#and i can usually at least kind of get what people are getting out of certain things

[wemlygust]

I'm sorry to be this person but I really think this one is AI.

The video is 9 seconds long, aka exactly typical AI continuous shot video length. Trying to keep AI video visually consistant and believable beyond 10 seconds of continuous/uncut video gets really, really difficult and expensive (thus the subscription services people use to prompt AI videos typically limit generated videos to 10 seconds unless people shell out a lot of $$$ for a few more seconds), so AI videos are reliably either extremely short (particularly less than 10 seconds), or they're longer videos made up of lots of extremely short clips (again usually 10 seconds or less) that aren't consistent with one another (e.g. the background or location usually changes with every clip, never verifiably the same place, nor the same place from a different angle. Details of peoples' outfits may change with every 10 second clip. Etc.)

The oldest copy of the video I can find is here: https://imgur.com/snake-slithering-up-brick-wall-urfioCR

Likely uploaded to imgur for use in this reddit thread here: https://old.reddit.com/r/NatureIsFuckingLit/comments/14qnpha/a_snake_slithering_up_a_brick_wall/?sort=confidence&limit=500

That version is from July 2023, so within the timeframe of realistic AI video being possible and increasingly common.

This early version also has no audio at all, as would be expected for a raw AI video clip.

If it was real… WHO would record something THAT cool for only 9 seconds? Who on Earth?? And I cannot find any version longer than this, not even a single second longer. And with audio off? Nobody there saying "oh my god", no random wind sounds, whatever? Smartphone cameras record audio automatically; most people aren't likely to record without audio these days. So if this is real, then someone would have had to cut the audio track deliberately before uploading it. They'd have to know how to edit it at least that much, but then also choose not to bother adding any other audio to it either (as a bazillion different reposters have done) to leave it silent like this.

And if this is real, why is the upload so without detail (apart from its vanishingly short length)? No location info, no questions about what kind of snake it is, no "I was doing [thing] and turned around and saw this", no "I didn't know they could do that", nothing?

Why is the snake climbing vertically, with its head fully sideways? Would it not be more likely to climb up with its head upright? Do snakes often climb trees with their head/entire body sideways with respect to gravity? I've seen videos of snakes climbing trees, and in all the ones I've seen, the snake has still been upright while it climbs. And I mean, I'm not a snake expert, but I'm not seeing why an animal would rotate itself sideways and climb sideways when it's literally noodle-shaped and could just as easily/or more easily climb upright? If it's AI, then, well, the AI has been trained on lots and lots and lots of top-down videos of snakes on the ground or otherwise flat surface, much more than on videos of actively climbing snakes as seen from the side. So if given a prompt for a snake climbing a brick wall, AI probably would generate a snake doing it exactly like this. Sideways. Also, AI snake videos are popular as hell. You can find SO MANY fake snakes fAcTs with AI voiceovers on tiktok now. I think it's one part "people like making giant animals", and part "snakes are shocking/scary and so people click on them and provide that ad $$$$", and one part "there are just a lot of AI videos in general now".

I downloaded the video (which is in MP4 format) and looked at the metadata in VLC, and there's no camera information in it. The metadata on it consists of:

Encoded by: "Lavf58.12.100" Codec: "H264 - MPEG-4 AVC (part 10) (avc1)" Type: Video Video Resolution: 480x854 Buffer dimensions: 480x864 Frame rate: 30 Decoded format: (this is left blank) Orientation: Top left Chroma location: Left

And that's it. No other data. Googling "Lavf58.12.100" took me to a Wikipedia redirect page that directs to https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/FFmpeg, which says: "FFmpeg is a free and open-source software project consisting of a suite of libraries and programs for handling video, audio, and other multimedia files and streams. At its core is the command-line ffmpeg tool itself, designed for processing video and audio files. It is widely used for format transcoding, basic editing (trimming and concatenation), video scaling, video post-production effects, and standards compliance (SMPTE, ITU)." And in the links at the bottom of the Wikipedia article is: the FFmpeg I/O and Muxing/Demuxing Library, which says, "Libavformat (lavf) is a library for dealing with various media container formats.

Its main two purposes are demuxing - i.e. splitting a media file into component streams, and the reverse process of muxing - writing supplied data in a specified container format. It also has an I/O module which supports a number of protocols for accessing the data (e.g. file, tcp, http and others). Before using lavf, you need to call av_register_all() to register all compiled muxers, demuxers and protocols. Unless you are absolutely sure you won't use libavformat's network capabilities, you should also call avformat_network_init()." So just more about the video being edited. It could be they just demuxed it to remove the audio track, then remuxed (without replacing the audio with anything and just leaving it silent because reasons). Or maybe it's just because they converted the video to a different format. Who knows. And then they stripped out the camera and location metadata but left their editor metadata in, did they? You can set sometimes set phone cameras to not record location data, so that's believable enough, but usually you can't just not have the camera/phone metadata in there. You generally have to edit that out on purpose. But I guess more phones might be offering to strip out the metadata than used to? Maybe? Or maybe Imgur made it an option to strip metadata? (I'm sure I could google this too but I'm already too much down a rabbithole about a 9 second snake video so I'm gonna just not.) Anyway. I really want it to be real, and if anyone can prove it's real then please do (and also please explain why snek climb sideways???), but I'm gonna just assume it's AI. Since I'm seeing so many causes for suspicion and not finding anything to the contrary to suggest it's real (like a longer version of the same video, or even just a version with original audio, or a version from before 2022-ish when AI videos very like this started to proliferate). /overinvested, excessive, impulsive investigation (genuinely not sure why I care this much (I think it's 'cause I want it to be real and I'm mad to be lied to (and because nobody else seems to be saying anything and I was like but but but-))).

[sophie-frm-mars]

I think Mad Men delivers such a subtle but well constructed thesis on heterosexuality under patriarchal capitalism.

On one level it isn't subtle at all, like on an episode by episode basis the men are horrible to the women and sometimes the women take it out on each other - the violence flows down the patriarchal structure and compounds at the bottom. There are countless scenes of sexual harassment, violence, and coercion throughout the show, because the writers really wanted to capture the deeply patriarchal world of the 50s and the ways that it transformed across the course of the following decade into not something wholly different but a world where women can be significantly freer. The possibilities of having lives that are not dictated by men go from unimaginable to conceivable to realised for various women in the show across its run

The way that money affects these relationships is so powerful though, and it's very clearly an intentional focus. Don grew up in a brothel, his mother was a sex worker, he doesn't pay for sex explicitly but he is clearly and consistently troubled by the way that his power as a rich man warps and distorts his relationships with women from the ways that he feels freer in his affair with Rachael Menken because she has her own money to the fling with Di in the last season that starts because she thought Roger's $100 tip was Don paying her for sex.

There is a spectrum of what constitutes sex work in the show and it's one of the only stories I've seen that I think really captures that idea. Once we recognise that compensated relationships ("sugar baby" arrangements, findom, etc) are sex work, we can see that all relationships where money creates a power dynamic exist on this spectrum, because people (usually women) in what are nominally free and consenting relationships are compelled by money to do things they wouldn't otherwise do. Betty is under Don's complete control because she doesn't have her own money and doesn't even know how much he really has - when she goes to a therapist Don pays for it and the therapist reports his notes and findings back to Don, not Betty. Bethany Van Nuys is clearly from a wealthy background but she's trying to find a rich husband and wind up in Betty's situation. One of the clearest places that the show challenges our usual understanding of sex work is, of course, Joan's partnership, which she gets in exchange for sleeping with a client. Don's relationships become repeatedly toxified by the power he has over women and his feeling of repulsion at his own ability to control them that he displaces onto them. By contrast the women he has affairs with often at least start in a context where he doesn't have that kind of power and he clearly finds that attractive: Marge doesn't care about money, Rachael and Bobby are rich.

Another similar but different pattern can be seen in Roger's relationships. Roger keeps chasing younger women who he can impress with money and then finding his relationships stilted by his inclination to act paternalistically to these women young enough to be his daughters. Ultimately of course he finds a partner who is his age but makes him feel young.

In the way that patriarchal violence and violent attitudes towards women make an equal partnership in a heterosexual relationship impossible, which the shows demonstrates much more explicit way, we also see how money sometimes subtly and sometimes forcefully inserts itself between lovers to create an artificial version of their relationship they are forced to exist within, constantly in search of each other and of their original desire for one another while the man's money transforms him inevitably in the woman's eyes into a John and the woman's dependence on him transforms her in his eyes into a sex worker.

[m3mento-m0rii]

i love ur writinggggg

can u write for baby saja? like let’s say the reader gets mad over smt he said (like insensitive) and silent treatment? and like talking to all the members but him? but like eventually forgives (sort of like angst to fluff)

The Cold Shoulder—

1.7k words; Baby Saja x Reader Masterlist | Requests Open!

Baby isn't very good at expressing himself. Now, you're not giving him the chance to.

A/N: Hello anon! Thank you for requesting, and I'm so glad you like my writing <3 enjoy!

Baby was focused on writing something in a notebook—his notebook, the one he wrote his lyrics in. He had a concentrated look on his face, pen in hand, phone on the other as he brainstormed for the next Saja song.

Then there was you, talking next to him about . . . something. Honestly, he wasn’t paying attention. To be fair, he had to get this done; usually you were content with just being around him. Usually, writing came easily, usually, he had time for you, usually, he was at least half-listening.

Today was a little different, though.

“. . . well, anyway, as I was doing this project—Baby?” You called, noticing he was in his own world. Not a glance, a movement, some semblance of acknowledgement. You were already kind of in a rough mood, and his lack of attention didn’t help. “Baby.”

“Ugh, what.”

Flag number two.

“‘What’?” You echoed, your eyes sharpening just slightly as you watched him. “What do you mean, ‘what’? Are you even paying attention?”

“Not really,” Baby huffed, leaning back in his seat. “I’m kind of busy, (Y/N), and to be honest, you’re breaking my focus.”

“Breaking your focus? You’re the one who said I could come over in the first place!”

“Yeah, I didn’t think you were going to be like this entire time!” Like ‘this?’ Like what? You were being perfectly normal for a partner, at least you think!

“Maybe I wouldn’t if you actually acknowledged me the first time I said things. It’s always the same problems, Baby, you can be so unavailable. Sometimes, I feel like you’re not listening—!” You snipped, your lips twitching into a scowl at his words.

“Sometimes I feel like you talk too much! Can you just leave me alone?” He sneered, and then it was quiet. He didn’t even think, wasn’t even listening to your words, not until after he said his. His eyes widened and you almost recoiled, speechless. He almost reached for you, “. . . Hey, hold on, wait—”

But you were already getting up, heading out of the room. Baby could only watch. He inhaled heavily as the door shut a bit too heavy-handedly, his gaze returning to his notebook.

“. . . Fuck.”

Well. He got his wish.

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You were fuming silently, plopping down on the couch without a care as to anything else. You had tunnel vision; you could see red. You heard someone whistle lowly on the other side of the room, not even bothering to glance.

“Damn, didn’t your mother teach you better manners than that?”

Romance raised a brow at the poisonous glare you shot him, clutching his pearls. “Sheesh, what’s up with you?”

Really? You weren’t the type to air out your issues to people, even if you were friends. It just felt . . . wrong. You didn’t want to push it off onto them, but . . . Romance stared at you curiously, eventually moving seats to sit next to you. 

“C’mon, it’s okay. You look like you need to vent.”

“I’m just . . . annoyed,” You grumbled, hunching over. He cringed at your posture, crossing his leg over the other.

“Abouuut?”

“I mean, I just . . .” you groaned, not even knowing where to start without sounding like you were blowing it out of proportion. It’s fine, it’s fine. “Don’t worry about it, it’s okay. Can we do something?”

“He upset you that bad? Listen, I have better morals than THAT, I wouldn’t go that low—”

“Romance-!”

“oKAY I’m only messing with you,” he grinned, raising his hands in defense. “What do you want to do? Let’s bake something.”

You gave him a puzzled look.

“What? Can’t a man have hobbies?”

So you dragged yourself off the couch, pulling yourself over to the kitchen counter to look in the pantry. Romance tapped your shoulder, making your head tilt up to his. “Hey, chin up. Whatever it is, it’s going to be okay.”

You sighed, pulling out the cocoa.

You hoped so.

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Finally, he was taking a break. Not that he was any more productive than before. In fact, he was less productive after you left. The only difference was now he was hungry.

Baby stood up from his desk, reluctantly passing the chair that was usually reserved for you. He could smell something sweet, and he knew it was probably Romance or Abby baking in the kitchen again. So he walked out of his room and down the hall into the entrance of the kitchen, and he stopped.

He was right, it was Romance. And you.

Honestly, he thought you left.

You had a little smile on your face, and so did he as you both kneaded your own doughs. “You’ve never made your own bread before?”

Romance shook his head, cringing as he added more flour to make it stop sticking to his hands. “Never considered it. Guess you could say I’m more concerned with other types of dough.”

Baby gritted his teeth, hating how you laughed at his stupid joke. But what he hated more was the way it abruptly stopped when Romance noticed him.

“Hi, Baby,” he said casually, glancing up at him. Romance wasn’t expecting the glare. “Uh, I know you don’t have much of a sweet tooth, but we made some brownies,” he nodded at the counter.

Baby seemed to wait for you to say something, but you didn’t. You only kneaded the bread a little harder before deciding it was time to wrap it and let it rise. 

Still, you said nothing as you passed him.

He didn’t know what he expected, but it wasn’t that. Fine. He could play that game, too. 

Baby wordlessly moved through the kitchen, taking a bag of chips from the pantry (where you were also getting saran wrap), not sparing you a glance. Without another word, he left the kitchen.

Romance sweatdropped. “It’s that bad??” He whispered, looking at you. You only scoffed, covering your dough.

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The rest of the day continued similarly, with you never acknowledging Baby. He’d almost intentionally find himself around you, but you never interacted with him; not when Jinu was in the kitchen cooking and you were lying on Derpy, not when you and Abby were talking about what he should have been listening to, not when Mystery came and turned on something to take your mind off of it.

You didn’t know why you stayed.

Maybe to show that you didn’t need his attention to be over there. Maybe to prove that you could be happy without it. Maybe it was to rub it in his face that he didn’t get to spend time with her.

It all felt empty, though. A whole day of leaving rooms when he entered it and avoiding him when he was obviously trying to make you cave first, it all felt for nothing. Why were you doing this? Just to be petty, right? Now all you wanted to do was go home and cry, because you just wanted him to try. To try more. Wished he initiated things for a change, would tell you things first, wouldn’t be so . . . unavailable.

So you did go home.

You left your bag at your door and forced yourself along to your room, changing into some old, comfortable pajamas and falling onto your bed. You exhaled, breathing in your scent; not his. 

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He . . . didn’t mean it. He didn’t honestly mean any of that. Well, he supposed he deserved it, or at least, he asked for it.

At first, it pissed him off, watching you hang out with the other Sajas when you should be with him. And he was bitter, and he was jealous, and he decided that doing the same would be even treatment. That only got to him more. But two wrongs don’t make a right. 

So he thought about it, and he thought about it. Honestly, he couldn’t think of anything else. Which is how he ended up inside your apartment, approaching your bedroom door.

You heard a floorboard creak down the hallway. Gentle footsteps. A soft thud on the door as his palm pushed it open.

Baby didn’t use magic much for any little thing, not like the others, but this seemed as good of a time as any.

He stared at your form on the bed, rocking back and forth on his heels for a moment before stepping inside. “. . . Babe. Can we talk?”

You didn’t answer, and he only frowned. “I’m not taking no for an answer.”

Baby moved to sit on the edge of your bed, his elbows resting on his knees as he laced his hands together. “. . . Look, I’m sorry.”

Silence.

Even if that annoyed him, he continued, because . . . that was the problem in the first place, wasn’t it? Communication, his bluntness. “What I said was rude and . . . I know that as your boyfriend, you don’t deserve that—from me especially, but from anyone.”

You turned over slowly, and he glanced at you; your eyes meeting for the first time since the argument. Even in the dark, he could tell your eyes were a little puffy, and it made him feel worse.

“I just wish you were more open sometimes.”

“I hear you . . . I should have just told you that I needed to think,” he admitted. “Um . . . you don’t talk too much. I was just frustrated, and I shouldn’t have said that. Usually, I am listening, I promise. I’ll try—I will be better, okay? I do care—a lot. I just . . .”

“Struggle with showing it sometimes.”

“. . . Yeah.”

You swallowed thickly, the tension in your shoulders loosening with a breath. “. . . I’m sorry for snapping so easily, too. And I forgive you.”

“You shouldn’t apologize for that,” Baby bit his lip, fidgeting with his fingers. “It needed to happen. Are we . . . good?”

You extended your arms in peace offering, and he sank into you easily. The both of you sighed quietly, and . . . everything felt okay again.

“Can we watch the new episode of—?”

“About that . . .”

“You watched it without me? Okay, now that’s extreme.”

“It’s okay,” you smiled softly, reaching for the remote. “I’ll pretend that it’s the first time.”

Baby only grinned, pulling you closer to him. “We both know you’re a serial spoiler.”

But . . . he didn’t mind. Because that was you, and he wouldn’t change anything about you for the world. You weren’t paying attention to the show, instead finally drifting off after a stressful day. “Baby?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you.”

Baby’s eyes widened just a little, his cheeks darkening in color. Still, he answered:

“. . . I love you, too.”

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A/N: Okay, I think that went okay! See you guys soon <33

—Captain Morii 🌤️

Morii's Business Class: @kpopmultistans @momentomoribitch

[whyvaine]

Heyyy could I request gamer/streamer Megan trying to impress fem reader? I think it’d be funny lol, thank youu!

don’t clip that chat!!— megan skiendiel

⌖ pairing: streamer! megan x reader

⌖ synopsis: megan’s a confident streamer until her crush y/n shows up. now she can’t aim, can’t speak, and chat’s clipping everything

megan was cool.

well. at least online.

to her chat, she was rizzgan: twitch partner, semi pro aim demon, and full-time menace. she was fast-talking, quick-clicking, and somehow always got away with saying the most messed up things on stream. people loved her for it. she was chaotic but in a charming, “please post more tiktoks of this” kind of way.

but all of that fell apart the moment y/n showed up.

it was supposed to be a normal stream. a chill 4 hour ranked session with her usual trio. megan had even done her eyeliner that day. her setup was glowing, the music was on, and everything was fine

until her mod dm’d her:

“yo. y/n’s in chat 😭”

megan blinked.

froze.

no.

no no no no

and then she saw it, glowing in her chat feed like it was sent straight from hell.

y/n: hey meg :)

she didn’t even get the chance to respond before she got headshotted on stream. her character’s body dropped dramatically.

“NOOOO okay, no, that didn’t count, i got distracted!” megan protested, half laughing, half freaking out, trying to recover. her voice cracked.

“by what? the wall you were staring at?” yoonchae teased in her headset.

her mouse slammed down on the mute key.

chat, predictably, was already exploding.

y/n sent one message and you DIED??

that’s wild she folded IMMEDIATELY

don’t fold now queen 😭😭😭

SOMEONE CLIP THAT

“don’t clip that chat,” megan grumbled, pulling her hoodie up to cover her face. “actually no one clip anything for the rest of the stream. everything from now on is off limits. illegal. banned.”

someone clipped it anyway.

—————————————————————————

the next few rounds were worse.

megan, usually sharp and reactive, was suddenly off.

her aim was terrible. her timing was off. she threw a flashbang at herself twice. twice.

y/n sent another message:

that was a cool move :) didn’t know people flashbang themselves like that haha

and megan just leaned back in her chair, covered her face, and dramatically whispered, “i can’t do this.”

chat was screaming.

—————————————————————————

that should’ve been the end of it.

it wasn’t.

the next day, y/n showed up in person.

“thought i’d come hang while you streamed,” she said casually, smiling like she wasn’t megan’s #1 weakness, holding two iced coffees and wearing megan’s merch hoodie.

megan short circuited.

“yeah uh cool, that’s cool,” she said, definitely not panicking. “yeah just uhm sit wherever.”

y/n sat behind her gaming chair. close. too close. megan could feel the warmth of her presence and the smell of her shampoo and it was absolutely ruining her.

she fumbled every match that stream.

“you good, meg?” her teammate asked halfway through. “you’re, like, walking into the walls.”

“yeah!” she said, too quickly. “i’m great. totally fine. never been more fine in my life.”

“y/n,” yoonchae said, voice suspicious in comms, “are you there in person?”

megan slammed the mute button so hard her mic cracked.

—————————————————————————

her downfall peaked when y/n leaned forward resting her chin lightly on megan’s shoulder and whispered, “how do you revive again?”

megan froze mid game. her character stood perfectly still in an open hallway.

“uh. it’s E,” she said.

“thanks,” y/n replied sweetly.

and megan, completely overwhelmed, accidentally alt-tabbed out of the game.

chat lost it.

clips were already being made with titles like:

megan gets distracted by pretty girl and forgets how computers work

she’s so gone for her 😭

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after stream, megan collapsed on her bed dramatically.

“i can never stream again,” she muttered into her pillow. “i’m retiring. i’m done. my legacy ends here.”

y/n sat cross legged at the edge of the bed, sipping her drink. “you were cute.”

megan lifted her head like a zombie. “what?”

“when you got all flustered. and muting every five seconds. and flashing yourself. very cute,” y/n said casually, with a tiny smile. “i’m surprised chat didn’t ship us harder.”

megan stared at her.

y/n tilted her head. “what?”

“do you like me?” megan blurted.

y/n blinked, then laughed. “i thought that was obvious.”

it wasn’t.

it really wasn’t.

megan looked like someone had unplugged her entire soul.

“oh my god,” she whispered. “this whole time i’ve been trying to impress you and i looked like a clown”

“a cute clown,” y/n offered.

megan buried her face in her hands again. “don’t clip this either.”

—————————————————————————

chat the next day was a war zone.

WAIT YOU GUYS ARE TOGETHER NOW???

we’ve been shipping this for MONTHS

she rizzed y/n by FLASHBANGING HERSELF TWICE I’M SCREAMING

her name is rizzgan after all😭

and megan, wearing the exact same hoodie y/n had on the day before, just smiled into her mic.

“don’t clip that chat.”

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[ellewoodswrites]

I know I have boxes of old diaries from this age but sometimes I think I'd rather set myself on fire than read anything I wrote at that age. Fortunately (?), I believe it was entirely about some boy I was ~iN lOvE~ with, which is actually preferable to my later teenage diaries that were daily 40-page screeds about how My Parents Don't Understand Me and I Want to Be A Famous Writer and I Am Trapped In A Small Town and I Read The Bell Jar Again, etc etc. The usual.

I was cleaning out old hard-drives like 5 years ago and found fragments of a novel I'd clearly started around age 16 and it was soooo SERIOUS and self-consciously attempting to be literary and also clearly based on my (boring-ass) life where nothing happened. I loved it and hated it all at once. I also found a stack of undergrad essays that I wanted to burn because my sentence structure was so bad / juvenile. If I looked at my high school essays I think I'd expire of mortification.

I was also a prolific poet between the ages of 16-22, but thankfully I haven't re-read any of that, because I don't hate myself. A few of them won a few awards (just let me brag ok) but I fear that even reading those would be devastating to my ego.

And I am once again reminded that the only way one can be a creative is to free oneself of the fear of being cringe and just write and create and keep going, despite all odds. Because you WILL be cringe no matter what you do, and you wouldn't want to not be cringe, you know? Not really.

No one ever created anything great while trying not to be cringe. You need to be cringe to create: you can't create without being earnest and experimental and fully engaged with the work of being yourself at a particular juncture in time. So much of what we find cringe is, IMO, the evidence that we existed at a certain time and place and age -- that we had thoughts and feelings and skills that were very much in line with being a certain age, or that we were still a beginner (or at least behind where we are today) in whatever art we were engaged with. That we had beliefs and thoughts that were naive or of the time or embarrassing in hindsight.

But that's kind of the human experience, you know? It's definitely the creative experience. And I maintain you can't have good writing if you aren't prepared to have bad writing. You can't connect with people or get at the messy heart of being human if you're trying to seem cool or worldly or intelligent or perfect all the time, because that's not at all what being a human is about. No point to this, except perhaps convincing myself that I SHOULD go back and read my old journals and old poems and god knows what other ephemera of my writing life exists out there.

Just go write and stop trying to be self-consciously Very Literary (although you may be unable to prevent yourself from this urge, depending on your age). But I think you also probably can't get down to the bare bones of good writing until you write badly first, and then learn how to write more simply. So I guess go write badly (which self-conscious Very Literary writing is, IMO) because it's going to help you write not-badly one day (or at least better).

And if you can't write, go read fiction or consume some other form of storytelling (movies, tv, whatever). Go read magazines and newspaper columns and online articles; go read books about writing. Sit outside and observe the world. Listen to people in conversation at coffee shops, and observe their body language and the cadence of their speech and the way people don't really speak in full sentences. Look for the little details in people's faces and clothing -- closed over ear-piercings, bitten fingernails, nervous tics, a chipped tooth. Go to parties and ask people about themselves and really listen. A writer is a chronicler, an anthropologist, a satirist, and you can't be that without first being a listener and observer.

But also don't merely observe: go live your life, and fall in love and get your heart broken, and travel, and try things, and fail and fall over a lot. And try to observe and remember these things with clarity and humour and empathy (for yourself and others) even while you're living through the joy and pain of them. I remember sobbing my way through a brutal heartbreak a few years ago and having a moment where I thought I better remember how this feels so I can use it in my writing. And that's not something I think I would have thought five or ten years ago (and certainly not before that), and it made me laugh despite my tears because I felt that I was Becoming A Writer, even if my heart was broken, so at least I had that.

No real point to this. I suppose this is the writing advice I want to give myself, and I had better go and take it.

*me, reading something 13-year old me wrote* it’s giving baddie energy. it’s giving “how’d this child write something kinda decent”

[northopalshore]

Rising signs in the

Briede persona chart

Briede (19029). This asteroid refers to the "wife". I'm going to focus more into your life in the future, not the immediate aftermath of marriage. However, you will start to see the changes, appear directly as well most just take time to develop or settle in. This post applies to both you as a bride & your wife for those interested in women.

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Signs & degrees

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💍 Aries (°1,°13,°25)

༄*ੈYou as a wife: You are the protective mom/wife. This will make you bolder after marriage, and more confrontational. You will not hesitate in fighting your way, to defend yourself and protect your opinions most of all. This can make you seem quite "loud" and prone to outbursts. Marriage could test you a lot; especially your patience. From what I've seen, having this placement can cause/ mean that you will have at least one very noticeable/significant argument in your marriage. It's not always a sign of doom for your marriage, don't worry but I can't say it won't be easy either. If you have it in the degree, the sign & planets in the 1st house will tell you more about it and vice versa.

Ex 1: Audrey Hepburn Had Capricorn (°1 Aries) rising with a Stellium in there (Moon, Saturn, Lilith, Mercury & Mars). She had many arguments and internal struggles with her ex husbands which subsequently led to their divorce.

Ex 2: Cardi B has Scorpio rising (°25 Aries). For her, the problem was infidelity & trust issues. Which was quite evident online & in her music.

༄*ੈYour wife: She could be quite active physically and that may show up in her physical attributes (quite fit). She is very fierce and independent. Meaning she has a strong presence wherever she goes. She is also very physically attractive, persuasive, but stubborn as hell. They may have an athletic build or are naturally fit or lean. She may tan or have darker features, but one thing for certain is that she is fighter lmao. Her eyes are usually sharper or smaller too or almond shape, cat eye/ positive cantal tilt? That's not something I expected to say lmao but let's gaurr. She can get quite irritated easily with a personality or looks that bite!

💍 Taurus (°2,°14,°26)

༄*ੈYou as a wife: As a wife, you will adopt a more feminine yet stubborn personality. You will have a very sound presence, and act as the homemaker keeping everyone in check. You can be quite shy and reserved and a little awkward after marriage as well but people around you will generally view you as kind, friendly and thoughtful. You could place a lot of importance into your looks or how you are perceived but wives with this placement are always seen as pretty & wife-like if that makes sense! Being a wife will suit your image a lot.

Ex: Lisa has a Taurus rising in her Briede pc. I think you can see that play out exactly the way you'd expect lmao. Very cute!

༄*ੈYour wife: Your wife is naturally a féminine & down-to-earth person. She is pleasant to be around and takes good care of her appreances. She has the taste for the finer things when it comes to her aesthetic, but she isn't inherently a show off. Something about her just feels like a wife to others. She's beautiful and strong-willed. People tend to like her, but she may be a bit slow to pick things up. 9 times out of 10 looks awkward and unsure what to do in public situations. Makeup on point! A lover of all things cute and feminine.

💍 Gemini (°3,°15,°27)

༄*ੈYou as a wife: This is the smart wife placement. You are likely the leader of the house whether your spouse realizes it or not; as you do a lot of things for your home and family keeping tabs on your children & spouse and making sure everything is functioning properly. You will not be shy to express yourself through your facial expressions i.e your reactions will have their own set of subtitles lol! Furthermore, you may also adopt a chattier personality which honestly is so mom-like to me.

༄*ੈYour wife: Your wife is intelligent. There is likely very few things that you are able to hide from her. She may have a tendency to gossip or listen to world of mouth a bit too much but she is very fun to be around. You will never be bored around her. Their skin is usually "alive" and just looks vitalizing, glowing. They look very youthful regardless of their age due to their animated features. Their face has subtitles i.e it's impossible to hide what they feel.

💍 Cancer (°4,°16,°28)

༄*ੈYou as a wife: You act sweeter after marriage, more susceptible to emotional situations i.e cry a lot, is easier to be moved after marriage. Your presence brings a lot of contentment to those around you. You are also going to be more expressive and sensitive; you could sulk more often for example. People around you will find you easy to connect with are are very friendly and genuine. As you get older, you will be the mom friend that everybody loves. You are quite the peacemaker as well.

༄*ੈYour wife: She may have very cubby cheeks and rounded features. She is very soft-spoken, looks rather fragile and dainty but also.. fluffy? She is sensitive to your environment and people’s moods and very in tune with those around her. Her facial expressions give away her feelings, and she may also have noticably big eyes. She looks kind and almost child-like. She can seem quite reserved or reluctant at first but is very expressive once she trusts you.

💍 Leo (°5,°17,°29)

༄*ੈYou as a wife: You may be more confident after marriage, people will look up to you and admire you more. You may be more sociable and experimental! You may be secret leader of the household, the type of wife to growl at their partner and have them by the leash. People could say "you look happier" a lot as well. You may get a sort of glow up after marriage as well. People may also refer to you as the "hot wife" lmao. You would do anything and everything to keep your family and private life protected despite being or looking very appealing.

Ex: Megan Fox has a Leo rising ° 6 Virgo in her Briede persona chart. She definitely for the most part tried to keep her mariage life private, but when she does share you can see that she is completely serious & devoted to her spouse(s).

༄*ੈYour wife: Your wife is a natural beauty, a natural star regardless of who she is she shines and she knows it. She has a natural attractiveness to her whether it comes from her eyes, her hair or her lovely personality, you can tell that she is genuinely who she is even if it seems theatrical at times. She may have a Hollywood -esque look to her i.e full lips, wide doll like eyes and barbie figure. With beautiful skin that gleams with life. She is likely to be a sucker for old times romances or courting too.

💍 Virgo (°6,°18)

༄*ੈYou as a wife: You may become more reserved as a result of marriage. Rethinking how you act and appear to others often. This is usually the time you decide to shape your shit up and take care of yourself better, assuming a more organized appearance and mannerism. You may be meaner or tougher to crack than before (who you were when you were younger). Now wanting to be someone dependable and realistic. This is what I expect to show up in strict Asian mom charts lol. It doesn't mean they were always like that. On the flip side you may find yourself questioning your own actions (as well as that of those around you) more. People may literally depend on you more as well.

༄*ੈYour wife: She is likely quite petite or short (or at least noticably shorter than you unless there are contradicting placement that say otherwise) and has a calculating personality. She looks very clean and put together and seems to know what she's doing even if she doesn't. She is likely quite timid or introverted as well. She could have light- medium to pale skin and even if they are abundant in melanin. She just looks like she has been have been raised well. Eyes sharp and full of doubt/judgement/anticipation. Hard on others but harder on herself self. She can be rather demanding at times.

💍 Libra (°7,°19)

༄*ੈYou as a wife: You may have a glow up as well after marriage, people saying you look so good married i.e you are well groomed and welll loved. You might have had more time to care for your looks after marriage, or felt like you needed a little pick me up to remind yourself you got this in the bag. Marriage feels very natural to you, and you seem to really thrive in it which other people will very much notice! You are very attentive to your spouse and yourself, supportive and understanding. You may seem more put together/well mannered as well. People will find you likeable and friendly. You may be quite popular to be around amongst those around you.

༄*ੈYour wife: She may have quite the "trad wife" look to her, beautiful and well mannered, someone with a clear elegance and status to her even if they come from a humble background. Her makeup and clothes are usually very classy and timeless looking, and feminine. That being said she's not going to do your bidding without equal love and exchange. Her mood and patience is usually very pleasant. She takes good care of herself ; mind body and soul and it shows. She is your advisor and right hand person that will take the shot if you don't.

💍 Scorpio (°8,°20)

༄*ੈYou as a wife: You are likely to be more private or elusive after marriage. You do not open up as easily as you may have before and a lot of the times may as well leave the person you were before. You may be more intense , curious or suspicious of things. Marriage will try to change you, on one hand this could be good for self growth and maturity but then to some you may feel constricted and forced into conformity. It's not always bad however, but it is quite the transformative placement to have.

Ex: Miley Cyrus has a Scorpio rising here (granted she also has Pluto in the 1st so for her it's twice— nah 4× as intense and hurtful when her ex husband seem to had a distaste for certain parts of her. To her, it may have felt like every part of her was denied love and understanding). She is a rebellious lover that deserves love, in her own way.

༄*ੈYour wife: She can be quite the scary woman. With alternative styles or a very brooding presence. She may have a tendency, or look like someone who is vindictive and distrustful of the things and people around her. She is very protective of herself and the people she loves as they are the extension of her. Eyes are piercing and cautious, but can look uninterested as well. There is usually some sort of contrast evident on their person (hair vs skin color etc). Can be quite rude to some degree but will stick with you through thick & thin.

💍 Sagittarius (°9,°21)

༄*ੈYou as a wife: You may be more adventurous and open mindeu after marriage, choosing the simpler way of interpreting things around you, trying to take in more of the abundance and opportunities that life has to offer. You may be the "cool" mom or partner that feels almost like a friend. You are likely to be more relaxed as well as a result of that acceptance towards something in your life. Being wise and learning from your past mistakes. You could spend a lot more times outdoors exploring hobbies too.

༄*ੈYour wife: Your wife is contemplative, heartfelt and humourous but at the same time a genuine mind freak. She has a heart as big as her brain but plays it cool and natural. She is very curious but in a more spontaneous way, always down for a new challenge or fun time. A beauty in her own right and often someone that propels some sort of action or movement. She speaks her mind when she has to, advocating her love and beliefs, often is the one to extend advice to others as well even if it seems to come out of nowhere. Those are words of wisdom baby, take it in.

💍 Capricorn (°10,°22)

༄*ੈYou as a wife: You will adopt a more reserved personality, likely handling almost every responsibility in the household. You are the true "woman of the house" as you will always have the last say in what happeneds around you. You may be rather strict and hardworking even after marriage and your professional life may still be your priority; even though you are present with your partner & children. You may spend a lot of time working or taking care of others i.e your family members. Usually, the first born woman of the family has Capricorn rising here, a lot of responsibility is placed into you, girl bossing, even if it gets tough.

༄*ੈYour wife: Your wife is rather intimidating to some, but they are a very dedicated and caring person in all actuality. They are very attractive, and have striking features that give them that bold & powerful look in the first place. They may be rather pale and slender as well. May have a dead look to her, seems uninterested in 70% of any conversation or agenda. She is however, high achieving, smart and supportive of "the right way"i.e her way. Equally loyal, equally independent and resourceful.

💍 Aquarius (°11,°23)

༄*ੈYou as a wife: You may act more off than you usually would after marriage. Your marriage gives you the freedom to be the person you are or what to be. You bring a fresh, forward-thinking energy to marriage, and your partner needs to appreciate your uniqueness, ideas, and need for freedom. It's not all fun and games since there may be a sense of purpose that you aquire after marriage. A desire to learn and understanding things on a grander scale, thinking more about the cause and effects despite the unserious nature of your personality. You will likely have an unconventional role in the marriage i.e you aren't likely to be the cook or the designated home keeper.

༄*ੈYour wife: She is quite tall, and naturally quite slender. She tends to have a more androgynous look even if she identifies as a woman completely. She has a bad girl attitude and charismatic look to her. She can act rather .. eccentric at times but that doesn't negate her genius side. She has the ability to attract both genders her way, while simultaneously be the strangest person you'll ever encounter. A stand out wherever she stands or exists, it may be their clothes or their looks and even how the verbalize their thoughts. Usually very smart and retortive too.

💍 Pisces (°12,°24)

༄*ੈYou as a wife: You will be quite calm after marriage, adopting a more go with the flow attitude towards life. You may be quiet but still sociable and very invested in the lives of those around you (especially your own family members). You may stick with them more after marriage; staying close to your mother or your parents in law. You can even embrace the more creative side of you after marriage. You may spend more time daydreaming as well.

༄*ੈYour wife: She is a very sweet and benevolent person. People tend to like her a lot wherever she goes though she isn't one to start most conversations. She has very soft features and has a gentleness to her that shines the most. She can be quite sensitive and intune with her surroundings or always seem to be in her own thoughts. Very friendly and thoughtful as well. Could gain weight easily too. She may be on the paler or greyer (?) side. At times, it may seem like she's not really there or on autopilot.

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Planets

In retrograde? May have been evident prior to marriage, or that part of her/you is more manageable or left as an internal struggle within her/you. Adds a more reflective aspects to the placement as well.

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🪷 Sun

Pleasant to be around, but can be rather self serving depending on the sign or degree it's in. Brings out that leader within you/her. Can result in more masculinity and "I wear the pants" energy.

🪷 Moon

May gain weight easily, but also loose it according to the mood. Rounder features especially the face. A bit of a tsundere. Being moody and unpredictable. Very intuitive but at the same time a walking contradiction. Very intuitive, animated expressions, emotional. Super supportive but requires equal support to function. Greyish undertones.

🪷 Venus

Noticable beauty, grace and even glow up (if referring to you as a wife). Natural people person and may attract many female friends after marriage. I see a lot of wives that surround themselves with women have this placement.

🪷 Mercury

Witty, intelligent, quick and funny. Expressions are turned up to the max! May be quite contemplative and anxious to some degree. People talk about you/her more/a lot. Love to spread gossip/listen to it.

🪷 Mars

The leader of the relationship, very independent but can be rather combative through that reassuring front. The "I'll handle everything, what do you need?" Person. Assume much responsibility and authority over your/her partner. Marriage can bring out the more agressive and competitive part of you (if referring to you as a wife). Marriage will not make you dependant or passive!

🪷 Saturn

Can look quite strict or older and adopt a more serious personality after marriage. Adds structure to both the face and lives, can be more mature after marriage or be a bit of a wet towel (though it not necessarily a bad thing). May feel a bit restrictied in marriage, or embody that need for structure later on. Someone others rely on, a lot of weight may be out on your shoulders.

🪷 Jupiter

Can make you/her very popular after marriage (or naturally attractive from the way you/she presents and expresses herself/yourself). Very pretty and funny/entertaining to be around. Marriage life can be quite blessed as well due to that agreeable and lucky nature. You'll likely have more friends or spend a lot of time on yourself as well. Feeling more confident and in charge.

🪷 Neptune

Softer, romantic and stylish looking. Can seem very tired or sleepy a lot. Very romantic but private and reclusive. Can switch personalities like your clothing rotation throughout the seasons. Very approachable but misleading. Reflects the energy of those around them. Very sensitive & sweet.

🪷 Uranus

Can juxtapose the initial sign it's in. Will make her/you a very independent person with very unconventional quirks. You may be left to your own advices after marriage i.e you can do what you want when you want, though if it's in Aries or naturally rebellious signs it may mean you'll be more attentive to those around you , focusing that energy to other people, internalized certain things. Defying expectations of what a wife should look like. Can be quite tall and slender.

🪷 Pluto

Can be spiteful, sexual, confident and rebellious but may feel constant pressure and burden from other people. Personality will be tested and brought through the fire. Can seem spiteful, selfish and mean to some. Marriage may bring out the worst in you (for some in regards to you as a wife).

🪷 Chiron

May be quite anxious, and stressed or insecure about how they look. May have been pressured into becoming someone they didn't want to be or feel like you/she doesn't fit the bill when it comes to the idea of a woman/wife. May have been told they look bad or should have something to feel shame about in the past. Though it can also means finally releasing the inhibitions that once consume them/you, finding strength, being a natural healer and compassionate lover/person. May literally be a healer. Can look rather tired a lot of the time.

🪷 Lilith

Some may find you/her too independent to be held down in marriage. You break the norm of what a wife is supposed to look like i.e independent, successful, likely the one to lead the relationship and have power over the spouse (especially if the spouse in question is male). Good luck buddy. She'll have you on a leash lmao. She is/you will be THE WOMAN of the house. Trouble can come from outsiders judging, you Lilith does not care, no ma'am! Very attractive, looks great in black!

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[incloudcity]

can u do a jack hughes x reader where he’s jealous but it ends cute? thx!!

you already know this is my cup of tea lol

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You’d always known Jack to be the chill, laid-back type—easygoing, always cracking jokes, and totally down for whatever. That was one of the things you loved about him, how effortless he was in every situation. But tonight? Tonight, Jack was not being his usual self.

You were at a small get-together at a mutual friend’s place, nothing fancy, just a bunch of people hanging out, playing games, and catching up. But you were having a great time, chatting with everyone, laughing, and catching up with some old friends from college. And, like always, you had that way of making people feel comfortable around you. The conversations flowed easily, and before you knew it, you were in the middle of a group, surrounded by people, talking and laughing like you had all the time in the world.

Jack had been quiet since he walked in, sitting on the edge of the couch, his arms crossed over his chest. You had noticed it at first but didn’t think much of it. He was probably just tired after a long week of games. But as the evening wore on, you began to sense a subtle shift in his mood. He wasn’t actively participating in conversations, and he definitely wasn’t laughing like usual.

It wasn’t until you found yourself standing next to one of your friends, a guy named Evan, who was animatedly talking about a recent trip he’d taken, that things took a turn. You were laughing at something Evan had said, your hand on your hip, completely unaware of Jack’s gaze on you from across the room. He hadn’t been subtle about his glances, but you hadn’t caught on. It wasn’t until Evan brushed his hand against yours as he reached for his drink that Jack’s expression darkened.

You turned back toward Jack, a little confused, when you saw his eyes narrowing slightly. He was leaning against the back of the couch now, his jaw tight. You’d never seen him like this—at least not over something so small.

“Everything okay?” you asked, walking over to him, a small frown tugging at your lips.

Jack looked up at you, his expression softening slightly as if he hadn’t realized how obvious his mood had been. “Yeah, of course,” he said, forcing a smile. But there was something about his voice that made you pause. It wasn’t like him to be so... distant.

You tilted your head, raising an eyebrow. “Are you sure? You’ve been kind of quiet tonight.”

Jack shrugged, but the unease in his eyes didn’t go unnoticed. “Just tired, I guess.” He didn’t meet your gaze, instead taking a slow sip from his drink, avoiding the way your eyes searched his face.

Before you could say anything, Evan’s voice carried over to you again. “Hey, you guys want to come over here for the next round of drinks?”

You turned back toward Evan, but when you looked at Jack, his expression had changed again. The tightness in his jaw, the way his shoulders were slightly tensed—it was as if he were holding something back. You swallowed, wondering if something was off.

“I’ll be right there,” you said to Evan with a quick smile, before turning back to Jack. “Jack... you sure everything’s okay? You’re acting kind of distant tonight.”

He glanced up at you, clearly trying to play it off. “I’m fine. Just... you know, it’s nothing.”

But you knew Jack well enough by now to recognize when he was trying to avoid talking about something. “Are you sure it’s nothing? Because I’m getting the feeling you’re not happy about something.”

Jack sighed, running a hand through his hair, before finally meeting your eyes. “Okay, fine,” he muttered, his voice quieter now, but still with a hint of frustration. “It’s just... you’re... getting a lot of attention tonight. From him,” he said, nodding toward Evan, who was still chatting animatedly with some other people.

You blinked, not sure if you’d heard him correctly. “What? You’re jealous?”

Jack’s lips curled into a half-smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I’m not jealous... I just don’t like seeing you laugh like that with someone else.”

You stared at him for a moment, unsure whether to laugh or to actually process what he was saying. “Jack, it’s Evan. We’re friends, that’s it.”

“I know,” he replied quickly, his eyes flicking toward the floor. “But still. It’s just... I don’t know. I’m not used to seeing you so... comfortable with other guys.”

You bit back a smile at his confession. This was Jack Hughes—one of the most laid-back guys you knew—and here he was, sounding almost insecure. It was cute in the most unexpected way.

“Well, I’m comfortable with you too, Jack,” you said, your voice softening as you took a step closer to him. “And there’s no one else I want to be here with.”

He glanced up at you, eyes softening. “Yeah?”

You nodded, offering him a small, teasing smile. “Yeah. But if it makes you feel better, maybe you should come steal me away from all the other guys.”

Jack’s lips curled into that signature grin of his, and for the first time tonight, he looked like his usual self. “I might just do that.”

And then, in true Jack fashion, he reached out, pulling you into a quick hug, his arms wrapping around you just a little tighter than usual. “I’m not good at this,” he muttered, his voice muffled against your hair. “But I just... don’t like seeing other guys try to take my place.”

You smiled against his chest, your hands sliding up to rest on his back. “You’ll never have to worry about that.”

Jack pulled back slightly, his eyes soft and full of affection now. “You sure?”

You nodded, your fingers brushing against his arm. “Positive.”

He smiled, that signature playful smirk now fully in place. “Well, good. Because if anyone else tries, I might just have to challenge them to a fight.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the tension that had been hanging in the air between you both melting away. “You wouldn’t.”

“I totally would,” he replied, the playful glint back in his eyes.

You smiled up at him, realizing just how much his feelings for you meant. Maybe his jealousy was unexpected, but in a way, it made you feel wanted—like you mattered to him more than you’d ever known.

And with that, you leaned up on your tiptoes to plant a soft kiss on his cheek, a quiet promise that, even with the playful jealousy, you were his.

[seaglassmelody]

OC as a Companion...2!

So after being possessed by this idea for like a full 2 weeks, here's what I have so far

Sabriel Ingellvar

Note: She can take the surname Van Markham if Rook is an Ingellvar, but she's not a bloodline Van Markham.

To make this fully complete, I think I'd like a few more scenes, and a lot of these are looser ideas but I think it's a coherent timeline at least. Full notes under the cut!

General notes:

Her trinkets are pressed flower bookmarks

Her room is like a cozy hedgwitch den— covered in dried flowers, skulls, skeletal hands, bookshelves, a proper bed with a biiiiig blanket

If not romanced, she does not romance anyone else. She will inquire after other party member romances, and offer congratulations and support

Her gift is a terrarium

Banters:

Asks Davrin for adventure stories. Gives him tips on how to hunt demon-possessed creatures.

Talks to Bellara about magic and elven culture

Enjoys talking to Spite, which kind of upsets Lucanis. She makes up for this by effusively complimenting his cooking and asking him to teach her some recipes.

She and Emmrich get in the weeds of necromancy talk. He also catches her up on Necropolis goings-on and they get very excited about the opportunity to see new things

She asks Harding a lot of questions about plants and animals in Ferelden, and Harding tells her some stories of the Inquisition, including dragon hunts

Flirting/Romance notes:

She can be flirted with from recruitment, but she won't register it as flirting and instead will respond to most comments entirely seriously

'Continue flirting' scene is her having a little bit of a "I think I've been picking up on something but I'm not sure, please correct me if I'm wrong"

She really needs the explicit reassurance and clarification

Romance lock-in scene involves her panicking because she's finally realized the depth of the emotion she's feeling and she's not sure what to do with it. She feels guilty and wrong for even considering it because a "proper" relationship isn't something she's capable of. Lock-in involves being understanding about that. Special lock-out option of "that's a deal-breaker for me".

Recruitment Quest:

The group receives a tip from the Shadow Dragons (either Tarquin and Ashur in the Shop if Minrathous is saved, or via missive if Treviso is saved) about a clinic hidden in Dock Town— the mage that runs it might be interested in helping out with injuries and the Blight

Sabriel's Clinic is a separate map, like Shathann's house

Sabi greets the party warmly, says she's heard word of Rook around town

this could be concerning, but she quickly clarifies it's spirit gossip so most people wouldn't know unless they knew what to listen for

If Emmrich is brought, there is extra dialogue as he realizes she's a necromancer

Neve has additional dialogue here about Sabi's help with the attack on Minrathous— dialogue changes slightly depending on if Minrathous or Treviso were saved

She's aware of the gods, worried about their impact, and she'd be interested in helping out but first she needs to clear out some Venatori blood mages that are threatening the spirits in the neighborhood

Move to Dock Town proper

Investigate a few blood magic ritual sites

The rituals seem a little different than usual, like they're more specific, instead of just summoning whatever demons possible

A demon in the final fight recognizes Sabriel, but she's not sure why. Rook promises to help her find the answer in exchange for helping with the gods.

Individual Cutscene 1 (Lighthouse):

On the balcony to the left outside of the kitchen

Sabriel is staring out into the distance, turns to greet Rook and turns back to gazing out

Talks about how the Fade always seemed like this mysterious unknowable thing in her studies and now she's just. Here. In a magic building that seems to produce spaces and items that they need just because they think they need them.

It's an academic's dream but she doesn't want to research it. She wants to just experience everything for once in her life, without having to record and analyze it. Is that weird?

She also feels more connected to her feelings in this place. Maybe that means something about the Fade, or maybe it's the distance from worldly problems. Who can say?

She'll thank Rook for letting her ramble on. There's a flirt option here, but she takes it entirely too sincerely.

Hangout in Minrathous:

Sabi wants to introduce Rook to some of her spirit friends around town in Minrathous

Similar to Neve's tour of Dock Town, but getting a different side of life in Tevinter, from the spirit side

Ends at the wall of light, where Sabi lights a few lights that she notices have been dark for a while

Talks about the importance of symbolic remembrance and connection to those you've lost, with the hint that she may be lacking in that department

Party Cutscene 1:

Takes place in Harding's room

Sabriel is asking Harding about the various plants in the greenhouse, hoping to find out if any are Fade-specific or at least get more details about them since a lot seem to be ones that are unusual for Nevarra

They wind up discussing the differences between growing things in nature versus a greenhouse, Sabriel gives Harding some perspective on the plants growing because Harding believes they will grow

Personal Quest (Minrathous):

One of Sabi's spirit friends gets bound by Venatori and turned into a demon, so she wants to go rescue them

Over the course of this mission, the team discovers that the Venatori are working with a powerful demon that's recruiting lackeys and for some reason they've been looking for Sabi

She tries asking her spirit friends but none of them seem to know, so she concludes she needs to get perspective from a different angle

Personal Quest (The Hilt):

Sabriel wants to visit some Rivaini seers to see if they can consult with some different spirits and get more information

She talks with Rowan and watches her perform a channeling so Sabi can speak to the spirit directly

Unfortunately it speaks in riddles and only gives a few clues, but it's enough for Sabi to realize it might be able to find the answer in the Necropolis

Party Cutscene 2:

Part of Sabi's personal quest

She's working with Emmrich on a letter to send back to Nevarra for her to get permission to access one of the libraries for the investigation— that she needs to cross-check the information from Rowan with Watcher records. There's a chance the demon is in the Necropolis.

Sabi insists on sending a letter to Myrna, since the Veilguard already has a connection with her. When Emmrich suggests sending it to a "Heinrich Van Markham" instead, she panics, babbling out a roundabout reason for why they "shouldn't bother him"

Emmrich looks sad but agrees to send the letter to Myrna

Sabriel leaves with a brief goodbye to Rook. Once she's gone, Emmrich mentions that he believes Van Markham would be a better contact, and that Heinrich would likely want to know about Sabriel's well-being but he doesn't want to overstep.

If Rook tries to ask who Heinrich is, Emmrich gives Heinrich's title in the Watch and suggests they ask Sabriel for more details.

Individual Cutscene 2 (Sabriel's Room):

Sabi is sulking, thumbing through a book without reading it

Rook comes in to ask what's wrong, Sabriel tries to play it off and Rook won't take that for an answer

This is where Sabi divulges how she got kicked out of the Watch, why she started the clinic in Dock Town, and who Heinrich Van Markham is to her.

She's scared to go back to Nevarra. She's afraid the Watch is going to say no. But she also couldn't bear never going back. She's not sure where home is anymore.

This is the conversation where Rook can choose to continue pursuing a romance with her or cut it off (not the lock-in scene)

(If romance continues) She says she's not used to people paying such close attention to her, but she appreciates their attention and concern. She's…not sure how she feels about it, but she wants to figure it out.

(If romance is cut off) She says she appreciates their support and she'll figure out as much as she can on her own. She'll let Rook know when she needs help.

Personal Quest 3 (Necropolis 1):

Have to adventure in the Necropolis to find the library

Things moved around again!

Fighting some undead in the process, Sabriel gives some insight into her childhood here

Points out the places she used to play hide and seek, greets lots of wisps, lights some neglected candles

Run into Heinrich Van Markham once they get to the library

There's an…awkward confrontation as Sabriel is clearly anticipating this to be a negative experience

Heinrich is not a warm man, but he's clearly worried

Sabriel leaves this conversation abruptly

Heinrich asks Rook to look after her, answers a few questions after reassuring Rook that Sabi probably went to the gardens, where she usually goes when she's upset

Some of the questions involve the fact that Sabriel doesn't know the truth of what happened to her parents

He promises to look into Sabriel's lead while she's busy with the Veilguard

Rook finds her in the gardens, where Sabriel says that she still looks for headstones of her parents in here, even though she knows they'll never be here. She still hopes sometimes that the Necropolis is just pulling a prank on her, hiding them.

She thanks Rook for talking to Heinrich for her, then asks them to stay with her in the gardens just for a bit longer.

Hangout 2 (Rivain Coast):

Romance lock-in scene

Sabi invites Rook to the coast because she's always wanted to see the ocean

Rook jokingly comments that she surely saw it in Minrathous. Sabi quips back that the gray lifeless wharf is not nearly comparable to the the majesty of the Rivain coast.

She muses on the fact that she's seen so much of the world so quickly— and how it makes her think there's still so much to see

Yet it's also showing her how much she doesn't know about herself, and how she's almost afraid to find the answers

This leads into the romance lock-in conversation, because one of the things she doesn't know is how to be in love. Because this is the first time it's ever happened.

Babbles, drops the information that she's never even kissed anyone before

Romance lock-in prompt is offering to kiss her

If chosen, she's not really sure how to react. It was weird. It was nice? She's happy that Rook's here. They can figure out the details later.

Personal Quest Finale/Hero of the Veilguard Quest (Necropolis 2):

Heinrich sends a missive stating they've located the place in the Necropolis where the demon is

It requires going into the Fade to fully sever the demon's connection

Before going in for the mission, Heinrich says he needs to talk to Sabi about something

It's against his direct orders, but he tells Sabi that this is the demon that lured her father into becoming an abomnation, which is how she wound up in the Necropolis as a child

The information rattles her enough that the fight against the demon goes poorly at first, especially as it talks to her about her father, and her despair begins to draw other spirits to the area

Rook and the other companion with them manage to bring her back from the brink

Starts the second phase of the boss fight

They're not powerful enough to kill the demon, especially in the Fade, but they can weaken it enough to sever its tie to the mortal world.

This victory is a significant enough achievement for the Watchers to welcome her back

Hero of the Veilguard:

She's welcome back in the Necropolis. She knows her history now. But can she go back knowing what she knows about herself? About the world?

Should she embrace the necromancer she is and the life that her father gave up his for? Or should she embrace the world beyond and the ways she could try to make things better beyond the walls of the Necropolis?

Rekindled Spirit vs. Portal to the World Beyond

Post-Tearstone Island:

If romanced, she very firmly tells everyone not to overload Rook after their return from the Fade. And then she very firmly tells Rook to go lie down Or Else.

When she comes to check on Rook in the Meditation Room, she has a cup of their favorite drink, and clarifies that she asked Lucanis at one point what it was. She sits with Rook on the sofa, and asks how they're feeling:

If they give a scared or sad response, she'll take their hand and comfort or reassure them that she's there for them

If they give a silly response, she'll take their hand and tell them they don't have to put on a brave face for her.

Hot take, there's no sex in her romance scene. She will kiss Rook and embrace them, though. I guess there's a fade-to-black so you can assume what you want but I say there's no sex. :)

In the post fade-to-black, she says she was ready to plunge as deep into the Fade as she had to in order to find Rook. And there's no way Elgar'nan's going to stop them now. Rook laughs at her confidence and she just smiles. She's found something she wants to keep more than anything and she's not going to let it go again.

Post romance scene or not romanced, she can be found in either Davrin's room or Harding's room (depending on who died). She has some conversation about how memories can bleed into places, and in the Fade even more so. She's trying to leave as much of an impression of who they were in the Lighthouse as she can. She doesn't want their memory to fade away.

"Her name was Lace Harding. She was born on a farm in Ferelden. She was skilled with a bow, liked cheese and hated coffee." She's trying to remember every detail about them that she can, so the spirits know and can remember.

[beemochi-art]

What if one of Springer's weird quirks is making dens where he feels the coziness to let his true self unwind. Somewhere dark and warm, but with a good spot to watch/stalk others? Like an actual spider casually chilling in a corner of a room and you'll have no idea except that there's less insects than usual.

Another quirk I thought would be funny would be a minor prey drive. Maybe if he finds a smaller bot that his instincts reads as "vulnerable", he'll have the huge urge to grab or cocoon them.

(I love spiders they are really cool. Especially jumping spiders.)

I feel like this is a good time to talk about Springers many quirks when he was a little spider baby. And some that have lingered into adulthood.

Definitely had a weird fixation on corners. He couldn’t stick to walls or anything. But if springer was missing it’s likely he’d be in any of his dark hiding spot or corners. He doesn’t have any silk or anything either.

Springer does have a prey drive. One that is actually pretty high. Like a jumping spider he ambushes his “prey”. Luckily he’s too small and weak to do anything. However he occasionally came across something he could actually hunt he would eat it. He can eat anything. At least to Impactor he can. The wreckers didn’t care, they didn’t have enough energon rations to feed him anyways, It worked out great for them. But problems came about.

He is prone to eating scaplets. Which was extremely helpful to the wreckers. Since they were bigger and didn’t get to the wash racks for long periods of time they were crawling with robo ticks. Plenty of food for Springer. Unfortunately he’d stopped eating them when he learned it was really weird.

Baby Springer lovesss soft but slightly spiky textures. It reminds him of Tarantulas when he’d ride on his back. He will roll around in all kinds of organic material and really dirty. Kup made him a blanket he loved and would take it with him everywhere.

Springer was the friendliest sparkling in the world. Oddly so. Most sparklings only want to be held and be around their parents, usually they are very cautious around new mechs. Not Springer, he’d go with anyone with zero caution. He loves people. Unfortunately not everyone wants a weird little spider sparkling crawling all over them.

He’d get injured or get his feelings hurt. Often.

Don’t worry Impactor beat the brakes off him. Springer would eventually forget the whole incident and would try again. Whirl learned his lesson tho and would let springer around him, reluctantly.

When the wreckers would visit a main base Impactor would let Springer run around, he’d usually be found at the end of the day in a corner. Leaning the hard way that most mechs don’t like him. Eventually he wouldn’t leave the ship when they’d visit bases. Even when he got his new armor and looked more easy on the eyes he was reluctant to leave Impactor’s side.

[lovelake]

novice kisses & lit up eyes

you find yourself reciprocating kylar’s feelings in a world that seems to have it out for him

m!kylar x gn!reader | mdni, 4.5k wc, fluff, jealousy, confessions, kissing, handjob, brief mention of self-harm scarring, m!robin, light angst, not beta read

note: can you feel my love for him through this i hope you can ^_^ comments and reblogs are always appreciated <3

masterlist read on ao3

The only attention you used to receive other than from your sweet fellow orphan Robin, was the bad kind—like from creeps and Whitney. But ever since a few months ago, Kylar has been clinging to you with no sign of ever letting go.

It scared you at first, how could it not? Trusting others isn’t smart in this town. That mindset quickly dissolved when you noticed him saving you time and time again. Someone crudely hitting on you would drop to the ground, you’d look around and see a familiar silhouette in the distance.

He listens and reacts to everything you say—tears at your sorrows, furrowed brows at your concerns, agreements to all your complaints, smiles at your quips, reddened cheeks at your compliments and comfort. 

He cares, and that’s rare in a town like this. You cherish his company.

Sure, you’ve caught him stealing your underwear once or twice…but everyone has their oddities, right? You’ve yet to see it, but you’ve heard he has shrines for you. Maybe you have a couple screws loose for choosing to ignore his behavior, but he hasn’t harmed you in any way (at least not yet).

The point is, it’s easier to see him as a cute clingy puppy. You can envision a wagging tail behind him whenever the two of you hang out. Kinda like right now.

“I’m outta coins,” you sigh, frowning at your empty wallet. 

You have more money, but you’re keeping it nice and sound back at the orphanage, a large portion of it will be going to Bailey first thing tomorrow morning.

“I-I can get you some,” Kylar immediately offers, already looking around for the perfect candidate to pickpocket. 

“Nah, it’s fine. We’ve been playing for a while, don’t you usually head home around this time?”

Lips upturned and joy brimming in his eyes, he follows you towards and out the exit. You memorized his schedule, that information alone makes it harder for the dirty looks being thrown his way to reach his heart. 

“Don’t walk behind me,” slowing down and guiding him forward by pressing your hand on his back, you make sure he’s walking alongside you. “I don’t want someone grabbing you.”

He takes this as an invitation, body now constantly bumping against yours like there’s no other space on the sidewalk (there’s plenty).

Is he even walking in a straight line? Sometimes you can’t tell what he’s thinking, he doesn’t talk much unless you say something first.

“We should go to the cafe together one of these days, the seasonal drinks are really good.”

“I’d love to go with you, but…” He doesn’t like disappointing you. “It’s always really full there, too many people.”

“Mm,” you hum and think. It’d be a shame for him to miss out for such a reason. “Maybe I can buy the drinks and bring them to you?”

“No, you don’t need to buy me anything! Please don’t!” He interjects, eyes wide and looking at you pleadingly. As if ashamed by his small outburst, he mumbles an apology and looks away before quietly asking, “D–Do you have enough for this week?”

You know what he’s referring to.

“Yeah.” You sign woefully after answering, bummed out by the reality of your situation. Even if you managed to buy your own place one day, Bailey would surely find you and knock down the door. “I’ve been getting better at saving up and finding work but…I don’t know, it’s still hard.”

“If you ever need more, tell me. I can find a way to make money.”

“If it’s something illegal then don’t even think about it, I don’t want the police on your ass. And also I’m not dragging you into this.”

“But–“

“No buts.”

Despite your objections, he musters a smile. You worry about him, and you clearly aren’t just trying to use him. Not that he would completely mind if you did, but still—being cared for felt nice, he hasn’t felt this way in a long time.

And obviously, he loves looking after you too.

“Y-Your shoe’s untied,” he tells you.

That’s a problem, what if you trip while running away from someone? It really sucks that your mind even has to go there in the first place.

Before you can bend down, he’s already on one knee, not caring about how hot the concrete is.

“You don’t need to–“

He continues anyway. He tugs the laces a little too tightly, but you don’t complain.

“…Thanks.”

Once done, Kylar looks up at you. Is the blush on his cheeks from the unforgiving summer heat or from this position? 

The emotion in his eyes is peculiar. Come to think of it, he often gazes at you like this—like after you lean in close to whisper gossip to him, or when you sit next to him and brush your leg against his in the process. 

Your breathing grows uneven and you get the urge to cover your face. You want to take a stroll in his mind, pluck each thought, and examine them like daisies. 

You know he likes you, but the thing about Kylar is that you have to be patient with him even though he can sometimes be the opposite of that when it comes to you. It’s better to let him tell you when he’s ready.

The moment’s interrupted by the blasting music of a passing car.  When you turn to look back at Kylar, you find he has already gotten back up and is at your side once more.

The two of you walk in comfortable silence for the next two blocks, until a bustling crowd marks the beginning of Connudatus Street, some steer towards the markets and others towards the strip club. Though Kylar usually keeps his head downcast in the face of crowds, he holds it up high and glares at anyone who’s audacious enough to ogle you.

Everything’s going so well in his mind, but of course, he can never win.

“Isn’t that Robin?” You spot him on the other sidewalk carrying his lemonade stand materials. He’s going back to the orphanage too, you’re surprised you didn’t see him sooner, he must’ve taken a different path.

Kylar tenses up at the name, an ugly and (unfortunately) familiar feeling gnaws at his stomach and makes its way up to shred his heart. 

It isn’t fair—Robin always gets so much of your attention, from the way you often sit together at lunch, walk back to the orphanage after school, to late night hang-outs in your room that Kylar third-wheels by spying through your window. All these built-up frustrations bubble to the surface. What if you leave him to go walk with Robin instead? It sounds like something incredibly minuscule but it feels like the end of the world to him.

“I-I don’t know,” he quietly responds, sounding steely. He tries to tug you closer so you pay attention to him instead.

“He could probably use a hand.”

“But he’s made it this far on his own.”

“Yeah, but it’s better to stick together around these parts.” It wasn’t as dangerous as Harvest Street, but it was still bad nonetheless. Carrying things makes you an easier target, and Robin, bless his heart, can’t throw a punch to save his life.

He grits his teeth.

The knife he’s hiding feels a lot more prominent. Nails leave crescent indents on his palms to the point of drawing blood. He should just pull you into one of the alleys so you don’t leave. No, that won’t work, too many witnesses.

“Do you wanna–“ You wince before you finish your thought, a shock spreading all throughout you. 

Kylar’s using all his strength to hold your arm—no, more like to crush it to pieces. His grip is relentless no matter how hard you try to shake him off.

“Kylar?”

Blinded by unjustified jealousy, it isn’t until you say his name that he snaps out of it and releases you. He mouths an apology, the words don’t come out.

You try to clear the air but your attempt comes out awkwardly, “…I didn’t know you were that strong, have you been hiding your muscles from me this entire time?” You know he doesn’t have muscles. God.

Kylar doesn’t respond—for better or worse, it doesn’t seem like he even heard you. He’s breathing heavily and shaking like a leaf. A gentle poke can probably send him running, but you take your chances and reach for his hand, he relaxes.

“I was gonna say we should both go help him out together.”

Together. 

“Oh.” 

He nods, looking at you with puppy-dog eyes that mask the swirl of possessive thoughts in his head and almost make you forget what just happened. While the two of you jay-walk to reach the other sidewalk, he hesitantly soothes your lingering pain by gently rubbing your arm.

Despite Kylar agreeing to help, he’s strings along completely empty-handed, not even granting Robin a simple “hi.” You, on the other hand, now have a couple of signs in one hand, an empty pitcher on the other, and a foldable chair tucked to your side.

Okay. Maybe this was a bad idea.

You’re in the middle. Sunshine from Robin’s side warms you, but Kylar has a grey cloud looming over his head. Goosebumps form on your skin from the two drastically different temperatures.

You try to think of what to say to break the tension. Have you ever seen Kylar’s house? He always says bye and scurries off but you never know where he actually goes.

Before you can ask, Robin speaks up.

“I made more than usual today–“

“W-W won a lot of games at the arcade today, didn’t we?” 

The weather goes down by five degrees. 

That was an accident, right? But usually when someone interrupts another, they apologize and prompt for the other to repeat themselves. You wait, but nothing happens, so you play it off.

“Yeah, I think with a little more practice we’ll get first place soon for at least one of them. Wait, how much did you make Robin?”

“Fifty-five! It was hotter than usual so I think that’s why. Anyway, you two should swing–”

“We’re hanging out tomorrow, right?”

Kylar’s definitely doing this on purpose.

“Uh…” Who should you even address first this time? You don’t want to upset Kylar, so you go with him again. “Sure, I have a shift tomorrow and I’ll be out at around four, so maybe after that?”

Right, a ‘shift’ You don’t have a steady job and this ‘shift’ isn’t reputable in the slightest, so you don’t specify for the sake of your dignity. 

You nudge Robin, “what were you saying?”

This (deeply) uncomfortable process continued for another five minutes, but really, it felt like an entire year before the Danube St. sign popped into view. 

You hear someone sigh, it’s obvious who. Goodbyes have never been easy for him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” You ask.

Kylar nods, and walks away like a dejected puppy.

But he doesn’t get very far before he turns back around to hug you—which is awkward because you can’t reciprocate and also shocking because initiating a grand physical gesture like this entirely on his own is uncharacteristic of him. 

Is he sniffing you? 

He pulls away before you can process it.

“B-Bye!” This time, he actually leaves. You blink and suddenly he’s gone, you can’t tell which way he went.

You’re left with Robin, and you feel like you owe him an apology. “Hey, sorry he kept cutting you off. He doesn’t talk to many people other than me, so I think he’s just a bit…possessive?”

Robin smiles at you and shakes his head. “It’s okay. Actually…I always hear people say mean things about him, I think you’re really admirable for not listening to all that gossip.”

“I was a little skeptical at first but I’ve known him for a couple months now and he’s not a bad person. I wish people would stop picking on him.”

“Do you like him?”

…

“Yeah.”

————

Six PM. That used to be Kylar’s curfew when he was younger, so he makes sure to always come back home around this time to tend to and talk to his parents, then he’s free to leave when he pleases.

Kylar sits criss-cross applesauce on the floor of their room, having grown used to this futile type of communication years ago, all he gets is the same noises. He sees their shining eyes through the rips of the bedsheets. He likes to think they can actually listen from underneath the bed. 

“Mom and dad, I-I don’t know what to do. I’ve already told you before, but I really, really like this person.” He holds up a picture of you, as if they can actually see it. “They don’t bully me like everyone else does, and they don’t push me away. How do I make them like me? R-Romantically, I mean.”

He didn’t have the best example of romance growing up because of the fate that befell his parents.

“I don’t wanna be alone again, not anymore. I hurt them earlier…I-I didn’t mean to! I just…” He brings his knees to his chest and buries his head on them. “I’m scared they’ll leave me.”

He sits there for a good ten minutes and pretends they’re consoling him and giving him advice. 

Afterwards, he goes to take a bath and then curls up on top of a pile of your clothes. Time passes, the Sun hides, his head hurts from thinking.

Think, think, think.

How can he get you to be equally as in love (obsessed) with him as he is with you? Ideas swarm his mind—a potent love potion like the one he heard about in class, he was good enough at science to give it a try, or maybe he can break his atheism and appeal to a god.

Both are impossible. There’s only one more thing he can do before resorting to any unconventional methods. He might embarrass himself in the process, but his mere existence made him feel embarrassed so he doesn’t have much left to lose.

He throws on his black hoodie before heading out.

——

You never really made it back to the orphanage. After helping Robin, you dipped to go knock and look for work. What kind of a life is this, anyway? Everything you do is for money, you need it to live.

The moon watches over you as you finally make your way back home. Everything’s normal. The crickets are chirping, the streets are more or less empty, the temperature doesn’t have sweat clinging to your skin.

You spot Kylar hiding behind a tree near the steps of the building. 

Oh hey, it’s Kylar. You walk right past, nothing’s amiss.

…

Wait a minute.

You backtrack and confront him “Kylar? What are you doing here?”

“I would’ve waited for you on the steps but…”

You follow his gaze to some orphans—who, like you, probably just finished a job of some sort—entering the building. They’ve never been nice to Kylar, not at school, not when bumping into him on the streets, not ever. 

“That’s not what I meant, I meant why are you here right now?” 

“I have something to tell you.”

“If it’s that urgent, couldn’t you just have snuck in? I mean, correct me if I’m wrong but you seem to know your way around here.”

He turns scarlet upon remembering the few times you caught him rummaging through your drawers. 

“I…I…” 

“I’m messing with you,” you reassure him, reaching out to ruffle his hair—his eyes visibly light up and he squeaks happily, pushing up against your palm.

Kylar’s gotten a lot more used to your touch. He used to recoil so hard you’d get the impression that you hurt him, you’d apologize, but he’d shake his head and say he didn’t mind it. Looking back at it, you realize that he was probably just really nervous.

“Come on, we can go in together.”

He really likes that last word.

You don’t run into any trouble on the way to your room. Nobody can go into the kitchen at these hours, and the orphans from before are already gone.

You feel a little embarrassed at how shabby all your furniture is, but Kylar’s already seen your room so you didn’t address it. Your bed creaks when you sit down.

He stays standing, despite how much he keeps looking around from trinket to trinket, his gaze always returns to you for a split second. He seems to be waiting for you to prompt him.

“So, what did you wanna tell me?”

Like a fish, his mouth opens then closes until he gathers some courage. 

“I really love…I mean like–“ His soft voice raises and then immediately falters. The failed confession is instead covered up by him naming whatever comes to his vision as his eyes dart out the window. “Grass.”

“You smoke?” Surely, he can’t mean actual grass. 

“What? No! I-I meant…” Kylar can’t even get the words out. 

“How about I guess for now?” Even without guessing, you already know what he wanted to say.

He nods. Up ‘n down, up ‘n down, up ‘n down. 

“You like someone?” 

Up ‘n down, eyes averted.

“Let’s see,” you feel like fucking with him. “You like…Robin?”

Left ‘n right (and visible disgust on his face in the form of a scowl). You stifle a laugh.

“You like…” Absent-mindedly, you look down as you think hard. On the way, you notice something that’s actually hard.

It blurts out your mouth before you can hold it in.

“You’re hard!?”

Kylar gasps. Erase the definition of ‘mortified’ and replace it with his name instead, same thing. 

No, no, no! It wasn’t supposed to go like this! His lust for you wasn’t something he wanted you to know until after he confessed and you reciprocated his feelings. What if you think he’s just a pervert with a hidden agenda like everyone else? Will he now truly have to resort to kidnapping you to get you to love him? He’s panicking.

“I-I’m sorry!”

“Kylar–“ 

“It won’t happen again, or…or maybe it will! I don’t want to lie to you.”

“Kylar…” You stand up.

“I can’t think straight around you because I-I like you and—“

There it is. You kiss him.

He whines, mind falling silent save for the buzzing of bliss. His cheeks are burning, you feel the heat radiate onto your face. When you pull away, he doesn’t stop you. 

“You like me?”

Up ‘n down. Up ‘n down. Up ‘n down. Starry-eyes glazed with longing.

“Since when?”

“S-Since we met.”

“I like you too, Kylar.”

You close the distance again. He cups your face with trembling hands, wasting no time in trying to deepen the kiss. The practice he got in his dreams clearly didn’t transfer over.

“Sorry,” he mumbles in between attempts. “I-I don’t know what I’m doing. This is…this is my first time kissing someone.”

“It’s okay,” you laugh quietly, finding him cute. He can tell you don’t mean anything bad by it, and laughs too.

Eagerly, he experiments to see what feels right. Slow, gentle, fast, rough. It doesn’t help much, he enjoys all paces and intensities as long as it’s with you.

Like an ice cream left out in the heat, he melts when you begin running your fingers through his hair—so much so, that he stops kissing you altogether to bow his head and relish the feeling. Touchstarved, that’s what he is.

Minutes pass, he stays like that, but you can hear him breathing heavily. It suddenly dawns on you that you can feel his bulge pressed up against your leg.

Oh. Right.

“Do you…” Your eyes trail south, and his head finally lifts at the sound of your voice. “Want help with that?”

His mouth opens, nothing comes out except for a whimper. 

You wait.

“Y-Yeah.”

With that out of the way, you guide him to your bed, kicking off your shoes in the process, he follows suit. Both of you cringe a little at the loud sound of creaking. Kylar’s head snaps towards the door in the middle of pulling his pants and underwear down to his mid-thighs, scared someone will pass by the door and hear everything.

He’s flat on his back, meanwhile you’re laying on your side next to him.

“Don’t worry, people usually aren’t in the halls this late.”

Reassured, he brings his eyes back towards yours—you aren’t looking back at him, no, instead, your eyes are drawn to his dick. Before you can make a comment, something else catches your attention.

Just above where his pubic hair starts, you spot a word written in pink pen.

“Is that…” You blink in awe. It takes you a while to read it since you’re looking at it upside down—actually, how did he even write it like that then? It’s your name.

Boldly, you trace over it. His breath hitches and his hips raise.

“Um…” He has a hard time answering in a timely manner, a little too turned on to find the words. “I-I read somewhere that writing a person’s name on your body could make them…like you. M-Manifestation, I think?”

“Well, not to call that method bullshit or anything…but I’ve liked you for a while so I don’t think it’s ‘cause of that.”

“I’m glad…” So he managed to charm you all on his own? He isn’t sure how that happened but he’s incredibly happy.

“Do you have it written anywhere else?”

With a blush, he takes off his shirt and hoodie. Sure enough, your name is also written on the left side of his chest, right where his heart is. 

So, his heart is quite literally beating beneath your name. 

“That’s cute.” You lean over briefly to place a kiss on it, he squirms.

“Y-You really think so?!”

You hum in agreement, reaching down to wrap your hand around the base of his dick.

“Ah!” He gasps, completely caught off guard.

He’s sensitive. Not only is he touch-starved, but even though he’s gotten himself off to the thought of you countless times, it has never once felt as good as the mere touch of your hand.

He watches your hand go up and down, up and down, and up and down with half-lidded eyes, completely mesmerized by your movements.

Eventually, embarrassment washes over him, he shuts his eyes and thrashes his head to the side, your pillow is temporarily cold against his cheek before his skin heats it up.

“F-Faster,” the demand feels foreign on his tongue, but he’s needed you for so long that he can’t take it.

You oblige and it doesn’t take long for pre-cum to bead out. You let it lather on your fingers and palm by focusing on the tip.

Kylar shudders and heaves endless apologies each time his hips snap up on his own and make your bed creak. “Sorrysorrysorry—ahh—sorrysorry…”

Swish, swish, swish. You’re stroking him again, circling over the tip each time before going back down to the base.

“Does this feel good?”

If he was a confident person, he’d ask if you were fishing for compliments. Instead, he just nods fervently and whimpers.

“I’ve…I’ve never been touched there. You’re the first to…” He saved everything for you—his first kiss and all other virginities—there’s no one else he’d want to give them to. 

It was just hard. He was practically horny at all times of the day because you were the only thing on his mind from day to night, and his thoughts were less than innocent half the time. 

His head turns to the other side, now close to yours, you can easily brush your nose against his. You lean in, pressing your lips against his. Unlike last time, he doesn’t shut up. No, he gets louder.

The taste of blood permeates your mouth, you try to pull away but he just raises his head to chase after you, paying no mind to the sting of his bottom lip from having bit down on it so hard. Each kiss is messier than the last, not even music could drown out the noises.

Over the years, he’s watched porn, and he truly thought he deserved the treatment he saw in lots of videos—being slapped, degraded, thrown around—but here you are, treating him with utmost care. It’s not like he wouldn’t be turned on by the former treatment if it was done by you, he’s just surprised this is how his first ever sexual interaction is going.

“C-Can you say it again?” He pleads in a daze as he pulls away. A thin layer of sweat makes him glow, messy strands of hair stick to his forehead.

“Say what?”

“That you like me…”

You smile, what an endearing request. It almost makes you forget that you’re stroking his dick.

“I like you.”

A shaky moan. He twitches in your grasp.

You move close to his ear, lips brushing against the shell. “I really, really like you, Kylar.”

Now you’ve done it. He tenses in regular Kylar fashion, so you think nothing of it. 

It isn’t until you see a rope of white land on his hoodie that you realize he’s cumming. You press down a little harder, coaxing him through his orgasm until he’s milked dry.

Actually, he came a lot. You didn’t know he had all that in him.

Tears are rolling down his face and for a moment you’re at a loss. But the next moment, he’s tugging you close to him.

“Inside—“ He gently flutters kisses all over your face, not even attempting to regain his breath. His tears smear onto your skin. “I wanna be inside you next time.”

You don’t get a chance to say anything before he shouts out in dismay, “Wait!”

“What? What is it?” 

“You didn’t get off! Y-You made me feel so good…that isn’t fair. Here, let me–“

“It’s okay.” 

“A-Are you sure?”

“Really, it’s okay. I’m really tired anyway. Next time you can…um…you know, if you want. Just come here.”

He turns on his side and curls into you, tucking his face into your chest and clutching the back of your shirt. You kiss the crown of his head and hear him sigh dreamily in response. Running a hand up and down his arm, you can feel sections of raised skin but you don’t bring it up.

You then speak, “I can’t believe it took you this long to tell me.”

“Y-You knew?!”

“Yeah.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Why didn’t you?”

“…I was scared…scared you wouldn’t like me back. But, I’m glad you do.”

“You know, you should get the writing of my name tattooed.”

“D-Don’t say that, because I’ll actually do it if you want me to.”

There hadn’t been an official statement from you—the ‘what are we’ talk didn’t happen. It didn’t need to, he was your boyfriend now, no question about it.

You returned his feelings. You kissed him. You pleasured him. You’re holding him. You’re his now. Isn’t that how this works? 

You awake the next morning without him in your arms, you’re not sure what time he snuck out. What you do find, though, is something nobody would normally leave—his folded underwear on your desk.

[ducksido]

Hi! Ducksido, I've been reading many of your works, and the way you write the characters and the situations is truly amazing! I LOVE it! So I want to request a Tiny!yuu, not just the typical human height but a size that can fit in a human palm! I got this weirdly lovely idea inspired by Arrietty (one of my favorite childhood movies). Despite their pocket size, they are very fast, surprisingly STRONG, and very witty about escaping and defending themselves too But that didn't make their situation any less difficult, and their existence in Twisted Wonderland made their situation more vulnerable to being attacked or exploited! Living in a haunted shabby dorm was already hard enough, right? Just imagine how much harder it is for a tiny little magic-less person with a gluttonous stubborn monster to take care of. But with so many dangerous things they had to face every day, they weren't too shaken because of their big brave heart and their natural curiosity. But they were still worried and afraid that they wouldn't be able to go back to see their dear family again because the world they had left wasn't safe for their kind either. So they had to be extra careful and try even harder than anyone else in the NRC. So what the housewarden would react or feel about them in and after know them and what are they going to do with Tiny!yuu. My most favorite and excited part is friendship between malleus and Tiny!yuu it would be the most cutest thing ever!! Just imagine a tiny human sitting fearlessly on the shoulders of dragon fae prince that most people fear and they have a great time together I'm really sorry if this is a too long I'm just excited about the ideas and want to yap about it lol. If you're not comfortable with the request, that's okay! because I'm glad you read my request. Have a nice day and stay healthy;))🧡

This is my poor attempt to sketch the scenario, lmao

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle discovers you during an unannounced inspection of Ramshackle—he sees a teacup shimmy across the table by itself and instinctively casts Vine Bind (a spell that wraps vines on its opponent). You screech. He gasps.

“A-a person?!”

You look up, tangled in magic thread and furious. “Would you please ask before binding someone in vines?!”

He turns redder than his dorm’s uniform.

At first, Riddle is scandalized by your improper lifestyle. Sleeping in sugar boxes, using stray playing cards as shields, drinking from dewdrops? No rules. No structure. No tea etiquette?! Outrageous!

“I cannot allow you to live like this. It’s practically barbaric.”

He returns days later with a handcrafted dollhouse and a thimble full of tea, grumbling: “Not that I approve of your behavior, but… you should at least have proper housing.”

You surprise him by being respectful but witty, willing to challenge his views. You help calm his anger during tense moments, whispering sharp truths from his lapel or poking his ear to interrupt an outburst.

He learns to admire your strong will—so tiny, so alone, yet never backing down. You remind him of himself at his most determined.

“So small, and yet you carry yourself with such dignity. No wonder people follow your lead…”

Leona Kingscholar

When Leona first notices something skittering through the botanical garden—too fast to be a bug but too small to be a beast—he’s mildly curious. Then he sees it: a tiny, human-shaped figure darting under a leaf.

“…No way. Is that the new herbivore?” He catches you easily when you freeze in place out of fear, curling into a tight ball. You hiss at him. He blinks, then grins.

“You really think you’re gonna scare me like that?”

Leona would act indifferent, almost lazy about your size. But you soon catch him leaving small trinkets and food crumbs near your dorm when no one’s looking. He pretends it’s not for you. Despite his usual aloofness, he’s very aware of the danger you’re in. He’ll subtly position himself between you and other students during class or tap his pen loudly if someone’s getting too close.

When you fall asleep near him on a patch of his scarf, he doesn’t move. “Tch. Look at you… Still fighting even when you're this tiny. Brave little pest.” There’s admiration in his voice, even if he won’t say it outright.

Azul Ashengrotto

When Azul discovers your existence, his mind races—not with awe, but opportunity. You're unique. Rare. Possibly the only one of your kind. He wants to protect you, yes... but also study you. And perhaps… a business idea?

He offers you a gilded acorn as a gift, sweetly saying: “I simply wish to provide you with shelter, security, and safety. Imagine—an entire little dollhouse built to your scale! With servants!”

You glare. “Are you trying to trap me in luxury?”

He flinches. “Trap? No no! I prefer the word… arrangement.”

Eventually, your wit, stubbornness, and moral compass frustrate and fascinate him. He gives up on trying to sign a contract when you sew a button to a needle and declare it your “spear of justice.”

Over time, Azul softens. He becomes more like a curious older brother, gently adjusting things around the Lounge to keep you safe. When others ask why there’s a spoonful of soup left untouched in a covered cup, he just smiles. “You wouldn’t understand.”

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim is ecstatic about you. Tiny? Magical? Fast? He immediately proclaims you as his new best friend.

“I’ll build you a tiny palace! Wait, no—a flying carpet the size of a napkin! Wait—!!” He gets too excited and nearly drops you once, after which he cries for ten minutes and apologizes a hundred times.

He’ll talk to you endlessly, always keeping his hands open in case you want to sit or rest. You bring out the protector in him—even more than usual.

He’ll often check on you at night, sneaking to Ramshackle with Jamil: “Just making sure Yuu’s got enough soup in that little walnut bowl I left!”

You’re the only one who can calm his impulsiveness, and he treasures that. He might carry you in his turban during parties—laughing when you whisper sarcastic commentary into his ear.

Jamil Viper

At first, Jamil is suspicious of you. Not because you’re small, but because you’re hiding something. No magic, no documents, no origin—just a palm-sized person with a quick tongue and darting limbs.

You sit on a teacup handle and stare him down. “I’m just trying to survive.”

That breaks him. He understands too well.

He helps secretly—making sure insects don’t crawl into your hideouts, teaching you hand signals for when danger is near, even teaching you how to climb with thread like rope.

Over time, he’s lowkey protective. Not openly, but when someone gets too close to squishing you, his knife just happens to land a little too close to their foot.

“Oops,” he says flatly. “Watch where you’re stepping.”

Vil Schoenheit

Vil is... conflicted. You’re unique, yes. Adorable even. But also in constant danger of being stepped on, blown away, or snatched. He hates the lack of control over your circumstances.

“You cannot just scamper around like a beetle. It’s unsightly, not to mention dangerous!”

You sass back, "It’s not like I can call Uber, Vil!"

Eventually, he assigns Rook to act as a part-time scout for you and orders Epel to stitch you clothes that aren’t made from sock threads. He even designs you an entire outfit using his makeup brush handle as a mannequin.

Vil finds himself stunned when he sees you asleep in a flower, curled up like a dream. Something in him aches. He doesn’t say it, but he respects your resilience. He sees beauty in your courage. “You are... breathtakingly bold for someone so easily crushed.”

Idia Shroud

Idia screams the first time you appear on his desk. He thinks you’re a bug. You flinch. He yelps. Both of you freeze in pure social anxiety.

But then… he’s intrigued.

He sets up an entire mini VR headset for you using crystal shards and animation illusion spells. He makes you a gaming chair out of a cotton spool. Your tiny hands can only press one key at a time, but you’re shockingly fast.

He becomes addicted to your presence. He leaves little post-it notes with “quests” for you, complete with (ridiculous) rewards like a micro chocolate chip or a pebble carved into a sword.

“You’re like a gacha character I rolled on accident… but you’re actually broken-tier support,” he mutters during a call with Ortho.

He starts watching you from afar, heart pounding when you call him “cool” for your size-adjusted gadgets. You’re the only one who ever calls him that without irony.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus finds you during a nightly walk near Ramshackle, standing in front of a moth, gently coaxing it away from your tiny hideout.

He’s fascinated. Captivated.

You should fear him—but you don’t. You look up, fearless and small, and speak to him as if you weren’t the size of his thumb. “You’re not going to eat me, are you?” He lets out a deep, echoing laugh. “What a curious creature you are.”

From then on, he visits nightly. He lets you sit on his shoulder, tucked into the collar of his cloak, and talks about loneliness, time, and stars.

You tell him stories from your world. He listens.

Sometimes, he lowers his face until it’s inches from you. “You are… extraordinary, child of man. So small, yet so full of fire.”

When he learns how you fear never returning home—how your world wasn’t safe for your kind either—he offers his protection. Not as a contract. Not as a deal.

“I do not make light promises, Yuu. But know this—so long as I exist, no harm shall come to you.”

You sleep safely in a blossom at his side that night, wrapped in dragon-warmed magic.

And for the first time in a long while, you feel a little less alone.

[cuntlyleaderxx]

Dinner

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Katie b x f!reader

Warnings- Fluff. Suggestive dialogue. sex tape mentioned. ( and I mean mentioned, mentioned)

A/n - this my first wlw fic so be kind ♡︎ also im sleep deprived

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It had been a long day.

You’d worked back-to-back shifts since one of your coworkers called out sick, but at least there was one thing to look forward to…

Climbing into Katie’s car, you barely had time to shut the door before she let out a low whistle.

“You really gonna go out lookin’ like that?” she said, eyes raking down your body as she slowly put the car in drive.

You blinked. “Why? What’s wrong with it?”

You were genuinely nervous. You knew Katie didn’t like you showing off too much when y’all were out together—but once you got home? Whole different story.

Tonight, you’d chosen low-rise jeans (your black g-string barely peeking out), and an olive off-shoulder top that made your tits look unfairly good.

Katie didn’t answer right away. Her long fingers crept over to your thigh, gripping the denim like she could rip through it if she wanted.

“Nothin’ wrong with it,” she said, smirking.

The car began to glide forward.

“I just don’t wanna spend the whole night watchin’ people stare at what’s mine.”

Her grip tightened.

Your face went red.

“But hey…” she added, lips brushing a grin, “keep it on. I’ll just remind you later who you wore it for.”

On the drive, she cut the radio.

Lunch by Billie Eilish came on instead.

One of your favorite songs. It always reminded you of the night you met Katie—two years ago at a friend’s party. She’d cornered you in the kitchen, asked for a lighter, and never left your orbit again.

“She’s takin’ pictures in the mirror… Oh my God, her skin’s so clear…”

You looked over.

She was singing under her breath, trying to hide her mouth by facing the window.

“Now she’s smilin’ ear to ear. She’s the headlights, I’m the deer…”

You locked eyes. Her green eyes reflected your shape in the glass, and she didn’t look away—until she remembered she was driving. Then, finally, she pulled her hand from your thigh and let it rest on the armrest between you.

“Whatcha lookin’ at?” she asked, voice cocky and sarcastic like one of her streams.

“N-nothing,” you stammered.

She snorted.

“Don’t give me fucking sass, I’ll kick your ass out and make you walk home.”

You tried not to laugh, even though her fake-anger always made you giggle.

“I’m not afraid to cancel this dinner and watch your fine ass walk barefoot down Main Street.”

This time, she didn’t even look over. Her eyes dipped to your chest, nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric.

She bit her lip.

Ran her hand through her hair.

Said nothing the rest of the way.

At the restaurant, she opened your door like a gentleman, only to smack your ass as you stood.

Inside, Katie acted like your bodyguard. She stayed behind you, ordered for both of you, and made sure no one looked too long at anything that belonged to her.

You were still waiting on drinks when you got bored.

“Katie, can I look through your phone?” you whined.

Usually she’d deflect—ask why you didn’t just use your own phone, even though you both knew exactly what was on hers.

Tonight? Different.

“Sure,” she said, flipping the menu. “Whatever the fuck you want, baby.”

You typed in her passcode (your birthday, obviously) and started scrolling.

You checked her socials—some people had found her secret Instagram. Her Notes app was quiet except for the last line:

“Things to get Y/N for her birthday ”

You smiled.

Then tapped on the Camera Roll.

You were expecting pics of her bulldog.

What you got was…

fuck.

The screen flashed red.

Your face went redder.

Somehow, you’d opened a private album:

Scissor City.

You immediately felt bad. And then—way worse—you felt horny.

Your thumb hovered… and then gave in.

First pic:

Katie in the mirror wearing only your hoodie. Her thighs spread. The strap across her lap like it belonged there. Rings on every finger.

Next:

Your bare back, caught from above. The covers barely covering your ass. A purple hickey glowing on your neck like war paint.

Another:

You in her lap, drowning in her oversized tee, her hand so high on your thigh it was basically illegal.

And then—

You saw it.

The tape.

The phone was propped against a pillow. You, sweaty, legs trembling. Katie’s tongue sliding down your stomach like a death sentence.

She reached for the phone briefly, adjusted it.

And then—clear view.

Your pussy, wet and open, on full display.

Her face buried between your thighs.

Your fingers tangled in her hair.

You could feel it again, like muscle memory.

“You haven’t said anything in a while.”

Katie’s voice pulled you out of it.

She reached across the table and snatched the phone—casual as ever.

“Damn,” she muttered, tilting it toward herself. “That’s good quality.”

You sat frozen.

She slid her leg against yours under the table, didn’t even look at you.

“You looked so fucking fuckable that night. Your hair all perfect, makeup done, that little dress…”

She smacked her hand lightly against the table.

“That whole night I was just planning how I was gonna rip it off you.”

Your mouth opened. Nothing came out.

She kept watching the video—again. Then tapped the screen to rewind it to your favorite part. (Yeah, she knew.)

“I thought about selling this,” she added casually, like she was talking about bread. “Could probably make rent off your moans alone. But nah… I’d rather keep it. Personal collection. For nights you piss me off.”

She turned her gaze on you, finally.

Green eyes dark. Hungry.

“Don’t look so flustered now, baby.”

smirk

“You’re the one who spread your legs for the camera.”

You didn’t finish your drink.

Katie didn’t let you.

And you definitely didn’t make it through dessert.

a/n - I’m healed

[a-sky-full-of-ideas]

Okay so here are some Akram x Carl fics I need (more of) asap

mainly ones in which one of them is (inexplicably) jealous!

Jealous!Carl:

So for fics he doesn’t realises that he is jealous cause he is in love with, he just keeps blaming it on “unprofessionalism” and “just looking out for Akram”

In fics where he DOES know it, he swings back and forth between overtly sarcastic and possessive of Akram to being more distant than ever and overtly professional, people are getting concerned

But what happens ?

A former friend/colleague of Akram is essential to a case (he is genuine good guy) and Carl can’t stand their closeness.

As we have seen Akrams tends to stay a bit longer with the victims (family) and says some encouragement. Carl is unreasonably annoyed by it and everyone thinks his aversion to politeness. But he just can’t stand Akrams focus to be on anyone or anything other than himself.

Akram mourning his wife and Carl feels like a total jackass to be jealous of a dead woman. A clearly so wonderful one at that.

People catch on that it’s actually Akram being the genius and try to persuade him to change departments. Carl does not like it one bit but he realistically knows it might be better for Akrams career to not depend on HIM of all people. Does he push Akram to take these offers as a self sacrifice? Does he threaten everyone ?

And how does Akram react ?

In fics where ehe DOES realise what’s happening I think he would drag it out a bit,both to test, if his theory is correct, as well as to give Carl a chance to just confess himself(which he doesn’t), only to confront Carl in the most inconvenient moment (aka embarrassing for Carl or highly anxious)

If Carl is the angry kind of jealous in the fix it would at some point annoy Akram, just cause it angers, terrifies or otherwise hurt their clients. So he confronts Carl about the unprofessional part in this and asks him what is going on with him and that he should fix it but in his usually matter of fact way.

If Carl is the distant type of jealous in the fic, Akram too would confront him at some point to ask what he did wrong and how he can fix it and pls don’t hate or fire me. “I will find a way to fix it.” Carl has a mental breakdown realising how he hurt Akram.

Jealous!Akram:

I think Akram would not be visibly jealous besides a sad or angry glint his eye that Carl can’t decipher. Taking a step back her and there but overall nothing you can pinpoint as “off”. An Internal conflict. Only if the cause of his jealousy turns out to be a dick (working for the bad guys) he is more enthusiastic to break a spine than usually. His professional opinion of course.

But what happens?

Akram assumes Martin and Carl are a thing bc they live together and raise a son (there is already a good fic for this but pls do more!)

Akram assumes Carl is hung up on James, especially since all the nurses and other people make jokes or assumptions about them being partners, where as no one ever assumes HIM to be Carls partner. ‘Is he not good enough to seem like Carls partner for only a second ?’

If carl plays into the joke it’s cause he is so relieved that nobody assumes Akram is his partner or he would be a blushing mess and this is easier

If Carl is visibly disgusted, he keeps wishing it’s Akram they would assume is his partner but clearly everyone knows Akram is way out of his league. Too bad that Akram assumes him homophobic or at least averse to being gay/bi himself.

Akram sees Carl and his therapist becoming friends and assumes due to their private meetings and flirtatious banter (it’s Carl deflecting and sometimes she indulges his decision to not think)

A former colleague of Carl helps them (not a good guy) (Akrams is a bit too happy about pushing him down the stairs too)

These are prompts aka pls write them!!! Tag me perhaps so I can read them but feel free to use any and every snippet I wrote in whatever combination !!! Experiment !!

[a-phoenix-must-burn]

Against his mind’s wishes, Phoenix froze as Lucifer straddled his lap. It probably wouldn’t have been smart to push her off, but Phoenix’s hands ever so dearly wished to do so. Lu was his way back home. The last thing he needed to do was piss them off.

The hand in his hair makes Phoenix shiver. Out of some weird satisfaction or mild fear, he couldn’t tell. Probably fear, considering the fact that the idea of getting his brain cut into wasn’t one that he was very fond of.

“I think you could, uh, cut my legs off. At least below the knee. So long as you use a tourniquet, I won't bleed out too fast. We did that once to someone for information. Ended up killing him anyway, but he lasted longer than we expected him to."

Of course Phoenix would answer the more than likely rhetorical question with an actual response. In his defense, he was nervous, and when he was nervous with no time to mentally prepare, he rambled.

When Lu put the cigarette out on his bare skin, Phoenix's hands clenched at his sides and he took in a sharp breath. The feeling of his skin burning wasn't one that he was unfamiliar with, one look at him could tell anyone that, but that didn't mean he was comfortable with it.

Before he could stop himself, he said, "Y'know, people usually pay to do that."

He really needed to work on thinking before he spoke.

"I can go about a week without food until my stomach starts to hurt, last I checked. And uh. I'm not sure. I'd probably just stay here, right? Or maybe my soul would kind of...follow you around? Because of the deal? I'm just making an educated guess at this point."

Sure, Phoenix was curious as to what would happen, but he really didn't want to be the one to try it out. Funny how that worked.

Phoenix can't seem to help the way that his face twists into some kind of annoyed confusion as he starts to speak. "That's--" He cuts himself off with a sigh and shakes his head. It doesn't even really matter, now that he thinks about it. Besides, it was probably better to not piss of the literal devil.

He watched as Lu started smoking a cigarette, his lips pursing slightly. With a slight sigh, Phoenix sat up, wiping the ash off of his arms and back as best he could.

"Hah. Ain't that the truth. I can only imagine that your issues are marginally more important for the fate of the world than mine are, but y'know."

Phoenix shrugged and looked back over to where the husk of his mother sat. He narrowed his eyes before shaking his head and looking back at Lu.

"I think you'd be a horrible drinking buddy."

The words are impulsive, but most things that Phoenix says are. He can't seem to help it. All his self-control goes to missions.

"But I'd still want to drink with you. Can you even get drunk? I'd love to know the science behind that. How human are you? How much do you resemble someone like me?"

The thought that Lu, the literal Devil herself, could be anything like Phoenix made him smile. It was almost funny, in a way. Phoenix had questions, so many questions, but he decided to keep them to himself for now. He was sure he'd have plenty of time to ask them later.

[greyedian]

longing for the day when making fanart stops feeling like i'm massively disrespecting the source material lol

[frameconfessions]

I used to be obsessed with this game 4 years ago or so and wanna get back into it but can't find it in me to do it.. sigh it's still my favorite sci-fi world but now I don't know half the characters

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