#also to be clear i agree with this person 100% i just read this and had instant war flashbacks

[wanders-in-wonderland]

Marriage is a Contract

Sooooo I got this idea in my head after reading way too many "arranged marriage between grumpy ceo x sunshine wife" tropes... it's quite honestly just a bunch of scenes I had in my head that I mashed together for some semblance of a coherent plot. And 100% self-indulgent fluff and so wildly different from what I usually write but please enjoy because I love this. Also so sorry there is no smut in this oops... but enjoy!

My marriage was a business agreement in every sense. A match made in a boardroom with a dozen bland, graying men who decided how they could sell me to the highest bidder and who that would be. A merger that let every person in that boardroom walk away with hundreds of millions while I got a new last name.

My family was wealthy and influential but a crumbling institution. A few too many bad investments and scandals meant we needed a lifeline, a distraction from the failing dynasty. What better than a shiny new-money CEO who built his company from the ground up. It didn’t matter that he had a ruthless reputation, known to cut down his boardroom rivals without a second thought, coldly pragmatic with no concern for anything other than the growth of his own empire. In fact, all of those were positives and I made the perfect bargaining chip.

-

He remembers the meeting, the boardroom cold, every person present speaking in calculated measured tones. My father had smiled too wide, my mother’s gaze blank, neither of them concerned with the idea of selling their daughter off to the best buyer. And me? I sat there, silent, hands folded, almost bored looking as I surveyed my surroundings with a gaze of indifference.

He almost respected that. The terms were too attractive for him not to agree with. His company would absorb my family’s, he could restructure easily, cut out the rot and save the parts that were still worthwhile. He would get a foothold into the old money world, the connections forged in generations of blood and wealth, a place he could never enter without a connection like mine. The fact that I was well-bred, sat pretty, and kept quiet was an added bonus.

He signed the papers without looking at me.

-

I moved into his penthouse in the city. Separate bedrooms and his busy work schedule meant that I hardly saw him. We found a new normal: polite, indifferent words exchanged the few times we did cross paths during the week (nothing beyond a cursory inquiry and a blank smile); formal events added into our calendars by his secretary where our combined presence was required, charity galas, investor dinners, flashy events of opulence where he needed his pretty wife on his arm; the biweekly date penciled into our calendars to keep up public appearances so the high society papers kept their noses out of our lives.

Months passed. Our wedding became old news, our regularly scheduled appearances and perfectly tailored performances of romance made us a boring couple to keep an eye on. His company’s performance was stable. Life was standard, clinical, unobtrusive.

Until I got bored.

-

His company has been deadlocked in a merger for months. A deal worth billions that could either double the company’s profits or bankrupt them. And right now, they were losing. He was furious, going over every contract, negotiation, email, and memo to try to salvage what should have been his legacy.

Every internal c-suite meeting feels like a step off a fast-crumbling cliffside. Every lawyer on retainer at the company is working overtime, every consultant ordered to drop other cases to focus on this single merger. It’s the third meeting of the day, he sits at the head of the conference table, fingers steepled, jaw clenched tight enough to crack granite. The silence is suffocating as every executive stares helplessly at the strategies they’d laid out on the screen, nothing good enough to salvage this. Until, his CFO cleared his throat hesitantly.

“There might be someone who can help.”

His gaze swings to him, sharp enough to make the CFO cower a little before clearing his throat and standing his ground.

“She’s a strategist, consultant for hire but she hardly ever takes cases and no one has really heard much from her in the past year.”

“Who is she?”

“No one knows, she operates under a pseudonym. Rumor has it she forced Harvard Law to sign an NDA when she graduated and demands the same from every company she works with. Top firms have tried to hire her but she’s never accepted. Refuses to be on retainer for anyone.”

He rubs his temples, his voice cold with barely contained frustration. “Get a meeting with her.”

Two hours later, there’s a memo on his desk.

She agreed to meet but wants a million and a half upfront. 30 minute meeting, Thursday 10am.

He feels his blood pressure rise. This bitch is playing him. But he has no choice, he fires off an email to approve of the meeting… and the $1.5 million wire transfer.

-

Thursday 9:55am

The boardroom is ice cold. His patience is in the negative as he sits, tapping his fingers furiously against the conference table. The rest of the c-suite executives sit around him, each of them wearing various faces of trepidation, anxiety, and sheer exhaustion.

10:05am

He is ready to murder someone. She’s five minutes late, for a meeting that cost $1.5 million to set up. No one has spoken since the clock ticked past the hour. One of the lawyers coughs and he glares hard enough to make the man swallow his next cough, choosing to lose oxygen rather than piss of the CEO any further.

10:07am

The sound of clicking heels comes from down the hall and he looks ready to burn the building down as every head turns towards to door in anticipation.

The door opens silently.

His sharp inhale is the only sound in the room. Then his voice, barely restrained fury.

“What the fuck?”

A light chuckle bursts out of me. “Is that any way to greet your wife?”

The room is frozen. I take my time sauntering around the conference table, taking off my coat to settle in the one empty seat across from him.

“What the fuck is the meaning of this?”

I raise an eyebrow at him. “Honey, you’re paying a million and a half for me to be here. I sure hope you know the meaning of this.”

He scoffs, ears reddening. I can see his hands fisting on the table, the vein on his forehead pulsing with his fury.

“I paid for some expert to come fix this merger, so unless you somehow have a law degree hidden under that pantsuit, you have nothing to offer here.”

I roll my eyes, “Touchy, is this because you didn’t eat breakfast this morning?”

His response is more of an angry growl than anything resembling the English language.

I laugh, “I am in fact, hiding a law degree under here. A doctorate too. It’s really not a good look for a husband to not even know about his wife’s background.”

I turn to his CFO and smile sweetly. “Now, you all know how expensive my time is, so let’s not waste anymore. I’ve seen the documents, there’s another angle you all haven’t considered…”

It takes me seven minutes to dismantle their merger and redesign it into a deal that no one could turn down. It’s a solution so elegant it’s almost insulting that no one else saw it. I watch the vein on his forehead pulse as every sentence that leaves my mouth effortlessly rewrites the deal he'd struggled with for months.

The tension in the room finally breaks and there’s quiet celebration from every executive. A collective sigh of relief in knowing that they no longer have to consider the reality of bankrupting the company and losing billions.

It’s 10:27 when we wrap up the conversation. He dismisses the meeting with cold efficiency, every member of the team scurrying off to cross T’s and dot I’s before sending out the revised contract to the opposing side.

I stay seated, playing with a pen while staring at my husband.

“You still have 3 minutes left, dear husband,” I say, smiling.

He glares, “Technically, I have 10, you were 7 minutes late.” He stalks around the table towards me, grabbing my chair and hauling it to face him.

I stand to look at him, a little smile still playing across my lips.

“Why did you never tell me you were more than a trophy wife?” His voice is low and angry.

I blink at him, “You never asked. Plus, it was in my file and in our marriage contract. I would know, I wrote that contract myself. It’s not my fault you didn’t read it.”

“You fucking brat,” he growls before his hand comes up to tangle in my hair and his lips find mine.

We violate several HR protocols in the remaining 10 minutes of that meeting before he drags me into his office.

—

That night, the financial news runs the headline: "Billion Dollar Merger Saved by CEO's Secret Weapon—His Wife."

Meanwhile, his secret weapon is currently bent over their bed, moaning into the sheets as he ruins me, his grip bruising, his teeth on my neck.

"Still—fuck—smug now?" he rasps.

I gasp, arching. "Y-Yes."

He snarls, flipping me onto my back. "Good."

When we’re both spent and collapsed on the bed, my body curled into his and his fingers stroking through my hair, he finally takes the time to learn about his wife. To ask questions and actually care about my answers.

He learns about the Harvard law degree I never mentioned. My PhD in Economic Theory I keep hidden away. The published papers under a penname he actually recognizes from industry journals. He truly sees me for the first time, a nuclear weapon hiding right under his nose. I could've bled him dry months ago.

“What are you even going to do with the 1.5 million?” He asks, his tone an exasperated tease. “Don’t I give you enough of an allowance?”

I grin at him. “I want a yacht.”

He rolls his eyes, “You’re insufferable.”

The next day, at his board meeting, I text him a photo of a yacht listing with a heart emoji.

He responds with an eyeroll and a barely there smile that makes the executive next to him choke on his coffee.

At the end of the meeting, his VP hesitates before clearing his throat.

"Sir, should we draft paperwork for your wife’s board seat?"

He replies coolly.

"Yes. And she goes by Doctor."

And of course, when he hands me the paperwork to sign, I turn it down at first and made him negotiate (beg) for it. I think he’s really pretty on his knees.

-

The company gossip takes on its own life as I reshape his empire at my will.

I attend board meetings when I want and I spend most of them doodling in my notes.

I’m drawing my husband as an angry stick figure when I glance up at the quarterly finance presentation and interrupt the speaker without even looking at him. “Your projections are off by 16% because you didn’t consider the Asia-Pacific market value.”

The room is silent. My husband coughs to cover his laugh before ordering his research team to come back with updated numbers.

I get my own corner office with a view that rivals his own. I never use it, instead, I spend my time lounging on his office couch, snacking while I tear apart his contracts with red pen and doodles in the margins.

I send memos with contract corrections signed with kissy faces to the c-suite members.

I befriend every intern, assistant, and even the janitorial staff. When I find out my husband made some poor college intern cry by snapping at him in a meeting, I send out a company-wide email of him, the feared CEO, passed out on our couch, with drool on the corner of his mouth and my lipstick stain on his cheek. He makes me pay for that but he never yells at another intern again.

When there’s a flash rainstorm and he tracks mud and water into the office, I yell at him and make him clean it himself because “the custodial staff just waxed the floors and you need to respect that.”

I completely restructure compensation for all employees at every level. Benefits are tripled, six-month paid parental leave is guaranteed, student debt for all employees and their children is 100% covered by the company. When news got out, the company’s stocks tanked for a day before I rewrote every ongoing deal we had to force every other competitor to match our benefits and we made back triple the losses. My husband took a screenshot of the stock chart from those 48 hours and had it framed in the company lobby.

The stories only escalate from there. It seems like every single employee has some juicy gossip about the scary CEO and his badass wife.

"The way the CEO looks at her when she corrects him in meetings—like he wants to either strangle her or bend her over the desk." (He’s done both individually and simultaneously).

“I was at the quarterly meeting where she threw a pen at his head and called him childish because he yelled about Q2 losses.” (This is true and I made him apologize to everyone at the meeting after).

“I saw him carrying her out of the late-night Blackstone negotiation and it was so cute. Then he glared at me but #goals.” (Also true and I demanded that we get McDonald’s on the way home.)

“I heard she rewrote the indemnity clause of the Hong Kong deal while they were having sex.” (Sometimes inspiration strikes at odd times. He came so hard he blacked out a little.)

“The Kensington CEO had tried to write a clause into their contract to bar her from attending joint meetings.” (It didn’t work and I show up to every single one out of spite.)

-

There is a private Slack channel that has literally every employee in it called #overheard-from-mr-and-dr-ceo with a pinned message that reads: DO NOT LEAK ANYTHING FROM THIS CHANNEL, HE WILL FIRE US ALL.

The top messages include:

[Anna_Finance]

She demanded we add ‘company-wide nap pods’ to the budget in the last finance meeting. He said no. She stared at him for five seconds. He caved in three.

[John_Intern]

I shared an elevator with them. She wanted to drink his coffee and he didn’t even hesitate before handing it over. She called him 'good boy.' I thought he was going to kill me.

[Luke_ExecutiveAssistant]

She called him “a little bitch” in the boardroom for vetoing her childcare policy for employees. We got the go-ahead three minutes after the meeting ended.

[Paula_PublicRelations]

I overhead them fighting at lunch. It was about pineapple on pizza.

Dr. CEO: "You’re wrong, and I will die on this hill."

Mr. CEO, while cutting her burger for her!!!: "Then I’ll bury you here."

[James_VP]

I just witnessed a masterclass in the global investor call:

Mr. CEO: "We are not restructuring the Asia-Pacific division."

Dr. CEO, from off-screen: "We are restructuring the Asia-Pacific division."

Mr. CEO, pausing mid-sentence: "...We are restructuring the Asia-Pacific division."

Investor: "Since when?"

Mr. CEO, sighing: "Since my wife said so."

[Lauren_Intern]

GUYS. SHE JUST CALLED HIM 'BABY TYRANT' TO HIS FACE IN THE ELEVATOR. HE JUST SIGHED AND LET HER FIX HIS TIE.

[Dr. CEO]

Hey guys. Just so you know—he reads this channel.

(Read by 3,742 users. 2,916 panic reactions.)

[Mr. CEO]

…Keep the quotes coming. I need evidence for my eventual defamation lawsuit against her.

[Dr. CEO]

He’s lying. He thinks they’re cute.

(Mr. CEO is typing…)

(Mr. CEO has left the channel.)

[Dr. CEO]

Don't worry, he'll be back. <3

Is this pure, disgusting fluff? Yes. Do I understand anything about the corporate world that I just wrote about? No. Do I know what an indemnity clause is? No. Nor do I fully understand what a merger is. But I love this story and will take no criticisms. <3

I lowkey don't even know how to tag this...

[llamagoddessofficial]

Has anyone requested Fae Dust’s datemate HCs yet? If not, can we have some?

I also saw @owl-bones' Dust art, anon. And I very much agree its sexy

Don't think I need to tell you that he's hard to read

Get used to having no clue how he really feels.

Some wonder why he doesn't speak, when tricksy words are what the fae are known for. But in a world where every word is a trap, there's great power in not speaking at all.

... Also means it feels like there's never any pressure with Dust. You can relax around him. Blurt whatever you like, because he says barely anything in return.

When he likes you, you won't know how you know, but you'll just... know. You'll get a feeling you're being quietly appreciated. You'll get a feeling you're the only person in the room he can stand. He keeps looking at you like you and him are in on a joke no one else understands.

He'll be silent for hours, only to stun everyone in the room by chuckling at something you said.

He frequently looks your way, even if you can't see his eyelights you can tell you're being watched, and when you can see his eyelights they get visibly wider and softer.

Normally, during the rare occasions when Nightmare hosts balls or parties, Dust immediately finds some way to escape. But if you're present, he'll stay. Might even ask you to dance.

(By 'ask', I mean just gently take your hand and wordlessly lead you into it, the other skeletons too gobsmacked at his boldness to intervene)

There's a few clearer signs he likes you. He'll perform random acts of politeness for you, like holding doors and passing you things you can't reach, a big fucking deal considering you didn't ask first. He'll sit by your side, he'll stand close to you even if you're not facing one another. If you're having a conversation with another fae he looms nearby... you might mistake it for jealousy, but really, he's making it 100% clear to whoever you're talking to that if they trick you or take something of yours he's going to ensure it's returned.

..... A little jealousy too, though.

He disappears for several days at a time, seemingly out of nowhere. No one's sure what he does - rumours swirl that he goes out to do Nightmare's dirty work. The first thing he always does when he comes back is give you a small affectionate touch.

He spends a lot of time in Nightmare's library. You might find him there, if you wander that way. You can tell he appreciates the company because he doesn't leave when you show up.

You find him smoking outside, you ask for a puff of his cigarette. He takes a slow drag, then leans in and kisses you.

He'll take his hood down around you.

When he does eventually speak, you'll find that the whole time he's known you, he's been quietly making a dedicated effort to learn about the things important to you. He's very perceptive. He'll learn all about your interests, your hobbies, the things you could talk about forever... if you know another language he'll familiarise himself with the basics, if you like art he'll pick up a pencil, if you like history his satchel will be heavy with scrolls and books he's snatched from Nightmare's library for you.

It's funny how so few words can make you feel so appreciated.

He's quite the charmer, when he wants to be.

[mediumgayitalian]

“Don’t worry, Kayla. I got him.”

It’s the first thing that registers in a long time. It’s also the only thing that registers a split second before a hand grips his collar and he is dragged, bodily, out of the infirmary, bumping down the stairs like luggage.

“Is that all I am to you?” Will asks, bereft. “Luggage?”

“You’re losing your mind again,” Nico says. “Intervention time.”

“I am — just fine, thank you kindly! I was in the middle of sorting the medicine cabinet by colour and vibe. Let me go.”

“There’s something wrong with you. Mentally.”

“How rude.”

Nico snorts, but does not relinquish his hold. Will gives up squirming and sighs, allowing himself to be dragged.

It’s kind of nice, he supposes. Nico is careful to avoid most of the rocks and the sky is kind of pretty from this angle. Ideally he’d be, like, walking, but dragged along is alright. It’s better than last time. The whole princess carry thing was humiliating and if someone does that to him again he’s channeling the power of the sun and exploding himself and everyone around him.

“That is not an actual power that you have, William.”

“Shows what you know.”

“I’m gonna start calling you Hiroshima.”

“Go for it. Guess who’ll look like the insane one in that scenario?”

Nico laughs, because he thinks Will is funny, even though he will not admit it. Will knows so because that’s how he bagged the camp’s baddest bitch. Twas most certainly not his swordfighting skills or poetry, that is for certain.

(Not that it had stopped him from trying. Honestly, Nico may have agreed to go out with him for the sole intent of stopping the poetry.)

(But he’s stuck now, so there.)

“Here.” Nico deposits him unceremoniously on the floor. Will lands with an exaggerated oof. “Eat something or I’m stuffing you into an onager and launching you to Mars.” He glances up at the sky. “The planet, not the deity.”

“Figured,” Will wheezes, rubbing his shoulder blades. Why must he always land painfully. Why is he punished merely for existing. “What’s this?”

Nico, refusing to answer verbally, spreads his arms. Will uses his working eyeballs to determine ‘this’ is a soft blanket that is 100% stolen directly from the Aphrodite cabin, spread carefully over the grass of the nicest clearing in the woods. ‘This’ is a picnic basket full of what Will assumes is Twizzlers, if Nico loves him.

“Tis not,” Nico promises. “I brought you vegetables and whole grains and all the other bullshit you harp about me eating, you massive hypocrite.”

‘This’, Will notices, ignoring him, is a folded letter with his name on it and a portable radio playing the nearest country station.

Next time you overwork yourself I’m knocking you unconscious and chaining you to your bed for three days, reads the note. Make better choices, you dickbrain.

“Charming,” Will says. He presses the letter to his chest and pretends to swoon. Nico lets him fall and bang his skull on the ground, but Will internalizes the pain and commits to the bit like a real man. “My very own Romeo, taking care of me so well. Oh, my heart, my heart.”

“You are the most annoying person alive.”

“And yet you’re obsessed with me.”

Nico cracks a smile. “Yes,” he admits. “Not quite sure how that one happened.”

Nico looks at him with dark brown eyes and slightly raised brows and it is charming, genuinely, and Will goes a little pink, admittedly, because his smile is crooked and teasing and there is something handsome and a little tiny bit mean about it and maybe Will likes that. A little. And maybe Nico knows that and snickers and mutters get over here, airhead and tugs him until his head is in his lap and sticks his hands in his tangled hair and yeah, Will likes it a little. A lot.

“You know, you’re kind of an alright person,” Will says.

“That was almost a compliment.”

“Mhm. I might even like you.”

“Shocking.”

Will grins. Nico rolls his eyes and leans down to kiss him, biting the tip of his nose on the way down, and there is a coil in Will’s belly and it feels a little like heat and a little like warmth. A little like someone taking care of him.

“I threatened the camp,” Nico says conversationally. “We have the next three point seventeen hours to ourselves, lest I sacrifice three teenagers to Thanatos.”

“Sensible.”

“I thought so.”

“Anyone told you you’re kinda hot when you’re a little evil?”

“Yeah. I hear it a lot, actually.”

“Good, good. Glad you’re aware.”

They look at each other for one point two seconds and burst out laughing, and it is stupid, and it is quiet, and it is a bubble growing and growing in the pit of Will’s chest.

He breathes. He leans a little farther into Nico’s lap, and smile. He grips their hands together.

It’s kinda nice to be got.

———

based on this drawing by @skysmadness

[insight-chronicles]

Chapter 1 - An Interesting Meeting

Word Count: 2.2k

Content Warning: Swearing

Summary: Chairman Go wants more information, and you agree to a date?

Author's Note: AU where Yoonho isn’t married

AO3

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6 Months Later

It had started off as a lovely day, the sun was shinning, you had had a good night sleep and you even had the ingredients in to make panakes for breakfast. You had an amazing feeling about today. That feeling didn’t last long after you arrived at work.

It had been just over a week since the raid on Jeju Island, where so many of the Japanese S-Rank Hunters had lost their lives, and the Korean S-Ranks would have also died if it had not been for Sung Jinwoo and his perfect timing. The fact that this man, that was only recently been re-evaluated as an S-Rank Hunter, had destroyed the beast single-handedly, and on live TV no less, was nothing less than a miracle. The ‘Ant King’, as the media referred to the monster, very nearly took out all of the Hunters sent to clear the island, but the footage that was supposed to ease the public's fear instead showed them a different kind of monster. One that lived among them, one known by the name Sung Jinwoo.

The footage of Hunter Sung defeating the Ant King had been replayed many times since the completion of the raid, making people question why Hunter Sung had not been part of the original raiding team. At any given time, you could turn on the TV or open your phone to 10 different news sites either praising or cursing his name. The ones coming to his defence were using his mother as an excuse, saying he should be allowed to spend time with her as the first person to wake up from Eternal Slumber, and no one knew if or when she might succumb to it again. The ones dragging his name through the mud were also blaming the Hunter Association for not forcing him to fight or calling the Association incompetent for not knowing how strong he was and that he could have raided the island by himself without risking the lives of others.

You weren’t sure what to believe; one thing you did know for sure is that there was no indication in Hunter Sungs' file that he would have been able to take on the island raid by himself. You knew because you had checked his file probably 100 times since that day. Hell, you had checked it 10 times that morning alone after you had heard that the Chairman of the Hunter Assocation, Go Gunhee, had requested a meeting with you that afternoon.

You stood nervously outside the Chairman's office. It's not like it was your fault you didn't know the extent of Hunter Sung’s power. Chairman Go had been at the evaluation as well and had not indicated that he thought the power that Hunter Sung showed then was anything less than his full potential. So how could he blame her for this? Of course, she could just be overthinking it, and he wanted to see her about something else, but the timing was too coincidental to be about anything but Hunter Sung.

Taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door.

“Come in”, you opened the door and stepped inside. Chairman Go lifted his head from the report he was reading through and smiled warmly at you, “Ah, Ms L/N, please come in, shut the door behind you and take a seat.” He gestured to one of the two chairs facing his desk. Whilst your back was turned shutting the door, you took another calming breath and wiped the palms of your hands down the front of your trousers. Feeling slightly steadier, you made your way across the office to sit in one of the plush armchairs.

“No need to look so worried, Ms L/N”, came a voice from behind you. You hadn't seen him when you entered the room, but your perception skills never let you down, which is why you were not surprised when you turned and offered a gentle smile to Woo Jinchul, who stood in a darkened corner behind you. You shook your head slightly, suppressing a laugh, at his attempt to be cool and mysterious as usual, or was he trying to intimidate you?

“Oh, I'm not worried. I'm just wondering what it is I can do for you, sir.” As you finished your sentence, you turned back to the chairman, a small smile turing up the corners of your mouth.

“Well,” the chairman cleared his throat, “I assume you are aware of how the raid on Jeju Island panned out.” You answered with a nod of your head. Once again, Chairman Go coughed, clearing his throat. He seemed worried to ask you about something. “Well, you see, we,” A glance at Chief Inspector Woo, “That is, I, was just wondering as to the details of Hunter Sung’s file. The results of his latest evaluation did not suggest that he was showing us just a fraction of his power, but the footage from Jeju Island would suggest otherwise. Of course, we all know that you are meticulous in your record keeping and would hate to suggest that there was a mix-up on the numbers, but we must face the facts. Did you see or feel anything that day at the evaluation that would suggest that he was not showing us his full power?” So that was it. Chairman Go was worried to ask you about the archieves; after all, he, more than anyone else, knew how hard you worked on them. When you started here everything was a mess, so unorganised. You had spent countless hours of overtime and even slept in your office on occasion - keeping a change of clothes in your office and using the showers attached to the training gym to remain presentable - to be able to re-organise everything on top of your normal workload. That was how you had risen through the ranks so quickly and how the System had found you.

You glanced down at your lap, stifling a chuckle. You made an S-Rank Hunter nervous! Tilting your head back up, you met Chairman Go's eyes, formulating a response.

“Uh, no, I can’t say I felt anything.” Not the lie that would usually be when you thought about it, considering you don’t feel anything when it comes to Hunter Sung. The higher-ups in the Association know that you have a higher than normal perceptive ability, but they are not aware of the extent, and you would like to keep it that way.

“Right, well, in that case, I think it pertinent that we learn as much as we can about this young man. His power is beyond anything I have ever seen, and he seems to keep getting stronger or at least revealing more and more of his strength” The chairman looked deep in thought for a moment before continuing. “I think this is a job for you, Ms L/N” Um, what?! Your mind screamed whilst you tried to keep your face impassive. “We need you to get close enough to Sung Jinwoo to get him to trust you and reveal the extent of his power. Ordinarily, a security operative would have this task, but Mr Sung would be able to spot them a mile off and become suspicious of their motives. Whereas you, my dear, are a lot less suspicious looking.” A cough came from the corner of the room, Chairman Go smiled “No offence, Jinchul.”

“None taken”, although some definitely was.

“So what do you say, Ms L/N?” You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out. Chairman Go just continued to smile encouragingly.

“Uhh, I mean, that's not exactly in my job description,” you hedged, buying yourself time to come up with a better excuse to stay away from Jinwoo. You really didn’t want to encourage him to ask questions about that time by the Gate.

“I understand completely,” you nearly sighed with relief, but then he continued, “consider you job description changed.” he looked so pleased with himself, but you just glared at him, “Of course, you’ll be compensated for this change in you duties.” This was so NOT what you needed right now, but you didn’t know what you could say to make the chairman change his mind on this.

“Okay, fine” you sighed. You would have to just find a way to uncover Jinwoos power without interacting with him too much.

“Excellent!” The chairman leaned back in his chair and clapped his hands together once, “I’ll get your pass updated so you can enter the training grounds whenever needed, and I’ll make sure that there is someone around to cover the new hunter evaluations so you can concentrate all your energy on this assignment. If you need anything, just ask, and I’ll get it done.” his gaze was so intense as he said that last bit that you were a bit worried about what you had just agreed to.

In a slight daze, you nodded, got up out the chair and made your way to the door. Just before opening it, you turned and clarified,

“Am I reporting my findings straight to you?”

“Yes, probably for the best. We don’t need more people than absolutely necessary knowing that we have no idea what Hunter Sung is capable of.” This was serious, you could not fuck this up. You nodded and left.

Out in the hallway, whilst waiting for the elevator, you shook yourself. You could do this. You could figure this out without revealing anything about yourself. Most people would see this assignment as a blessing. Being able to get close to South Korea's hottest up-and-coming Hunter AND be paid for it - who wouldn’t want that? Not to mention the cherry on the top for someone like you. You don’t know almost exactly what he's thinking and feeling all the time! Instead, you would be sitting there questioning why you can’t feel anything from him the whole time and would never be able to relax. As it was, you spent way too long thinking about Sung Jinwoo, you didn’t need more reasons!

The elevator doors slide open revealing Baek Yoonho, you smiled politely and gestured for him to leave before you got on. After all the chairmans office was on the top floor so he must have been coming here to see him.

“No, I, uh, just took one going up rather than down” he offered an awkward smile whilst rubbing the back of his neck. You breathed out a laugh, shaking your head before entering the small space and pressing the button for the basement where your own office was. “So, you just come from a meeting with the big man?” you nodded in response. “You’re not going to tell me what it was about, are you?” You shook your head no, Yoonho chuckled, “You're in a talkative mood today.” When you finally turned to face him, he caught sight of the worried look on your face. “Wait, are you okay? What did Go say to you?” His eyes started to glow golden, and you felt the air begin to vibrate as Yoonho tried to hold back his anger. In a panic, you reach out your hand, placing it on his bicep.

“Woah there, big guy, it's nothing, honestly. I’ve just got a lot on my mind.” Your words and the reassuring smile on your lips seemed to calm him enough to keep his beast from showing. You did not need the distructive power Yoonho was capable of to be unleashed in such a small space.

“If you're sure?” His hand reached to cover yours where it rested on his arm

“I am; everything is fine.”

“In which case, let me help you take your mind off everything. Let me take you out.”

Not this again. You thought. When will he get the hint?

Since he offered you that lift 6 months ago, he's been pretty relentless in trying to get you alone. It has all been pretty innocent…at least it would seem that way to most people, but you knew better. You could feel what he felt towards you, and it was anything but innocent. You were just about to reject him again when a thought suddenly occurred to you. He was at Jeju with Jinwoo. He would know what happened during the media blackouts! Maybe you didn’t need to get Jinwoo to trust you, maybe you could get Yoonho and the other hunters to spill!

“Um, sure” Whilst you weren’t 100% convinced of a plan you came up with 10 seconds ago, you agreed to go on the “date”, but maybe you could make it as least date-like as possible.”But it will have to be lunch, and I’m busy for the next couple of days soo…” You trailed off, but Yoonho has a massive grin on his face.

“Yeah, of course, no worries, whenever you can do. I'm just glad you finally agreed!” 

Oh god, what had you done? Agreeing to two things you didn’t want to do in the same day! Whats wrong with you!

By the time the elevator reached the lobby, Yoonho stop, you had both agreed to meet in a few days' time at a cafe down the street. As Yoonho made his way across the reception area and out onto the street, he seemed to have a bit more of a spring in his step than he had before. You shook your head as the door slid back closed and the elevator continued down into the basement where the archives were kept.

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Terms & Conditions Apply | Sylus

Prologue I Chapter 1

Summary: What begins as a financial lifeline quickly transforms into an emotional labyrinth once you agree to become both the surrogate and ova donor for the Qin family. With an entire year remaining under their roof, you begin to unravel the hidden truths behind their seemingly perfect façade. Worse still, you find yourself confronted with things that were never outlined in the terms and conditions.

Warning(s): Subject to change as we progress further into the story. For this chapter: none.

Word count: 851

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Notes: Another Sylus series cause I couldn't hold it in till August, which was when I was actually meant to release this. This series can be considered an alternate universe because Sylus has no powers in this, and he and MC are married. But there's no change in the characters or places. Anyway, I've written 2-3 one-shots and I might've nearly gone bald because of it, but hey, at least I didn't fully drown in the void named writer's block. Enough about me, hopefully you enjoy this and decide to tune in for the series. It'll return on June 17 again since I'm avoiding writing series for now. My asks are open if you wish to know more about this. Lmk if you wish to be added to the tag list for this ♥

You’re pulled from your thoughts by the gentle voice of the woman before you, her words barely audible beneath the weight of the moment. “Do you agree?” she asks, her smile wide as she leans forward slightly, eyes gleaming with anticipation.

You glance back down at the document in your hands, the words swim in and out of focus as you read through it once again: “You, [Name], agree to donate your ova and act as the surrogate mother for the couple seated before you.” The conditions are clear and direct as you run your eyes over the rest of it. For one year, you will live with the couple, under their roof, in a world that is so far removed from your own. Your needs will be met, and your comfort and safety assured. At the end of the term, you will leave with an amount of 100 million as compensation. The child will remain with them. No strings attached.

A non-disclosure agreement sits ominously at the bottom, promising that not a word will be spoken of this agreement once you sign.

It’s absurd. You, a regular civilian, struggling to make ends meet in your nine-to-five grind, suddenly being handed an offer that could change your life overnight. A hundred million just for... donating a few eggs and carrying a child for a wealthy couple?

You’ve seen the movies. You know this isn’t as simple as it sounds. But you’re also not stupid. You’re not going to let your bank account look like it’s been hit by a tornado for the next decade just because of some minor inconveniences like... the inevitable emotional attachment you might develop to the baby or the fact that you’re signing away the next year of your life to a couple you barely know and met through a website.

But hey, 100 million. One hundred million. Your bank account would practically sing opera with that much cash.

You look up at the couple again, a momentary distraction from the formalities of the contract. The woman — Mikayla Clarke Qin, as the document states — has a radiant smile plastered on her face. Her hands are clasped together in front of her, the look of someone who has long awaited this moment. She radiates an energy, a warmth that might’ve made the situation seem less daunting if it weren’t for her companion beside her.

Her husband, Sylus, is seated next to her, his posture relaxed, but his presence commanding. One leg draped over the other, his sanguine eyes meet yours. He regards you with an intensity that unsettles you — a quiet observer who sees far more than what’s on the surface.

Mikayla, on the other hand, seems almost too eager. She leans forward again, her voice soft but insistent. “It’ll be a smooth process, I promise you. You’ll have everything you need, and I’ll personally make sure this is as easy for you as possible.” Her words sound kind, genuine even.

You exhale, deeply, before letting the cool weight of the fountain pen settle into your fingers. The decision is made in your mind now, even if your heart beats a little faster with the anxiety of what you’re about to do. This could change everything. You turn the pen and, with a steady hand, sign the document.

Before you know it, she pulls you into a hug, muttering words of gratitude to you. It’s tight, warm, maybe a bit too intimate for the occasion. You return the hug, albeit with less enthusiasm, your body stiff as a board.

And then, of course, Sylus stands up.

The man is, to put it bluntly, towering. His frame alone would make most people instinctively take a step back, but it’s his presence that truly fills the room. He extends his hand, and you, ever the awkward one in these moments, offer yours in return. His gaze doesn’t leave you, not even for a moment, and you feel as though his eyes are searching, pulling something from within you. The warmth you felt from Mikayla now seems distant, as if her husband’s presence has cast a shadow over the room. You clumsily shake his hand, trying to hide the way your palm’s suddenly sweaty.

“Pleasure to meet you,” he says, his voice smooth, low, and just... cold. It doesn’t match the warmth of his wife at all. It’s like he’s a different species entirely. You're starting to believe that opposites really do attract.

MC’s voice cuts through the silence again, oblivious to the strange undercurrent swirling between you and her husband. “We’ll see you tomorrow at the hospital and begin the procedure. Just some medical and psychological evaluations in the first stage. Nothing too strenuous,” she assures, her voice cheerful.

You grab your things quickly and head for the door after bidding the couple goodbye, your heart still hammering in your chest. The silence behind you feels deafening. And as you step out into the cool evening air, a single thought pulses in your mind, growing louder with every step:

What have you gotten yourself into?

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the op of that "you should restart your computer every few days" post blocked me so i'm going to perform the full hater move of writing my own post to explain why he's wrong

why should you listen to me: took operating system design and a "how to go from transistors to a pipelined CPU" class in college, i have several servers (one physical, four virtual) that i maintain, i use nixos which is the linux distribution for people who are even bigger fucking nerds about computers than the typical linux user. i also ran this past the other people i know that are similarly tech competent and they also agreed OP is wrong (haven't run this post by them but nothing i say here is controversial).

anyway the tl;dr here is:

you don't need to shut down or restart your computer unless something is wrong or you need to install updates

i think this misconception that restarting is necessary comes from the fact that restarting often fixes problems, and so people think that the problems are because of the not restarting. this is, generally, not true. in most cases there's some specific program (or part of the operating system) that's gotten into a bad state, and restarting that one program would fix it. but restarting is easier since you don't have to identify specifically what's gone wrong. the most common problem i can think of that wouldn't fall under this category is your graphics card drivers fucking up; that's not something you can easily reinitialize without restarting the entire OS.

this isn't saying that restarting is a bad step; if you don't want to bother trying to figure out the problem, it's not a bad first go. personally, if something goes wrong i like to try to solve it without a restart, but i also know way, way more about computers than most people.

as more evidence to point to this, i would point out that servers are typically not restarted unless there's a specific need. this is not because they run special operating systems or have special parts; people can and do run servers using commodity consumer hardware, and while linux is much more common in the server world, it doesn't have any special features to make it more capable of long operation. my server with the longest uptime is 9 months, and i'd have one with even more uptime than that if i hadn't fucked it up so bad two months ago i had to restore from a full disk backup. the laptop i'm typing this on has about a month of uptime (including time spent in sleep mode). i've had servers with uptimes measuring in years.

there's also a lot of people that think that the parts being at an elevated temperature just from running is harmful. this is also, in general, not true. i'd be worried about running it at 100% full blast CPU/GPU for months on end, but nobody reading this post is doing that.

the other reason i see a lot is energy use. the typical energy use of a computer not doing anything is like... 20-30 watts. this is about two or three lightbulbs worth. that's not nothing, but it's not a lot to be concerned over. in terms of monetary cost, that's maybe $10 on your power bill. if it's in sleep mode it's even less, and if it's in full-blown hibernation mode it's literally zero.

there are also people in the replies to that post giving reasons. all of them are false.

temporary files generally don't use enough disk space to be worth worrying about

programs that leak memory return it all to the OS when they're closed, so it's enough to just close the program itself. and the OS generally doesn't leak memory.

'clearing your RAM' is not a thing you need to do. neither is resetting your registry values.

your computer can absolutely use disk space from deleted files without a restart. i've taken a server that was almost completely full, deleted a bunch of unnecessary files, and it continued fine without a restart.

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My health is on the decline so have some more Ratio headcanons to make me feel better

He makes a detailed list when grocery shopping and he sticks to it pretty strictly, only deviating from it on very rare occasions

I kind of hate the headcanon that he has a boatload of ducks, mostly because it reminds me of the phenomenon that fandoms will dumb characters down to liking one thing bc it was mentioned/shown once

^ that being said, I do think he would have a couple, most were given to him as gag gifts but

Freakishly fast walker, he's got places to be

A mild case of RBF, he furrows his brows a lot and it makes him look like he's scowling

I don't think he needs glasses to see normally, but I think he'd wear reading glasses like the ones in his BP icon since he reads so often and doesn't want it straining his eyes

I think he'd go out of his way to avoid scheduling classes, lectures, tutoring, etc really early in the day. He needs a few hours minimum to enjoy some peace and quiet at the beginning and end of the day.

Based on his character introduction, I think he does suffer from some kind of chronic insomnia, he mostly struggles with getting to sleep since he finds it hard to turn his mind off

Night time is also when his stress levels increase, mostly since when he's lying down with so much less stimulus/things to think of he starts to wonder if he accomplished enough/anything that day or if it was wasted

I've seen people talk about him not caring about his own gender, and I 100% agree with that

He presents masc but he really doesn't care, he also doesn't think about it much because he's got other more important stuff to do

I think he'd be a gamer god at Minesweeper, definitely not projecting

He actually genuinely enjoys socializing, even with idiots at times, in cases where he has to stay home because he's sick or whatever he's genuinely miserable about it

Sort of based on my post about his eyes but I think he'd have pretty good vision in the dark, like not 100% clear vision but better than an average person

^ Doesn't turn on the lights of his house if it's nighttime and he's not doing anything important, if he needs a midnight glass of water he's just walking around in the pitch black

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Ooo can I please request a soft dark!Lloyd Hansen x innocent/shy!fem!reader where she was Carmichael’s assistant and while she’s good at her job, she doesn’t know about the shady criminal/corrupt things that her boss is into, that is, until she walks in on him putting a hit on Six (because he had found out about the drive) and that Carmichael had ordered hits on people before and all that (she wasn’t supposed to know this stuff, she was only supposed to know about the legal CIA operations he was running). She runs out of his office and makes it to her car and goes back to her apartment in a panic, and emails him her resignation (because she doesn’t want to be involved in his crimes and she’s also terrified because he could very well send someone after her like he did others). He ends up calling Lloyd back (who already had sent his men after Claire and Fitz like Carmichael hired him to) and asks him to also “shut” his assistant up (I.e. kill her), and Lloyd takes Y/n from her apartment and brings her to the basement under his mansion (where he was first introduced in the movie). Before he met her, he was fully ready to go through with what Carmichael asked (poor Y/n is promising she won’t tell anyone and would be crying), but he just thinks she’s the most adorable person to every walk this Earth, and he honestly doesn’t want to hurt her at all, he tells her “how about instead of me doing what your boss paid me to do (in order to keep her quiet), you promise to stay here and be mine forever?” And while she’s still terrified, she agrees . Lloyd would definitely see her eyeing (out of fear) the supplies he uses to get information out of people, and he’d just coo at her and promise he’d never hurt her, and he unties her and brings her upstairs to the main floor of his mansion (she’d be shook just at house fancy it all is). Suzanne would probably be shocked to see Y/n alive and well because of what Carmichael ordered but Lloyd makes it clear he doesn’t take orders lol but also assures that he’ll make sure Y/n doesn’t tell anyone. Over the next 3 months (I read that’s how long the manhunt for Six was) she gets more and more attached to Lloyd, and Lloyd gets more and more protective of her. She’s a lot of times by his side while he’s working, he definitely pulls her onto his lap a lot (sometimes of course she’s in their shared room or she’d be doing something fun on the property, you know Lloyd is a very wealthy man who probably has a movie room, huge swimming pool, hot tub, a private chef, etc). She is 100% spoiled by Lloyd (she’s living a life of luxury) and he makes her feel safe. So when Six comes to save Claire & Fitz and he tries to save Y/n too, but she refuses to leave and instead runs to find Lloyd, practically throwing herself into his arms (he’d be so relieved because he definitely thought she’d try to run off amidst the chaos). He’d probably would let Six get away because the most important person is in his arms 🥹

Change of Plans » Lloyd Hansen

Pairings: Soft Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Innocent/Shy!Female Reader

Summary: Carmichael calls Lloyd to “shut you up”, but he has a change of plans and makes you promise not to say a word and has you to stay with him.

Warnings: Soft Dark, Angst, Fluff, language, kidnapping, violence, blood, crying, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the request @kpopgirlbtssvt 🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

You’ve been Carmichael’s assistant for a few years and for as long as you knew him, he’s always been secretive. He’s more secretive when you’re in the room. You’ve never questioned it though.

You walked in Carmichael’s office with the paperwork he asked for a few minutes ago. He was on the phone with someone. He was facing the other way as he was talking on the phone. You quietly walked over to his desk and put the papers down on it. That’s when you heard something you probably shouldn’t have heard. You heard him say something about putting a hit out on someone named Six. Your eyes went wide. You know what that means.

You quickly and quietly walked out of his office and grabbed your stuff from your desk. You immediately went out to your car and went home. As soon as you got home, you locked the door to your apartment and sat down on the couch. You got your laptop out of your bag and emailed Carmichael your resignation. After you sent the email, you tried your best to relax.

Carmichael opened the email from you and read your resignation. He sighs and calls Lloyd yet again.

“I told you I’d get the job done.” Lloyd says as soon as he answers his phone.

“I have another job for you.” Carmichael said. “My assistant just quit, because she heard me on the phone with you about putting a hit on Six. I’m not sure how much she heard, but I need you to shut her up, if you know what I mean.” He tells him.

“Will do.” Lloyd says.

Carmichael got off the phone with Lloyd and texted him your address. Lloyd looked at your address before making his way to your apartment.

Meanwhile, you were still trying to process the fact that your now former boss puts hits out on people. You didn’t know he did stuff like that. You only knew about the CIA work he does. Your mind was so all over the place that you didn’t even hear Lloyd picking the lock to get inside of your apartment. You started freaking out when a hand was put over your mouth. You tried to fight back, but then you grew weak and passed out.

A while later, you woke up and tied to a chair in Lloyd’s basement. It was dimly lit. You looked around the basement, trying to gather your surroundings. Your eyes fell upon a table with different kinds of weapons. Your eyes went wide and your heart began to pound in your chest. Your breathing became uneven as well.

“N-No!” You whispered to yourself.

You yanked at the rope, trying to get free, but it was no use. The rope was tied too tight. You whined in frustration and your eyes filled with tears.

“Morning, sunshine.” Lloyd says as he walks toward you.

You looked up at him, not daring to say a word.

“You’re Y/N, right? You used to be Carmichael’s assistant?” He asks.

You nodded your head yes.

“He told me the reason why you quit is because you didn’t like him putting out hits on people, specifically Six.” He says, walking around you.

Your eyes went wide. Carmichael must’ve sensed you were in his office when he was on the phone with Lloyd when he was putting a hit out on Six.

“I-I didn’t hear anything! I-I swear!” You say.

That’s a lie. You did hear Carmichael put a hit on Six. You just wanted to get out of there. That’s why you lied.

li wish I could believe you, cupcake.” He walked over to the table full of weapons. “When you hear information like that, you don’t just get away scot free.” He says, looking at the assortment of weapons.

“Pl-Please, sir! I’ll do anything! I promise I won’t tell anyone what I hear Carmichael said!” You pleaded.

Lloyd stopped looking at the weapons and turned around to look at you. He walked closer to you and leaned down in front of you. He could see the fear in your eyes. He got to thinking. You’re just an innocent woman who walked in Carmichael’s office at the wrong time. That’s when an idea popped into his head. He grins and stands upright.

“Here’s how this is going to work, pumpkin.” Lloyd begins. “I won’t go through with what Carmichael told me to do, which is to “shut you up” for what you heard. Instead, I’ll untie you, but you have to promise to keep your mouth shut. Can you do that?” He asks.

“Yes!” You say too fast.

“One more thing, you’re staying here.” He adds.

Your eyes went wide again. The way he said that made you think that he was going to keep you locked in his basement and never leave.

“I know what you’re thinking. No, I’m not going to keep you locked in my basement. Let me rephrase that. How about instead of me doing what your boss paid me to do, you promise to stay here and be mine forever?” He corrects himself.

You would question why, but you didn’t want him to use any of those weapons on you.

“Ok.” You finally said. “I’ll live here forever if it means you’ll untie me.” You say.

“Good girl.” He grins.

Lloyd untied you from the chair.

“Follow me.” He says.

You followed him upstairs to the main floor of his mansion. You followed him upstairs. You admired the mansion’s beauty.

“Here’s your bedroom.” Lloyd says, opening the door to one of the spare bedrooms.

You walked in the bedroom. It looked like a master bedroom. There was a bed, a walk in closet, and a bathroom in there.

“You’re welcome to anything in the kitchen, even though you’ll have a private chef and you’re welcome to use the movie room and to swim in the pool if you want.” He said. “Oh and don’t even think about trying to escape.” He says.

You nodded. You expected Lloyd to lock you in the bedroom at first, but he didn’t. You slowly realized that you could get used to this as you looked around the bedroom.

———

You’ve been living with Lloyd for 3 months now. You do have to admit that his mansion is a definite upgrade from your apartment. You and Lloyd have gotten to know each other. He also spoils you. He trusts you enough to go on a shopping spree with his credit card and not run away. You trust him as well.

One day, you were walking around the grounds of Lloyd’s property, noticing that he has a different assortment of plants throughout his yard. It’s more of flowers and small bushes, but they’re pretty. You decided that you wanted to plant some flowers. You went back inside the mansion and went to the main room where Lloyd is working with some of his employees. Suzanne was there too. She was surprised to see you alive and well. She’s curious to know why Lloyd didn’t go through with the hit on you.

“Lloyd?” You say shyly, not wanting to both him or anyone else in the room.

“What’s up, pumpkin?” Lloyd asks with a smile.

“I was wondering if I can plan flowers somewhere on the property.” You say.

“You don’t have to ask, sweetheart. You can do anything you want. In fact, take my credit card and buy what you want and need.” He says, giving you his credit card.

“Thank you.” You smiled, kissing his cheek.

“You’re welcome, cupcake.” He smiles back.

Lloyd watches as you left the room before going back to work.

“Uhh, Lloyd?” Suzanne says.

“What?” Lloyd asks.

“Why’s Y/N here?” She asks.

“She lives here now.” He says.

“I see that. What I mean is, why didn’t you do what Carmichael told you to do 3 months ago?” She asks.

“Why would I kill someone who didn’t mean to hear something she wasn’t supposed to hear? I’m not that cruel.” He says.

“She heard Carmichael putting a hit on Six.” She says.

“She didn’t intentionally listen to the phone call.” He says.

“Intentional or not, she still heard it.” She says.

Lloyd walks closer to Suzanne, narrowing his eyes at her.

“If you do anything to Y/N, you’ll regret it.” Lloyd says in a threatening tone.

Lloyd walked away from Suzanne, making her scoff.

When you got back from the gardening store, you chose a part of the yard to plant your flowers and got to work. You were so focused on planting the flowers that you didn’t hear Lloyd walking towards you.

“How’s it going out here, sunshine?” Lloyd asks.

“Good. I’m almost done.” You say.

Lloyd watched you finish planting your flowers, which he found cute. When you finished, you threw away your trash and cleaned yourself up.

“I can wait to see them bloom.” You say, looking out the window.

“Me too.” Lloyd says.

He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. You leaned back against his body. You smiled to yourself. You love it here and you wouldn’t change it for the world.

———

One day, it felt like all hell broke loose. At least that’s what Lloyd thinks. Six came to the mansion to rescue Claire and Fitz, but more happened. Lloyd told you to go to your bedroom and lock the door and stay there.

You weren’t sure how long you were in your bedroom with the door locked. You got lost in the book you were reading. You were startled when someone knocked on the door. You assumed it was Lloyd so you put your book down and opened the door. It wasn’t Lloyd. It was Six. Your eyes went wide. He had cuts and blood on him. That was enough to tell you that he got into a fight with Lloyd.

“Are you ok, ma’am? Did Lloyd hurt you in any way?” Six asks softly.

“I’m fine. Lloyd would never hurt me.” You say quietly.

“You can tell me. You’ll be safe with me.” He says.

“I don’t want to leave if that’s what you’re saying.” You say.

“I’m trying to help you.” He says.

“I know. I’m politely declining your offer.” You say.

“Suit yourself.” He says before leaving.

You immediately ran out of the mansion to find Lloyd. You ran all over the place, looking for him. You found him in the fountain. You got in it to check on him. You didn’t care that your clothes and shoes got wet. You were more concerned about Lloyd.

“Lloyd?” You gently tapped his cheek. “Lloyd!” You say a bit louder.

Lloyd’s eyes fluttered opened. He groans in pain and looks at you. You felt relieved to know that he’s alive.

“Oh, thank god!” You cried.

You hugged him tightly, not wanting to let him go. Lloyd smiles to himself, loving how caring you are.

“Six tried to get me to go with him, but I told him I didn’t want to. I want to stay with you.” You say, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“It’s ok, sunshine.” Lloyd says softly.

Lloyd sat up with your help. Out of nowhere, you kissed him passionately. He was caught by surprise, but kissed you back.

“I love you!” You blurted out.

“I love you too, cupcake.” Lloyd smiles.

You checked out Lloyd’s injuries and then helped him out of the fountain.

“You need to go to a hospital.” You say.

“I’m fine, sweetheart.” Lloyd says softly.

“You’re injured. You need to get patched up.” You say.

Lloyd knew better than to argue with you. So he gave in and agreed to get patched up at a hospital. You stayed with him the whole time.

“We should go on a vacation.” Lloyd suggests.

“To where?” You asked.

“Anywhere you want.” He says.

“Somewhere tropical would be nice, but you need to heal first.” You say, pecking his lips softly.

“Good point.” He says with a smile.

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Jade Shadows Thoughts

(NOTICE: I have edited this post after a few days and many lovely replies and tags giving me more insight and opinions, overall my view of this quest has gotten a lot more positive, thank you all <3) okaaayyyy I am utterly rattled rn lmao also made the mistake of looking at tumblr after doing the quest and as expected it seems to be a 50/50 of hating or loving it. so here are my personal thoughts, I am a little scared but talk seems to be civil thankfully. I can definitely agree on the sentiment that this quest needed more time, cause let's be honest the people hating this quest wouldn't be jumping to the things they're jumping to if Jade herself got more screen-time before the big drop, warframe's style has always been vague and never 100% straight-forward and I think that unfortunately hurt it a bit this time, as what they didn't show came off wrong to many people and while I sorta see why I disagree on some parts. I also feel like the quest kinda got a bit *too* hyped both by DE and the fanbase's theories, way too short, it deserved and needed to be a bit longer for it's special narrative. Jade kinda got a weird spot, both being the main focus alongside Stalker but also hardly explored. But let's be honest, most of the negativity is caused by this outside-circumstance alone. Now, what I absolutely disagree with is people insisting that DE was trying to say "bodily autonomy bad" or that Stalker didn't care about her and only the child, thing is I thought it was pretty fucking clear that she *wanted* the child in what little was shown and she was going to die no matter the outcome (thanks to the orokin to absolutely no one's surprise) and Stalker in his guilt for all she's done for him wanted to make sure that he at least kept this one promise to Her, cause She wanted it. she still had bodily autonomy in the fact She wanted this, she wanted the child no matter what. and she wanted stalker to protect her and the kid. And he did, like a true loving partner. DE has a long track record of being very autonomy-positive. A point they make time and time again is that ripping it away is *bad* and horrifying, the quest is a bittersweet tragedy, not a horror. Honestly there would be 0 issue if DE had given us a Jade-only quest before this one, I personally would've preferred it as well, she's cool as hell she deserves it. who knows maybe DE will see all of this and make prequel quests? we can only hope. I do not want to assume the worst of anyone or anything cause that's a miserable existence. Look I personally enjoyed the quest and get the feeling whoever wrote it did it out of some personal experience or sorrow, that's at least the vibe I got. It's a tragedy, but her choice was seen till the end, many women choose to still have a child despite knowing they won't make it, many also don't, that's why choice is important. and she did, she chose her child that she was having while likely forcibly infested and turned into a warframe. (also remember there are women on the team who likely looked at this.) there are some other iffy parts of the quest, (really should've been the drifter instead of the operator if they were gonna do that, but that's personal discomfort.) but overall I enjoyed it and open to explore the implications of a born-warframe-child and Stalker healing as they both grow together. These are my thoughts, and I can understand why people like or dislike this quest, but I think it's fine and just ended up in a very unfortunate spot due to outside circumstances beyond it's control. (sorry if any of this comes off as aggressive it is not my intention despite how riled I am by some folk online, I disagree with you but I do not hate you, I don't even know you.)

Her choice, His promise, Their light.

Thank you for reading my first ever text post about something I care about, not sure I'll be doing this again any time soon out of anxiety lol (Edit: and thanks to everyone responding to this post wonderfully, ya'll are great and have lessened my anxiety and have made me appreciate this quest more <3)

[shorthaltsjester]

sorry it so truly laughable to me to look at campaign 3 and determine the success of the stories therein based on screentime like. disregarding the fact that i personally take c3 to be the least valuable in terms of stories told, particularly ones about romantic love, for the moment: on principle it’s goofy as hell to think that a large amount of hours = a story that has something to say let alone something meaningful to say. like, yasha and beau, for example, have a fairly small amount of hours due to the fact that a) ashley missed half the campaign b) they were also generally slowburn, and while that influences the depth of certain aspects of the story, the time spent with yasha and beau has little to do with how meaningful their story is. it wouldn’t matter if they had 10 hours of screen time or 100 if what is in question is the story told; yasha’s story as someone chained by grief choosing to move on & beau’s story as someone angry after a life of being treated like shit finally getting justice for the wrongs done to her which both conclude in their campaign’s finales aren’t successful because I can launch some meaningless number of how many hours it took them to take build those stories together into the ether and say “they did this for women’s rights” just because two women existed beside one another. both yasha and beau resonate as stories that have a significant feminist read because they both deal with fantasy versions of things extremely relevant to women in a way that maintains their agency without shirking their responsibility, and they are particularly strong stories about queerness not simply because they’re two women who fuck but because they deal with emotional themes relevant to queer experiences — anger and grief — and how, while the reasons for those emotions are grounded ones, they both choose to grow beyond the boundaries they allowed those emotions to enforce in their lives.

further, the notion of screentime for a show that takes care to show all of the players on screen at a time in a medium where the player/character distinction isn’t always clear is such a subjective calculation and on top of being a stupid justification for ‘success’ or ‘value’ of a story, is also easy to manipulate to your favour.

it’s just, the screentime for im*dna’s relevance and success doesn’t ring true to me just because it’s a bad reason. but further it just isn’t persuasive. i don’t care if i see someone for 1000 hours or 1, if a story resonates it will do so with any amount of time. whatever amount of screentime they’re calculated to have does nothing to repair or hide the fact that their story as a couple says very little of value in the text, without whatever fanfic extrapolation has taken place (and to be clear, this isn’t to say fanfic can’t be valuable, it’s to say that the character explorations you do in fic or in meta for that matter doesn’t mean that analysis or elaboration is canon). like. halfway through the campaign, before they got together, imogen told laudna “our weirdness is what makes us right” and laudna agreed verbally but now 1 billion hours of screentime later or whatever, laudna has still failed to integrate that belief into her, which is made obvious in a scene after the divine intervention that ties laudna’s life to imogen’s when imogen tells laudna she’s grateful she got to hear the music of laudna’s thoughts, and laudna’s response is “it was probably a bit of the insanity, honestly”, something which on paper might read like a joke but in the moment is played like a (maintained from hours upon hours previous) dismissal of what imogen is saying she values about laudna, evident in the way laura/imogen deflates when she says “well, it was pretty…”. and simply because it’s been a trillion hours of screentime that’s supposed to be representative of a relationship in which the characters help each other to grow.

(addendum to say that stories that are about stagnancy can be just as valuable as stories about growth, but textually and by the sections of fandom im critiquing here, imogen and Especially laudna are treated as a relationship that grows)

truly, if anything, counting up as many hours as possible to dictate the success of imogen and laudna’s story actually ends up working against the story. because i’d probably be more forgiving of the stagnancy if it was a shorter story, but knowing that they had so many hours and still failed to deliver a story with actions and behaviour that matched the claims the characters would make and the tropes/themes that would get applied to them, that makes it worse.

[anhonestliar]

just went through the etoile tags, cause even thought i'm still completely devastated by its cancelation, i feel like i'm going to forever be attached to it. i was already a fan of few of the cast members, and all of that. so i wanted to go down the memory lane of this short but really fun few months (i was actively campaning for it -outside of tumblr, i'm a silent user here- since march 6 when the first looks came out, but i've been looking for it since 2023!!) and god. i want to point out two things.

PEOPLE SHOULD WANT BETTER FOR GENEVIEVE! she's been through it, guys. and her character didn't even scratch the surface, she had a whole fucking healing path ahead of her, regardless of men. i feel like others have a difficult time with love and affection, all of that, but not her, it was much more about her selfsteem. she couldn't even stand herself to not wear heels, which she clearly hates, imagine the rest? for an example, i completely agree she wasn't trying to be nasty with cheyenne, she was simply on her limit and she for once stood up, but unfortunately cheyenne was the wrong outlet, as i don't think nothing that happened was her fault, she was just as well dealing with consequences of a whole situation splashing at her, and in her case beyond her control, bc the swap wasn't her choice. but that's good, its not perfect nor linear, it has layers and nuance and we should always want more of that!! (i also wanted to see more of them together so bad, those two are powerhouses) so like, who gives a fuck about what she had with jack? she has so much unresolved things and i don't think its beneficial to be around him like that, nor do i think she has to pat his back outside their friendship. he is a person who needed to identify what a friend is and stick to that, bc with him is either a transaction or a marriage proposal. and i could go ooooonnnn and oooonnn about how he uses her to his own benefit while playing the sad boy, meanwhile she actually tries to help while seeing things for what they are, but at this given point, i think its useless. (and no, i do not hate jack. but people here don't really seem to gaf about him, so i'll just stick to that but i do have i lot to say about him too, just not in a sense of contradicting anyone.)

PAY ATTENTION TO THE SHIT YOU WATCH, PLEASE. Althought the number of completely misguided people who seemed to be watching a completely different show here was INFINETELY smaller than other places, I saw a few completely blindsided people with absurdly obvious things. and i am NOT talking about not liking how something happened, nothing in my words reflect on that. the thing is WHAT HAPPENED TO WATCHING WITHOUT A PHONE IN UR HAND AND ABSORBING THE DIALOG AND NARRATIVE PRESENTED IN FRONT OF YOU? seriously, as a lifelong tv fan this is a modern issue that derrails me from my reasoning. there wre so many things pinpointed during the season so we could form the full picture of a puzzle in the end, but somehow i heard (and read a thr review saying it too lol) about how the finale completely differs from the rest of the show. what?

then i have to see completely lame and lazy shows being praised, while a show with a clear path ahead like this is left behind bc of people who refuse to read subtitles and then thrown in the trash bc their plataform dont think is worth it or profitable whatever the fuck that means meanwhile the worst piece of YA you'll ever see is showered with promo. not every show needs to be 100% approval ratting with 18 emmys on the first season, or an instant hit on a video plataform. we need to meet in the middle, the nuance is what keeps the arts going. it was what made good television decades ago.

like, don't get me wrong. it's not a perfect show. but the issues were completely fixable, and none of them were the story, nor the characters. so many lifelong master pieces have a rough first season but were salvaged by their concept and figures, and i strongly believe it was the case here.

i'm repeating myself a little in this second half, but what i mean is, give things a real chance. if you want to just have something as background noise, put on a reality show, a youtube video or a music video. (don't cuss me, i know i'm not your parent to demand anything, but believe this old gal, its just a tip for a better enjoyment) if you're consuming a piece, good or bad, the least you can do is give your attention and absorb it because otherwise, is a waste of your time, and now, more than ever, let me be cliche once more, time is our most valuable thing.

[ultrakill-confessions]

i'm really tired of people acting like trans man gabriel is canon. hakita has been very clear in his act ii dev stream that angels (including gabriel!) do not have defined gender, and that he/him pronouns are a matter of status (he/him pronouns being the pronouns that God uses for himself), not gender identity. ultrakill's system of pronouns has to do less with man vs. woman vs. other, and more to do with exalted vs. non-exalted.

do i think gabriel could be read as a trans man? yes, absolutely. i do actually personally interpret him as transmasc. is interpreting him as anything else erasure? no, and hakita would agree, because again, gabriel is canonically genderless. please stop acting like your personal headcanon is canon specifically for the sake of accusing other fans of erasure. i guarantee you that the vast majority of the fandom still agrees with you about gabriel being a man, your headcanon is not being threatened.

side note, also, just because i feel like people could use the reminder: even for humans, using he/him does not 100% mean you are a man. pronouns are a part of gender presentation, not the gender itself. i am a nonbinary individual that uses he/him. my gender is not "he/him". i know a butch cis woman that uses he/him in most circumstances. i have met she/her gay men. gender doesn't have rules.

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[trianglesimpfordpines]

the thing is. i'm not really interested in arguing over whether or not "billford is canon," because we know the story of bill & ford and interpreting it as romantic or not romantic doesn't change much at this point. whatever they had, whether or not you personally view it as romantic, was very intense, had a profound effect on both of them, and was horribly abusive on bill's part.

deep friendships can be abusive and cause lifelong trauma, just as much as romantic relationships. so i'm not gonna be out here being like "um, billford is canon, cry about it" because it's not my business how any given individual fan goes about interpreting the semantics of their relationship.

that said, though, it's become very clear that romantic feelings between bill and ford are a valid and canonically plausible interpretation. no, that's not the same as "100% explicitly canon," and no, it doesn't mean you have to ship it. but it does mean that continuing to behave as though people who do interpret it as romantic are doing something morally and/or intellectually wrong by having this interpretaion is unreasonable.

since bill was abusive to ford either way, why is it that interpreting ford's feelings for him pre-betrayal as having been romantic in nature is viewed by some people as being Uniquely Problematic? like being interested in the dynamic of their still extremely toxic friendship is normal, but the second you read anything besides friendship into it suddenly you're crossing some sort of line into Trivializing Abuse?

because...like. romantic relationships get ugly in real life. frequently, in fact. it's a very well-known, extensively-documented phenomenon. and, while "the use of romance-coded language to describe bill and ford's relationship in tbob is just a joke" is also a valid and plausible interpretation, why is that Less Uncomfortable than the idea that ford could have been in love with bill? if the goal is to avoid acknowledging the unfortunate idea that a person can hold positive and affectionate feelings for their abuser, then shouldn't viewing them as ex-close-friends be just as bad as viewing them as ex-lovers? after all, platonic or queerplatonic feelings are not "a step down" from romantic feelings. friendship isn't a "lower" tier of love, just a different type.

and most of all, why is agreeing with the romantic interpretation still treated as if it means you can't possibly be taking the story (or ford's abuse) seriously? because this is a common thread i see in a lot of fandoms, not just gravity falls. the idea that applying a romantic or formerly-romantic lens to the relationship between two characters, especially two male characters, can ONLY be done out of a "zomg hawt yaoi 😍" mentality. again, i am not saying you have to ship them or view this interpretation as "canon," but i kinda wish people would spend a bit of time thinking of why, whenever somebody else does ship it, their immediate conclusion is that that somebody else must be a "brainrotted fujoshi" who can't possibly understand how serious abuse is.

like, why is it that so many people think "shipping" is some kind of uniquely frivolous thing that is fundamentally incompatible with (a) actually understanding the story, (b) engaging with any serious and/or uncomfortable themes in a mature or respectful manner, and (c) knowing when a ship is not realistically healthy?

why is it that saying "ford held very deep feelings of platonic affection and admiration for bill, and viewed him as his closest or only friend" all fine and dandy, even though this interpretation does not change the fact that ford once felt very positively about his abuser, but saying "ford was in love with bill" nosedives straight into Gross Icky Weird Freak behavior?

finally, a lot of billford shippers are people who've had personal experiences with abuse. as are a lot of people who are triggered by billford content and don't want to see it. this isn't because the shippers are problematic abuse-fetishizing fujoshis, nor is it because the non-shippers are coping and seething and refusing to acknowledge canon. it is, in fact, because different people, even different people with similar experiences and similar traumas, are going to have different reactions to seeing things that hit close to home in a fictional story. neither party is necessarily "wrong," nor are they necessarily invalidating the other.

and again. just to be absolutely clear. i view all three interpretations (romantic billford, qpr billford, & platonic billford) as valid. the one i personally go with is that ford was in love with bill romantically, but i do not think this is the One True Canon Interpretation. this post is not arguing about the canonicity of billford as a ship.

[neohoestechnology]

I absolutely love your moodboards and headcanons! Could you do one for Draco? 🥰🫶🏻

Thank you so much!!💗💗

I'm SO sorry it took so long (mainly because I saw the request yesterday 🫠 my university is KILLING me sorry😭). This is LONG so bare with me + my English is rusty af so I apologize for any grammar mistake

☆ Draco Malfoy Headcanons & Moodboard ☆

Okay, so, a quick disclaimer here before we get started -----> now, I really believe that Draco is one the most tricky character to "get right" (speaking of his behavior and thoughts), so I just wanted to say that this is my personal interpretation and could be 100% different from yours so please be kind🥹

Oh boy, it took A LOT for you two to finally get together; a lot of time, a lot of effort, a lot of sacrifice and arguments between both of you and your friends. Just a lot.

I think we can all agree that our beloved boy couldn't care less about girls before during his first years at Hogwarts. Some things changed as time passed by, a lot, actually. He changed in the first place, becoming old enough to finally understand his family affairs and secrets. He HAD to change. He wanted to gain strength to be able to carry this new burden on his shoulders and to show his worth, but it all developed into a self-destruction, never-ending cycle that made him feel left out and alone. You, on the other hand, always seemed to have all figured out, and always looked so calm and caring. Truth is that you also felt like you were missing something, like you didn't really fit in for some reason.

It's not really clear how or why you two got together, but somehow, it happened.

Your caring nature always irritated him. How naive, he thought, but that time you found him crying on the bathroom floor, all alone and desperate, he thanked God that you came.

From this episode, bit by bit, your relationship started to form.

You two are VERY good at keeping it private, very discreet.

At the end of the day, you just have one another to stay with, and you are more than okay with that. People started to get suspicious, though; your friends started to notice your frequent excuses and distance, wondering WHAT ON EARTH they did to make you feel this way. Little did they know about your secret midnight meetings with a boy whose reputation speaks for himself.

Even though you two never show up together as a couple, you actually never feel lonely during the day. It's all about those secretly exchanged gazes, the typical side eye thing from across the room when someone is talking bs, him softly brushing his hand against yours when you are leaving a class and no one can see.

BUT, when you two are ACTUALLY ALONE... Soft touches, hushed words and pleading eyes.

You like to share silence together, there's nothing left to share after your first bathroom rendezvous.

I feel like he smells like wood, like deep forest or something like that, but his smell is kinda comforting (my scent-describing skills are nonexistent sorry😭)

I mean, you can feel his presence even without seeing him.

He has this thing about his eyes, like the way he looks at you. Everyone who played close attention to his gaze could tell it was love and admiration.

LOVES when you run your hands through his hair (sometimes you could swear to hear him purring).

Likes to make flowers appear between the pages of your potion book while taking classes, only to give you a subtle smile and turn his head to read his instructions immediately after.

Your first time together was during the Christmas break, when there were just the two of you in the entire Slytherin dorm. It was the first time he said "I love you" (it's fucking cheesy but I love it eheh). Everything was so slow and sensual. Lips, hands and kisses everywhere. Slow thrusts with your hands intertwined and his head buried in your neck.

His hands are always so cold that he has to keep them in your sleeves (he loves it though)

Likes watching you sleep (not in a creepy way don't worry lol). He'd brush your hair out of your face and caress your face softly.

Would fidget a lot while talking to you, mostly to distract himself from the fact that he gets weak in the knees every time he looks in your eyes, even after all this time. He'd 100% play with your hands or hair just because.

You'd literally yank his hand from his mouth every time he bit his nails or picked at his skin.

He's the type of person who would do hot things without even realizing. He would undo a few buttons of your shirt just to button them up right away just because he thought they looked weirdly asymmetrical, causing you to blush and stutter. And this mf would just tell you to go on and finish what you were saying (okay, maybe he does this on purpose).

You know that the way he behaves around others is just a facade. He is so broken and hopeless that he HAS to act that way around them, but when he's with you, his safe place, he feels so grateful that he gets to get loose from his worries and reveal the real person he is that it scares him how attracted he is to you, how primal his need for you is.

When your friends found out that you were dating Mr Bully Malfoy, they just couldn't wrap their heads around the reason that spurred you to do so. Let's just say that you are not friends anymore. You tried to explain yourself countless times, but they didn't seem to understand nor were willing to do so, and you thought you were better off without them anyway.

He got the same treatment from his friends ngl. It was better this way, honestly. In the end, you just needed one another to feel complete and fulfilled.

He thought about running away with you almost once a day during his 6th year. He knew what, better say who, was coming. He was sure that the death eaters wouldn't spare anyone, maybe himself included. When he first told you, he was sure you would laugh it off and call him paranoid, but instead, you listened to him carefully and decided to plan your escape with him without even flinching.

It was a gloomy night in the middle of the winter. Rushed footsteps were echoing in a corridor, then in the hall, down the stairs. Restless eyes were wandering around the path, occasionally looking back to check no one was tagging after them. A subtle creaking of a rusty gate opening was heard, and then nothing else.

OKAY SO I got WAY MORE carried away than I should and I know this is longer and more serious and dark than what I usually do but I tried my best. Actually, I'm not 100% satisfied with how it turned out and maybe the person who asked it expected something different and more light-hearted, and I apologize for it. Again, writing this character is difficult af.

I do not possess any of these photos, all credits go to the owners.

Love you, B. 🌱🤍

[viperbunnies]

100+ Followers request event!

Erm how did that happen

Hello! I wanted to do a small event to thank everyone! I'm grateful for everyone and I can't thank everyone enough--- I'm not good with words but I really appreciate each interaction I have with my fellow twst fans <3

CURRENT STATUS: Closed! (Max slots reached!)

For 100+ Followers I'll open requests for the following:

Animated Chibis

OR Watercolor bust ups! (Featuring two characters: 1 character and a tsum ) OR Fullbody chibi ! (Single character only, I don’t have a general style for this but I try to make the pose dynamic or so)

General rules: - You are free to use the requested art for personal use only! - Also given how busy I can get, I can't promise I'll do everyone's request-- It will be limited to a total of 20-25 (I'll still probably give you a quick doodle of your oc as consolation) - Please do not rush me, I am only human and have a life outside the internet. - If your request is unclear or makes me uncomfortable I may not be able to do it. - I won't do: Proships, Inc3st ships, Nsfw, Non-twst oc

Who can request? - Followers can request! (New ones are welcome!) - Limited to one request per person!

What can you request? - Requests are limited to TWST Characters, Twst ocs (Yuusonas, Twstsonas, or any Twst ocs) - For the bust ups you can request Oc x Canon or Canon x canon (Anything with Ortho, Cheka, Gidel, Najma is automatically platonic)

If this is all clear here's how you can send a request! - Specify if you want an animated chibi, bust up, or fullbody chibi. - Send me a reference sheet if it’s an oc! (Try not to give written descriptions, I do better with Visual references-- even a picrew of your oc will suffice!) - For animated chibi you can give me a gist of what you want it’ll be limited to simple movements since this is 5-8 frames at most. - For Bust ups, specify whether the ship is romantic or platonic! and which character will be the tsum. - If you've read the rules and agree to them add a snake emoji to your request or i'll ignore your request (this is just me making sure you are aware of the rules - riddle voice)

If you've read this all send your requests over to @viperbnuy (Any requests sent on this acc will be ignored)

I will finish these after thursday or during the weekends when I have the most free time🫶

Once again thank you to everyone!

[kawhh]

To anyone who was affected or reached by Brynn's (sweetestdesire's) actions who might see this and any of her anons - if you're comfortable to read a direct apology from her and think it'll help you heal or at least understand her actions, or if you were an anon wanting to still be in contact with her and also read the apology, she's coming back tomorrow. She's coming back as @angelichughes and I wanted to take the time to let people know but to also explain why I think she should be heard out and why I believe she's learnt the lesson, has grown as a human being and understands how things went wrong and what she can do to make sure she never falls into the hole she did again.

Everyone who was hurt by her actions doesn't ever deserve to go through it again in any shape or form - her actions were wrong, it shouldn't have happened and shouldn't have dragged on long as it did. I've always understood the frustration from anyone who was hurt and especially those who had reached out and talked with her in the past - I still don't agree with how it was handled and I never have and I don't agree with anyone who was using the situation for drama points or dragging it on.

I'm not saying that was everyone, but this is also tumblr and we're all responsible for being better role models with how we handle drama and conflict. There are children here and they deserve the best from people.

But I do understand how some people felt trapped and felt like they had no other option but to deliver the initial message in the way that they did.

I'm not here to apologise for her actions. I'll be perfectly clear in that. This is NOT what this is and I'm saying all of this because I can see a real change in her and want to help people get what they need or want.

I'm not going to sit here and discuss all of the reasons and explanations and any other details - people deserve that to come from her and I also understand how some people will never want to even hear another word from her and you have no responsibility to hear her out or see her name again.

When I've been hurt in the past, it's helped me often to have an explanation for the actions even if I haven't ended up fully agreeing or understanding or wanting to change my opinion or view after reading it.

I've also had situations where I've blocked any mention of their name because I just don't want to see anything and I'm hoping by mentioning the username that I can also help with that part for people.

I'm not in her brain and I've never pretended to be in her brain, but I can see a full, genuine difference and understanding in her behaviour and her mindset after it's happened. I want to be clear about that - if I didn't see a difference and thought she was the same person with the same understanding, I would not be supporting her like this and I would not be typing this.

I do believe that she needed the shock and needed the blow for it to fully sink in for her, to drag her out. A way her brain couldn't skip over as she fell deeper into the hole.

After spending a month talking to her, I fully understand how everything happened for her and how it did happen, but there's no illusions about how she should've dealt with it and reached out. It's not an excuse coming from me or coming from her, but it'll be the honest explanation and reasons why she did it and I hope that can help people in some way.

I fully believe she understands the hurt she caused and how it went wrong at each turn and how she needs to be better for both everyone else and also herself. I believe she's honestly regretful and not just for being caught out - but for her actions as they were.

That can mean nothing to you and that's also fine, but if that does mean something to you, I'm 100% confident in every word I say.

I'm thankful for the anons of hers who have continued to send asks my way to send to her - she hasn't taken any of this lightly and hasn't avoided any of the emotional damage to both herself and everyone she hurt and interacted with and seeing some of you still wanting to understand and wanting her to heal and be a better person has meant a lot to her and myself.

I understand if any of you would be nervous about interacting with her again, but if you would still like to interact with her and give her a chance to show you how she's developed and how she wants to continue to grow with you, I would be grateful.

I also understand that there's anons who have been hurt by her actions and have distrust in all of her previous actions and interactions with you and I repeat that if you're comfortable with it, I think hearing her apology is the least you deserve.

As a final piece, I'm going to make it very clear that I'm not going to tolerate hate sent my way or sent to anyone who does interact with her. Like I said earlier, we all have a responsibility to be better on this platform and any other platform online.

I understand being hurt, but there's a difference between being hurt and asking for an explanation and being hateful. Asking her for answers and expressing hurt is always going to be fine, but we're also all humans who make mistakes and nobody deserves the kind of hateful messages some people on here send with no regard for any human being on the other side of the screen. Some people would do well to ask themselves how they would feel if it was them or someone they cared about getting some of the pure hate some of you send. Not just even this - even simple things like someone not liking a player you like.

I don't tolerate it when people send me hate. I will not tolerate it being sent to her friends.

Being actually hateful towards someone will not help you. It will not help you heal. It will not bring you comfort or satisfaction. It will not make the situation better for anyone. That's my stance on any behaviour like that on this website.

I'm also not going to be doing a personal Q&A. This is my statement and she'll make hers.

I will also understand if I'm blocked for my stance on this by anyone who was hurt - I will be interacting with my friend and I will be doing it publicly. I believe in her and the changes she's made and I'm very proud of all her development. I see someone who understands the situation and genuinely wants to be better for herself and everyone on this app daily.

I'm tagging a few of you - but I also have no expectations and have no right to ask anyone to read or forgive or be friends with her again. Everyone needs to do the right thing for themselves.

@hughesinthebox @zzbubblegumbitchzz @ruinix @rowdyluv