instead of relying on instrumentals and it came out like an angel call. It's almost entrancing whenever she sings, almost like a siren song.'

Taemin obviously had to boast about his protegee and posted this on his story; 'From creative direction of this music video to having only her name in the credits, there really is nothing she can't do!❤️I'm so honored to have such a talented artist by my side, go stream this song everyone, quickly!'

Former B.A.P leader Bang Yongguk posted the music video link with this comment underneath; 'i've been listening to this on repeat ever since she sent it to me and it feels like I'm being transported to heaven (even though the lyrics are far from holy ㅋㅋ) her voice really is on a whole other level, it could lead sailors into the water'

Twice leader Jihyo could not seem to stop praising their former trainee; 'I can't believe ATEEZ took this angelic artist from us 🥺The dancing is as mesmerizing as watching a ribbon flow in the wind, the vocals sink deep into the soul, the visuals make you fall in love...I could go on. I'm so proud of you Himie, we all are!'

Netizens Reactions

@/himaswife on X 'If i was a six foot tall rapper with a deep voice hearing this song that was definitely made about me...imagine such a stunning woman singing about how infatuated she is with you 😳 I would kiss and marry her on the spot (i'm not jealous at all why would you think that-)'

@/yeosangiecookie on X 'she definitely chose to do it in English for a reason and she was right, it's so sensual but innocent at the same time that you just can't stop listening to it. i thought it would be provocative from the project title but the lyrics were just suggestive enough to make you think about the possibilities but not picture anything, truly a masterpiece from our maknae as always 🙌'

@/ateenypresent on X 'the way you can tell these lyrics are genuine because it's things we point out every time, especially the "These things I'm thinking when you're looking in my eyes". if you don't notice the way her and Mingi make eye contact you must be blind...look i'm delusional and reaching but yk how in Work he says "ride [with] me"?? and how she said "fuck it i'm still riding"?? 😳'

@/yunhosbuckethat on X 'i NEED to see her performing this live, I don't even care if I have to watch it through tiktoks or a low resolution youtube video. the choreography was so beautiful, i love when she incorporates classic and contemporary stiles into her dance, it just suits her so well. plus imagine how good it would sound echoing in a stadium 🫠'

Min Siblings Updates

Hanzo on Instagram 'My wife woke me up this morning telling me that my sister's new song was so good that she'd been playing on loop for ten minutes now...first of all I'm mad that I didn't get to hear it first. More than anything though I'm so proud of her, 7.3 MILLION views in not even 24 hours for a SOLO project that was announced the day of release is genuinely insane🥹I LOVE YOU MY LITTLE TIGER 💕(I'm so playing this to the whole team before practice, the rest of you GO STREAM IT WHAT ARE YOU DOING'

Yoongi on Weverse 'There are no words to accurately describe how divine my sister's song sounds, it's so delicate yet powerful, I wouldn't be surprised if every speaker in the country starts playing it. Without a doubt I can say that she's one of if not the most talented producer of this generation, who else can manipulate vocals and instrumentals so perfectly as to transport you to another world? Our Hima, you did well, I love you ❤️'

Translated from Korean by Google

[tootiecakes234]

I’m gonna rank jjk peoples and the things they are best at

Some SFW AND NSFW

All characters aged up.

*im just ranking the top 3 for each category.

SFW:

Best cook:

Nanami (would cook 3 course meals everyday if he had the time)

Itadori (big ass appetite and cooked for himself a lot growning up)

Panda ( i just feel like he’s the cook for himself, toge, and maki)

Best singer:

Megumi ( he hums when he’s concentrating but no one mentions it because if he realized, he’d never do it again)

Geto (Gojo used to force him to sing because he loved his voice)

Todo (hear me out, he sings so often and it’s great but everyone ends up telling him to shut the fuck up cuz he will just keep going forever)

Biggest gossips (I don’t need to explain these):

Gojo

Nobara

Toge & Panda

Best gift givers:

Shoko (i feel like she’s pays very close attention to detail and would know exactly what you want)

Nanami ( would get you something that you want AND something that you need. Balance)

Megumi (is more of a listener than a talker so he 100% knows what people want)

Worst liars:

Itadori (poor baby can’t lie to save his life)

Yuta (again… lying just isn’t his thing)

Haibara (innocent sweet baby)

Best liars:

Geto & Gojo (lied to everyone and said they never saw each other in private after that day…. Puh-lease!)

Nobara (constantly telling Gojo she doesn’t know where those charges on his card came from.. weird)

Shoko (covering for Gojo when he did go meet with Geto)

Worst drivers:

Maki (music blasting, windows down, curbs hit and vibes. She’s also driving 20over the speed limit at all times)

Gojo ( this man can’t be hurt so he drives like a god damn maniac)

Gakuganji (he’s old and someone needs to take away his license)

NSFW:

Best overall in bed (not explaining):

Toji

Shoko

Geto

Best eaters:

Maki (I shouldn’t have to explain…. This woman EATS DOWN. Will not stop until the sheets are soaked and your legs are shaking)

Shoko (women do it best and shoko…. Yea she’s top tier. Have you outside her door with a boombox)

Yuta (the only man to make this list because he is a MUNCH.)

Most loving in bed:

Nanami (obviously… rose petals on the bed, slow moves deep strokes and great aftercare)

Toge (he shows you what his words cannot say)

Choso (would not leave a patch of skin untouched and he loves to talk you through the whole thing)

Meanest in bed:

Sukuna (very obvi, more pain than pleasure. Uses you like a plaything)

Mei Mei ( she’s tying you up, gagging you and overstimming to hell, but you will enjoy yourself)

Ijichi (stick with me…. This man is used and abused all day at work and he comes home to let that out on you… I feel like he’s a mean dom)

Pillow princess energy:

Nobara ( is the exact definition of a pillow princess. Treat her well)

Mei Mei (on the days when she’s not up for the work, she will sit back and let you try and please her until she gets tired)

Gojo (he comes home a lot of times exhausted and just wants to be rode or be sucked off)

Biggest tease:

Gojo (he’s just so physically affectionate, he would have you squirming and not even be doing it on purpose)

Megumi (would 1000% be on purpose but it would be so subtle. You’d be gaslit into thinking you’re making it all up in your head)

Sukuna (just wants to see how fast he can make you get on your knees and beg for him

Best subs:

Yuta (he would be down on his knees for you. Does anything to make you happy)

Choso (self explanatory. Loves to serve you)

Gojo (but only for Geto. Cannot tell me he didn’t go to him begging to be fucked more than once after their breakup.

*this was so much fun

[ursa9909]

Arcane S2 headcanon/AU/*crack*/idea/ ramblings/whatever

So Isha get's separated from Sevika and Jinx, ultimately they panic because they did get attached to the kid even though neither wanted to, but no one can find her. Not even the enforcers who are now temporary allies with the people of Zaun against Noxian take over.

Jinx sets out to find Vi to ask for help, it just confirms that Powder is still there, or at least fragments of her still are.

Now Ambessa is also losing her mind because Mel has also gone missing, she's tearing everything to the ground to find her be it Piltover or Zaun.

Truly nothing is as undoing as a daughter.

Anyway, Jinx, Vi, and Sevika are making the rounds having skirmishes with Noxians as they try to find the kid, the enforcers are helping to hide the civilians in the inner parts of the cities, the fireflies are stabilizing the panic and cohesiveness as much as they can.

They get a tip that Caitlyn and her strike team were ambushed after getting a good chunk of the population of the cities out into the wilds away from the fighting, and that a Zaun kid was seen with them. But before they make it there Singed let's loose his newest experiment.

Trauma ensues of course, but they're able to escape and take a longer path. It's then that they run into half of the strike squad, or what's left of it.

Caitlyn and Isha weren't with them, Ambessa and her soldiers are now fighting the combined power of Jinx's revolutionaries, the enforcers, and even normal civilians. Along with strange new individuals (LeBlanc really be playing 5d chess with everyone).

There's familiar roaring and then a cry from a child. It's not hard to follow the blood trail or the sound of gunfire.

They hear "Run! I said run!" followed by cursing and then a pained cry, it's one Vi won't ever forget. There's one last howl of pain, a shot, and thundering footsteps before the area becomes completely silent.

Amongst the carnage is a curled body, ripped and bloody and burrowed into the ground and wall face. Vi doesn't see anything but blue and red.

Vi has fallen to her knees. A familiar rifle broken to pieces, sharing the same crest that was on the crumpled cape.

Sevika kneels, an actual apology comes from the woman, Vi doesn't know if she should punch the woman or cry, but the whimpers stops either.

Vi rolls Caitlyn into her lap, the cape in the woman's hands shakes. Jinx rips off the bundled material to finds Isha clinging to Caitlyn.

There's a few cuts, but all the blood was Caitlyn's and there isn't anything life threatening for the kid, the one who breaks into sobs and flings herself at Jinx and Sevika.

Vi doesn't listen in to the trio, instead she listens, hears the faint shallow breathing of the woman in her arms.

"You look like shit" Caitlyn says, small smile on her face.

Vi blinks, vison blurry, "Yeah" she cokes out a laugh, "you should see yourself cupcake"

Vi can only watch as the blood loss saps at the woman's warmth. So she does the only thing she can. She pleads.

Pleads and begs for Caitlyn not to go, to stay here with her. Even if they still aren't on the best of terms to just stay. To not go.

Vi asks her to promise, and like before Caitlyn says she won't. And she doesn't know if it's another broken promise, or if it was a refusal. She'll never know.

When Jinx steps close, Vi brings Caitlyn in closer, her faint paint protests falling on deaf ears.

"Don't touch her" Vi snarls, halting the next step Jinx had started to take. Jinx looks down at her and then the woman in her arms.

"Thank you" Jinx says, it's not to Vi. She bends, a tube of familiar looking liquid shines inside.

"It's not enough to heal her, but she shouldn't feel much pain"

When Vi doesn't take it, Jinx places it down next to her. "See you in the next life"

Vi stares at the vial in one hand, eyes pleading. But Cait turns away deeper into her shoulder.

"No" The protest is weak, the woman's eyes closing for longer each time.

Vi bites the inside of her cheek, "Okay...okay" She wants to protest, to scream.

She cries.

She cups the cheek of the woman she loves and watches as the light that burns in those deep blue eyes fade away till not even the embers could be seen.

(add some deus ex machina shit with Ekko learning his chronobreak or something to get get Cait and some other's back before they head towards the final battle; alternatively maybe everyone dies)

[t0ast-ghost]

S3 EP8 (For The World Is Hollow And I Have Touched The Sky) welp that’s the longest title in tos and this is a long post because I was not normal about this episode

Let’s get it started:

- Immediate red alert with Spock in charge

- You think they ever held hands?

- What’s got Chapel so upset? She’s most likely right about whatever it is

- The way he kind of yells and then lowers his voice and just says, “Please, Christine. I promise I’ll give the captain a full report.” He’s not actually mad at her and he knows she’s just looking out for him but he’s scared

- Bones can’t say that he’s the one who’s dying. He can’t admit it out loud. He says that the cmo has it (not even gonna try and spell the diseases name)

- “Without me, Jim? You’d never find your way back.” My heart- oh my heart. He doesn’t want to be cut away from the crew, let alone Jim and Spock.

- Spock is standing in the transporter room like, ‘What is going on?’

- This asteroid looks like the planet where Tasha dies to the goop in TNG

- I was looking at McCoy about to beat someone up and then it was violently revealed to be a stunt double… obviously

- McCoy was fairing pretty well in that fight until he looked at that lady

- Kirk not only fighting to get to an injured McCoy but begging (he’s using his words cause he cares about him sooo much)

- Normal! Normal thoughts and feelings 🙂

- Okay I know not very relevant to anything but I’m appreciating the stairs shot

- “You will kneel.” All three of them just go, ‘okay’

- Absolutely stunning wardrobe, makeup, and hair for the priestess though

- “THEN LEARN WHAT IT MEANS TO BE OUR ENEMY BEFORE YOU LEARN WHAT IT MEANS TO BE OUR FRIEND.” Get fucking zapped, idiots

- mhm mhm

- Good thing Kirk’s not a doctor (especially a therapist) cause this man is NOT confidential

- Kirk looks so sad. Holy shit .

- McCoy’s like sleeping beauty, cause he’s beautiful… and sleeping I guess

- MHM YEAH. So UHM SPOCK JUST- he just grabbed McCoy’s shoulder to help him up. Why does this have me blushing???

- “Well we’d better get to the control room.” Is this just the normal procedure? Find the control room -> blow shit up

- McCoy immediately tastes the random substance

- he’s dead. (Edit: NOT McCoy! The random guy)

- He CHOSE to sit in the sluttiest way possible. No wonder everyone wants him DAMN

- ‘Bones listen, you’ve got to seduce her. For the mission.’

- I- she loves his stunning blue eyes

- “Is there a woman for you?” He takes way too long to answer this. How do you explain that she just met your two boyfriends

- I love her. I don’t care. She’s so amazing. Like “Until I saw you there was nothing in my heart. It sustained my life, but nothing more. Now it sings. I could be happy to have that feeling for a day, a week, a month…a year.”

- Hiding behind a pillar works…

- Spock and Kirk listening to Natira asking the god if she can have McCoy as her mate and both of them look so ready to attack

- GET ZAPPED IDIOTS

- “for me” 🥺🥺🥺

- THE FUCKING HAND KISS

- “You’re returning with us.” “Dr. McCoy I order you to return with us.” Kirk knows this won’t work but he’s desperately clinging onto any last thing that could keep them together

- “Your decision is most illogical, Doctor.” “Is it, Mr Spock? Is it really?” IM SORRY THIS MOMENT?!? are we? are we not going to talk about this? There’s no real fight between them here. It’s Spock telling McCoy this is ‘illogical’ because he doesn’t want him to leave. And McCoy’s reply is calling Spock out, basically acknowledging that he knows what Spock is saying but also challenging him to find another reason for him to actually stay :(((((((((

- Kirk’s going to cry. That long look from McCoy looks like he’s going to cry. He’s going to cry. I’m going to cry.

- After the breakup :( Kirk is in silent hurt and Spock is pouting (he’s gonna listen to Logical by Olivia Rodrigo after this)

- WOW. McCoy wasn’t sure if they’d actually leave him. I think, if I may speculate, that McCoy was expecting rejection (as a doctor, crew member, friend even) because of his illness. Then Natira wants him, and as she states, she’ll have him for however long she can. Now, McCoy thinking that he’ll inevitably get pushed aside by the people he’s closest to is testing them. It’s a win- win situation for him, right? Either Spock and Kirk force him to go back with them, proving they won’t leave him, or he stays with Natira for the rest of his days. Ideal situation… but I don’t think he actually thought they’d leave him.

- congrats on the marriage I guess

- I like how McCoy is still in his starfleet uniform… no I do not, let him change clothes

- “Starfleet command will take care of the situation.” They’re gonna blow it up.

- “An urgent call from dr. McCoy, sir.” This is like after a break up texting, ‘you up?’

- McCoy stops answering the phone so Kirk and Spock immediately beam down to the planet they’re banned from to save him <3

- That was a fast divorce. This is the second time that they’ve helped each other divorce someone.

- THEYRE BEING PUT IN AN OVEN

- If McCoy and Natira went to an event together everyone there would fall in love with both of them immediately

- The chin tilt. He looks down and she tilts his chin back up. I love them both

- “Which indicates that the flow of oxygen to each cell of your body is back up to its abundantly energetic level.” Spock says this and is basically smiling in relief (you have to see it to believe it)

- Kirk is still in support of his boyfriend’s wife

Honestly 10/10 episode. Thank you so much for this one.

Masterpost

Episode written by Rik Vollaerts

[iluvmatt]

unearthly, m.s

prologue, i beg of you, save us from this hell. synopsis: in a small suburban area of boston, a group of teenagers—matthew sturniolo and his two triplet brothers, nick and chris, and a childhood friend of theirs, y/n—travel to an old destination named granger’s deathly hill; a place in which hadn’t been visited merely since the early 1970s. atop of the old haunted hill, the group soon realize things aren’t truly as picturesque as they imagined and conclude that they are in grave danger. as they meet people along the way, they realize that the journey home may be harder than expected. knowing that they are in a situation that could ultimately ruin their lives or end them entirely, they make up a plan to make it back home safe, or better yet, alive. amongst the chaos, while trying to save each other, matt and y/n realize that there is more to them than just friendship. warnings: mentions of death with small description, and anxiety expressed in the prologue below.

rumor spread rapidly around the small suburban area in boston, of the old hill owned formerly by choi granger; who was recently found suspiciously deceased in the driveway of his residence. apparent witnesses in the weekly sunday newspaper state that there were ghosts and other such paranormal beings around the area over the weekend of the fifth of august, as they could hear sobs for help within the trees. 

granger hill was something unlike any other, as some lifelong villagers say, due to the suspicion and unpredictability of mr. granger himself. it had all started around 1965— the year that mr. granger moved in, fresh to the small area of merely six-thousand people. 

he was tall and stocky, with dark eyes that everyone he had met said that they saw the devil staring back at them when they looked directly in them. he wore old worn overalls, a black long-sleeve underneath— even in the summer heat— and gloves that none of the villagers remembered him taking off. locals said he held secrets beneath those dirt-stained gloves and that's why he never removed them out in the public eye. 

even as a child, he was someone that nobody wanted to be around, as just his presence was enough to drain someone’s soul for the next six months. maybe it was his fault, maybe it was someone else’s, or maybe, he was just made like that. maybe, he was simply made with a heart that was cold as ice, a stare that could send someone into a panic, and a personality that nobody wanted to get to know, except for his wife, that left him alone even after her death. 

that, too, was something nobody could quite understand or piece together. how did granger, one of the worst people known to this town, have a wife? how was he able to meet someone who loved hi, no matter what. nobody saw his wife much, they only knew that her hair was jet black and her cheeks had no color. 

soon after their marriage, though, she was found in the woods.

that being said, with the mysterious death of his wife and the appearance of granger as a whole, he was an unsettling topic all by his lonesome, but the property in which he lived both on and around was something indescribably horrifying. 

in the spring of seventy-three, a couple went on a romantic old-style picnic date within the woods of granger hill, and came out completely different people. after their picnic, the woman, coretta anderson, was placed into a psychiatric asylum due to uncontrollable anxiety, and her boyfriend, dylan russo, was rumored to have moved far out of town and hadn't been seen since. 

it was also rumored amongst the town that an old man in the late 1800s still haunts where he was hung in the woods, near where granger’s wife was found, as you can see his visible figure at dawn, and a little girl who was viciously killed years after the older man can still be heard singing in the distance if listened to close enough. 

months after the rumors surfaced, more than five decomposed bodies were found in the mess of the trees. nobody knows if they are the two of those who were rumored, or who they might've been. it was a closed case, and not a single person was asking questions about it. 

there were so many unanswered questions about mr. granger, his life, and his home; now put to a perpetual halt due to his death. 

the people wondered what caused the mans death, though; he was in perfectly good health and seemed to be better than he had ever been before. now, with choi granger dead and the entirety of the community together and asking why, the hill was renamed granger's deathly hill. 

now, after forty-nine years of the mystery going unsolved— four teens find themselves venturing to the troubled land, hoping for a good explanation to ease their worries.

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[lover-also-fighter-also]

MEET MY MC

Hi everyone!

As promised I am here with the character profile for my OG: HSS MC. I'm really looking forward to develop on her story more. Like Principal Hughs said: 'That's the wonderful thing about a fresh start. You get to be anybody you want to be'. So without further ado, introducing *insert drumroll*

RIA MONERO

Birthday: 7th September, 2000

Meaning of name: It comes from Spanish origin, meaning small river, or mouth of the river.

Pronouns: She/Her (cis-woman)

Sexuality: Lesbian. Boys have never romantically attracted her, even before moving to Cedar Cove, and she only sees them as friends, brothers or family.

Personality:

May look reserved and closed off to people, but she is very passionate and downright idealistic.

She is highly empathetic and sensitive to people who she cares about, and really genuine to the people she opens up to.

She is also the biggest conflict-avoidant person you will ever meet.

Parents and Backstory (TW: Emotional Trauma) :

Her father Scott, and her mother Ana are college sweethearts who immediately marry after graduating and they move to New York. While Scott works as an engineer, Ana was a singer. They had Ria 2 years into their marriage and they were happy for a while till Ria got diagnosed with lung cancer when she was 4.

It took a huge toll on her parents, both financially and emotionally. Ana couldn't handle Ria's suffering, and a year later, she left Scott and Ria and cut all contact with them. Ria still remembers running after her mother, begging her to stay and promising her that she will be okay.

Though Ria got cured before she started middle school, she often blames herself as the reason that her parents marriage was ruined, and gets scared of becoming too close to people.

Religion:

Ria does not follow any particular religion and neither does Scott insist on following one.

Hobbies:

She loves listening and singing classical music and playing the piano. It was the only solace she had when she was sick. Beyonce music is her favorite too.

Reading all kinds of books, from mysteries to fairytales. Additionally she writes poetry as well.

Baking is something that she and Scott both do together on weekends.

Love Life:

Ria did not have much of a romantic life before Berry High, as many people in her old school still looked at her as the sick kid.

She had a small crush on one of her close friends, Megan, but didn't have the courage to tell her how she felt. Ria was still in the phase of discovering her sexuality.

After coming to Berry, she and Maria start dating and eventually when Ria goes to college, they maintain long-distance. They take time to figure things out before getting married.

Other Facts:

Her favorite piece of music on Piano is Mozart's Piano Sonata No. 16, and Single Ladies is her and Emma's favorite Beyonce Song, and I HC that they dance to it.

She is NOT a sports person, be it playing or watching it.

Cleaning her room calms her down reduces her stress levels

Her favorite accessory is the heart-shaped necklace that Megan had gifted her before Ria came to Cedar Cove.

Tagging: @cadybear420 , @ladylamrian, @choicesficwriterscreations for this MC profile.

[niceminipotato]

My hopelessly depressed self was listening to music. And you know how it goes? A sad song comes up and you’re singing your heart out and then an image gets conjured up in your head and you have to write it. This song I was listening to was In The Stars by Benson Boone.

Now I will warn you it is sad girl hours and that means angstiness galore. Who knows if the hurt will have comfort by the end of this.

Between the Heavens and the Embers

You had lost them all. One by one they fell. One by one they had been taken. They were gone and you were alone. A single man had done it. All in the span of a mere evening your whole family had crumbled to dust.

******

The day had started as any other. Giggles and cackles echoing through the halls of the castle. The girls, your daughters rather, had been up so early. Winter had been keeping them inside for so long that they were bursting with energy.

You had woken beside her, your lady. The only woman you had ever loved without regard to anyone or anything else. She hardly ever slept but she still enjoyed laying beside you and smiled brightly when your eyes met hers as you woke. The bed you shared was one of the only places where a smile as open as that would make an appearance. She had an image to maintain and you were selfish so you enjoyed that it was only you and your daughters she smiled like that to. While to the outside world she was Countess Dimitrescu a revered Lord of the village to you she was simply Alcina, your love.

The phone had rang that morning and you had whined as she stood to talk to the demanding priestess you so hated. You never understood why your lady revered her as she did but that was a subject you’d learned not to interfere with early on.

You had hoped for a day spent together. You had been talking about it for days. But one look at your lady and you knew plans had gone out the window. She had been up as soon as she hung up hurrying to get ready for the day.

With a sigh you went to help. You weren’t a maid anymore and yet you still loved to help her. A momentary kiss was shared before she gave you an apologetic look. You had shrugged it off, letting her carry on with her duties, but you wished you hadn’t.

******

You wished you had begged her to stay. You wished you hadn’t had to get out of the bed. Wished you could have told your daughters it was a family day. That, as you had planned, you’d spent it together, playing board games, reading, painting, or just talking.

You wished. You wished so much you had done things differently.

You wished you had found him first. Wished you had continued your patrol down in the dungeons. If you had you would’ve prevented your eldest daughter’s death. It would’ve been so simple to lead the man astray. Bela would still be alive had you been there. But no. You had been in the library putting books away. And now all that was left was her sickle laying haphazardly beside a crystallized figure.

You also wished you had insisted on Cassandra teaching you more self defense. Had you done so you and your middle child would have been in opera hall. Training and making an absolute fool of yourself as your other two daughters watched and laughed. But you hadn’t insisted. You had let her go to the armory to sharpen her weapons when everyone knew they had sharpened more than enough. And so another sickle and crystallized figure were all you had left.

And then you wished you had gone to bake cakes with them as Daniela had suggested. But you wanted to do something more strenuous because like them you had so much pent up energy. If you had though, all four of you would’ve been enjoying a cake now all covered in flour while your lady attempted to scold you all for the mess failing miserably and giving into your sheepish grins. But you didn’t do that. Instead you had sunk to your knees and let out a soul rattling sob as you found that your youngest daughter was also gone. Like her sisters leaving only her sickle and a crystallized figure.

Heavens, you wished. You wished you had done so many things differently. How were you going to continue now that they were gone?

You had never felt as broken as you were before. Never felt the air in your lung become painful. Never felt as empty as you did. You wished… but what use was wishing?

******

You didn’t know how long you had been at the library clutching the crystallized figures your daughters left behind. No staff came to you as they had been told to hide. Your lady was no where to be found. That is until the castle shook and a screeching roar rebounded the halls which were usually filled with your daughters’ voices.

You knew who was shaking the castle even if you didn’t know how. You knew it was her the one roaring outside. And in the same line you knew you had to get to her.

Carefully running down the halls with your daughters’ figures you headed for the sound of your lady. You had no idea what to expect at all but what you saw as you made it to one of the large windows wasn’t a dragon.

You knew it was her. Knew the dragon fiercely defending the castle was the woman you loved with your whole being. Any other person might’ve feared her, especially in that state, but not you. No, despite the pain and sorrow you were feeling you couldn’t help but admire her in all her glory. She looked majestic and you couldn’t tear your eyes away.

But then you heard it. You heard the quick succession of gunshots paired up with loud explosions. And your hard sank as the screeches and roars devolved into wails of pain. What you could do to stop it you didn’t know but you ran for her.

Heading for the great tower of the castle you ran as fast as your weak human legs would allow. You ran and ran and ran ignoring the strain in your arms as you carried your daughters’ figures. You ran, your heart clamoring against your ribs, panting like a rabid animal. You ran as more screeching roars mixed in with pained wails. You ran up the steps as fast as you could, the air growing thin. You ran while more shots echoed above you and the tower rattled. You ran while tears streamed down your cheeks. You ran desperate and afraid and then everything stopped.

A loud boom made the ground shudder while the tower shook sending bits of loose rock to the floor. Letting out a shuddering breath you looked out the window and a horrified scream ripped itself free from your throat.

You could see her through the hole over the old chapel’s roof. Could see all of her majestic being laying prone and immobile. A high pitch whistling noise filled your ears and you were off again.

Running desperately you tripped over your feet and landed painfully against the wall with you shoulder to ensure you daughters were ok. You glanced down noting they were and continued on your trek.

It didn’t take long to reach her but it still felt as though hours had gone by. The chill from the outside air bitting at your wet cheeks pulled a shiver from you. You could see Alcina’s huge form crystallizing and ran for her.

Gently placing your daughters down you tried to touch Alcina’s dragon form but it began to crumble away at your touch. You tried hopelessly to put the crumbled bits back but it only made things worse.

You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t know how to fix it. You knew you were screaming and yet you could hear nothing. All you could do was watch as the other form of the woman you loved crumbled to dust. The chilled breeze carrying her remnants until the only thing left was her pearl necklace and a crystallized figure.

Shakily you reached for it, for her, and brought her closer. Hugging the hardened crystal you sobbed unable to understand why. You brought your daughters’ figures closer, hugging as much of them as you could while also holding onto your love and sobbed harder.

You couldn’t breathe. There was no air. It felt as though it had been torn away from you. Just like they had taken the best of your heart and left the rest in pieces.

They had been worried about your mortality and yet here you were alone between bleak heavens and the embers your family had left behind. What were you to do now? You were alone so what now?

“… we have to go.” Someone had been shaking you but you had only shrugged them away. “They’re going to kill us if we stay. We have to go, girl.”

It was Maria, the head maid, the one shaking you to try and get you to stand.

“DON’T. TOUCH. ME.” Your voice sounded foreign, garbled, but you didn’t care.

“I won’t let you die too.” Maria pulled you off of them with a force you hadn’t expected from the old woman. “Let’s go.”

“NO!”

“Let go. They are dead, girl. You have to let them go. We need to go.” She pulled you away while you kicked and screamed.

“Let me go!” You yelled. “I want to stay with them. Let me go now! Please! Don’t take me away. Don’t!” You pleaded in between sobs. “You can’t. Please. Please!”

You tried fruitlessly to make her let go but you were growing weaker and weaker. Sobs wracked your whole body as you drew farther away from the crystallized figures your family left behind. You were breaking further with every step.

All you wanted was to go back to the morning. You wanted to go back to when you were in bed waking to your daughters giggles in the halls and Alcina’s smiling face. You didn’t want some figures you wanted them back.

This couldn’t be. This reality couldn’t be. You wanted your family back.

“Alcina! Please, come back. Please!” You begged. “Come on, Bela. Please Cass! Dani, my pretty little bug. Please wake up. Wake. Up!” You tried but there was nothing. No movement but the billowing snow. “Please! Alcina. Please, you can’t leave me behind. You can’t. Alcina please!”

“Girl, hush now. It’s ok.”

Maria’s muffled voice echoed in between your cries but you ignored it. You kept struggling against her and yelling for your family to come back. They just couldn’t leave you like this.

“Please, Alcina. Please.”

“Hush, girl.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Alcina.”

~~~~~~~~~~

“Hush draga.”

~~~~~~~

“Alcina, please.” You whimpered.

~~~~

“Please wake up, draga mea. Please.”

That voice. You looked at the crystalized figures still huddled together on the floor. But you could hear a voice. That was her voice. Wasn’t it?

“Alcina.”

~~

“Inimioara mea, please wake up. Wake up!”

You felt as though your feet left the ground, and suddenly your world tilted. The arm around your waist was bigger, stronger. The white light coming in from the hole on the roof became a dancing yellowish one. It was no longer cold but warm. And the crystallized figure that stood taller than the other three was gone replaced by glowing golden eyes under brows scrunched with worry. 

You let out a whimper, feeling your raw throat protest. “Alcina?” You called watching her release a breath.

“I’m here, draga.”

“You’re real?”

“I’m real.” She nodded and brushed away some of her tears.

You shuddered at her touch before reaching for her and bringing her closer. Alcina wrapped you in her arms allowing you to soak in her warmth. You let out a soft sob as the images from the nightmare flooded your head.

“Breathe, my little love. I’m here.”

“H-he… he…”

“He is dead. He is gone and we are safe. Remember? It was you who killed him. He is gone.” Alcina rubbed gentle circles on your back as she continued. “Our girls are safe. Miranda and Ethan are dead and we all survived. We are safe.”

“Don-don’t leave me alone. Please. Don’t leave me.”

“I will never leave you. Ever.” Alcina replied assuredly. “You are mine and I am yours.”

“And we’re alright.”

“And we are all right, scumpul meu.”

You let her words wash over you as you clung to her hiccuping your slight whimpers. She continued to whisper comforting words as you calmed, allowing the remnants of the nightmare drift away.

Gradually you calmed the hiccuping sobs and whimpers dissolving into light sniffles. Through it all Alcina held you and whispered her affirming words and sweet little nothings.

“I’m s-sorry.” You whispered.

Alcina pulled away so she could loodk at you. “Never apologize for something like this. You have no control over it and it is not your fault. Do you understand?”

You nodded and your lip quivered but you managed to suppress your sob. She pulled you back to her chest letting you tuck yourself under her chin while you listened to the beat of her steady heart.

“Draga?”

“Hmm?”

“Our girls heard you. May they come in?”

You pulled away from her nodding vigorously. Alcina smiled that lovely smile of hers you loved and hated to share before calling out to the girls.

“Bugs. You may come in.”

In an instant three distinct swarms flitted under the close doors before your daughters stood watching you with worried eyes. You shuddered a breath feeling new tears prickle your eyes and smiled.

Daniela swarmed to you the moment you extended your hand out to her materializing into her human form on the bed beside you. She tucked herself under your chin and held you tightly. Cassandra bit her lip before situating herself on your other side between you and Alcina. Last was Bela who took a spot on Alcina’s other side. All three purred to try and comfort you while also seeking the comfort you and Alcina gave them.

“Momma, are you ok?” Cassandra asked you quietly.

“I’m ok.”

Daniela lifted her head and looked at you with teary eyes while anger swirled in her glowing pools of gold. “I hate that manthing. He makes you cry. He’s hurting you and I can’t cut him. I can’t kill him. I can’t give him what he deserves.”

“He is already gone, sweet bug.” Alcina said reaching out to scratch the shaved side of her head.

“The nightmares will go away, little fly.” You added and kissed her forehead.

“He’s gone. The nightmares will go away. And we’ll be here with Mother and Momma. Everything will be fine Dani.” Bela said from under Alcina’s chin.

“I love all of you. You know that, right?”

The nods and I love yous that followed filled your heart with a warm and soothing feeling. The three settled, the purring making you smile. It didn’t take long for the three girls to fall into a deep slumber while you and Alcina watched them.

“Draga?”

“My lady?”

Alcina smirked at you and shook her head, “are you feeling better?”

“It… it felt so real. But now. This,” you said looking down at your daughters and then back at her, “I know this is the real thing.”

“Good.” Alcina kissed your forehead as best she could with two girls clinging to her. “Oh and before I forget. Scumpul inimioara mea, I love you.”

Leaning as close as you possibly could to her you finally allowed your eyes to flutter close. Daniela and Cassandra laid heavily on you but you didn’t mind. Bela had somehow managed to reach a hand over to you around her mother just because she wanted you to feel her. Alcina herself had rested her cheek above your head too. They were there.

The buzzing forms of your daughters completely relaxed and happily sleeping with you. The woman you loved more than anyone and anything in the world was there. No one was gone. Your family was there. They hadn’t been taken. You needn’t wish because you had saved them back then.

The dormant cadou you’d had, woke the moment you’d heard Bela scream. Your human nature was gone and a new mutated being had been born. You had protected your family. All of them. You were the reason they were still here with you. You didn’t have to hold on to something dead and gone because they weren’t. They weren’t dead they were here with you. You didn’t have to say goodbye because they’d be there forever. It wouldn’t hurt and the best of your heart was still with them but it was fine because so were they.

A.N. Guess no angsty end 🥹 you’re welcome 😇 but then who knows maybe this sucked. Again I apologize for the sad girl hours lol

[abducted-cowz]

| Chapter 2: May the Tents be Home |

Word count: 2056

It was thirty past five when the men began to approach the entrance of Dutch's camp. Ashley felt his stomach swirl with nervousness. He chewed on his inner lips, his teeth pinching off small pieces of flesh. It was uneven, his skin inside his lips were; scarred and healed incorrectly. Many years of nervous chewing made it that way.

He remembered when it first started becoming a habit. His mother became sick of something real nasty, Cholera it was. He begged night and day for money so he’d be able to buy some medicine from the local doctor and at night, when the people didn’t roam the streets as much, he was so nervous that one day he’d wake up and find his mother dead. So, he didn’t sleep and instead chewed his lip off until his mouth tasted of iron.

“Who's there?!” A woman stepped out from behind the tree, her face furrowed and her hands occupied with a large lancaster repeater. Her golden curls brushed her shoulders as they lowered and untensed at the sight of Dutch’s face. Her eyes darted to every person’s face as if to confirm their identity. Once her face landed on Ashleys, her hands visibly tightened around the handle of the gun.

“Dutch is back!” She yelled over her shoulder before backing up and allowing the men to go inside, her eyes never leaving the unfamiliar outlaw.

As Ashley followed behind the men, he began to see more of the camp. Wagons were parked and turned into shelter. People were walking around, their heads turning towards the clopping horses. He wasn't expecting the people to be so diverse, but he wasn’t complaining. Most outlaw gangs these days were filled to the brim with strong white men who were selfish, racist, and cold-blooded killers. Which was something Ashley was nowhere near being.

The gang was well hidden amongst tall, towering trees. Smoke from fires were obscured by large bustling leaves, and voices were drowned out by the singing nature around them. If Ashley were just a random man riding the path that cut through the forest, he wouldn't have suspected such a large camp in the middle of it.

The men unmounted their horses, Ashley doing so, too. “John,” Dutch called over. John quickly made his way toward Dutch, stopping next to him. “Please show our new friend around camp.” He gestured at Ashley, who was standing to the side.

John tipped his head and waved Ashley over as he began to walk into camp. Ashley quickly caught up with him and followed closely behind.

Ashley listened closely as John showed him where the food was made and kept, where the medicine was stored, and more. “Oh, and the ammunition wagon is also Arthurs tent, too, so make sure you go around and behind the wagon, not into it,” John mentioned.

Ashley let his curiosity take over before he took a quick glance inside the tent. There was a single cot and an end table. The wagon had pictures pinned above the cot, and the end table had a couple of supplies and items on it. “Okay…” Ashley replied.

As the tour went on, Ashley couldn't help but notice that everyone was staring at him. Their eyes bored into his very soul. It made his stomach do twists and turns that created knots, giving him this sickly feeling at the back of his throat.

He struggled to take a full breath in, his chest feeling heavy and throat tight. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears, drowning out the voice of John. He fought the urge to look over his shoulder, to make eye contact with the people who stared at the back of his head. He must look stupid right now. Sweating buckets on a cool day, his fingers balling up into tight fist, everything he's doing must look stupid. The people behind him must think he’s slow in the head or a twitching freak.

“Ashley, you listenin’?”

The man blinked, the fog that clouded his mind quickly clearing up as John called out his name. “Uh- sorry, could you repeat that?” He apologized, swallowing nervously.

“Said you'll probably won't have a tent t’night, so you’re gonna have to sleep someplace else,” John parroted himself.

“Oh, alright.” Ashley nodded

Ashley continued to follow John. He was told about some of the gang members like Ms. Grimshaw, the lady co-leader, Pearson, the cook, and some of the girls like Karen, who was the woman in front with the gun, and Marybeth. For the most part, they didn’t sound all too bad, but only time would tell.

Before Ashley knew it, the tour was done, and John had left him alone. He stood awkwardly around the camp. Pacing back and forths between tents and trees. His eyes drifted around, quietly observing the people work, but mostly trying to spot Arthur's face amongst the crowd and when he couldn't find the man's face anywhere, he looked towards the horses. His shoulders slumped when he didn't see the dappled Trotter hitched to any of the posts. He must be gone, left right after John went to give him a tour. Ashley understood why Arthur was avoiding him. He’d avoid someone if they tried to rob him too, but he’d at least give them a chance to try to apologize.

With a deep sigh, Ashley found himself walking towards the large campfire. Every step he took, the more he could smell the burning wood and see the floating embers that disappeared into the dawn sky as its burn went out.

Ashley swung his leg over the large log that sat in front of the fire. He lowered himself down, letting out a low groan as the aches in his back cracked. His grass-green eyes stared into the dancing fire, flickering as the wind blew.

It’s been too long since he's sat at a fire and heard people around him. He doesn't even think that he’s even experienced such a thing, given he never joined a gang before. So, what was so different about this one? What was so different about this gang that he actually convinced himself to join? Ashley told himself he would never join a gang because they’re ruthless, unforgiving, cold-blooded, judging, and moraless. He wondered if the van der Linde gang was like that. If they were, he would be across the state before they even woke up, but he hoped not.

“Hello?” said a female voice behind Ashley.

Ashley pulled himself out of his thoughts, looking up to see a young black woman by his side. “Hello there, Ma'am.” Ashley dipped his head and tipped his hat. He had a smile on his face despite his mask covering it from the woman.

She was quite a nice-looking lady. Her black curly hair was tied back into a tight bun. She wore a beautiful yellow dress with sleeves bunched up at her biceps. Her eyes were a warm brown, soft and kind.

“My names Tilly, Tilly Jackson. Yours?” Tilly asked. She pulled her dress up, stepping over the log and sitting down next to Ashley, making sure there's a respectful amount of space between them.

“Ashley Jones,” Ashley replied. He straightened out his back and adjusted his poncho so his hands were visible to show he had no weapons if there was a reason for her to fear that. “Nice place you've got here.” Ashley gestured towards the camp with a nod of his head.

“Oh, yes,” Tilly said, letting out an airy chuckle, “Couldn’t ask for a better gang to be in. Been here since I was just a girl.” Tilly smiled, her gaze drifting slightly as if she was reminiscing about the past before she set her eyes back on Ashley. “You best be glad that you ended up in this gang than any of the other ones ‘round here.”

“Don’t you worry, ma’am, I can tell this gang is different from the others,” Ashley assured. His attention was pulled away when a loud whiny cry came from the other side of the camp.

He turned to Tilly, “Got a little one here too?” Tilly nodded, looking over in the direction of the cries too. Her face suddenly became sullen, her lips curling into a frown.

“Poor boy, Abigail's kid. Ain't got no daddy- or atleast one that will step up and be one.”

“Oh?” Ashleys body shifts with interest, but he quickly plays it off as adjusting his poncho out of respect. “Uh- I ain’t wanna gossip ‘bout that, not right,” Ashley said.

“I understand, his name’s Jack, though. If you ever run into the boy.”

A comfortable silence lays over them, the crackling of the fire and the distant sounds of the camp members are the only sounds that were shared between them. The once orange sky turned into a musky blue. Stars began to emerge from the depths of the sky, twinkling and sparkling.

Eventually, Tilly said her goodbyes and Ashley was left again. He couldn't bring himself to stand up because where would he go? He doesn’t have a tent, no chores have been assigned to him and even if he were to do a chore without being assigned- God would it be awkward. Just thinking about doing it made his body shiver. So, he sat there until the camp went silent and the only sound left was the nocturnal creatures singing in the woods.

The fire's flame turns dim, the wood too charred to burn any longer. Even the flame was putting itself to bed as the night fell upon them. With a deep groan, Ashley stood up. The bones in his legs creaked, and so did the ones in his back.

His eyes looked over the camp, scanning the lit lanterns and sleeping figures before they landed on the hitching posts. There, Noelle stood. She stood taller and larger, but somehow a shadow amongst the rest. His lips twitched into a smile and his chest went weightless.

Ashley carried himself over, every step bringing him a sense of relief as Noelle came closer in view. “Hey there, girl…” He sighed out.

“Been a real long day, huh?” Ashley let out a humorless chuckle. He tugged his gloves off, the cold air hitting his sweaty palms as he stuffed it inside of Noelles saddle bag. When he pulled his mask down, he took a deep breath in. The fresh air filled his lungs and after going a whole day without taking an actual good breath, it felt almost heavenly.

Ashley didn't like wearing so many layers, especially when the days begin to get longer and the sun makes waves against the ground, but it was that exact reason why he wore so much. It served as protection from the sun, so his skin didn’t burn and peel. So, sweating his life away was a sacrifice he had to make and it was one he didn’t mind doing.

Noelles huffed, shifted from side to side as she watched Ashley. “Alright, alright. I know, Noelle,” Ashley shushed quietly with a soft smile on his face. He went to unhitch her, unlatching her saddle and setting it on the ground before gently pulling her reins down. Noelle kneeled, Ashley kneeling with her until she was flat against the ground. “Good girl,” Ashley praised.

With a guttural sigh, he sat down, the grass beneath his body serving as cushion. He leaned his back against Noelle's body, who let out a low neigh and nudged her head against Ashleys shoulder. “G’night to you, too, girl.” He chuckled and patted the side of her head.

Ashley moved his hat over his face, his eyes fluttering close. He shifted closer towards Noelle, settling himself until he was seated comfortably against her body. He crossed his arms over his chest and placed his right leg over his left.

As the sounds of the night lulled both Ashley and Noelle to sleep, Ashley couldn’t help but think about how the future may look for them now. Up until now, he carved his own path into the dirt, he knew every twist and turn in his life, his entire future, but now? Now there were other people creating a path for him. Now he had no idea where this path would lead them.

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i wonder what the danganronpa 69 and 96 cast would do if they were in total drama island instead

To be completely honest with you I've only ever watched the first season of TDI and I never actually finished it all the way through (lol). That being said I'm going off the gist of what it is and giving you some highlights of things that I could see happening:

Bojack is in the outhouse thing 24/7 complaining about everyone, everything and whatever else (he thinks if he complains enough the showrunners will give him what he wants, it will not work)

Dedede, Mario, Peter, and Kurumada are super competitive in the challenges and will probably actually resort to physical violence just to win

Kaidou also tries his hardest in challenges but ends up usually being one of the first to be eliminated

90% of the winners are L, Ayano, Luigi (by doing absolutely nothing), and Ena (somehow)

Teto, Ashley and Natsuki gossip about the contestants. Saiki likes to listen in because he agrees with 95% of it (the 5% is about Kaidou and while he does agree only he can badmouth him that's just how it works)

Jesse gets in trouble at least once a day trying to sneak a cigarette even though it's against the show's ratings (Walter is sick and tired and is confused why Jesse hasn't just been kicked off yet)

Miku tries to host a karaoke night every night by the campfire and while lots of the group join in at first, it slowly dwindles down each night as they get tired of it. Teto, 2D, Fluttershy, Parappa all stick around, as well as Hayasaka who claims he just feels bad if he doesn't go but is secretly doing it so he can listen to Miku sing vocaloid songs live

Yuri, Brian (Griffin), Retsuko, Bojack, and Ashley try to protest out of doing extreme challenges because they don't want to get hurt or they just can't be bothered (it does not work)

Hiroshi keeps wondering into the forest at night to study the local flora and Fluttershy does the same for fauna. Needless to say they have scared each other by running into one another in the darkness

The Conductor keeps trying to bribe the showrunners about his own ideas for challenges. Luigi overhears some of them and begs the showrunners to not go through with them

Nagito keeps trying to cause problems on purpose accident and Sans defends them only because he thinks it makes things more entertaining (also Sans deliberately gets himself eliminated early on so he can watch the rest of the group suffer)

On one elimination night, the host can't find the marshmallows to give out to the safe campers. Everyone starts arguing over whether it was Peter or Bojack who ate them all but it turns out it was Mai who took them all to bake some marshmallow cupcakes

If Monotora was a representative on the team, they'd do all they could to torment Brian (Pasternack) in every challenge. Brian tries going to the outhouse to complain about it but Bojack is already there so he just gives up (Hayasaka allows him to vent to him instead)

Latte is the hype woman trying to keep everyone's spirits high but the ones who want to win are already at 120% and the ones who want to go home are just crying

Mr. Krabs tries getting a crew to help him look for treasure on the island (his canon crew + Kaidou's team + Jesse). They all get in trouble after digging 50+ holes around the island

[lilac-melody]

So as I am seeing a new little influx of honeyworks fans, likely due to the shitty herotaru anime, I want everyone to listen up.

LIPxLIP, the idol duo featured in the anime, are a lot deeper than what the anime explains. I understand that it was Hiyori's story (even though they didn't get her personality right either lmao) so it's not going to go into detail about Aizou or Yujiro. I'm fine with that. I really am.

What bothered me was the small bits we were given are incredibly misleading for new fans. The anime exists more as fanservice for pre-existing fans. Fans who read the novels, regularly watch MVs, and so forth.

So I'm going to go over LIPxLIP's stories. Their thematic importance. Their relationship, and their relationship with Hiyori. I am quite sick and tired of seeing new fans blab about them as hateful misogynists, shallow, uncaring towards their fans...and all that.

Starting off with the local hero of the anime, Shibasaki Aizou.

Back when he was a small child, he loved singing. His mother played piano and his father played guitar (his father probably taught him how to play guitar? That or he picked it up himself. I don't think that was ever specified). He entered a children's singing competition, and ended up winning.

However, a couple years later, his father began to lie about going to work when he was really going out and having an affair with (another woman? multiple women??). This led to the father and their mother, Shibasaki Yuko, to constantly argue and scream at each other.

As a result, Ken (Aizou's older brother), would make pasta for himself and Aizou, as their parents were too busy screaming at each other for hours at a time. The novels stated that back then, their parents would argue so often that they would forget to buy groceries, and would leave Aizou starving. During this time, Yuko began drinking and getting drunk- which would scare her kids.

Eventually, the Shibasaki parents got a divorce, and Yuko began to drink even more heavily. She would cry and mourn. Aizou and Ken were still children at the time. Aizou, being the young child he was and recalling how Yuko used to smile when he sang, began to sing for her in hopes of cheering her up. Of course, Yuko just threw her alcohol at him and screamed at him that he needed to shut up- he was too noisy. It's also been heavily implied that she would hit Aizou too when she was drunk.

From this, Aizou stopped singing, being physically unable to. He began living out his days without truly living, just getting by. He had friends, but didn't hang out with them or join any clubs, having become depressed and understimulated.

In middle school, when playing his guitar one day, his mother broke it and screamed at him to never play it at home again. This led to him crying and not playing again...until he came across a musical instrument store, where he meets Morita. He, one day, brings the guitar in and begs him to fix it. Morita agrees, and even allows Aizou to stay in an upstairs room that used to be used for music lessons every now and then, on the condition he returns home occasionally. So he essentially finds a second home in the music store.

One day, he sees on his phone that there's an audition to become a teenage idol, so he signs up, which is where he meets Yujiro.

He (and Yujiro) both pass due to their spectacular performances, and are told to become a unit. Aizou now has his fire back, looking forward to the future.

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Now, for Someya Yujiro aka Aizou's anime arm candy.

When he was little (maybe before he was born? or maybe before he was 5??) his birth father died (unknown cause). His mother, Tae, got remarried to Someya Tamagoro. At first, things were fine. His father trained him in the art of kabuki.

Yujiro, at a young age, desperately wanted to be on stage doing kabuki with his new father. In fact, the desire was so strong, that he turned down all invites to hang out and play from the kids at his school. He didn't watch tv, he didn't do anything that would be considered a hobby. He abandoned everything that makes up a childhood to pursue his dream.

However, one day...his father told him and his younger brother, Koichiro, (who looked down on Tae and Yujiro for joining the Someya family), that Koichiro would be his heir. Yujiro tries to protest, only for Tamagoro to glare down at him coldly and tell him that he can't do it...he has no beauty.

All these years training, and Yujiro finally understands...he was never meant to stand on that stage. His father trained him for years, never truly intending for him to be on stage. Koichiro holds this over Yujiro, always mocking him and shoving him around.

As a result, Yujiro was banned from even entering the practice halls, and he became a helper of the house. He cleaned up backstage after shows, did laundry, all of that. Along with that, Tamagoro became colder to him, while Koichiro mocked him and abused him- verbally and sometimes physically. Yujiro thinks of taking his mother and running away, but has nowhere to go. He is absolutely miserable.

Of course, one day, Koichiro, for some reason, allows Yujiro to perform at a shrine once in his stead. We do not have any details on this, except that it made Yujiro happy and was clearly a one-time thing.

In either case, Yujiro too, lived a life of silence and loneliness. He tried to smile for his mom so she wouldn't worry, the one person who spoke to him. He had no friends, no hobbies, he accepted his fate of being his family's shadow, watching as Tamagoro has Yujiro's name removed from anything mentioning the Someya name, especially kabuki sites.

He was, essentially, disowned.

Tae still encouraged him to find something that made him happy...which eventually came in the form of the idol audition, where he meets Aizou.

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NOW. That's a hell of a lot deeper than herotaru gave us. And again, it's fine that they couldn't go all into depth- after all, it's Hiyori's anime and her backstory is more simple. We can't have the idols outshinng her now, can we?

In any case, going strictly based on the novels (as the Hanipre stories are their own thing...though I like to consider them canon, but I know they're technically not), the stories of Aizou and Yujiro begin.

After agreeing to become a unit (or they won't debut at all), the two do not get along at all. Aizou mocks Yujiro for his lack of strength and stamina, and Yujiro mocks Aizou for being unable to read sheet music, Aizou finds out that Yujiro's father doesn't think he has what it takes to be an idol. So, he takes him to his secret spot and the two practice and talk.

Yujiro eventually gains Tamagoro's approval, and the two do a commercial, though they are not very well known. They want to debut.

After multiple instances of various situations (including Aizou sharing his music room with Yujiro, some bullies shoving Aizou into a pool at a live show and Yujiro yelling at them and teaching Aizou how to swim, going through an aquarium together and Aizou winning a stuffed penguin and giving it to Yujiro when he sees how disappointed he is that he didn't get it), they finally get their debut song, Romeo.

Eagerly, they practice it together. During this time, they're thinking about whether or not they should go to high school. Aizou tells Yujiro how he wants to avoid one high school in particular.

Yujiro eventually decides he wants to, because Narumi Sena inspired him. She was the one who recommended Sakuragaoka to him. Because of her, Yujiro checks the school out and runs into Aizou. He admits to Aizou he's thinking about going here, and Aizou balks. He's absolutely appalled, and complains about not wanting to go there. (Which..??? Aizou..??? No one said you had to?!) Yujiro points this out and Aizou has the flimsy excuse of "it'll be easier for Manager Uchida to pick us up".

...I'm sure. But I digress.

Filming for the Romeo MV comes, and the two are inspired by Sena's professionalism, and at the end, Aizou finds Yujiro alone and, after arguing over who is the first lip in their unit name, they share a toast together.

The MV released in February, just before high school begins, and Yujiro and Aizou are proud to see themselves on the giant tvs in town. Yujiro remarks to himself how he feels as though he can overcome anything, and how he'll still be depressed- there'll still be days he can't even get out of bed, where he wants to run away, desperately endures tears, and so on...but he knows Aizou will be by his side.

School starts up, where they meet Hiyori. In the novels, Hiyori has to actually work hard to gain their trust and friendship (I did a full novel-to-anime comparison here. I am skipping over retelling it so I can continue with LIPxLIP's story, but rest assured, I will get back to it and explain their friendship.)

The end of the year comes- and I am assuming it's autumn or so when the next novel takes place, since they mention an upcoming "spring concert" and how they've been idols for a year now.

The two boys are getting along more- though they still have their argumentative moments. They are given an opportunity to be in a play as the main characters. Aizou is hesitant, but Yujiro, who has acting experience thanks to kabuki, accepts it immediately. Yujiro cheers Aizou on in his own weird way and Aizou accepts the job as well.

However...during the first reading...Aizou loses his place and the director goes off on him. I mean, even when I was reading/translating it, I was appalled myself.

Yujiro stands up for Aizou, and nearly gets them both fired because of his "bad attitude". They agree to stay on board, but now, there's tension in the air.

Aizou's new at all of this, so most people ignore him, esp the director. But Yujiro is good at what he does, so people expect perfection from him. He's suffering as well, on the opposite spectrum from Aizou. Hell, just one scene alone, Yujiro and some NPCs did for over two hours straight with no breaks. They've been practicing in general for a while now and this was, according to Aizou, the first mistake Yujiro makes...which causes the director to scream at him.

Now, multiple times already, Aizou has ran after Yujiro and abandoned his spot, and thinks about how he refuses to leave Yujiro alone, because he was worried about him.

He even seeks help from some female colleagues (who...know about Aizou's brother and mistakes him for him. Which leads to a genuinely hilarious moment of Aizou screaming in actual horror about the idea of dating a girl, and he only thought about it "for 3 seconds". He says he talks with a few girls but never wants to be personally involved with them) to help him better himself at acting.

Eventually, Aizou realizes what he has to do and...does it. He lightens up the entire room with his humor and even earns Yujiro's gratitude and respect (though...Yujiro kind of accuses him of trying to "woo him" when Aizou insists they practice together??? and says he may start some rumors??? Hello???)

Practice resumes, and Aizou takes singing lessons from IV of Ft4 due to not understanding how to sing with emotions and not just singing something well.

Dress rehearsals start, and Aizou recalls, back when he was a child, the joy of singing. He remembers the joy when he sang in the children's competition, and amazes everyone. Things are going well.

Until...Yujiro eventually collapses from a lack of eating and sleeping. Aizou catches him and Yujiro is taken to a hospital. Aizou worries for his wellbeing until he is able to check on him. At first, Aizou scolds Yujiro for not taking care of himself, before blaming himself for not realizing Yujiro wasn't taking care of himself. He admits to himself he saw Yujiro not eating and being tired during the day.

After the first day of the actual play, Yujiro tells Aizou about the time he was able to perform at a shrine, and Aizou, now realizing the truth about how Yujiro wasn't able to perform on stage, encourages Yujiro to dance for him, even assuring him that he was the only one watching.

After the director interrupt them, the two both think about how they have a future of hope ahead of them.

OKAY.

NOW that we are now all caught up with their stories, let's break down their relationship.

The two of them fight. They always have. They have their ups and downs often, butting heads about the best way to do things. However, they both acknowledge that fighting is part of their own love. Source.

The entire point of the Romeo novel was for them to realize they can rely on each other, how they are no longer suffering alone, and chasing their dreams. Aizou realizes that there's someone who will always stick up for him, even when they don't get along. Yujiro realizes that he doesn't have to suffer alone and can rely on a partner- not just for work, but for his emotional needs as well, as he points out in the epilogue.

The entire point of the LOVE&KISS novel (aside from telling an AU story, which half of the novel is the fantasy universe) was to nip their trauma in the bud. They have unintentionally begun to rely heavily on each other.

With Aizou, he finds his passion for singing again. Not just his dream- but the pure joy he gets when he sings. He doesn't need his mother's approval anymore (though she moved to France anyway and got remarried there, so it's not like he'll see her again).

With Yujiro, he's finally able to prove to his father, his brother, and the director too that he's someone worthy of being on the stage. Not just as an idol, but as an actor too. He even performed kabuki on stage- albeit it was supposed to be solely for Aizou's eyes only.

The two argued twice in the novel, and the rest of the time was spent worrying about each other, spent helping each other, and strengthening their bond. It's because of each other that they were able to overcome a harsh hurdle in their lives, the things that blocked them from becoming truly happy with their careers.

With a bit of offhand flirting and standing by each other firmly, the two have cemented themselves as the most important people in each other's lives. Hell, they even wear the same outfts in Chapter 7 as they do in Samishigariya, where it explicitly states that they're the most important people to each other (or, at least Yujiro is to Aizou), interconnecting this novel to the song in question.

As for Hiyori...no, she was not in this novel. She was briefly in Romeo at the very end when complaining about city boys, but despite working for them at this point in time, she does not show up at all in LOVE&KISS. Hell, she's not even mentioned.

I do not think it is a continuity error. I think this was done deliberately- because what purpose would she serve? I'm not trying to sound mean, I adore Hiyori. But she knows nothing of their backstories or trauma. And LIPxLIP are not the type to blab about their past abuse. It's taken them a while to be open and honest with each other even now. The novel is about Aizou and Yujiro and their bond. They had their own spotlight in Hiyori's novels.

With Hiyori, they obviously have grown to care for her. They've helped her dress up for Asuka and confess to him, and approved of Nagisa as boyfriend material for her, even encouraging her to go for him because they know Nagisa truly loves Hiyori.

("But Lisi! You said you're going based off of the novels and MVs!" Yes, but Hiyori's newest song and Nagisa's song both show that the event in the anime happened and are firmly continuing it, so it is...canon.)

Either way, the two still make fun of Hiyori and gang up on her, but despite that, they still are there for her...kind of? It's not like she really faces any hardships aside from the bullying incident that eventually blew over. But they do support her dream in being a track athlete.

They respect her hard work. They respect her.

Even so, despite them clearly being good friends, there's still a wall between them. Aizou and Yujiro haven't told her anything about their lives...and why should they?

If you're going based on the anime, they have every right not to tell her anything. Hiyori's first instinct when Ken told her a bit about Aizou was "thank god it's not real trauma. hmm how do I fix him?" and then yelling at Yujiro that he's not hated by his family because his mother makes him lunch.

Knowing what you know now, you can see where I'm going with this? Anime Hiyori seriously butted her nose where it didn't belong and, unintentionally or not, she completely undermined their trauma. Sure, they didn't hear her talking with Ken, but they sure as hell heard her when she said Yujiro wasn't hated by his family. And not to mention that aggravating as fuck scene of her comparing Aizou's dislike of women to her dislike of squid.

Aizou dislikes women partially because of his family, yes, but it's mainly because of his trauma with his mother.

They're friends, yes, but not personal friends. Aizou and Yujiro will help Hiyori, but they are not willing to let Hiyori help them outside of work-related issues.

LIPxLIP were able to grow as people because of each other, they rely on each other, they don't need anyone else because they have each other. They enjoy the presence of Hiyori and Minami, and they respect Ft4 as senpais, but that's about it.

Herotaru trashed their stories. Omitting things is fine, but not at the expense of ruining their backstories and personalities.

I think the anime should have been longer so we can focus more on their backstories and personalities. And give us a reason to truly believe that Hiyori, Aizou, and Yujiro are friends, rather than just shrug and say "yeah, they're friends because she said she has a dream".

And no, Yume Fanfare is not for Hiyori. The song is hinted to have been sung during high school, yes, this is after the bullying incident with Chizuru. We know this because we see Chizuru crying in the song Heroine Tarumono and the exact same frame is in Yume Fanfare, which Hiyori does not appear in. They are not gesturing to her, or looking out at her in the audience. She is behind the stage. As seen in the herotaru MV. They are gesturing to each other, singing and dedicating this song to each other. Hell, it goes over their trauma. It does not show us Hiyori's dream. Yume Fanfare is AIZOU AND YUJIRO'S ONLY.

Also Yamako, the creator of them, has said so herself as well. Sooo...yeah.

You can ship what you want, but you cannot and will not take Yume Fanfare from me because a shitty adaptation wanted to be special.

I hope this post has been helpful to anime-onlys.

LIPxLIP Novels: Romeo, LOVE&KISS

Bonus: Yujiro's solo dedicated to Aizou and Aizou's solo dedicated to Yujiro

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911 Lone Star Headcannons

TK

- Is Autistic (I have already established this)

- Has Borderline Personality Disorder

- Idk why but I think he would like country music

- Really likes sea shanty’s

- Would 100% make that’s homophobic jokes (ex. Is told to clean the bathrooms, would reply that’s homophobic)

- Was a band kid, played a variety of instruments, started on obscure instruments one of the first being the accordion

- Carlos tries to teach him guitar, he gets it but can’t make his fingers move the right way

- Hates singing in public but is good at it

- Seeing as everyone in the 126 are part of a family they would be siblings. He would be the youngest middle child

- Would have done theater, didn’t act but did lights instead

- Yet somehow still has every script memorized

- Sucks at acting

- Literally just runs everywhere, whether he could get a ride or not.

- Favorite subject in school was biology

- Least favorite was math (he can’t do math)

- When he finds out Carlos likes photography he spends hours researching stuff about photography. He learns about how cameras work and we’re made and stuff. He tells carlos about it. Carlos does not know any of this. He just likes taking pictures doesn’t know the history. He appreciates it though.

- If he has a hogwarts house it would be ravenclaw

- can draw but thinks he can’t

- Would never swear, not because he has anything against it he just wants to see how many obscure substitutions he can make before people get annoyed

- Can’t drive. He used Mario kart to practice for his driving test that’s all you need to know.

- Would have watched don’t hug me I’m scared

Judd

- Hates country music

- Oldest son

- He would love squishmallows (you’ve seen him with pillows)

- Favorite subject in school was English

- Least favorite was history

- if he had a hogwarts house would be hufflepuff

- Sexuality would be unlabeled. Like he knows he likes men and woman but doesn’t exactly know what he is.

- One of the only ones in the 126 who can drive

Owen

- Good person, but bad parent (to his son)

- Dad of the 126

- Good parent to everyone but his son

- Is also autistic

- favorite subject in school was health

- least favorite subject was history

- hogwarts house would be gryffindor

- Can somehow only drive obscure vehicles but not like a normal car.

- Says he’s ‘not gay’ but has definitely dated at least one man and liked it.

Carlos

- can play guitar

- TK tries to teach him instruments, is confused but likes to listen

- Not good but not bad at singing enjoys singing in front of people

- is a photographer

- Has anxiety

- Is a cat person

- Can drive and enjoys driving

- favorite subject in school was photography

- least favorite subject in school P.E.

- would listen to TK rant about whatever for hours and be genuinely interested

- hogwarts house be slytherin

- can’t draw but thinks he can

- Begs TK to just say the word fuck

- Can drive but he failed his test 4 times

- The drunker he gets the more unhinged he is.

Paul

- Loves puzzles

- Oldest middle child

- Favorite subject in school was math

- least favorite was English

- hogwarts house would be ravenclaw

- Like will wood

- Can drive but is a perfectionist. Like if they need to be somewhere at noon they need to leave at 7 am because Paul will check every little detail before leaving.

Marjan

- Aroace

- Oldest daughter

- Favorite subject in school was P.E.

- Least favorite was health

- hogwarts house gryffindor

- Worst driver in the 126 don’t let her in a car pleasr

Mateo

- Has ADHD

- Yougest child

- can’t cook

- Favorite subject in school was science

- Least favorite was history

- hogwarts house would be hufflepuff

- Can drive but that’s all he can do. Like he can’t ride a bike and can barley walk.

- Poly/Pan

Nancy

- Not a sibling but like a cousin

- Was also a theater kid, can actually act

- favorite subject in school was art

- Least favorite was P.E.

- hogwarts house would be ravenclaw

- Can only drive small cars

Tommy

- Mother of the group

- Favorite subject in school was science

- least favorite was health

- hogwarts house would be slytherin

- Can drive

Grace

- Favorite subject in school would be music

- least favorite subject would be English

- hogwarts house would be slytherin

- Is a really good driver

- Similar to Judd her sexuality is unlabeled

- Would platonically flirt with Tommy