#also: this is probably not worded as clearly as it could be

[montrealz]

YES THANK YOU!!!

Okay I lied a little in my last post this will be my last time talking about this personally.

Dude, okay, she didn't understand what I was saying AT ALL. I wasn't saying she was made to do this, but I did say she surrounded herself with people who encouraged her toxic and disgusting behavior. Also, I don't believe what she said about her therapist encouraging incest. A professional wouldnt recommend shipping siblings together as a way of coping. It's blatantly clear. Again, even if your disgusting work was exposed, you could do SO SO MUCH to prevent that from happening again. Which means NOT making a whole blog for that! Which just exposes it more! You clearly hid it for a reason, even if it wasn't for protecting anyone. You also, idk, as an adult, talk with them personally?? I get that probably wouldn't have worked cuz. Let's be honest even with a serious conversation she'd still do it (considering her response to genuine concern)

Im just frustrated with the fact she twisted my words to make it seem like I said ppl r like manipulating her into doing this. Like, no. You are clearly choosing to do this FREELY! You also chose to surrohnd yourself with people who would give you the thumbs up because God forbid someone told you it's wrong (grown adult btw)

Okay done rambling it's almost 3 am goodnight

kittycorns now deleted posts from tonight, were not letting kit sweep this under the rug. she is directly victim blaming and ignoring key issues people have been speaking up about.

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Can you write “which one of you idiots is warming their icy little feet on me?! you need to get that checked!” for poly Non-Judging Breakfast Club with gn reader? And for the dynamics, would be adorable if the reader is an absolute gentleman/gentlewoman with the girls and a lovely pain in the ass with the guys.

Cuddling Chaos || poly! Non-Judging Breakfast Club x gn! reader

Summary: your mornings are never exactly quiet given who your partners are

Warnings/contains: domestic fluff, mild swearing, mentions of eating/food in terms of breakfast and such, playful banter

Prompt list used can be found here

Beginning notes: I certainly can!! thanks so much for the poly njbc ask btw, they're some of my favorite to write for 🥺💞 (also for those who were wondering it was still colder when this ask was initially sent in so that's why this is set somewhere around that time. sorry anon for making you wait so long for this, I hope you enjoy it regardless <3)

Winter (and even early spring) was always bound to be cold in New York, especially in the early mornings, which is why you were so thankful you had four other people to share a bed with in order to keep you warm. There were, however, a few setbacks.

"Alright, which one of you idiots is warming your icy little feet on me?" You questioned while wiggling around in the spot you'd taken the night before, laying curled up somewhere in the center of the bed. "Seriously, you need to get that checked."

You could hear someone- probably Chuck, knowing him -let out a snort of laughter at your words from nearby, followed by the rustling of sheets as someone moved on the other side of you.

"Ah, that'd be me. Sorry," came Nate's apologetic response as he pulled his feet away from you and moved them back over to his side of the bed. "I thought you were Serena. Usually she doesn't mind if I warm my feet on her, which is why they were there in the first place."

"Well, you should check who you're warming yourself on next time," you grumbled lightly in response, giving his side of the blanket a firm tug to emphasize your point.

"Hey!" He lightly exclaimed while immediately tugging it back over him in hopes of blocking out any more of the cold air from hitting his body. A soft giggle came from a lump under the blankets somewhere between you and him, the golden head of hair sticking out near the pillow indicating it was Serena.

"Can you two shut up? Some of us are trying to get some beauty sleep," the frustrated voice of Blair spoke on your other side. Clearly she'd woken up at some point during the ruckus you were causing, something you hadn't yet realized due to the sleep mask still covering her eyes.

"Sorry, B. We'll try to keep it down," you gently murmured while reaching your hand over to affectionately run your fingers through her hair, something she responded to by letting out a sigh of content as she rolled over to cuddle up closer to you.

"What about me? Don't I get pat on the head or two?" Chuck asked in a deceivingly innocent voice, to which you simply reached over and gave the side of his head a playful shove.

"No, you don't, because you're a nuisance. Now shut up, B's trying to get some sleep."

He let out a grunt of displeasure at the action but shut his mouth regardless, the room falling silent. Until-

"Who the hell is using my legs as a natural heat source again?" You demanded while wiggling around under the covers in an attempt to get away from the unidentified pair of feet, adding in a warning tone, "I swear to God I'm going to push whoever it is out of the bed."

That's when Serena's face suddenly popped out from underneath the covers. "I think it was me," she said while quickly retracting her feet and moving to lay with her head on your shoulder so she could stare up at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes ever. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I thought you might've been B." The brunette in question let out an indignant huff at that but remained quiet otherwise. "Please don't push me out of the bed."

"Aw, sweetheart, of course not," you cooed sweetly as your fingers began to gently comb through her hair, slowly beginning to untangle the knots she had. "I only said that because I thought it was Chuck who was doing it."

You heard an indignant scoff from the other side of Blair that would have no doubt led to a slew of protests had it not been followed by a soft grunt of pain. You were pretty sure that signified she hit him on the abdomen in order to get him to be quiet so she could try to go back to sleep.

"I'm glad you're not kicking me out of the bed, otherwise I'd have to use my powers of persuasion to convince you otherwise," Serena continued in a suggestive purr before flopping on top of you and peppering your face with sleepy kisses. This created a chain reaction that resulting in Nate sighing in resignation as the blanket was yanked from off him yet again, Blair shrieking when Serena landed so that she was laying halfway on top of her, and Chuck snickering at the chaos everyone erupted into.

"Serena, get off!-"

"Please don't kick me off the bed, I'll be so good, I swear by it-"

"Seriously? My blanket, again?-"

"God, I wish I had a camera-"

"Okay, okay, enough," you stated firmly while wriggling out from underneath the blanket-and-person cocoon you were trapped in, popping out successfully at the end of the bed on the other side. "Since we're all officially up now, I'm going downstairs to ask if Dorota will make us some breakfast."

Serena sat up instantly at the mention of food, her hair a visible mess from the way she slept on it. "Ooh, will you bring me back a bowl of raspberries?"

"I'll take some nonfat yogurt," Blair piped up from where she was still curled up under the covers, her sleepmask remaining planted firmly on her face.

"Aw, anything for my gorgeous Sleeping Beauties," you replied warmly before turning to leave. "I'll be back in a minute."

"Hey, what about us?" Nate asked while sitting up some himself, seeming both slightly inconvienced and mildly amused at once.

"You can either wait until Dorota's done, or you can head downstairs yourselves to grab something small until then. The 'Prince Charmings' are perfectly capable of doing things for themselves," you called back over your shoulder.

The noise of light squabbling could be heard even as you made your way down the hall and to the top of the stairs, Chuck remarking that Serena's hair looked like a disheveled bird's nest and her retaliating by throwing a pillow at his face. Things were certainly never dull around them, that was certain.

You returned to the bedroom a few minutes later after grabbing a pre-breakfast snack for the girls to find Blair still trying to get a couple extra minutes of sleep, except now she was on the other side of Nate and laying pressed against him, almost as though she was using him as a makeshift wall between her and your other two partners. The Golden Boy himself was merely observing as Serena and Chuck play fought by lightly smacking each other with the throw pillows, the two tittering with laughter as they did so.

"Will you two idiots cut it out?" Blair suddenly snapped as she ripped the sleepmask off her face and scowled at the disturbance, though her gaze instantly softened the moment she saw the cup of yogurt in your hands. "Thank you," she grumbled appreciatively, not forgetting her manners despite the grumpiness she felt over getting woken up early.

"Nonfat Greek yogurt for Queen B," you declared while handing her the cup before turning and doing the same with Serena. "And a bowl of raspberries for the resident It Girl of Manhattan."

She let out an excited shriek before tossing the pillow in her hands behind her without a care (it hit Nate in the chest as a result, causing him to let out a quiet "oof" while Chuck guffawed with vibrant glee).

"How come those two get snacks brought to them and we have to get up ourselves?" Nate repeated the same question that he had earlier as you moved to sit on the edge of the bed by where Blair was, Serena laying back to rest her head in your lap as she began to happily munch on the raspberries.

Chuck beat you to answering. "Probably something to do with how chivalry isn't truly dead. Or maybe we just aren't the favorites," he lazily drawled while laying back to rest his head on the other boy's shoulder, seeming unfazed by your refusal to bring them anything back from the kitchen.

"That's not true. I don't play favorites," you insisted even as you began to hand feed Serena the fruit rather than having her do it herself. Blair remained quiet for once, fully invested on eating her yogurt as she began to wake up more fully.

"Oh, yeah? Let me have a raspberry then," Nate playfully demanded while holding his hand out expectantly, something that made Chuck laugh.

Shrugging, you replied with, "Don't ask me, ask her," while pointing to Serena, who was already beginning to sit up and move over towards him.

"If you want it, you'll have to take it from me," she stated with a coy smile as she placed a raspberry between her lips, causing Nate to have to lean forward and place his mouth on hers in order to take it. Chuck let out a low whistle while Blair rolled her eyes endearingly at her partners.

"You're all ridiculous," she muttered while continuing to eat her yogurt, unable to fully hide the fond gaze in her eyes while she spoke.

"Yeah, but you love us anyway," you affectionately teased while reaching over to gently brush a stray lock of hair behind her ear, the action causing her cheeks to heat up in a barely perceptible blush.

"B, you should share some of your yogurt with us," Serena suddenly stated with a mischievous glint in her eyes, already beginning to crawl over to the other girl's side of the bed.

"Absolutely not. I refuse to partake in whatever kind of foolishness that's being participated in here," Blair replied matter-of-factly, letting out a shriek of surprise when the blonde blindsided her with a kiss before snatching the yogurt from her hands, grinning as she used the spoon to get a scoopful before bringing it up to her mouth.

If Serena was the cat that ate the canary, then Blair was an ornery lapdog that had just gotten its snack taken away. "Serena, give it back-" the brunette demanded while lunging over to her so she could grab the yogurt cup back out of her hands.

Serena screeched in delight as she moved to hide behind Nate (who pulled her closer on instinct), your arms instantly reaching out to catch Blair around the waist before she could tackle the other girl down onto the bed. "Alright, let's not get into a fight so early in the morning."

"Aw, no fair. Catfights are the best," Chuck commented with a sly grin as he lounged back against the pillows next to Serena, his words causing Blair to gag ever so slightly.

"You are seriously disgusting, did you know that?"

Before he could begin to protest, the door opened to reveal Dorota entering while carrying a massive tray full of food. "Breakfast," she cheerfully declared in that thick accent of hers, not doing so much as batting an eye at the obvious mayhem she'd just walked into as she was well used to it by now.

Things seemed to settle down a bit more after that as the five of you began to tuck in to the food that had been brought, Dorota exiting and returning a few moments later with yet another tray covered in extra food and beverages that she set down on the trunk at the foot of the bed.

"Thank you, Dorota," Blair politely acknowledged the housekeeper's actions, followed by a chorus of murmured agreements from the rest of you.

As your partners began to casually chat about their shared plans for the day, all you could think about was just how grateful you were to have the four of them in your life. Even if it was a bit difficult having to share a bed with them at times.

End notes: honestly writing the dynamics was my favorite part of this, if you ever come up with any more ideas for me anon then please don't hesitate to let me know 🫶

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[novashelby]

Like Fine Wine-Tom Hardy x Reader

Pairing: Tom Hardy Warning: Perhaps language? Innuendos? Honestly, I didn't mean it, but this is a total crack fic. He's also not very sober and he's forgotten he's veg. I don't know if I should apologize or not for this garbage. It was suppose to be sexy. Word Count: 1k Summary: After being stood up, Tom Hardy saves the day.

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She wasn’t one to fuss over much. Life sort of just happened and that was that. What was the point of bitching? However, after spending hours doing her makeup and hair, ironing her favorite dress, and squeezing on her favorite heels, she couldn’t help, but feel a bit miffed. Sorry. Something came up. Rain check? When she heard the ding, she was excited to flip over her phone, but with each word, she felt her chest cave in. Dating was getting tiresome. Week after week of flops. He’d already been about forty-five minutes late, and her? On her second glass of red wine that began to stain her lips. “Prick,” she whispered, throwing her phone in her bag and sitting up straight. He wasn’t even man enough to call for the reservation earlier that day.

Someone once told her, if he wants to, he will. And he clearly fucking didn’t want to, that was bloody fucking sure. Opening the menu, she sighed as her eyes glanced over the options. It was a bitch of a place to get in, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to misuse her pulled strings. But as she contemplated between a filet mignon or braised pork…or maybe the mushroom risotto? The back of her head jumped through hoops debating whether or not bitch him out. And when her fingers gripped the menu so tight, she no longer could feel the tips, she slammed the menu down and grabbed her phone. Her face scrunched as she furiously texted: I don’t know if your mother has ever told you or not, but maybe you shouldn’t be 45 minutes late just to fucking cancel! Have a nice life and maybe stay single.

Oh, and one more thing, fuck you. 

With that, she blocked the fucker and turned off her phone, slamming it back in her bag. She wasn’t just going to get the most expensive steak, but that side of cheesy mashed potatoes and shrimp, too. The waiter came over, empathetic, and offered a glass of house wine for free. She mumbled a thank you, “could I put in an appetizer as well?” He hummed and flipped open his pad. “Crab cakes-oh! And the salmon bites. That’s all.” And when he started to walk away, she called him, “and you know what, I’m probably going to get dessert, too. Extra chocolate lava cake, two scoops of ice cream, and some extra syrup on the side.”

She handed him the menu, and sunk down in her seat, sipping the wine, staring off into the distance. Of course she was wondering what was wrong with her, but nothing was wrong with her. Men these days just aren’t…men. All I want is one to look at me and think, yes, I want her. 

As she wallowed in self pity, eying each dish as it came out, there was someone eying her. Just at the bar, he sat slightly turned, sipping his drink. He loved an independent woman. A lady not afraid to be in her own company and enjoy good food. Especially that much fucking food…fuck. He wasn’t judging, of course. Impressed, more like it. And to be honest, quite hungry as well. Her main course came out and she dug in, not caring if the grease coated her lips or if little pieces of meat stuck to her face. 

A beautiful woman doing what any beautiful woman should do, enjoy good food and good wine. The way she licked her thumb and closed her eyes everytime a new piece went into her mouth. He slid off the stool and fixed his black sports jacket before shooting down his drink, and taking long strides her way. When he approached, she was too busy sucking the meat off the bone to notice he pulled the chair opposite of her out. It screeched against the marble floor. If he was any less sober, he would have fallen into the table.  

Her eyes fluttered up, and she paused, the bone dropping to the plate. Both their drunken eyes met. What a dumbass, she thought, scrunching her face as he gave her a toothy grin and wiggled his eyes a bit. “Can I help you?” She wiped her mouth, and tossed the cloth on the table.

He leaned in, pointing his finger at her, and in a long slur said, “you look like you need a woman like a man like to share-that wasn’t it.” He blinked, swallowed and shook his head. “A man like you needs a cake like me to share that woman.” That’s when he reached over and swiped her cheek with his thumb and licked it. The man was so drunk, he forgot he was bloody fucking vegan. 

She sat up, looking around for her waiter, wondering if anyone else saw this strange man. But when she looked back at him, through her drunken haze, she realized she knew him from somewhere. Not quite sure where, but somewhere. Tilting her head, she asked, “do we know each other?”

His toothy grin widened as he took her spoon and shoved it into her lava cake, digging out a big ol’ slice. The chocolate dripped down, making little spots across the table. He shoved it in his, making a mess. His crisp white shirt was stained, and the chocolate coated over and between his teeth. Reaching back over, he stabbed the cake once more before motioning her to move in. “C’mere,” he said. “C’mon!” A bit too puzzled to question, she slid her chair over and he grabbed her face, puckering, squeezing her cheeks to open her mouth. Once her mouth opened just enough to fit the spoon, he shoved it in. Choking slightly, she dabbed her mouth with the napkin. 

Conflicted, she grabbed her phone and searched, swearing she knew him. But she was having a hard time believing it. When typing the name, his picture showed up and she compared. Looking at the phone, looking at him eating her cake. Slowly, her eyes mooned, but before she could say anything, the waiter said, “Mr. Hardy, we called you a taxi. They’re out front.” He slowly got up, wobbling a bit. Reaching over, he tapped her cheek.

“Thank you for this beautiful night,” he said before sighing. “Why should it end here?”

She looked at the waiter and at him, and hummed. “Pay for dinner?”

He took out his wallet, fumbling with his card all while saying. “Take the cake…and the bottle of wine.” She didn’t argue, shoving the wine in her purse and holding the cake to her desk, hurrying after him.

[sanshinely]

CRAZY MINDS OF MBTI | ATEEZ CHOI SAN

CRAZY MINDS (OF MBTI)

ateez choi san x fem!reader

trope » mbti theme, san as intj and reader as estp. 

established relationship fic, non-idol fic 

genre » fluff, romantic comedy, slice of life, modern au, light angst

word count;  5,126 words estimated reading time » ~20-25  minutes (normal reading speed)

warnings » mild language, suggestive dialogue, MBTI stereotyping, light emotional conflict

Sometimes, one test can change everything.

You were bored when you first took the MBTI test. No deep purpose behind it, just a click out of curiosity during a quiet afternoon. A few questions here, a few unsure choices there, and suddenly... there it was.

ESTP.

You blinked at the screen.

The Entrepreneur. The Doer. Bold. Direct. Energetic. Lives for the thrill of the moment.

That last part? Yeah, that felt painfully accurate. But something about it pulled you in deeper. You weren’t just content with the four letters—you wanted to know why. Why did you make impulsive choices? Why you hated routines. Why do you always run toward chaos instead of away from it?

And the deeper you explored the ESTP personality, the more it felt like finding pieces of yourself you didn’t even know were missing.

That small test? It sparked something way bigger.

A few years later, you're no longer just a girl curious about personality types. You're the founder and CEO of 16Personalities, a personality-based app and consulting platform that skyrocketed in popularity almost overnight. People came for the MBTI quizzes, but stayed for the insights. For the way your team broke down complex ideas and turned them into something deeply human. Even your best friend—an INFJ with a chronic case of emotional repression—gave in and took the test one night after a glass of wine. She burst into your office the next morning, waving her phone. “I’m an INFJ?! What the hell does that even mean?!”

Your friend finally tested her MBTI by the app you made. She wasn��t interested at all in the first because she won’t believe in MBTI as she said MBTIs were the same theory as Zodiacs. Your best friend finally took her chance to test on her MBTI, INFJ as the Advocats.

You laughed. "INFJ, huh?" you said, trying to hold back a laugh. "Well, it means you're kind of like... a walking contradiction."

She rolled her eyes, but you could see the flicker of curiosity in her eyes.

"You're a visionary, but also super private. You want to save the world but can’t stand the idea of asking for help. You care deeply about people, but you don’t exactly enjoy big crowds. You’re an idealist, but also someone who struggles with reality. You’re probably freaking out right now, but deep down, you’re a big softie."

She gaped at you, clearly shocked at how accurate that sounded. "That... sounds like me. That’s terrifying."

You laughed. "Yeah, I know. Welcome to the INFJ club. You cry over poetry, right? You want to change the world, but you'll never ask anyone for help." You shook your head. "Honestly, you might as well get a tattoo that says 'emotional repression' and call it a day."

She stared at you in disbelief. "Wait... am I really that bad?"

"No, no," you quickly reassured her. "But you’ve definitely got some layers, INFJ. You’re like... the emotional intellectual who tries to save the world one quiet conversation at a time."

Her lips twitched into a reluctant smile, her anxiety momentarily forgotten. "I guess that’s... kind of accurate." "Kind of?" You grinned, reaching for your coffee. "Girl, you're all of that. Just embrace it." She sighed, staring at her phone again. "Well, now that I know, I feel like I need to do... something about it." You nodded. "Start by not overthinking it. Trust me, I know. I'm an ESTP. You don’t see me freaking out over who I am."

She raised an eyebrow. "Right, you're the impulsive risk-taker, always up for the next adventure. I swear, you’re basically the opposite of me." You shot her a pointed look. "And you love me for it." She smirked. "True. But now I need to process this INFJ thing. I feel like I’m staring at myself in a mirror and I don’t know what to do with it."

You leaned back in your chair, feeling the weight of her words. "You’ll figure it out. Just don't hide from it, okay? Embrace the weirdness."

She smiled at you, finally feeling like the pieces were coming together. "Thanks for... the reality check."

"Anytime, INFJ," you teased. "Now go ahead and start saving the world, one awkward conversation at a time."

—

It was supposed to be just another normal workday. You were halfway through reviewing the updates for the app when your phone lit up.

[Bestie] “Emergency. Can you take my blind date tonight? I’m literally dying and there’s no refund..”

You blinked. Blind date? You?

You were about to text back a hard “absolutely not” when she sent a second message:

“He’s a psychiatrist. Probably hot. Just go and pretend to be me. Pleaseeeee.”

You stared at the screen. ESTP logic said: screw it. You could use some entertainment.

So you sighed and replied: You : “Fine. But if he’s awkward, I’m making you pay for dessert.”

—

Your best friend stared at you, her jaw practically on the floor. “Wait... you’ve never been on a blind date? Never dated anyone? How have you survived this long? The world is so small, and you’ve been hiding out like this?”You shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. 

“I mean, it’s just never been my thing, y’know?” She gawked at you like you had just revealed you were an alien. “Girl, you’re an entrepreneur who’s running a huge app, but you’ve never even tried to date? That’s... mind-blowing.”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s really not that deep.” “Oh, it is,” she said, pulling out her makeup kit with determination. “And it’s time to fix this. You need to look flawless tonight. Trust me, we’re going all out.”

You groaned. “Do we really have to? I just don’t think I’m ready for all of this.”

She grinned, already pulling out brushes. “You are ready. You just don’t know it yet. We’re going to give you a makeover that’ll make you look like you belong in a rom-com. Now sit down and let me work my magic.”

As she got to work, you felt a little bit out of your element. “How long is this going to take?”

“Don’t rush me,” she said, expertly applying foundation. “You want flawless? It takes time. At least an hour. You’ll thank me later, I promise.” You gave her a skeptical look. “Flawless, huh? You’re really setting the bar high here.”

“You’ll see,” she replied with a wink. “Just trust the process.”

Your Best friend stood still for a moment, her eyes slowly scanning you from head to toe. “You… wow,” she breathed out, visibly stunned. “You actually look stunning. Like, it’s so fabulous. Look at yourself, why’d you never really be interested in makeovers?”

You raised an eyebrow, tugging nervously at the hem of your jacket. “You think so?”

“Please, I don’t think—I know,” she said, beginning to circle you like a proud stylist inspecting her masterpiece. “Honestly, if you don’t fall in love tonight, someone else definitely will.”

You let out a quiet laugh. “I still can’t believe I’m actually doing this. This was your blind date, remember?”

“Yeah, about that…” she trailed off, biting her lip before locking eyes with you. “So… I kinda already told him I couldn’t make it. Said something came up. And then I—uh—might’ve mentioned I was sending someone else to my place.”

Your eyes narrowed. “You what?”

“I panicked, okay?” she held up both hands in surrender. “But don’t worry—I told him you’re amazing. And guess what? He was surprisingly chill about it.” You gave her a look. “Okay… and what exactly did you tell him about me?”

“Just the basics,” she shrugged, trying to look casual. “That you’re smart, drop-dead gorgeous, a little chaotic—but in the cutest way possible. Oh, and—” she paused for effect, “his name is Choi San.”

You stared. “Choi San?” She nodded. “Yep. And—plot twist—he’s a psychologist.” Your eyes widened. “So you set me up with someone who literally studies people’s minds for a living. Amazing. I’m about to be dissected over dinner, that’s literally my type.”

“Or,” she said, grinning knowingly, “he’s about to fall for you the moment he sees you.”You let out a dramatic sigh and grabbed your purse. “If he starts psychoanalyzing me mid-bite, I’m leaving.”

She laughed, stepping over to open the door. “Just be yourself. You’ve got this. And remember—tonight, you’re the main event.”

You rolled your eyes as you stepped out. “Let’s hope he reads romance, not horror.”

—

You walked into the cozy, upscale restaurant, your heart fluttering with a mix of excitement and nerves. The soft clinking of silverware and the warm golden glow from the overhead lights created a calm atmosphere, but your attention was focused solely on the man seated across the table.

Choi San looked up as you approached, a faint smile on his lips. He was dressed in a sharp navy blazer and a simple white shirt that complemented his relaxed yet sophisticated demeanor. He stood up as you neared, offering a nod of acknowledgment.

“Hi,” he greeted, his voice calm and smooth, as if you were already familiar. “You must be Y/N L/N?”

Your eyes met his, and you nodded, taking in a breath to steady yourself. "Yeah, that’s me," you said, your voice a little shaky as you pulled out the chair and sat down. "I guess I’m the one who got... dragged into this blind date."

San smiled, the kind of smile that made your heart skip a beat. “No pressure then,” he said, his gaze soft but confident as he sat back down. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Y/N. My name is Choi San”

They shake their both hands, and make you freeze. You weren't expecting that THIS is the man on your date. Previously, you didn’t expect that he could be this really handsome through your eyes

You adjusted the hem of your jacket, trying to calm the fluttering in your chest. There was something about the way he looked at you that made you feel like you were already on his radar. 

“So, uh…” you started, trying to break the silence, “What exactly do you do for a living? Besides... setting up blind dates?” you added with a nervous laugh. San put down his menu, his eyes locking onto yours. “I’m a psychologist,” he said casually, his tone thoughtful. “I work in mental health.”

Your eyes widened, and before you could stop yourself, you gasped loudly, the sound escaping in a rush. “Wait, you’re a psychologist?!” The shock was evident in your voice, and you quickly realized you might have startled him. San blinked, clearly surprised by your reaction.

 “Yeah... I know, it’s a bit of a shock, huh?” You covered your mouth, feeling a little embarrassed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to shout. It’s just that... I’ve never met anyone in that field before. Isn’t that kind of intimidating?”

San chuckled softly, clearly amused by your reaction. “I promise, I’m not here to analyze you on our date,” he said, his tone warm and reassuring. You relaxed a little at his words, but your curiosity wasn’t satisfied yet. “Still, I can’t imagine what it must be like. You get to read people all day, every day.”

He leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face. “It’s not about reading people; it’s about understanding them,” he said, his gaze shifting to you with a more personal intensity. “But don’t worry, I’m not analyzing you right now.”

You laughed, relieved. “Good to know,” you said with a smile, but your mind couldn’t help but race with the realization that you were sitting across from someone who literally analyzed people for a living. “So, what about you?” he asked, breaking your train of thought. “What do you do?”

You cleared your throat, then replied, “I’m actually the founder and owner of 16Personalities. The site you probably took the test on,” you added with a small smile.

San’s eyes lit up, and a genuine smile tugged at his lips. “Wait, really? I’ve taken that test on your app! It’s actually really fascinating,” he said, leaning forward with newfound interest. “I had no idea you were the person behind it.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the way he was looking at you. A proud smile made you glad because he used your app. “Yeah, it’s one of those things that’s more well-known than most people realize,” you replied, feeling a little more confident now that the conversation was flowing easier.

San grinned, clearly impressed. “I have to admit, I’m even more intrigued now. That’s... seriously impressive.” You laughed softly, trying to hide your smile. “Thanks,” you said, feeling a warm flush spread across your cheeks.

He paused for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he was thinking. “I don’t know if I should tell you my personality type now. Maybe I’ll leave that as a surprise,” he said, the playful tone in his voice making your heart skip another beat.

You grinned, intrigued. “I like surprises, but I have to warn you... I might guess it before the night’s over.” San chuckled softly. “We’ll see about that,” he said with a wink. “But for now, I think we should enjoy our dinner.”

The waiter arrived at that moment, and for a moment, the two of you paused as your meals were served. You couldn’t help but smile, feeling the conversation shift from nerves to something more comfortable, even with the soft tension still lingering between you.

—

The candlelight flickered between you and Choi San, casting playful shadows as the conversation slowed, leaving behind a quiet tension. The soft background music hummed, almost like a soundtrack to the unfolding moment. You couldn’t help but feel curious about the man across from you—so composed, so intriguing.

"So..." you began, swirling your wine glass lightly, keeping your voice playful, "I have to ask, what’s your MBTI type?" San raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Why do you want to know?" You shrugged, leaning back slightly with a smirk. "I’m just curious. I mean, you already know about my job, so I think it’s only fair. And also you tested on my app, right?"

"Fair enough," he said, leaning forward slightly, a playful twinkle in his eyes. "I’m INTJ."

"INTJ?" You blinked, surprised, trying to hide your amusement. "The mastermind type?" San chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the moment. "I suppose that's one way to put it." You tilted your head, eyeing him closely. "Well, no wonder you’re so... organized. So, you’re all about planning, analyzing everything, huh?" 

San leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms with an almost stoic air. "That's one way to describe it. What about you?" He paused, raising an eyebrow. "What’s your type?" You leaned forward a little, eyes gleaming with confidence. "ESTP," you said, gesturing with a quick flick of your hand. "The doer, the one who takes action and makes things happen."

San raised both eyebrows, studying you closely, clearly surprised. "Interesting," he murmured, his gaze intense. "So you’re the spontaneous one, huh?" "Yep," you nodded, your eyes sparkling with energy. "I live for the moment, take risks, and embrace whatever comes my way."

San’s expression softened a little, but there was something in his eyes that seemed to admire your extroverted energy. "Well," he said, his voice low, "I think that’s kind of... refreshing. Most people are too cautious for my taste." 

Your eyes widened slightly. "You like that?" He chuckled, the hint of a flirtatious smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "I wouldn’t call it my style, but... there’s something about how you embrace it. It’s bold."

The conversation paused for a second, both of you caught up in the unexpected chemistry of the moment. But then, the realization hit you. "Wait a second..." You leaned back in your chair, blinking in disbelief. "We’re total opposites!" San gave you a half-smile. "Guess we are. But apparently, opposites attract." You laughed softly, your heart skipping a beat. "I guess we’ll see about that."

His smile softened, but his gaze remained intense as he leaned in just a little closer. "I’m looking forward to finding out." You both sat in silence for a moment, the words hanging in the air, the connection between you undeniable. Then, you decided to push the conversation further, eager to see what else there was to learn about this intriguing man.

"So," you said, pulling out your phone, "let’s take a look at our profiles. I’m curious how accurate these tests are." San raised an eyebrow as you unlocked the 16personalities app and began to scroll through your results. "Alright, let’s see."

You grinned, showing him your profile. "Here it says I’m outgoing, energetic, and spontaneous—basically, I love taking action and always need something new to challenge me." San leaned in slightly to look at the screen, his curiosity growing. "Sounds pretty spot on," he said, eyes never leaving you. "And the weaknesses?"

You tapped the screen again, showing the weaknesses. "It says I can be a little... reckless. And sometimes, I don’t think things through." San’s lips curled into a playful smirk. "Yeah, I can see that. But I think that’s part of your charm."

You felt your cheeks flush a little at his compliment, but you didn’t back down. Instead, you leaned back with a confident grin. "Okay, so what about you?" You tapped the screen to show him his profile. "Let’s see what the mastermind has."

San took his time scrolling, then cleared his throat. "Alright, here’s the rundown: 'Strategic, logical, ambitious, and driven.'" You raised an eyebrow. "Sounds like you’re the definition of control." San’s expression softened as he continued reading aloud. "And... ‘can be overly critical, distant, and too focused on long-term goals at the expense of the present.’"

You couldn’t help but chuckle. "Well, I guess I’m glad I’m here for the present, huh?" San’s smile deepened, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Touché." The conversation grew more relaxed as the night went on, both of you enjoying the chance to learn more about each other. But now, with the realization that your MBTI types were the exact opposite, there was a new, unexpected energy between you two.

"So," you said, your eyes twinkling, "I read somewhere that ESTPs and INTJs make a pretty good match." San raised his eyebrows, intrigued. "Really?" You nodded. "Yep, apparently. You bring the structure and the logic, I bring the chaos and the energy." San chuckled, his gaze warming. "I wouldn’t exactly call it chaos... but I think I can appreciate the spontaneity."

You smiled, feeling a little flutter in your chest. "Well, let’s see where this goes, then."

The evening continued, filled with laughter and easy conversation, but now, there was a deeper undercurrent to everything. The differences between you and San only seemed to make the connection stronger, and you couldn’t help but wonder what the rest of the night—and the future—held in store.

—

The night seemed to slow down just enough for the two of you to dive deeper into the unexpected connection unfolding between you. The conversation had shifted from light banter to something more... meaningful. The flickering candle between you cast a soft glow over the table as you both took a moment to soak in the revelation of your MBTI types.

As you put your phone away for a second, you tilted your head slightly, your curiosity growing. "You know," you said, eyeing San carefully, "I just realized something. I never pegged you as an introvert."

San blinked, a little surprised by your observation. He shifted in his seat, his gaze a little more intense than before. "I suppose that’s not something people expect," he said, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

You laughed softly, taking a sip from your glass, trying to make sense of it all. "I mean, look at you—so composed, so calm. I thought you’d be... more extroverted."

San smirked, a flicker of amusement crossing his face. "I might not be the life of the party, but I’m not as shy as you think." He paused, his expression thoughtful. "It’s just that I find more energy in my own thoughts than in big social gatherings." Your eyes widened slightly, realizing just how much you had misjudged him. "So, you’re like... an introvert who’s good at faking extroversion?"

He raised an eyebrow. "I wouldn’t call it ‘faking.’ I just know how to interact when I need to. But I much prefer quiet time to think things through." You chuckled, now more intrigued than ever. "Well, that’s... a twist. I think you’re an ambivert, just like me.” San smiled  softly, his gaze locking with yours. "Maybe we balance each other out better than I thought."

The revelation lingered between you, but before either of you could say anything more, you decided to dig deeper into the personality profiles on your phones. "Alright, enough of the guessing," you said, unlocking your phone again. "Let’s see what else our profiles have to say. I’m curious if it says anything about us."

San leaned forward slightly, his eyes scanning the screen as you scrolled through your ESTP profile once again. "Alright, let’s see what the fun-loving, action-driven ESTP is all about," he teased, his tone light but his curiosity evident.

You tapped a few times, bringing up a section of your profile. "Okay, here’s something interesting," you said, showing him. "It says I’m highly adaptable, which means I’m good at changing plans on a whim and handling surprises."

San nodded, clearly intrigued. "That makes sense. You’re definitely the type to keep things spontaneous."

You smiled, enjoying the easy rhythm between you. "Yeah, and it also says that I’m a risk-taker. Sometimes, I act before I think—definitely not for everyone."

San chuckled softly, leaning back in his seat. "I can see that. But it’s also what makes you... well, you."

Your heart skipped a beat, and you couldn’t help but feel a little more drawn to him. But you quickly turned the attention back to him. "Alright, your turn. What does it say for an INTJ mastermind?"

He smirked, tapping on his phone as he pulled up his profile. "Let’s see," he muttered, scanning through the sections. "Okay, it says I’m strategic, logical, and have a very clear idea of what I want."

You nodded, impressed. "I can see that. You definitely give off that vibe."

San's gaze softened a little as he continued. "It also mentions that I can sometimes be too focused on long-term goals. That I tend to dismiss the present for the sake of future plans."

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Does that mean you’re not a fan of... living in the moment?"

He looked up at you, a brief flicker of a smile crossing his face. "Not necessarily. I just tend to look ahead more often than most. But maybe you could change that." His tone was light but carried a certain weight to it that made your heart flutter a little.

You laughed, leaning in slightly, trying to cover the warmth spreading across your cheeks. "Guess we’ll see about that."

San's eyes lingered on yours for a moment longer, and the air between you grew charged. There was something magnetic about the way he looked at you, something you hadn’t expected from someone who’d described himself as an introvert.

"So," you said after a beat, trying to shift the mood, "what’s your take on this whole ESTP-INTJ pairing? Because, let’s face it, we are nothing alike."

San smirked, leaning back in his chair, but his eyes never left you. "Maybe we’re not alike in the conventional sense. But I don’t think that means we can’t complement each other."

You blinked, your thoughts momentarily scattered. "You really think so?"

He nodded, his smirk deepening into something a little more sincere. "I do. I think our differences could be... a good thing."

You stared at him, surprised by his honesty—and how quickly it seemed to spark something in you. The conversation had shifted from playful to something with real depth, and you couldn’t deny that you were starting to enjoy this unexpected connection more than you anticipated.

"So, we’re opposites in all the right ways?" you said, your voice softer now.

San’s gaze softened as he gave a slow nod. "Exactly. And I’m starting to think that’s a good thing."

You smiled, feeling a flutter in your chest that you couldn’t quite explain. The night was far from over, but in this moment, you knew one thing for sure: this blind date was turning into something far more interesting than either of you had expected.

"Guess we’ll just have to see where this goes," you said, your voice a little lighter now, and he nodded, his eyes still on you, his smile a little more genuine than before.

And as the conversation continued, you couldn’t help but feel like you were on the edge of something new—something that might just be worth exploring.

—

An hour had passed since they started their date. San had called the waiter over and casually ordered drinks for them. “Maybe it’s time for another drink,” San said with a playful grin, glancing at you. You raised your eyebrows, a bit surprised at the suggestion. “I’m actually good with just tea,” you replied, giving him a small smile.

San looked at you for a moment, almost as if he were processing your words. Then, with a wink, he spoke up. “Tea? Alright, I’ll take care of the wine then.” 

The waiter arrived, and San ordered a bottle of Merlot for himself, while you stuck to your choice of tea. As the waiter left, you couldn’t help but feel a little out of place with San’s relaxed confidence. “You don’t drink much, huh?” San asked as he settled back into his seat. You laughed nervously, lifting your cup of tea. “Not really, but I can handle a glass every now and then,” you said, still unsure about the wine.

San smirked, clearly enjoying teasing you. “It’s just wine. You’re not gonna get drunk off of one glass. Relax, we’re on a date now.”

You couldn’t help but smile, feeling the playful tension between you two. But beneath the surface, you started to wonder if San might be getting bored with all your talk about personality tests and MBTI. You didn’t want him to think you were too much.

The conversation shifted into a more comfortable rhythm, both of you talking about your respective careers and experiences. Even though the night was still young, it felt like you were both starting to connect on a deeper level.

San took a slow sip of his wine, watching you intently as he set the glass down. “So, I’m curious... with your app and the whole 16Personalities thing, how did you end up creating it? I mean, it’s not every day you meet someone who owns such a well-known platform.”

You smiled, feeling a rush of pride at his curiosity. “It all started back in college,” you began, setting your tea down as you leaned forward slightly. “I’ve always been really into psychology too, even before I knew what MBTI was. I’ve always liked understanding how people tick, you know?”

San nodded, clearly interested. “I get that. It’s kind of like my fascination with how people process emotions. It’s amazing how there’s always so much more beneath the surface.”

You continued, “Exactly! So, when I came across MBTI, I thought it was such a cool way to break down personalities in a structured way. I thought to myself, why not create an app that could help people figure themselves out, and even help others understand each other better?”

San raised an eyebrow. “So you basically turned your passion into a business?”

You grinned, a little sheepish. “Yeah, I guess you could say that. It wasn’t easy, though. There were times when I wasn’t sure it would work. But once the app gained traction, I knew I was onto something. The feedback from users was everything. People were telling me how much they learned about themselves and their relationships—it felt like I was actually making a difference, you know?”

San's gaze softened, his admiration for you evident. “That’s incredible. You built something that has real impact. I can see why you’re so passionate about it.”

You looked away for a second, a little bashful under his intense stare. “Thanks. It’s definitely a lot of work. But it’s worth it, especially when people reach out to say how much it’s helped them.”

San nodded, then leaned in slightly, his voice lowering a little. “And you’ve clearly done well for yourself. I have to admit, I admire your drive. You’re doing something that not only challenges you, but also helps people in a meaningful way.”

You felt a slight warmth flush through you at his words, unsure if it was the wine or the genuine sincerity in his tone. “I guess I’ve always been the kind of person who wants to make a difference, even if it’s just in small ways.”

San’s smile grew, and for a moment, you could feel the connection between you two grow even stronger. “Well, you’re definitely making an impact, no doubt about that.”

You laughed softly, grateful for the compliment but not wanting to dwell on it too much. “Enough about me. You’ve got to tell me more about your work, San. You mentioned helping people with deep emotional struggles—what’s been one of the most challenging cases for you?”

San paused for a moment, his expression turning more thoughtful. “There have been a few,” he said slowly. “But one that really stuck with me was a young woman I worked with. She came in dealing with trauma from her childhood—she was just barely keeping it together. It took months of therapy, but eventually, we made progress. I can’t explain the feeling when someone like that starts to trust you and take steps forward. It’s humbling.”

You were silent for a moment, processing his words. It was clear that San wasn’t just doing his job—he was genuinely invested in his patients. “That must’ve been an incredible moment. I can’t even imagine the kind of impact that had on her life.”

San nodded, his eyes a little distant as he spoke. “It wasn’t easy, but the small victories are what keep me going. It’s not about fixing people—it's about helping them realize they’re capable of healing themselves.”

You were struck by his humility, and for the first time, you noticed how much thought and care he put into his work. “I really respect that,” you said softly. “It sounds like you’ve found your calling.”

San smiled again, this time with a bit more warmth. “I have. And I think you’ve found yours too, with what you’re doing. We’re both in jobs that help people understand themselves better. That’s a pretty cool thing to have in common.”

You chuckled, feeling a little lighter with the connection you were starting to build. “Yeah, it’s pretty crazy that we’re both so into understanding people’s minds in different ways.”

San leaned back in his chair, his eyes still locked on yours. “Not so crazy when you think about it. I mean, you’re an expert at analyzing personalities, and I’m just doing the same thing—just from a different perspective. We’re both into making sense of how people tick.”

You thought about his words, nodding. “True. It’s kind of funny, actually. We’ve spent this entire date talking about MBTI and psychology, and yet, here we are, still learning about each other.”

San’s lips curled into a small smile, and he reached for his wine glass. “I’d say it’s been a pretty interesting date so far.”

You smiled, your heart fluttering a little. “Definitely interesting.”

The waiter returned, placing a new round of drinks on the table, and as the evening continued, the conversation naturally flowed into other topics. But no matter what they talked about, the spark between you two remained—something deeper, something real.

—

The air was a little chilly when they stepped out of the restaurant. San insisted on walking her home since it wasn’t too far, just a few blocks away. They strolled in silence for a moment, until Reader spoke.

“You know… I didn’t expect we’d have so much in common.” 

San turned his head slightly, the corner of his mouth lifting into a subtle smile. “Me neither. I thought this would be just another awkward dinner.” She chuckled. “Same. But finding out we both studied psychology? That was a twist.” 

San nodded. “It felt like I was talking to someone who actually gets it. The burnout, the pressure, the way we’re expected to always ‘have it together’ just because we understand the mind.”

“Exactly,” she agreed. “It’s comforting, honestly.” They stopped at a crosswalk. The streetlight cast a warm glow on both of them. “You really built your own company,” San said softly. “That’s… impressive.” She shrugged, a little bashful. “You started young too. Becoming a psychologist at twenty-six? That’s wild.”

They exchanged glances—those long, quiet looks that held more than just admiration. Something deeper hummed in the silence. “I didn’t expect to enjoy this night so much,” you admitted. “I was about to say the same,” San replied, taking a slow step closer. “You surprised me.”

“Surprised you how?” 

“You’re bold. Direct. But you listen. I think I needed that.” Y/N’s breath caught slightly as he stepped into her space, their hands brushing briefly. Neither of them moved away. When they reached the steps of her apartment building, they stopped.

“Well,” she said, “this is me.”

San nodded, his eyes not leaving hers. “Right.”

They talked about university days, their mutual burnout stories, professors they both coincidentally knew, and the one shared subject they both geeked out about: human behavior.

“You really took psychology because you wanted to understand people better?” you asked, glancing at him. San nodded. “I was tired of guessing what others were feeling. Understanding the mind felt like power. A quiet kind.”

She smiled. “Same. Though I guess I took it more because I wanted people to understand me.”

San looked at her, a thoughtful pause in his steps. “I think people do. You’re… loud in the best way.” That made her laugh. “Loud?” “You fill the space. With energy. With presence. That’s not a bad thing.” She smiled, genuinely touched.

By the time they reached her apartment, the street was quiet—just the hum of distant cars and the soft flicker of the streetlamp above them. She turned to face him at her doorstep.

“Well, this is home,” she said, a little breathless. He stayed where he was for a second, hands in the pockets of his coat. “You said you weren’t sure about blind dates.” “Yeah,” she replied, chuckling. “I stand corrected.” They stared at each other. There was tension—warm, expectant.

“I’d really like to see you again,” San said slowly.

“I’d really like that too.”

A beat passed. San took a small step closer. “Can I—?”

Y/N didn’t move away. She tilted her head slightly, gaze flicking down to his lips and back to his eyes.That was all the permission he needed.

 He leaned in slowly, testing the space between them, until his lips brushed hers—gentle at first, hesitant. But when she didn’t pull away, his hand came to the side of her face, and the kiss deepened. Slow, sincere, magnetic.

When they finally pulled back, their foreheads rested against each other.

“You’re full of surprises, San.” He smiled. “So are you.” 

She reached for his hand, giving it a squeeze. “Text me when you get home?”

“I will,” he said. “Sweet dreams, beautiful.” She went up the steps with one last glance behind her. San stayed there for a moment, watching until the lights in her apartment turned on.

And for the first time in a long while, he smiled on his walk home. He got so much in love with You, at the first sight of their eyes.

Epilogue - "Crazy Minds" 💘✨

Since that night, San and Y/N had become inseparable. They were officially a couple, and all of it was thanks to INFJ Bestie, who had somehow played matchmaker and found them their perfect match. 

INFJ Bestie, who had pushed Reader into that blind date in the first place, had always known something special was happening between them. "I knew you two were meant to be," INFJ Bestie often said, grinning at the two of them. "I'm basically a genius at this." 

That night, San and Y/N were curled up together on the couch, watching a movie they weren't really paying attention to. It didn’t matter though, because it was just the two of them, talking, laughing, and feeling completely at ease with one another. They weren’t strangers anymore; they were a couple, comfortable in each other’s presence.

San, who had kept his feelings close to his chest, finally opened up. “You know, I didn’t expect us to get this far. I never thought I’d have a relationship like this.”

Y/N smiled, eyes sparkling with warmth. “Well… I didn’t think so either. But look at us now. I’m glad we gave this a chance.”

San squeezed their hand a little tighter. “Me too.”

They exchanged a look that said more than words could. And in the quiet that followed, San took a step closer. Their eyes locked, hearts pounding as the space between them closed. Reader felt their breath hitch as San stepped in even closer, and without a word, their lips met in a kiss. It was slow, soft, but meaningful.

It wasn’t just a kiss. It was a kiss filled with intimacy, the kind of kiss that said everything they hadn’t been able to say aloud. The kiss deepened, slow and tender, magnetic in a way neither of them had expected. 🌙💕

He had fallen in love with her the moment their eyes met. 💖✨

And that’s how INTJ x ESTP combined through relationships, FOREVER.

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thank u for ur time & for reading this fic!

[solreach]

Can't a guy just be lost and pathetic?

The very first clip of him, Kieran is getting slapped left to right by Colm. A grown man cowering and probably immediately taking back his words, it must be a ego boast to Colm.

I believe him when he says how he joined, like any other person does. Now I am nothing but a humble law abiding tumblr user but "die or join us" is the average 'invitation' to a gang. Sometimes it being even harsher. Kieran is a Irish immigrant and a pretty good beggar. Emphasis on the first part, Colm does take Irish immigrants in for his gang.

I won't deny Kieran most likely took jobs on behalf on the gang, he clearly knows how to use a gun. But with all of the many people Colm takes in why would you want Kieran right by your side. Kieran was being chased down by a stranger (Arthur Morgan) who wanted who knows want and Kieran didn't bother to so much pull out a gun, just immediate surrender. Not much of a sharpshooter. Colm has got a hold on these people like no other, as said by one of the O'Driscoll's in their camps. I rather have one of those guys instead of Kieran if I was Colm, no offense to Kieran.

Kieran was on edge the entire time we seen him, so we don't see when he's not in fear for his life. His jittery or his sort of meek behavior also does not let up. When's he's talking to Mary-Beth or any other time, there's not any sinister slip up with his personality. Again, I'm sure he could get a job done but not the best for someone who is speculated to be Colm's guy.

Take this next part with a grain of salt since I am not sure if this voice line is in game or just unused files. Most likely the latter. "O'Driscoll's had me carry water damn near a mile." Then he offers help in carry it. Anyways it does play into his story of his rank in the gang and gives the impression that he was always meant to be a stables hand. A man doing the gangs dirty work, quite literally. Cleaning out stables, taking care of the horses, and carrying water buckets.

Which leads me into bringing up why he knew their money was hiding in the chimney. Who cares the stable guy knows, it's not as if Kieran was going to do anything with that information while in the gang. He's the whipping boy for the O'Driscolls and surely wouldn't want to go against the formidable Colm.

The game doesn't really give reason to believe he is anything else, especially because it doesn't matter all that much. It doesn't change his fate. The same goes with Karen's fate. There's no reason to believe otherwise with how her story ended. They just end.

[lover-of-mine]

https://www.tumblr.com/lover-of-mine/783209719321051136/tim-said-we-werent-gonna-see-eddie-getting-the

I’ve actually been wondering this for days now.

Because we saw with the stills we were supposed to see Buck bringing groceries into the station. We were supposed to see Buck looking in the fridge at all the take out. There was supposed to be a talk between Gerard and Buck.

And then none of it made it into the episode.

And one of the biggest complaints over the last month has been them constantly focusing on the wrong scenes and the wrong characters in 14-16. Like the fact we knew more of how upset Gerard was over Bobby’s death than some of the main characters was insane. And then the absolute backlash (rightfully) over Eddie not being there and then the even greater backlash (also rightfully) when Tim said he thinks Eddie finds out from a phone call off screen, and we wouldn’t be seeing him find out onscreen either all also happened.

There was also a lot of rumors floating around of them doing extra filming/reshoots after 15/16. And the fandom has loved to throw around the words “damage control” with all the upcoming ryliver/buddie promo (which it’s not because they would have had to be set up a while ago) , the more logical realistic thing that would have actually been real damage control in any form, would be those extra filming/reshoots being true and it was to cut the Gerard Buck talk that literally no one wanted or needed, the bringing groceries and seeing the takeout boxes, and adding in us seeing Eddie get the call and his reaction instead.

But we will probably never actually know the real answer at this point on if it was always in the episode and Tim was just lying to no spoil it, or if it was actually true damage control because he was in fact not lying, but the back lash was justifiably bigger and harsher then he assumed and went oh shit and tried to mitigate it.

I mean, I guess. Because Oliver talked about Buck having professional decisions to make and since Hen ends up refusing the Captain's chair, I can't help but wonder if the things with Buck and Gerrard wasn't about Gerrard encouraging Buck to throw his name into the mix for captain in some twisted mentorship thread that picks back up from the beginning of the season and also directly contradicts a conversation Buck had with Bobby and could further Buck's spiral and the way he does feel like everything is falling apart and he doesn't know how to hold it together. Because they clearly cut an arc from Buck in the episode, the stills with Gerrard, the groceries, so maybe they decided they didn't need that in favor of more Character Moments, because we want more conversations and for the grief to be explored and less of the bigoted captain that suddenly isn't anymore because Brad is mean and he really likes hotshots.

Obviously, Tim could've been lying, but everyone was pissed there was no Eddie, why piss off his audience more? He could've just said it would be explored later. I'm sure they weren't expecting the level of backlash they got, but I don't see why he would purposefully feed into it.

And they did wrap the season on Tuesday, so 9 days before the season is set to end, so they were definitely cutting it close, it would be very easy for some of the stuff that they were shooting during the 2 weeks between 815 and 16 to be stuff to try and calm the audience down. So yeah, maybe. Even though those flashbacks did prove they could've added 5 seconds of Eddie getting the call to 815, but I'm guessing they don't want to say who called Eddie.

[gingerteafairy]

Haii Hai!! :33 it's me againn I was wondering if you could pretty please do Todd Haynes with a Witchy/Pagan reader or a reader who's really into Greek mythology?? I love how you write Todd so much 😭

hey, welcome back :333 awww that's so sweet, i loved your idea. do i smell a mini series with this plot? probably... I think he would loooove this type of reader!

𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑶𝒍𝒚𝒎𝒑𝒖𝒔

tags n warnings: fluff, magic, light teasing, nerds in love I fear. word count: 1.7k

It was almost funny—the way that innocent boy stepped into the cabin like he was walking straight into a haunted fairy tale. You’d been watching him since he first wandered into the woods, clutching the straps of his backpack like they were some kind of protective talisman. He kept glancing over his shoulder every few steps, probably giving himself whiplash with how often he looked back.

You knew exactly why he was here: to catch a glimpse of the infamous wicked witch everyone in town whispered about.

You knew Todd. He was that classic nerdy type—awkward around girls, always tucked away in the library or behind a screen. But he was also smart, thoughtful, and sweet in a way that made it dangerously easy to fall for him. And falling too easily was something you always chalked up as a gift from Aphrodite herself. Your crushes never lasted long, but they always burned bright—and right now, Todd was the newest object of your affection.

As soon as you saw him heading toward the cabin, you dashed inside, settling yourself in front of the crystal ball like it was the most natural place for you to be. You waited, heart fluttering, for the sound of a knock. When the footsteps finally stopped, a timid knock followed—so soft, it sounded almost afraid to exist.

"Come in," you called out, barely managing to keep a giggle from slipping through your lips. The butterflies in your stomach were already fluttering like crazy.

No answer.

You frowned slightly but didn’t move, keeping your gaze trained on the door. Slowly, it creaked open, and there he was—standing in the doorway like a deer caught in headlights, trying desperately to look brave but failing to stop the nervous twitch in his shoulders.

“Yes?” you smiled.

“Um… excuse me… I—can I come in?” he asked, voice unsteady, shifting from one foot to the other like the floor was made of lava.

"Do you think you should come in?" you teased, your voice dripping with playful challenge.

It clearly didn’t land the way you'd hoped—his eyes went wide and he froze, visibly swallowing the lump in his throat.

“I… I… you… y-you said to come in. I think,” he stammered, blinking slow and unsure.

“Well then…” you murmured, tilting your head slightly as he glanced back one last time—just to make sure no monsters (or town gossips) were behind him—before finally stepping inside and gently pushing the door closed.

He stood there awkwardly, still near the threshold, his hands twitching at his sides, not sure what to do with himself—or his feet.

“Well, I… I heard that you… I wanted to ask you something…” he began, his hands flailing awkwardly in the air.

“Sitting costs the same as standing,” you chirped, watching how much effort it took for him just to exist in your presence. “Kidding. Take a seat and introduce yourself—name and date of birth.”

“Oh, right.” He let out a nervous chuckle and shuffled forward, lowering himself slowly onto the cushion across from your table like he was afraid it might bite him. “Todd Haynes. February nineteenth. So… I heard you’re a witch. And I wanted to make a request.”

“Pisces. Did you know Hecate was the goddess of magic?” you interrupted gently, letting your fingers trace the smooth surface of the crystal ball like it was something sacred.

“Would it be presumptuous if I said yes?” He gave you a sheepish look as your eyebrows lifted in surprise. “Sorry. Please don’t kill me.”

“Don’t worry. I just didn’t expect anyone else to actually know that.” You laughed softly, tilting your head as you studied him—especially now that his shoulders were starting to lose some of that defensive tension. “Then you probably also know that Circe and Medea were famous witches too.”

“Yeah, especially Circe.” He nodded and adjusted how he sat, pulling his legs into a more comfortable position. “I had to read The Odyssey back in middle school… ended up kinda liking all those myth books.”

“Well now, they’re not just stories,” you said with a proud smile, your gaze locked onto his. He tried to meet it—really tried—but you could see the flicker of panic in his eyes as he quickly glanced away.

“Of course not. They’re absolutely real. The truest truths out there,” he blurted, a little too fast, like a rabbit trying to convince the wolf he wasn’t worth the chase.

“You don’t have to believe in any of it, Todd,” you said, leaning back against the wall, your tone light but watchful. “Still… there’s something kind of magical about Greek mythology, isn’t there? They were just people. Messy, flawed people. They got jealous, vengeful, obsessed… Narcissus fell in love with himself. Which is hilarious, honestly. You probably know people like that.”

“Oh yeah. For sure. That’s basically the entire internet,” he replied, finally daring to rest one arm on the table—still careful not to get too close to the crystal ball.

That made you smile. He was loosening up. Bit by bit.

“It’s those little things that make these stories so special,” you softened, a genuine warmth behind your voice. “I’m really glad to talk to someone who shares the same passion.”

“Greek mythology had a huge influence on Western culture…” he continued, his tone drifting slightly like his thoughts were pulling him somewhere else.

There was something different in his posture now—lighter, as if the room itself was gently guiding him closer to you.

“There are games, movies, comics… all built around the Greek hero’s journey. Like losing your parents, being illegitimate, or having some overwhelming power you don’t understand… A lot of it all started with the Iliad.”

He paused for a breath, deep and steady.

“So… I guess I owe them a lot with Batman, Superman, Spiderman and all the stuff.”

“Then… what’s your request?” you asked, your eyes never leaving him, voice smooth as a warm breeze crossing a moonlit field.

Todd hesitated. His fingers began to tap nervously along the edge of the table. The silence between you both thickened, like even the cabin itself had paused to listen, holding its breath.

“Well…” He cleared his throat, glancing at the floor before back at you. “Don’t laugh.”

“That depends. Is it funny?”

“I’m not sure yet. Maybe later,” he muttered, then took another breath, as if bracing himself. “I want… a spell.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “A spell for what, exactly?”

“For courage,” he answered, eyes closing briefly. “Like… something to help me confess to someone. Without sounding like a complete idiot or a jerk… I don't know. I have liked this girl for a long time since highschool and now she's in college. I miss her a lot and wanted to tell before I don't know, my friends kill me with more jokes.”

You smiled—that kind of smile that was part witch, part goddess, and part girl with a heart melting like candlewax. The air around you both seemed to lean in, holding onto every syllable.

“How adorable,” you beamed, eyes shining with quiet amusement. “I’m almost jealous of this girl.”

“What?” His eyes widened in panic. “No, no! It’s for you!”

A crack of thunder rolled through the air outside—deep and sudden, despite the clear sky just moments before.

Todd’s face went pale. “Was that… you?”

You tilted your head, pretending to ponder, as if your heart wasn't almost burning with happiness. “Might’ve been Zeus having fun at my expense. He’s awful when it comes to unrequited love.”

Todd blinked. “Unrequited?”

“That depends…” you murmured, leaning slowly over the table, your voice softening into something secretive—like you were letting the universe in on a private whisper. “If you ask me properly, maybe I’ll agree to cast the spell.”

He swallowed hard. “H-how do you ask properly?”

You let the silence hang for just a moment, then stood with graceful purpose. The hem of your dress rippled around your legs, weightless, as if the air itself parted for you. You crossed the room toward a small shelf and retrieved a delicate glass vial filled with golden liquid, along with a handful of dried petals that shimmered and shifted color in the candlelight.

“You need to place your intention here,” you guided, handing him a small blank scroll and a quill. “Write the person’s name—and what you wish to say to them.”

He hesitated, glancing from the scroll to you. “Even if that person’s in the room?”

“Especially if they are,” you whispered, your smile curling with a quiet mischief.

Todd’s hands trembled slightly as he took the quill. After a few moments of anxious stillness, he began to write. When he finished, he folded the paper with care and placed it gently in the center of the table.

With a flick of your wrist, the candles around the room extinguished one by one, plunging the space into shadows. Only the crystal ball remained lit, glowing in deep violet hues that pulsed like a heartbeat.

You scattered the petals over the folded scroll, let a few drops of the golden liquid fall, and began to speak—low and lyrical—words in ancient Greek spilling from your lips like a forgotten hymn.

The smoke that rose was warm and sweet, glittering softly as it spiraled upward, twisting and twirling like it danced to a melody only the stars could hear.

“It is done,” you announced, rich with power. But then you smiled, the moment cracking open with a playful gleam. “You’re officially enchanted.”

“Enchanted as in… like, magic?”

“Enchanted as in… by me.”

Todd blushed so hard he looked like he might burst into flames. “Yeah, I think… I think the spell’s already working.”

“You didn’t need a spell, Todd,” You stepped closer, and the smoke curled around you both, drawing in as if to wrap you together in something unseen but undeniable. “You just needed to show up.”

“Well… then can I come back tomorrow?” he asked, his crooked, hopeful smile lighting up his whole face.

“Of course,” you replied, your fingers brushing lightly against the sleeve of his shirt. “But be careful. Witches have a terrible habit of stealing hearts without asking first.”

He swallowed again.

“Too late for that, I think.”

“Good,” you whispered. “I promise I’ll take good care of it.”

And in the quiet that followed, filled only by the shimmer of fading magic and the sound of two hearts beating a little faster, something between you both shifted—like a wish being granted before it was even spoken.

[zarathelonewolf]

The following was originally written in the Bleach community. I am posting it outside of it because I was hurrying. Someone wanted help restructuring the house and I posted it on the community, which I had been browsing, instead of outside.

On Ichigo's sword

have only recently become a Bleach fan, but there was recently a controversy on a video with a guy that I do not know at all (I do not watch many YouTubers, only Markiplier and Senshin and a few others but they are in my mother tongue and not English). There was an Ethan (the one who was harassed perhaps?) and an Hasan (the one who caused the controversy) and I have no clue what is fully happening, I only know certain things. I lost the post on the Bleach subreddit in which fans were speaking about this.

Apparently this Hasan guy made a video in which he spoke about Ichigo's sword. Except that he did not speak of Ichigo. He merely called it "the swastika sword". He only bought it because of the swastika on the hilt, not because he is a fan of Bleach, from what I could gather. This man has a history of harassing a Jewish person. And generally having anti-semitic content apparently? Aside from the harassing? I do believe from what I have read about people criticizing him that he is tarnishing the Pro-Palestine movement he proclaims he is a part of and I agree with the critics.

I myself am Pro-Palestine but I do not claim this guy as what the movement should represent. I denounce him. Harassing someone is bad. AFAIK he is prejudiced against Jewish people in general, so perhaps he is using the pro Palestine movement as a mask to conceal it. Which is awful. In fact he says he is not truly a Bleach fan essentially, because he did not even watch it until the point Ichigo gets his bankai. So he simply "found the sword cool" and bought it.

Nevertheless, this controversy sparked some doubts in me that maybe the community can answer to. What do you guys think about the swastika/manji on Ichigo's sword? Is it bad? It it ok? I want to know what the community here on Tumblr thinks of this.

I am personally OK with this specific use of the symbol because it's not really supposed to be a Nazi swastika, it's a Buddhist symbol referring to good luck and prosperity* (square and facing the opposite way of the hakenkreuz) and its Japanese version, the manji. And also Japanese media gives the symbol a different meaning than the West does, and theoretically, they should be allowed to? Because the symbol was stolen from them by the Nazi**. And the swastika itself did not only belong in the West, it has appeared in many other cultures all over the world: so it is one swastika (the Nazi one, the one that "spins"/is a rhombus/idk how to explain it) that should be avoided, not the others.

In Ichigo's case it symbolizes his journey and his existence as an incredibly powerful being (the manji AFAIK mean luck, and it is a blessing from Buddha). And this youtuber/content creator clearly did not mean to respect its original meaning, he simply thought "swastika sword go antisemitic and so triggers a Jewish youtuber I have beef with brrrr" and took it.

Idk what do you guys think? Am I wrong? I am probably gonna ask the same thing on Reddit when I have time. Because I lost the original post where this was discussed.

*I had written Buddhist sauwastika here, down below is the explanation for why I changed it.

**it was also stolen from Hindu tradition.

EDIT: although the discussion I had with a person in the comments left me upset, so that is why some of the comments are not present anymore (we were arguing for too long and clearly mistaking what each other was saying so I blocked them because I feared the argument could escalate too much and I was about to have a panic attack lol), I admit that my wording was kind of bad on this post when it comes to a specific aspect of it.

Please know that it is best to define the symbol I refer to as Manji directly, instead of naming it a Buddhist sauwastika or swastika. That is because swastika, associated with Buddhism, might make it seem like it still needs comparing with the Nazi swastika, which is it's bastardization... even though the Manji symbol has a non discriminatory meaning in its original cultural use. The word swastika risks tainting it, and being a harmful way of defining the symbol, because it risks attracting people that will try and tie the Manji back to Nazism, which should not be done: Manji should indeed be able to be considered it's own symbol and "Buddhist swastika" may sound diminishing. I am sorry if my wording upset anyone. Please know, the proper term is Manji when it comes to the Buddhist symbol in Japan, and thusly, the symbol present on Ichigo's sword. I recognize my mistake in naming it a Buddhist swastika/Hindu swastika.

[callalillywrites]

At the Ball

Written for @steverogersbingo. D1 - Historical.

Steve Rogers Masterlist | Steve Rogers Bingo | Main Masterlist

Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!Feader

Word Count: 1387

Summary: Steve's at a ball in your honor at the behest of one of your brothers. It's here that his life may change in ways he never considered.

Warnings: pining Steve; (un)requited attraction; fluff; lmk if i missed anything

A/N: This is another story I'd like to come back and further develop at a later date, but that'll probably only happen if there's enough interest.

I do not give permission to have my works copied, translated, reposted, or fed into an AI machine.

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Steve missed you.

It didn't matter he hadn't seen you in nearly ten years. Even after such a long time, he still missed you.

That's how much you'd changed his life in such a short amount of time. Less than an afternoon, and you'd captured his heart and his mind from that point on.

You'd saved him that day, and he never got the chance to thank you.

Your eldest brother had whisked you away before he could. He'd been adamant on giving you the education your parents wanted for you, something befitting a young lady compared to the heathen you'd become.

Steve hadn't thought you much a heathen. No, you were more like an angel. His angel.

His scrawny legs couldn't keep up with your brother's carriage, but he tried. Boy, he tried.

Seeing the carriage pull you further out of sight, he'd used what little air he had left to shout your name.

He hadn't thought it would be enough, but it must've. You glanced back. Your eyes met his even as he stumbled along the cobbled street. A sad smile settled upon your lips that moved but he couldn't make out the words. Your hand came up in farewell, and he returned it the best he could. His knees buckled beneath him and sent him down for the final time, his head dropping to his chest.

His stepfamily would be waiting, he knew.

The thought of returning to them churned his stomach. All the work you'd done cleaning him up. Your sweet smile and righteous anger at them would soon flame out, becoming but a distant memory.

Yet what choice did he ultimately have?

No one would take in someone like him. That's something that had been drummed into him since the day his mama died. He was good and stuck, and he knew it even as he hated admitting it.

A hand came to gently rest on his sunken shoulder that day.

The same hand gently clapped that same shoulder ten years later, pulling him out of his thoughts.

"Steven, I would've expected you to be out there dancing," his benefactor said, his voice only slightly tinged with amusement. "I didn't get you the finest clothing my money could buy for you to sit in the shadows."

Steve met his benefactor's gaze and bit back a groan. That slight tinge of amusement in his voice was nothing compared to the mischief in his benefactor's eyes. Shaking his head, Steve retorted, "I'm not sitting in the shadows, sir. I'm simply waiting to find the right partner."

"Wouldn't dancing accomplish the same? How can you find the right partner if you don't, shall I say, try them out?" His benefactor's gaze swept across the room then. His lips perking up at the corners after a moment as he added, "Or maybe it's that you already know who you want and fear making a fool of yourself?"

Following his benefactor's gaze, Steve's entire body stiffened.

Even with a mask in place and ten years having passed, a flash of recognition zipped through him. Your hair might've been longer than the last time he'd seen you, but the color remained the same. The softer lines of your face have also shifted, but the overall shape was still so clearly yours. Then, there were your eyes. They held a bit more knowledge, but they didn't lose their merry twinkle or that spark of mischief as you gazed around the room.

"Shall I reintroduce you then?" His benefactor asked, clearly enjoying this moment. "After all, I'm sure my dear sister would love to see the man you've become since that day."

Steve shook his head. "It's not necessary, sir. A street urchin like me would never be worthy of her company."

"Ah, I see my elder brother got to you. Even after so many years, you've taken his words to heart."

There was a warm sympathy in his benefactor's voice, something Steve didn't really want, but he had no recourse. It was true he'd grown into an acceptable man within society, but he'd never be considered of the genteel class. While he might be worthy of a woman in his lower ranks, he'd never be worthy of someone like you.

"Do you know why I took you in after her departure?"

Steve shook his head.

"Aside from that despicable man you called stepfather, I saw fire in you. I saw an intelligence that even the most powerful men in the upper ranks wished they had. I even saw the way you protected my sister that day when she confronted your stepfather and brothers. I witnessed the severe blows you'd taken in her stead. Already bloodied and bruised from another fight, you still stood up to them so my sister wouldn't have to experience it."

Pink suffused Steve's cheeks.

This had to be the most effusive defense he'd ever heard uttered about him. To hear it from his benefactor's mouth, it threatened to humble him in ways that nothing ever had before. The fact it wasn't lost on him how much his benefactor admired him stood out the most.

As if to further that admiration, his benefactor turned towards him and grinned wider, adding, "It's for these very reasons that I raised you up as I have. You are a respectable man, Steven Rogers, and I find you quite worthy of my sister. Should you decide to pursue her and win her over, that is. I can only get you so far in her eyes. It'll be up to you to earn her trust, and dare I say, her heart. If you earn that, then you'll be the richest among us."

Prepared to ruminate on his benefactor's kind words and even his approval, Steve wasn't prepared for the older man to grab his arm and haul him across the ballroom. His benefactor didn't stop until they both stood just to the right of you and your friend.

"There you are, dear sister," his benefactor said with a wide grin on his features. "I'd like to introduce you to my assistant, Grant Rogers. He's proving quite shy this evening, so I brought him over in the hopes you might share a dance with him."

Hearing his middle name used instead of his first, Steve almost missed the speculative gleam that entered your eyes. The way you studied him had him almost fidgeting within the loosening hold of his benefactor. His lack of experience with women did him little good in this instance as he awaited whatever assessment you made of him.

He didn't have a clue that you'd recognized him as he had you. Despite the distance of the room, you'd seen his blue eyes. They were quite distinctive. No other guy you knew had ever had blue eyes quite like his. Those eyes had haunted your dreams for years. All of him had though you'd been quite unprepared for the way his skinny body to have filled out as well as it had.

When you smiled, his heart skipped a beat.

His knees nearly buckled when you nodded, saying, "It'd be my pleasure as long as the gentleman is willing. Are you willing, sir?"

The question stole his breath. Your eyes grew big, pleading, as if he were doing you the greatest favor, not the other way around.

Whether he nodded or not, he wouldn't ever remember.

But he'd never forget the way your hand felt as it slipped around his arm, settling in the slight crook of his elbow. It felt as though it belonged there even as you tugged him gently toward the dance floor.

"Follow my lead," you whispered so only he'd hear, but it was enough to have him swearing fealty to you and only you.

He'd follow you anywhere if you asked him to.

The dance steps proved simple enough as he kept pace with you.

It was only when you smiled at him that he'd miss a step, nearly stamping on your toes once, but he slowly got the hang of it. The song came to an end too soon, but he needn't fear as you asked, "One more? We did start that one near its end."

The flimsy excuse was enough to make his smile stretch to match yours.

"I'd really like that."

[optimisticmiraclefest]

Alright, what does it have to do with her and Chu Zhao? Why waste time on someone who isn’t very important?

Oooh I so wish he could hear her thoughts lol that's one hell of a burnnnn

Now she understood. Chu Zhao was clearly flirting with her openly and shamelessly, more so than before. He Yan lowered her head and looked at her own hands. Had it been so long since she had displayed her martial arts skills in public that people had forgotten her ability to shatter stones with her fists?

Xiao Jue had a two-lifetime connection with her, but what about Muyi and Chu Zhao? They barely exchanged a few words, and yet they casually claimed to “like” her. Wasn’t that a bit too casual?

He Yan was momentarily stunned. She had never considered that liking someone required a reason. Liking was simply liking; there didn’t need to be a specific why. If she had to say something, it was probably because Xiao Jue was just too good. He noticed when she wanted to eat loquats and secretly put them in her bag, he changed the strong wine to sweet rose dew for her, and when he knew she couldn’t lift a knife in the academy, he deliberately chose a teacher who omitted knife techniques. Seeing her seasick, he gave her seasickness medicine, pretending it was poison… and so on. Strangely, he seemed to have never been treated gently by anyone, yet he knew how to take care of others tenderly.

After some thought, she smiled and said, “I didn’t have a good reputation in the past, and there weren’t many people who treated me well. So, I remember every person who treated me well. Later, I found out that all those who treated me well were the same person. How could I not like him?”

I love how she shuts him up like that, he acts so entitled like "I like you so you should like me back"- as if he didn't specifically scheme against her bc she was "Xiao Jue's weakness"

“Commander Xiao arrived so quickly,” Chu Zhao sighed and stood up, smiling. “It almost succeeded.” He Yan’s face changed drastically. Almost succeeded? What almost succeeded? This was not the time to say such misleading words! “No, no!” He Yan hurriedly explained, “It didn’t succeed from the beginning, really!”

Seee this is why she doesn't like him- that scheming snake ugh

He took another step forward, “The first time I picked a loquat was for you, the first time I taught someone swordsmanship was for you,” another step, “the first time I helped someone with medicine was for you, the first time I gave someone candy was also for you.” He advanced even closer, pressuring her, “The first time I coaxed a girl, the first time I lied for someone, was also for you.” “I’ve thought about it. The first person I liked should also be you.” He Yan was forced against the stone wall behind her, with no room to retreat. She raised her head, and all she could see was his slightly smiling eyes. “Miss He, have you confirmed it now?”

Aaaaaaaaaa

He Yan's death is pretty painful, reminds me of Xue Fangfei's death......

Xue Fangfei used her wits to try surviving the poisoning attempts while He Yan being blinded both literally and metaphorically to the poisoning, died fighting, a true soldier- like using a willow branch to beat up ten men at once??? While being poisoned enough to spit out blood??? How badass is that!! Still tragic that a heroic female general died locked up in a backyard tho....

Even the crappy husbands are the same, both pretended they are in so much mourning ugh

[itadooori]

yea i rewatched the s1 finale. did a lil doodle about it

[huitandahalf]

I know that we got plenty of options as to how everything with the Ender King is going to go down, but a thought that has not left my mind was the idea of the Ender King downing qPhil in some way and taking him away. Which means there would be a chat message for all to see :)

For example :)

[keets-writing-corner]

guess who's still thinking about Lucifer >.<

anyways thought it'd be fun, given my previous post about his dissociation with conversations, to try and guess what his takeaways were from his phone call with Charlie based on his reactions

Maybe I'm wrong about what he's catching and what he's missing but either way I had fun

strike through= what he missed bold=what he caught neither bold nor strikethrough= he might've heard it/made it out through the white noise, but not enough to connect the dots RED= only heaven is in red cuz you cannot convince me otherwise that that's not a trigger word for him

Idk thought it’d be fun to try and guess what Lucifer is ACTUALLY hearing with his dissociation filter on let's GO

Lucifer: [insert absolute fail of hello]

Charlie: Hi Dad! Lucifer: Hey! How are ya? Oh! Wh-wh-where are you these days? Charlie: You know where I am, Dad… I’ve told you before…

Lucifer: You hAve? Oh. yeah Uh, erm well I um uh

Charlie: I told you when you called me five months ago! Or did you not listen?

Lucifer: No no no just forgot! I just forgot. I’ve been really busy with you know… um. iMpOrTanT tHiNgS

Charlie: Well I’m actually running a hotel to rehabilitate sinners, maybe you saw our commercial?

Lucifer: No? Sadly I… missed it!  Lucifer: You know I haven’t been watching much TV lately! Scrambles the brain!  Lucifer: but hey! A hotel! Fun!

Charlie: Listen, Dad, I’ve got kinda… a big ask?

Lucifer: -spit take- Yeah?! Of course! Anything in my power is yours for the asking you just name it

Charlie: I need to speak to heaven! Well, whoever’s in charge up there above Adam above anybody, I need to go to the top!

Lucifer: NO Lucifer: no no no no Lucifer: That’s uhahah no…

Charlie: Look! Dad! I don’t ask you for much. I never have, but this-this is really important to me. It’s the most important thing I’ve ever done and I… need… you… I need your help

Lucifer: I-... I don’t know Charlie

Charlie: Please just- Come see what I’m trying to do. You’ll see why it’s a really good idea and heaven is bound to agree if I get the chance to talk to them

Charlie: Please dad

Lucifer: wait… you’re… INVITING ME OVER??? Lucifer: ABSOLUTELY Lucifer: I’LL BE THERE IN AN HOUR

___

so yeah, he can semi follow along but like crucial bits and pieces ARE being left out

[directdogman]

I figured I'd reblog + share my own thoughts because this was a fun read and there's some really solid character analysis here that deserves to be seen by more people and shows someone who clearly pays a lot of attention to DT's narrative. It mainly focuses on the route content itself, where Gingi only knows each datable for a few days, so I figured I'd mention how both interpretations are actually correct, but specifically when you account for time.

The point about Randy is eternally solid. His newest scene in Roger's route shows him agreeing to take part in a predatory business to scrape his way out of poverty and while he's very submissive to Gingi, he intends to profit from something he knows is evil. Randy is NOT pure. I wouldn't call him malicious or unkind, but a lot of his words come from what he sees as self-preservation.

His attitude in his Roger's route cameo is 'fuck the system, what do I have to lose?', which introduces the dynamic for how the rest of Roger's employees react to the scam later on. And need we forget the bad endings of his route where he brandishes his iconic hammer? Randy is, on the surface, someone who will take anything that life throws his way with complete submission. However, Randy does have a breaking point and if he reaches it... All hell breaks loose. And yes, the point about the route centering around Randy's own agency is very important.

Oliver IS very confident but as pointed out, we do see some scenes of him second-guessing himself in the route. It's important to note that during the route, he doesn't know Gingi very well and is concerned about making a good impression and not scaring Gingi off by being too weird for Gingi, a fun inversion of the usual dynamic (not that Gingi cares if ITS weird ofc.)

The key thing to understand is that Oliver is kind of a pack animal in a sense. He derives confidence from those around him. I think it's fair to say that with more time in the group, Oliver WOULD be less self-conscious with strangers, knowing his friends would back him no matter what. I could still picture him acting confident when speaking to strangers with his friends around, but showing the same aforementioned insecurity on occasion when speaking to group members 1:1, desperate not to lose the favour of the group. In that way, late-game Oliver isn't that much unlike Callum Crown. The group would change everyone in subtle ways over time, as the DT characters are still evolving as people :)

The point about Karen is interesting. The emphasis on her rashness/jealousy is definitely very much valid and a great point to make. She is very much protective of what she sees as hers, but I do feel this could lead to situations where she automatically becomes the voice of reason in the group. The group is made up of Randy, Oliver, Gingi, Bigfoot, Norm + Karen. Because Oliver and Gingi are both fairly reckless, Randy has a tendency to panic/screw things up and she already has a dynamic of feeding Bigfoot (a dynamic of care) and he startles easily, this kind of has her + Norm having to think responsibly for the group, with Norm's father instincts and Karen's older sister instincts kicking in.

That being said, Karen's base personality is very much still there and in certain situations, like if the group was threatened or critically disrespected by something, I feel Norm would probably have to hold her back to avoid her clawing someone's head open. I should also note that DT's narrative (eg, Dietown) implies that Karen is as close as Randy (if not CLOSER) to completely snapping and having a psychological breakdown before Gingi intervenes and she quits her job. That's probably important to note.

I also completely agree about wanting to see more Norm + Mingus stuff as they're great characters! Norm's a little tricky because he only appears at the end of the game, and I've been a bit squeamish about doing ANYTHING after the ending of the game since I already have fairly detailed plans for what happen NEXT that continue very shortly from where DT leaves off (which would be prime sequel real estate!) But, I'm sure I'll think of something.

I'm currently writing a little Mingus fanfic to explain some of how she ended up where she has (first part is here), but yeah, Mingus is critically underrated and a very fun/complex character. She's actually in my top 3 favourite DT characters (with Gingi + Crown), which is saying something, given how much I like the other datables! It's a bare lead, but worth noting all the same.

Great analysis though! Made me smile seeing how much thought someone put into the characters :)

gimme 1 and 17 dialtown ☎️

hiiiii griffin i hope you're having a good time at graduation. probably not since u sent this ask but hey man i get i too was on my phone during graduation. anyway

1. the character everyone gets wrong

oh boy where do i start with this. i mean like. tee bee aych i feel like most people have a fundamental misunderstanding of randy. like he's not pathetic for pathetics sake he kind of intentionally puts himself in the worst situations imaginable to feed his worldview of everything being bad for Him specifically and no one else. the fandom kind of babygirls him? like treats him softer and generally makes him more of a shy uwu guy rather than a person stuck deeply in his own fractured worldview that is intentionally letting himself get worse. like randy's whole route is about making him realize his happiness is His Choice, His Decision and not a work of fate/luck/unseen outside force that he has to relinquish control to, and everyone just goes "yeah but what if we make him sopping wet uwu yaoibait guy with oliver".

speaking of oliver i feel like EEEEEEEEEVERYBODY makes him way too wacky and not actually grounded. like, despite his many odd mannerisms and such, he is still one of the few characters who has a job and is able to Maintain That throughout his route (though, of course, in the good route it changes). oliver is a pretty stable guy, all things considered. sure he talks funny and has a general inclination for the ridiculous, but a lot of people kinda coke him up and let him run loose like he's a wild animal. and i think it's more fun if you ground him in a place of reality and then let him play. instead of being the guy to drag people into stuff, let him be a part of a scenario and see what his reactions are. much more fun. also i feel like a lot of people forget how, like, awkward he is? like he tends to apologize when he says really outlandish/forward shit and seems to view Himself as a "freak" in a way that would suggest he's aware of how he stands in comparison to most people. like dude knows he's weird, and that's not Always a good thing.

and yknow what while im talking about the main dateables i would be remiss to bring up karen because like. WOW. i mean this is a problem with most fandom spaces unfortunately but the way people straightman her is so fucking sad. like people forget she literally quit her job on a Whim because someone vaguely suggested leaving and she went full throttle. karen is impulsive and karen makes bad decisions based on rash judgments and she is generally not that hard to goad into doing something stupid. i mean, she agreed to a date with gingi. twice! that takes some real loose grips on impulse control to just go along with that. like sure she is a bit more deadpan than, say, oliver, but she does have a sense of humor. she likes to use sarcasm! she has wit she has sass. also she is like. INSANELY jealous and i feel like a lot of people dont hone in on that aspect of her being the reason why she is sometimes so rash. she is fiercely protective of those she considers "hers". she wanted to Kill A Giraffe because gingi liked it. she is jealous she is rash she is impulsive PLAY IN THE SPACE STOP MAKING HER THE DEADPAN STRAIGHTMAN ITS SO BORINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

okay that's enough of that but just know i could've done it for every character

17. there should be more of this type of fic/art

maybe i am insanely ridiculously biased but there should more content of mingus and norm. or just mingus. or norm. those two are SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO fascinating and i feel like people kinda gloss over that. like they're similar beasts in their rampant paranoia and flawed perspective on callum/the world and they butt heads about it like crazy. generally their dynamic is one of the most interesting parts of chapter 3 to me and i feel like there really isn't enough chapter 3-focused content out there. we should talk about these guys more. and if i have to stand on a podium and take a stand there should be more content of MINGUS. girl is the driving antagonist of AN ENTIRE ARC. BASICALLY THE WHOLE GAME IF YOU THINK ABOUT IT. AND NOOOOOO I DON'T SEE HER ANYWHERE. IS IT BECAUSE SHE DOESN'T FIT IN YOUR FOUND FAMILY DYNAMIC? IS IT BECAUSE SHE'S A WOMAN? I DON'T KNOW I DON'T KNOW HOW TO DIRECT YOU PEOPLE TOWARDS HER BUT I WANT TO. if my brain was functioning at the capacity it was last july i would've written ten million fics about her i have so many days. alas, i don't know if they'll ever happen... (but if people were curious i would gladly share)

but in a slightly more biased take, i think there needs to be more normingus in the world. how we were the chosen few to proclaim the good word of normingus is beyond me. like don't get me wrong i'm happy tryt had its impact but JESUS CHRIST I SHOULD NOT BE THE MOST POPULAR. SOMEONE ELSE COME TRY AND PLAY IN THE SPACE WITH ME. I CAN GIVE YOU IDEAS. I CAN GIVE YOU SO MANY IDEAS.

[quietwingsinthesky]

Lucy lives!au where both lucy and desmond are tensely sitting on the fact that Clay Told Desmond She Is A Templar and neither of them know how to approach this without outing that fact to everyone (Desmond does not want his dad to kill her)

OUGHHHH.

and the way it completely flips the little power dynamic they had going on. because whether desmond likes it or not, whether he wants it or not, lucy's life is now completely at his mercy. one wrong word and. well. they're called assassins for a reason. and while i think there's multiple stories in the series of assassins becoming templars, there's basically none about templars becoming assassins (or assassins again) which tells you about all you need to know about how willing they'd be to let a "traitor" back into their little gang.

and that's just got to feel terrible, right? especially now that desmond knows. if he can just read between the lines of what lucy has told him about vidic from her perspective, what clay has shown him about how she was turned. terrible awful moment of realizing that it's playing out all over again; only now lucy owes her life to him for not giving her over to the assassins. i don't think desmond would like that at all.

and like. to me there is zero question that part of the reason lucy latched onto desmond more than she was probably supposed to according to the whole templar double-agent plan was that he was someone she had a modicum of control over. she was very much in control of the flow of information to him, he owed her for getting him out of abstergo, and in all likelihood, she probably intended to protect him from them as best he could (a track record which does not reflect well on her! considering what happened to clay! but i really do think she intended to.)

so, that is gone. not only is that gone, but her world's been up-ended, again. she's not a quite a templar, not quite an assassin, and oh, right, the sun is still going to explode, and they barely know how they're going to stop it. desmond was in a coma for who knows how long, and now he looks at her different. he knows. and now they're all going to be in close proximity with his dad and her mentor who will not risk the whole world for either of them, shaun's still being twitchy about 'what if desmond was a templar spy' with no idea how close and how far off that assumption is, and there's also that fucking alien isu ghost lady who tried to kill her through desmond! not a fun time for lucy, all things considered.

and like despite that, i think the old dynamic they had still remains. desmond relies on lucy. she's now proven that she's a completely unreliable anchor to reality, but still, she's the one he's got. they started this animus shit together; they're gonna finish it together. lucy is still trying to pull the incredible balancing act of pushing desmond far enough to get what they need without breaking him entirely, something that's getting harder and harder by the day because like. three. well, no, four, huh. haytham, too. so four memory dives in, there's... if not damage, then a disconnect. between desmond and reality. that can't be undone, only managed.

everything that happens already leaves their little team so isolated from the outside world, but alsjdlksa i fucking love the idea of lucy & desmond being even isolated from the other assassins. terrible secret gang.

[volitioncheck]

i think i wouldn’t hate disco elysium’s collage mode nearly as much if it weren’t for 1) the way that it was marketed in such a tasteless, soulless manner, let alone the fact that it was a last ditch distraction from a dead on its feet studio piloted by dumbass thieving execs and released on the day of the court declaration, and 2) those dumbass fucking stickers

like if it had been included with the base game from the start and had been titled something a bit more tasteful and in-line with how i would have liked the feature to be marketed as— something like “exploration mode”, something that perhaps could only be unlocked after completing the game for the first time, AND didn’t have those stupid as hell visually and tonally incongruent with the artstyle stickers, i would have applauded it as a nice little bonus for being able to study and appreciate the 3d models and environments for reference.