#and i finally got myself to actually do something

[organic-bloodbath]

Seizure

Nam-gyu x Reader

Summary: You get a seizure during one of the games and get help from someone completely unexpected.

A/N: Never imagined to write about this junkie but this gif made me kinda feel things. OOC but idc. Also didn't know if i'd even post this cos it's basically just for myself as someone who has epilepsy and deadass would actually die there bc of it if i didn't get my meds 🧍🏻‍♀️

i'll probably delete this

♧♧

When you were about to start the first game, you noticed someone familiar in the distance. At least someone who reminded you a lot about a specific person from your past. No, it couldn't be him… could it?

When you locked eyes with him, you got your answer – it indeed was him.

Nam-gyu.

The boy you had gone to the same middle school with all those years ago. The boy who hung out with your brother after school at your house. The boy who sat next to you during math classes and kept stealing your erasers. The boy who told your first crush that you liked him, just to tease and make fun of you, and you ended up running back home crying. The boy who stared at you a little too long when he saw you in bikinis for the first time when you were 15 years old — though you didn’t seem to be aware of that. The boy who was a pain in the ass for eight years of your life.

"Well, well, well. Who do we have here?" Nam-gyu said when you had returned to the dorm after the first game, standing in front of you with his hands in his pockets. He had a blue ‘O’ patch attached to his green jacket while you had chosen the red ‘X’, dividing you into separate groups, just like back in school.

You hadn't seen him at all in the past 10 years. He had changed a little but not enough to be unrecognizable to you.

"Nam-gyu," you said, crossing your arms. "Long time no see."

As the games progressed, you ended up into separate groups. Nam-gyu was with Thanos, Min-su and Se-mi, while you were with Gi-hun, Dae-ho and Jun-hee. You barely looked at his way, almost forgetting he even was there.

Only once in a while did you spare a glance or two towards his way. However, Nam-gyu was looking in your way a lot more than you did to his; he hadn't seen you at all in a decade and god, how much you had changed. The last time he had seen you, you had been a girl but now you were a grown ass woman.

And pretty as hell too, though that's something he'd keep to himself.

When the hide and seek game was about to start, you examined the triangle key that was hanging on your neck.

"Hope you're still a fast runner like in middle school," Nam-gyu snickered behind you, holding the knife assigned to him and gently tapped your shoulder with the flat side of the blade. "Because i'm gonna hunt you down."

"Yeah?" you said, crossing your arms and tried to look all confident, lifting your chin up high. "I'm gonna wear you off quite quickly."

Nam-gyu left you alone and teamed up with Myung-gi who had changed vests with Jun-hee, now both men in the red team.

During the game, you ended up losing Dae-ho who you had teamed up with, having no idea where he was right now. However, you kept searching for the exit on your own, opening as many doors as you could with your key, but always running into dead ends.

Just after you had entered the next room, Nam-gyu right behind you, you suddenly stopped on your tracks. All you did was stare ahead of you, mind completely blank.

"There you are," Nam-gyu smirked, finally catching up with you, but the arrogance quickly turned into confusion for how you were acting at the moment, not answering to him with some sarcastic remark.

You had suffered from epilepsy since you were 12 years old. Nam-gyu knew that, he had been there when you got a seizure after school. Your brother knew what to do, but all Nam-gyu had been able to do was to watch you from the side since he had never been in that sort of a situation, not knowing what the hell was happening.

You hadn’t gotten a single seizure in the past three years, thanks to your medication, so you hadn’t thought about it here that much before. The medicine had to be taken twice in a day but now you didn’t have it here, having been several days in a row without a single pill.

Oh fuck. No, no, not right now, Nam-gyu thought.

Then, your legs betrayed you but Nam-gyu managed to catch you before you hit the ground, gently laying your body down.

What the hell was he supposed to do?

“She has to stay on her side,” your brother said, turning your body on the side. “Go grab a pillow or something soft to place under her head.”

Nam-gyu didn’t have a pillow here or anything soft. He was on his knees next to you, starting to fully panic what to do. Soft, soft, soft, something to protect your head. Nam-gyu ended up just placing your head on his lap, not restricting your head from moving but making sure you weren’t hitting it on the floor while convulsing.

He wasn't sure how long it took, probably only a minute or two, but it felt much longer than that. Eventually, your body stopped moving and for a second Nam-gyu was afraid you had actually died, having your body completely limp and eyes closed. He put his finger under your nose, feeling air hit his skin. Okay, you were still breathing, you weren't dead.

Nam-gyu was running out of time, and he still needed to find someone to kill. Someone wearing a blue vest. He had killed one player but it was together with Myung-gi, so he had to find another.

Someone like you.

You would have been an easy target, lying on the floor unconscious, still breathing – not able to fight back. But he couldn't get himself to stab the knife through you.

If he simply left you here to lay down all by yourself, someone from the red team might find you and kill you instead. Nam-gyu groaned and rubbed his face, thinking what the hell he should do.

Nam-gyu eventually stood up and walked to a corpse nearby, gathering blood into his hands from the pool of blood the man was lying on. Then, he rubbed the dead man's blood on you: your shirt (both on your stomach and back), face, hands – anywhere to make it look like you were injured and dead.

"This is really fucking nasty but you don't leave me much of a choice," Nam-gyu mumbled. God damn it, he wasn't made to taking care of someone else – he could barely take care of himself.

There was 15 minutes of the game left. As long as you wouldn't move an inch or breathe too loudly, you'd be safe, he was sure of it. Why did he even care? He didn't. If you died… whatever. He didn't give a damn about you. Of course not.

Alright, maybe he did just a little. Maybe he did have a crush on you in middle school but obviously that had already passed. Of course it had.

Nam-gyu shook his head and left the room without looking back.

“Where have you been?” Myung-gi asked, but Nam-gyu just brushed his question off and walked past him, making Myung-gi follow.

When Nam-gyu had killed a blue vested player, along with Myung-gi, he returned to you, still laying on your side. Not dead, just asleep. Untouched.

Nam-gyu shook your shoulder to get you awake. He'd rather get you out of there by himself than have the guards to drag you away.

"Hm?" you mumbled, still half asleep but slowly stirring awake.

"Wakey wakey, princess," Nam-gyu said, looking you into your eyes now that you were awake.

"Don't call me a princess," you managed to mumble, even in your hazy state, brain like scrambled eggs right now.

Nam-gyu helped you to sit up and lean against the wall. You winced and held your head, getting a strong and pounding headache.

"Where are we? What’s going on?" you asked, confused about the entire situation, struggling to remember what had happened.

"Still in the middle of the game," Nam-gyu explained. "You got a seizure."

You just stared at Nam-gyu with narrowed eyes, tired and sensitive to lights which were surprisingly bright at the moment. You tried to make a sense of this situation but your brain was total mush.

"I think i'm gonna throw up," you muttered, feeling something build up in your throat but nothing came out. "How much time is there left?"

"Around five minutes," Nam-gyu replied.

Your head was killing you right now and you were feeling too exhausted to even sit up, so you lowered yourself back on your side, letting your head rest on Nam-gyu's lap.

It startled him a little but he let you stay there, rest on him for those five minutes.

♧♧

When it was time for the light’s out, you were afraid of falling asleep. What if you got a seizure in your sleep? You liked to sleep on your back the most but if you did get a seizure at night, you’d probably choke on your own spit. Sleeping on your side didn’t feel so natural to you and you’d almost always eventually roll on your back.

You had an idea in your mind but you hated yourself for it. You couldn’t just go and ask him about it. If it would be okay with him. If he could help you out just for this night. It felt stupid to even consider it an option, surely he’d just laugh at you how ridiculous you were being and make you go back to your own bed.

You had mostly recovered from the seizure earlier and the realization of the entire situation hit hard on your face. You hated others watching you have a seizure, it was so embarrassing. Humiliating. In front of your family it wasn’t as bad but with strangers or people like Nam-gyu — people who already kept teasing and making fun of you? Hell no.

Nam-gyu was awake in his bed when you approached him.

“Already miss me?” he teased.

“Can I…” you started, the words stuck in your throat. Oh god this felt so wrong. “Can I sleep with you tonight?”

Nam-gyu instantly sat up, now curious what you were exactly suggesting.

“Wanna sleep with me, huh?” he smirked, eyeing you from head to toe. “Here? While all these other people sleep? Damn, didn’t know you were such a —“

“I didn’t mean like that,” you spat, interrupting him before he’d go into any further details. “I mean just sleeping. Only sleeping. Nothing else.”

Nam-gyu narrowed his eyes, an amused smile spreading on his lips right after. “Thought you couldn’t stand the thought of me sleeping even in the same room with me.”

“What?” you asked, confused what he meant.

“You know, when I’d stay with your brother and —“

“I was 13 years old for fuck’s sake,” you groaned. “Just, can I or do I leave you alone?”

“If you promise not to snore though,” he pointed out.

“I do not snore,” you scoffed.

“Well, you kinda do. I heard it all the way from— Ow!” Nam-gyu started but winced when you hit him on his shoulder.

“Just forget it,” you mumbled and turned around to leave, but Nam-gyu just grabbed your hand and pulled you back.

“You can stay if you want to.”

“What?” you asked, furrowing your eyebrows. “Seriously?”

“I don’t mind." He shrugged, trying to act all nonchalant, but on the inside he was going crazy at the moment. Having you sleep in the same bed with him? You being the one to suggest it? This had to be some sort of a dream which he would wake up from any moment now.

You hesitantly laid yourself down on the bed, Nam-gyu backing off towards the edge to make room for you. You swallowed while laying your head on the pillow, Nam-gyu breathing on the back of your head. He moved closer to you so that his chest was now against your back, making sure that you wouldn’t roll on your back during your sleep.

Nam-gyu kept his hand on your stomach. “And no funny business with your hands, alright?” you ordered, being able to imagine how his hands would start roaming around your body at night.

“I’ll try to behave,” Nam-gyu smirked.

You already knew this was a bad idea but you couldn’t figure out any other solution to be able to sleep at ease.

When you woke up in the morning, having slept all night without waking up even once, you felt a hand cupping your left breast.

You hit Nam-gyu on his ribs with your elbow, startling him awake.

“Jesus christ, what the hell was that for?” Nam-gyu groaned, pulling his hand away.

“I said no touching with your hands,” you repeated with a firm tone.

“Hey, I’m a guy with a pretty girl in my bed, it’s simply an instinct I can’t control,” Nam-gyu tried to reason with a serious expression on his face. His arm was numb from your weight, feeling pins and needles all around the limb.

You tried the ignore the fact how he called you ‘pretty’, turning your face away just in case you’d blush.

“Whatever,” you mumbled and got up from the bed.

Nam-gyu looked after you when you walked away from him. He had liked you sleeping next to him surprisingly lot, a little too much maybe. Nam-gyu watched for a moment when you talked with player 456 about something.

He had known you for years when you were kids. Back then you were like the annoying little sister to him but now? All grown up and independent? You definitely weren’t like an annoying little sister anymore. Annoying, probably, but otherwise he wasn’t really able to explain what he was feeling.

All Nam-gyu knew was that he wanted you close to him again.

♧♧

Before the jump rope game, you were getting anxious. What if you got another seizure while you were standing on the bridge? Well, at least people wouldn’t stare at you too long since you’d instantly drop down anyway — looking at the good sides.

Nam-gyu stared at you, biting your fingernail that you always did when you were stressed. A thought of him carrying you over the bridge to ensure that you would reach the other side safely crossed his mind but he knew he wouldn’t manage to do that. He didn’t trust that you wouldn’t suddenly zone out in the middle, even if it would be just a few seconds, and get swept off by your feet. Nam-gyu was sure that you were afraid of the same thing just by the sight of you at the moment.

His own nerves were going crazy too, the crave — the need — for drugs not being helpful at all, making it all even worse. But the crave, the need, for you was even stronger right now.

Nam-gyu took a deep breath and then walked to you. He grabbed you by your arm, turning your body to face him.

“Wha—“ you started but was interrupted by him crashing his lips on yours, taking you into a deep kiss. He had his hand on the back of your head, making sure you wouldn’t escape his hold before he was done.

You were too shocked to even be able to move. Just when you were starting to actually realize what he was doing and you were able to react to the kiss, he already pulled away.

“Just in case one of us dies,” he whispered and winked, the left corner of his lips rising a little. Then, he let go of you and walked to the bridge without another word.

You just stood there for several seconds, looking after him with red cheeks and lips apart from the shock. Lips that Nam-gyu had just kissed. What the fucking hell got into him, you thought. How were you supposed to concentrate on the game now that you had the memory of him kissing you in your mind?

You shook your head, trying to erase Nam-gyu out of your mind, but he was stuck there for good.

Just focus on jumping at the correct moment. Don't think about it, just concentrate on the rope which will kill you if you don't jump on time. Don't think about how nice his lips had felt, just concentrate on the rope which will swipe you to your death if you don't jump on time.

Jump, step, step, step, jump, step, kiss- stop it, step, jump, his lips- shut the fuck up, jump, gap, fuck there's a gap, jump... You were sweating by now, heart hammering inside your chest. Over half way, you could do it. Don't look at the corpses all the way down there, don't look at them. But the kiss, damn, SHUT UP.

When you jumped to the platform among the other players who had passed the game, you could have fallen on your knees and kissed the ground under your feet.

Your gaze found Nam-gyu standing on the side, looking at the time which was running down second by second. Couple of minutes to go.

You walked up to him and when you were standing right in front of him, you slapped him on the cheek before he managed to say a single word. Not too hard to hurt but hard enough to sting a little.

“Why did you do that?” you spat.

“You were the one to hit me,” he stated, holding his cheek with wide eyes.

“Why the hell would you kiss me like that?” you asked. “That was the worst moment to do that.”

“Yeah? So there’s a right moment for that, huh?” Nam-gyu smirked, and you wanted to slap that smile off his face but managed to keep your cool. You just rolled your eyes. “Call it for good luck.”

“I’m your good luck charm or something?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“Something like that,” he smiled. “Come on, don’t act like you didn’t like that.”

“Don’t be so arrogant,” you sighed.

“Well, you didn’t get a seizure so it must have had an effect here,” he said and tapped your head with his finger three times. You brushed his hand away.

“You think you kissing me has the same effect like my medicine?” you scoffed and shook your head. “Delusional as always.”

“I saw the way you blushed after the kiss though,” he smirked, tilting his head to the left.

“I did not,” you denied, though it was useless to lie about it to him at this point.

"Mhm," he hummed, amused at your reactions. He took a step closer and tilted your chin up with his finger, looking directly into your eyes. "Do let me know if you want to sleep together again though."

With a wink, he walked past you, leaving you by yourself with confused thought and feelings and heart beating rapidly.

♧♧

[n3wlove]

affection

synopsis — taking care of hungover nam-gyu (part 2 to this fic. i suggest you read it before this one so you better understand the plot)

note — i finally enjoy writing again! (this is only a phase, i should be more humble) i'm proud of myself for being able to make a part 2 so fast as the orginal fic took 1 and a half weeks to make. depression is a bitch. anyways, hope this is enjoyed! i could turn it into a series if anyone wants it. maybe. i do want to write something where namgyu and reader are in the games together. also, i'm sorry, this is way shorter and way worse than i wanted it to be, it's just i wanted to post a part 2 quickly. requests are open as always!!

tags — mentions of alcohol, sickness, hangover, fluff, he is very clingy when he is sick, established relationship..ish? y/n and him are very complicated < i know i should cleared that up in the last fic btw—forgive me—i might elaborate on it if theres another part to this :)

The morning poured from the window creating a beautiful glow over Nam-gyu's face. You were the first to wake up. Typical. You turned onto your side, giving you a better view of Nam-gyu beside you. His hair was all over his face, greasy and slick to his skin. Drool poured from his mouth. Yesterday was rough.

You would forget about it, like you usually did, but now, alone with your thoughts, you had time to reflect. Time to wonder what could’ve been different. You tried not to dwell on it because you didn’t want to be frustrated with him when he woke up.

With that, you got up from the bed, stretching your arms over your head and yawning. Behind you, you suddenly heard the sound of shifting sheets.

You glanced over your shoulder. Nam-gyu had started to stir, turning over. You tried to smile at him. But really, there wasn’t much on your face except exhaustion.

Eventually, he had finally awoken fully, though still tired. He squinted in your direction, rubbing at his eyes with the back of his hand. The sunlight seeping in through the window hit him almost instantly, and he let out a low, tired whine.

He pulled the comforter over his head, shielding himself.

Already, your mind was wandering back to the night before. Where Nam-gyu stumbled in drunk. God, he’s hungover.

You sighed, walking toward him, bracing yourself for whatever you would be dealing with.

It wasn’t like this was new. You’d taken care of him while he was hungover more times than you should've. Even before you were 'dating', you were somehow the only one who was there to do it.

After parties, everyone else would disappear, too drunk and too uninterested.

But you always stayed. You didn’t want yourself to reminisce too hard on that though, so you pushed those thoughts to the side. There were better things to think about.

Now, you were already standing at his side of the bed, eyes settling on the way his body curled under the blankets, still half-asleep and visibly distressed.

He was a mess, and you knew you'd help him anyway.

Nam-gyu curled in on himself, noticing your presence. His arms wrapped tight around his stomach. Nausea.

“Hey 'Gyu, you doing okay?” you asked softly, placing a hand on his shoulder.

He would let out a small whimper in response, shifting just enough to look at you. And when his gaze met yours, he instantly noticed the way you were actually worried, really worried about him. His cheeks flushed a light pink, and he turned his head away, pressing his face into the pillow, pushing those thoughts aside.

“I'm fine Y/N, I—”

He would begin in an exhausted voice. He didn’t get to finish, his hand flew to his mouth, and he gagged.

Instantly, a wave of panic hit you. You watched, staying still for a few moments, before Nam-gyu threw the blankets off himself and bolted to the bathroom. You followed behind him, heart racing.

He fell to his knees in front of the toilet and started puking. You dropped down beside him, carefully sweeping some of his hair out of his face and holding the rest back. You looked away, giving him as much privacy as you could, even though it wasn't much.

When he was done, he sat beside you trembling, sweaty, pale, and barely holding himself up.

You stood up, grabbing a towel from the cabinet and running it under cold water. You knelt back beside him, pressing it to his forehead. You pulled him closer. You noticed how his skin was burning.

Nam-gyu let his head rest on your chest as he stared at the wall, still panting and regaining some composure. You let him, stroking his hair gently.

You finally decided to say something to break the silence.

"Nam-gyu, you should get some rest. C'mere, i'll lead you back to the bed."

He groaned in response, barely resisting as you helped him back to his feet. His movements were unsteady, but you managed to guide him toward the bed successfully.

Once there, he sank down and pulled the blankets up over his shoulders, shutting his eyes. You nodded quietly to yourself. He clearly needed the rest more than anything right now.

Right before you turned away to go walk off and make some breakfast, he grabbed you by your sleeve. You looked over at him, confused and a little scared.

"No, stay."

He murmured softly.

You furrowed your brows. He wanted you to stay? But why? You didn't question it too much. He wanted you with him, and if that is what would make him feel better, you would give it to him.

"Okay," you replied. "but first can I make you something? You haven't eaten at all and that might make you feel worse."

Nam-gyu sighed, finally letting his grip on your sleeve go.

"Mhm, sure... be quick."

You smiled, nodding your head. It was good enough of a "sure" for Nam-gyu.

You walked into the kitchen slowly, worry nagging at you. After a minute of standing there deciding what to make him, you decided on hibiscus tea and toast. Not the most practical for a hangover, but it always helped you, and you hoped it would do the same for Nam-gyu.

Seventeen minutes later, you were stepping back into the bedroom, hovering over Nam-gyu’s sick body. You sat everything down carefully on the nightstand beside him, a quiet and worried sigh escaping your lips.

His eyes went up to meet yours. He didn’t say anything for a while, just stared. And you looked back at him, neither of you breaking eye contact. There was something in his gaze that you couldn’t quite name, but it wasn’t mean. It seemed loving.

Eventually, he did look away, and thanked you in a small raspy voice.

"You're welcome 'Gyu."

He ended up demolishing the entire thing in 6 minutes max with a little tea left over. You drank the rest of it, Hibiscus being one of your favorite types.

"Are you going to rest the entire day?" You asked him, grabbing the plate and cup about to take it back to the kitchen.

"Well, I don't have any other things to do." He responded simply.

"Do you feel better?"

"Mmm... barely. I think I would be better if you laid with me for a little bit."

You giggled softly. He always knew how to make you feel like a teenage girl again, even while hungover, he knew the proper words to have you blushing, butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

"Give me just a minute." You told him, turning around to head back to the kitchen.

As you walked in and placed the dirty dishes in the sink, you pulled your phone out of your pocket, You opened your messages, tapping on your closest friend, Ara's, contact.

You told her everything of course, every detail about you and Nam-gyu's relationship. That meant telling her even about his situation with the hangover.

you [10:32AM] : hes alive btw

ara [10:34am] : i dont get why you haven't just left him to take care of himself. grown man mind you

you [10:35am] : i wouldve, but someone has to take care of him

you [10:35am] : he threw up first thing this morning it seemed painful

ara [10:35am] : you're always the one taking care of him though, that must get annoying 😭

you [10:36am] : oh trust me it does

you [10:36am] : but i cant help myself from wanting to make sure hes well and safe

ara [10:37am] : you really do love him. so just get married already. save everyone who is waiting for it some time

you [10:37] : not in a million years

You slid your phone back into your pocket, shaking your head. Ara’s words echoed inside your head, and for a moment, you genuinely considered. Why hadn’t you just let him figure it out on his own like she said?

It's not like you were responsible for him. He was the one who came in last night hostile towards you for nothing, drunk out of his mind.

And yes, you were aware that you cared too much. And if someone gave you the option to change that, you wouldn't.

You knew someone had to save Nam-gyu from himself. That someone would be you.

You started to make your way back to the bedroom. When you got there, you quietly shut the door behind you being sure not to startle Nam-gyu. Seeing you walk in, he stretched his arms behind his head. His eyes trailed your body up and down, not judging, just watching.

“So are you gonna get in bed with me or what?” he asked you, cocking his head to the side. You just shrugged, walking over to the other side of the bed.

“You’re really needy,” you stated, slipping under the comforter and immediately curling up beside him.

“What’s wrong with needing my nurse, huh?” he said teasingly with his fingers drifting up to your hair, twirling a strand lazily between them. “I know you like taking care of me.”

You didn't respond to that, just leaned into his touch. There weren't any words that needed to be said, anyways.

You sighed, wrapping your arms around him. He pulled you closer, his head resting on top of yours. You listened to the gentle thud of his heartbeat, his breath going from even to uneven at times. This time, the silence wasn't haunting or intimidating, it was comforting.

"Thank you again, Y/n." Nam-gyu said suddenly, his voice quieter than how he usually spoke.

"You don't need to thank me. Like you said, I like doing this for you." You quickly responded.

He reacted to your words warmly, the grin he wore when he was satisfied appearing on his face.

"So how about we watch a movie then?" He asked, changing the topic. Before you even got the chance to respond he was already reaching over to the nightstand, grabbing the remote.

"Well, what do you want to watch? I mean, your taste in film kind of sucks." You told him, a smirk forming on the corner of your lips.

He scoffed. "Film? Are you a movie critic now?"

"Film is just the proper word for movies."

"Yeah, whatever. Since you know so much, pick." He retorted, throwing the remote into your hand. Your mind immediately went blank.

"Okay then,” you said confidently, even though deep down you knew that you were nervous. You decided to pick any movie that looked good from the cover and you ended up with The Lost Boys. It couldn't be that bad since you had always enjoyed stories about vampires.

He raised an eyebrow at the choice, already judging. “You're choosing that? That looks terrible."

“It'll be better than that zombie thing you made me sit through last time.”

"Why are you acting like Train to Busan didn’t destroy you? You were crying all over me by the time it was finished."

You knew he was right, so you just ignored him, hitting play.

The room got quiet after that. Nam-gyu was lying back, propping himself up on a pillow while you eased down beside him. You guys kept some space at first.

However, the more time that passed while the movie was playing the more tired you got. Despite it being morning, Nam-gyu had pulled the black out curtains over the window. It was a dark enough setting for you to sleep in.

At some point, your head gently fell against his shoulder.

He didn’t say anything. He just glanced down at you out of the corner of his eye. He shifted slightly, only to let you feel more comfortable while you slept against him.

You didn’t notice. You were already knocked out.

“You’re cute when you're annoying.” He whispered to himself, though, the message was for you.

Then he turned back to the screen. He wasn't focusing on the movie, because he was distracted by the weight of your head on his shoulder.

Eventually, the movie had ended. The screen was black and the room was completely quiet except for the faint hum of the TV and your occasional snore.

Nam-gyu didn't move. He wanted to, maybe shift a little, get up, get a drink, something. But he didn’t. He stayed right there, making sure you slept okay.

And then finally you had stirred.

You blinked a few times, disoriented, before lifting your head from his shoulder with a lazy groan.

“Shit,” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes. “I fell asleep, didn't I?"

He looked over at you like you had just asked him what color the sky was. “You drooled on my hoodie."

You tilted your head, narrowing your eyes, pretending you didn't do a thing. “No I didn’t.”

“You did.”

“I didn’t.”

“You did. Look.”

He said once more, pointing a finger at the drool stain on the center of his hoodie. You shoved his arm, letting your head drop back against the pillow.

"You could’ve just pushed me off then."

He looked at you, hesitating, then looked away. “Didn’t really want to.”

You paused. You didn’t say anything back, and neither did he, not for a while at least. Then, quieter than before, he added, “It wasn’t that bad. You falling asleep on me.”

You looked over at him. Now, he wasn’t looking at you. His eyes were still on the blank TV screen like there was something there to watch.

“…Wasn’t that bad for me either,” you finally said. Nothing more was spoken about it after that.

"I think i'll go to sleep again now. Still don't feel that good." He announced, adjusting the comforter on him a bit more.

You simply nodded, decided that you would go back to bed as well.

Ara was right: you really do love him.

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[avrildelrey]

~The Event pt.2~

⟡ ݁�� . read part one first! ⟡ ݁₊ .

part 2 for you kids

You finally open the dm from AB and agree to meet up the next time he's in London.

any spelling mistake during their text messages and shitty grammar is intentional! sorry if it’s a bit jarring lol xx

~ major slow burn and them being cute ~

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Hours passed with the dm left unopened. You didn't want to look too desperate or something by responding straight away. But you couldn't wait any longer, so finally you took a deep breath and opened the message.

AB: Sorry for making a tit of myself last night lol

Hm. Cute. But you were unsure how to reply.

yourusername: haha no worries (not sent)

No. Horrible. Too dry, you thought.

yourusername: haha you didn't don't worry

yourusername: tell your friends they're not good at being subtle tho lol

Sent.

Oh god, that was equally as dry.

You shook your head. No it wasn't, you had to stop bugging out, he's just a man you've barely spoken to. And he's not even that hot... It's fine if he doesn't reply.

Despite this pep talk you gave yourself, you still obsessively checked your phone every few seconds for a reply.

After 2 hours you received a response. Not bad.

AB: They're always on a wind up ting

AB: How was working that lil function last night

You laughed at the fact he texts the same way he talks in real life. Another thing to add to his list of endearing qualities.

yourusername: so dead lol

yourusername: thought u influencer lot were meant to have some personality whys evryone so stiff

Hopefully he can tell teasing people is a huge part of your personality. You appreciate it's harder to tell through text but the amount of times you've been blocked by men on dating apps for what you thought was a funny comment. Turns out they all need to learn to "take a joke." Oh the irony.

This time you received an instant response.

AB: u saying u didnt enjoy talking to us man last night wtf consider me offended

yourusername: oh fuck off 🤣

yourusername: u think if i meant u i would be chatting to u now

AB: Fairs u got me there

AB: Is that what u do then work events

yourusername: nah i actually dont have a j*b rn

yourusername: i just did a year in australia as a lifeguard tho

AB: Ohh ur on the unemployment ting i respect it 🫡

AB: Bros casually dropping she was a lifeguard in Australia

yourusername: haha it was amazing but defo none of that baywatch shit

AB: I could do with watching u run abt on a beach right now I bet itd cure the fuck out of my hangover

yourusername: didn't take you for being a perv ab

AB: Only for u ;)

yourusername: chat is this rizz

AB: I'm dropping some absolute dimes ts is pure heat

yourusername: no ur right im sorry

AB: U gotta drop some lines too

AB: Seduce me

yourusername: guys wanna be so girls so bad nowadays but fine 🙄

yourusername: im studying to become a historian im especially interested in finding a date

AB: Nah whyd that actually work tho

AB: The nerdy game is so tuff 🔥

yourusername: fully agree

AB: Do u wanna have a two man motive when im next in ldn?

yourusername: yeah im down

yourusername: something casual tho i have like a fear of first dates lol 😅

AB: nah thats fine i fully get that as well lol

AB: like fancy dinners give me the heebiejeebies

😂 yourusername reacted to chat

You and AB made proper arrangements for your hang out. Neither calling it a date since you both have a fear of that word, but you both knew it was one on the low. Your glad he understands because after many failed first dates- fancy dinners 'n all- it made you realise you wanted a friends to lovers experience. Sue a girl.

*The next week*

You twiddled your thumbs whilst standing in Paddington station (per AB’s request) waiting for his train to get in. You checked your phone again to see the screenshot AB sent you of his Trainline app. 5 minutes.

By this point you two have moved on from the dms and exchanged numbers, having light conversation during the day but nothing too crazy as you both knew it wasn’t long till you’d see each other.

You looked up from your phone and spotted him instantly. A wave of anxiety hit you. Oh god what were you doing.

He pretty much towered over all the hustle and bustle of the station. Once he came into clearer view you could see what he was wearing, a white oversized T-shirt and sandy coloured cargo trousers. Hot. Thankfully it was a nice day out, so neither of you required jackets.

He finally noticed you and the minute you locked eyes a smile overtook his face, almost as if he had no control over it. He pulled you in for a hug, crushing your body a little bit.

And he smelt good, Jesus you were definitely a goner.

“You alright Y/N?” He beamed, looking down at you.

“Hi AB, yeah not bad you?” You replied, both of you moving out of Paddington and towards Hyde park.

You made conversation on the short walk there and you could tell there were some moments where he was checking you out. He’d let out a cheeky laugh or a simple smirk when you’d catch his eyes.

“I’m proper giddy to be wandering around Hyde park ya know.” He says to you once you reach the gate.

“I get you. It goes crazy when the suns out. You’re not gonna get swarmed by fans though are you?” You teased.

He bumped your shoulder muttering “knob” under his breath but still he couldn’t contain his smile. You laughed at the insult, already having a great time with him. You love how well you both get along, both having the same banter. He loves it too, just as much. He’s never met a girl who got it as well as you do.

You two ended up moving closer together once actually in the park, arms brushing against each other, sending a light buzz through your body each time.

Again you both were talking about absolutely anything and everything, until you decided it was time for you to admit something to him.

“I knew you’d love just walking around.” You commented when there was a brief lull in the conversation.

“Oh yeah?” He looked down at you, slightly raising one of his eyebrows.

“Yeah.” You began to feel a little embarrassed saying this out loud but it was too late now, “I may have watched one of your videos.” You bit on the end of your acrylic nail in anticipation for his reaction.

He let out a loud laugh, swinging an arm around your shoulder and crushing you to his body.

“Stalker.” He whispered next to your ear. “Are ya one of the fans I’m gonna have to worry about swarming me.” He then said, referencing your earlier comment.

You shoved him off you, although you regretted it instantly, missing his warmth despite it already being warm out. “Get off.” You laughed.

You both stopped and stared at each other for a beat, eyes twinkling and smile lines prominent. Before AB carried on the teasing.

“Nah buts that not fair. There’s nothing about you out there.” He pouted.

“Life’s not fair, playboy.” You smirked. “But that’s not true.” You said quieter, speeding off ahead of him before he had a chance to ask you what you meant.

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part 2 done!! i guess i left you lot on a cliff hanger… so part 3?

i hope you guys liked and it wasn’t disappointing. i’m sorry but i’m such a slut for slow burn i just can’t not do it (it feels most real life to me) also major self insert with the getting blocked by men lol for a little joke here n there and i based the texting off how i would too lol so hopefully that wasn’t a hard read xx

anyway hit me with some requests and i’ll see u in the next one

love and kisses, avril ⋆˚࿔

[lush-escape]

A Seal Upon Thine Heart

Chapter 3

pairing: knight!Jason Todd x princess!reader wc: 1.7k a/n: sorry for taking so long to update, the AO3 writers curse hit me lmaooo anyway to make up for it here's some very mild suggestiveness 💛

Chapter 2

The spring air was cool and crisp as the breeze wandered through your open bedroom windows. With a sigh you sat at the bench in front of one, propping your chin in your hand. The palace, the entire kingdom, was long asleep at this point, aside from the few guards that stood at the palace’s entrance. Torches gave off warm, dim lighting across the grounds.

You were restless and anxious with the May Day celebration coming up soon. The quiet in your room felt like it would swallow you whole along with your racing thoughts. Finally making a decision you stand and gather your night dress so it wouldn’t drag across the ground.

Slowly, quietly, you open your bedroom door and peer out into the empty dark hallway. Perfect, you think to yourself. No one is there to stop you or scold you or send you back to your room. 

Closing your door behind you, you silently tip-toe down the hall, the cold stone numbing your feet as you went along. It was thrilling - sneaking out, going against the rules. You didn’t have a certain destination in mind only knowing that you wanted out of your suffocating room.

Only you don’t get to make it far at all. 

You’re about to round a corner when you come in contact with a hard metal chestplate. Large hands come up to grasp your arms to keep you from falling over, you gasp in surprise.

“Princess.”

You’re instantly flooded with warmth at the sound of Jason’s voice. Smooth and low in the silence of the night. A deep soothing timbre that makes your chest feel as though you’re being wrapped in warm fleece.

“Knight.” You greet in response. You look up to see Jason smiling warmly down at you.

“Sneaking out?” He asks with a raised brow.

“I would never.” You respond as you straighten, folding your hands in front of you. Prim, proper. “It’s-”

“Unbecoming of a lady.” Jason finishes with a knowing glint in his eyes. Your smile grows and you nod in response. “Allow me to escort you back to your room, Princess.” He holds his arm out for you. If your father knew about this he would have Jason’s head, and possibly yours as well.

You loop your arm through his, your hand resting on the shiny cold metal of his armor. It’s smooth against your finger tips that find a divot in the metal. You want to ask how he got it, what had happened to pierce his armor, but instead you tell him, “What a gentleman of a knight you are.”

“Aye, only the best for you, Princess.”

He stops at the threshold of your bedroom and watches silently as you step across the invisible boundary. The line that separates you from everyone else in the kingdom. You turn to face him and while you know it’s wrong you still ask-

“Join me?”

Jason feels as though he’s going to choke on his saliva at your request.

“I cannot, Princess. You know the rules.” He answers. He wants to tell you yes, that he will do anything you ask of him even if it means laying his life on the line. But he knows he can’t. You actually roll your eyes at him in response.

“The rule that only my future husband may enter my chambers?” You huff in annoyance. “Such a stupid rule.” 

Jason looks at you like he agrees but doesn’t say anything. To go against the King was not how Jason was raised, trained.

“Please? I do not want to be alone with myself.” You look at him so innocently Jason thinks he might melt into a puddle at your feet.

“I cannot.” He repeats. “Have a good night, Princess.” He slowly closes your door but you stop him before he can. Your hand is on the heavy wooden door keeping it open. Your eyes are pleading when you look up at him.

“If you will not join me…” You begin quietly, “do not close my door. I wish for it to remain open.” Jason stares at you in thought. He knows you well enough now to know that you’re up to something, some scheme that will make him regret every decision he’s ever made up until this point.

“The King-” He begins to tell you that your father would not want your door to be kept open, especially at night.

“It is to remain open.” You tell Jason more firmly. With a low exhale he relents and nods. 

“Aye, Princess.” He mumbles under his breath. You nod once and turn your back to him to walk back to your bed. 

With slow, calculated steps, you begin to untie the ribbon at the top of your chemise. As it loosened you let it slide down your shoulder. Jason swallows as he watches, thick and loud. His hands tremble at his sides. You turn your head enough to look at him over your bare shoulder and your stomach flips at the way he’s looking at you.

“Princess….” It’s a quiet warning, soft and low, barely a murmur. You let the soft fabric slip down your other shoulder and in an instant Jason is stepping through your doorway.

You take in a quiet but sharp breath as the sound of your door closes and in an instant his hands are covering your shoulders with his chest against your back. The metal sends a cold shock through your spine and your hands tighten on your night dress.

“Jason-” You breathe out.

“A princess should not undress herself in front of an open door.” His tone is low, right next to your ear - it sends a chill down your arm. You let your eyes flutter shut. “What if someone unworthy to see you in such a state were to walk by?”

“There is no one here but you.” You respond quickly. You open your eyes to look at him over your shoulder, your noses so close they were almost touching.

“Exactly.” He retorts softly.

“Are you saying you’re unworthy?”

“Yes.” He swallows. But his hands are still on your shoulders and you want nothing more than to feel his skin against your own.

“That is a lie. There is no one more worthy.” 

His hands leave you long enough to let you turn and face him before they’re on you again. With a quiet inhale to ground yourself you place your shaking hands on Jason. Your left hand on his shoulder, your right on the back of his neck. Jason closes his eyes to ground himself. A warm fire begins to ignite low in his stomach. He swallows and his tongue darts out to wet his lips. 

“Please, Princess…” Slowly he reopens his eyes. “If the king finds out-” he leans forward until his forehead presses against yours.

“He won't.” You assure him. But you can never be fully certain. You both know that if anyone were to catch wind of what you were doing with your knight, Jason was sure to be executed. You and Jason both knew that singular fact and yet he’s willing to risk his life for you in more ways than he should.

Your lips are soft against his chapped ones but your movements are tentative, as if you're carefully testing. While Jason has had his fair share of experience this was the most intimate you've ever been with a person.

With closed eyes and noses that bump together Jason claims your lips with his own with his hands on your waist. He carefully guides you backwards until the backs of your knees hit the edge of your bed. Hesitant to break the kiss he lowers you down with a gentleness that even Jason himself didn't know he was capable of.

“This is wrong,” he states simply as his mouth trails your neck, hot and wet and needy.

“And you think I care?” Your head tilts back. The coil that's formed in your stomach is tightly wound like a bowstring that's ready to snap.

“How am I to guard you from danger if I'm in here?” He asks in return. He's moving from the column of your throat down to your chest.

“Perhaps I am the danger you need to be guarding me from.” You joke. Jason nips softly at the valley between your breasts before shaking his head.

“You are quite dangerous.” He smirks up at you. 

You watch as Jason stands straight to, as quietly as possible, remove his chest plate of armor and gloves, setting them down beside your bed. The heat in your stomach grows when you catch sight of his collarbone from underneath his tunic that looks sizes too small for his broad shoulders.

“Do you trust me, Princess?” He asks before standing between your legs. He keeps his voice low to not draw attention from any stray guard or bed maiden that might be wandering the halls.

With a shaky nod you respond, “Of course. With my life.” Jason's sure his heart is full enough to burst.

Slowly, with his eyes glued to your own, he sinks to his knees between your legs. He's grabbing at the hem of your night dress, pulling it up and over your knees to display thighs that are already trembling. You squeeze your eyes shut in anticipation.

“Have I ever told you, Princess-” he kisses your inner thigh, right next to your knee, “how beautiful I think you are?” He murmurs against your skin. He plants another soft kiss further up, large hands pooling your night dress at your hips.

“Y-yes… you have.” You breathe out.

“Good.” Another kiss. He's so close to your wet center that you'd squeeze your thighs together if he wasn't holding them open.

“Have I ever shown you how beautiful I think you are, Princess?” He rubs the tip of his nose against your sensitive bundle of nerves. You clasp a hand over your mouth to stifle your building moan. You shake your head no.

“No-” you choke out behind your hand, “no, you haven't.” Jason inhales deeply and nods, creating a delicious friction that your hips reflexively try to chase.

“Good.”

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[neuvilletteswife4ever]

Hii! Could I pretty please with cherry on top request a yandere:Meruem-hxh(if u write for him, of no, then please feel free to take him out, asswell as any character from here that you dont write for<3); Chrollo-hxh; Xiao(genshin); Kinich(genshin); abyss aether(genshin) and bonten mikey with a darling on hunger strike?(bacically refuses to eat unless freed)

ty 4 reading my request!!<3

Part 1 cause i'm lacking motivation atm 🥀

Warnings:

Mentions of being reader being kidnapped, yandere themes, starvation, unhealthy relationships.

Yandere Meruem

You stare at the food.

It looks… good.

Annoyingly good. Like something you'd order in a fancy restaurant if your life wasn’t currently a complete nightmare. But you’re not hungry. Not because you’re full — you're starving actually — but because you’d rather die than give him the satisfaction.

He’s sitting across from you again.

Meruem.

The so-called “King.”

He’s been watching you for the past thirty minutes without saying a word. Just sitting there, like always, looking way too calm for someone who literally kidnapped you. His eyes are glowing that weird green and his face is so unreadable it makes you wanna scream.

“You haven’t eaten,” he finally says.

No duh.

You cross your arms and don’t answer. He already knows why.

He tilts his head, studying you like you’re a puzzle he refuses to stop solving.

“I made sure it was all things you liked,” he adds, almost like he’s proud of himself.

You don’t look at him. You don’t want to see that expression — that weird mix of obsession and affection that’s been driving you crazy ever since he brought you here.

“I’m not eating,” you mutter.

Silence.

Then his voice drops lower. “Why not?”

You glance at him.

“Because you kidnapped me.”

That shuts him up for a second. He blinks slowly, as if processing your words like a robot.

“I saved you,” he says after a pause, sounding completely serious.

You laugh, bitter and dry. “Saved me? From what? I was fine out there!"

He stands up.

Your heart skips. Not because you’re scared (okay, maybe a little..), but because the way he moves, slow, controlled, always means something is about to happen.

He walks over until he’s right in front of you.

“I don’t want to force you,” he says.

“But I will. I need you alive.”

You glare at him. “You don’t care about me. You just want someone to obsess over. Someone to accept your twisted concept of love."

He doesn’t deny it.

He just kneels in front of you.

Which somehow feels worse.

“I don’t want someone,” he says.

“I want you.”

You feel your stomach twist.

“If I have to feed you myself, I will,” he whispers.

“I won’t let you destroy yourself just to hurt me.”

You don’t say anything.

You can’t.

Your body is frozen and your throat feels tight.

Then he stands again, his face blank, almost bored.

He turns toward the table and suddenly —

CRASH.

He throws the entire tray against the wall. Food goes everywhere.

“You’ll eat tomorrow,” he says, voice colder now.

“Or I’ll make sure you do.”

He walks out and slams the door behind him, locking it with a sharp click.

You sit there, shaking a little. You don’t cry. You won’t let yourself. But you can feel the tears starting to come.

But the food on the wall keeps dripping down like blood, and for the first time since you got here…you wonder how long until you give in.

Yandere Chrollo

You haven’t eaten since he brought you here.

You’re not even sure how long it’s been — three days?

Four?

The food shows up at the same time every day, placed neatly on a silver tray like you’re in some expensive hotel instead of a literal kidnapping.

It’s always perfect.

Always warm.

You never touch it.

Across the room, Chrollo watches you again.

He’s sitting in that chair by the bookshelf, legs crossed, holding some old book like he’s not fully focused on you — but he is.

He always is.

You feel it every second.

It’s like he’s reading you, not the book.

"You skipped again,” he says quietly, not even looking up.

You pretend not to hear.

“I know hunger doesn’t kill right away,” he continues, flipping the page like he’s bored.

“But I wonder… how long will you last before your pride breaks?”

You clench your fists.

“You don’t control me,” you say, voice sharp.

Chrollo closes the book.

He places it beside him, stands slowly, and walks toward you.

His steps are soft.

Calm.

That’s the worst part — how quiet he is, even when he’s angry.

It makes it impossible to prepare.

“I don’t want control,” he says gently. “I want… closeness.”

You look away.“

I want you to feel safe enough to eat. Safe enough to look me in the eyes and see what I feel for you.”

You scoff.

“You kidnapped me.”

He doesn’t flinch.

“I protected you. There’s a difference.”

“No. There’s not.” Bastard, you think to yourself.

He’s standing right in front of you now.

Too close.

You can smell the faint scent of his cologne — something expensive.

You hate that it smells good.

“I watched the way you looked at me that night,” he says softly.

“Before all this. There was something there.”

“There wasn’t,” you snap.

He tilts his head like he’s disappointed in you.

“You don’t have to lie to me.”

You try to step back, but he catches your wrist.

Not tight — just enough to remind you that you can’t really leave.

“I’ll make something else,” he says.

“Something sweeter, maybe. You liked sweets, didn’t you?”

You pull away.

“I’m not eating anything you give me.”

For a second, he just stares at you.

Not mad.

Not sad.

Just blank.

Then he moves toward the tray and — without any warning — throws it across the floor.

The sound of it crashing echoes through the room.

You flinch.

“Do you think I enjoy seeing you like this?” he asks, voice low now.

“Do you think I want to hurt you?”

You stare at him, heart pounding. He looks calm again — too calm.

That eerie, unreadable Chrollo expression is back.

“I’ll give you one more day,” he says, backing toward the door.

“One more day to eat on your own.”

He pauses at the doorway and looks over his shoulder.

“If you don’t… I’ll feed you myself.”

The door clicks shut.

Locked.

You sit there, staring at the spilled food, shaking just slightly — and you realize something awful:

He meant every word.

Yandere Xiao

You wake up to the sound of breathing.

Not your own.

It’s soft.

Barely there.

But you’ve been here long enough to know.

It’s him.

Xiao.

Your eyes blink open slowly.

The room is dark, lit only by moonlight through the tall window.

You sit up, heart already racing.

He’s standing in the corner.

Not moving.

Not speaking.

Just… watching.

Like he’s been there for a while.

You feel your throat tighten.

“What are you doing?”

“I wanted to make sure you were still breathing,” he says.

His voice is emotionless.

But something in it feels off, like a string pulled too tight.

“I sleep fine without you watching me,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady.

He doesn’t answer.

You see it now — the same tray of food from earlier.

Sitting on your nightstand.

Not the same one you rejected. A new one. Exactly the same.

Like he’s trying again.

And again.

And again.

“I thought if you woke up to some food..maybe you'd eat,” he says quietly.

“Maybe you'd feel less trapped.”

You stare at it.

Then back at him.

“Is this supposed to make me grateful?”

“No,” he replies instantly.

“You don’t have to be grateful. Just alive.”

He takes a step closer.

You scoot back.

“You don’t look well,” he murmurs. “I can see your hands trembling. Your eyes are dull. You’re weakening.”

“I’m starving,” you snap. “Because of you.”

A pause. He looks down, hands clenching at his sides.

“I know,” he whispers. “I hate that I did this to you. But I hate the idea of you out there even more.”

Another step closer.

“I’ve fought monsters for thousands of years,” he says.

“I’ve destroyed things I can’t even name anymore. But the thought of someone else touching you… speaking to you like I do…”

He trails off.

You shake your head, voice shaking.

“Xiao, this isn’t love. It’s obsession. You’re scaring me.”

He stops.

For a second, you think maybe — maybe — he hears you.

Then he lifts his eyes to meet yours.

“I know,” he says. “And I can’t stop.”

He kneels beside the bed.

Slowly.

Carefully.

“I’m trying to be gentle,” he whispers.

“I haven’t touched you. Haven’t tied you down. Haven’t forced you to eat.”

Wow thanks for the bare minimum, you think to yourself.

He leans in just slightly.

“But if you keep refusing… I’ll have no choice.”

You hold your breath.

“You’re everything I’ve never been allowed to want,” he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper now.

“And I already lost everything once. I won't lose you too.”

You don’t move.

You don’t speak.

And the whole time… he never stops watching you.

Even when you close your eyes — he stays.

Still breathing.

Still there.

Requests are open as always!

[alaanz]

I saw @nabi-unveiled and @biochemjess ’s posts on their favourite revenged love moments so far and so of course I had to join in too!

There are so many amazing scenes in this show and so hopefully this will show just why me and so many others love it so much.

~

If I had to summarise the show in one pic-

I feel like this sums up the theme of the show pretty well as their whole relationship is built on manipulation.

There’s a lot to feel guilty about for every single person in this show. Everyone sucks at least a little bit. Which is exactly why we all love watching so much.

Best kiss-

This is, in my opinion, the best kiss of the show so far for the way that it shows exactly the kinds of characters they are.

Cc is dominant, manipulative and more often than not chooses the selfish option over being selfless. There’s also a tenderness there and a clear desire for a deeper connection with wsw. He knows that wsw likes to play mind games and so uses the same tactics to try and move their relationship along. I also get the feeling that if wsw really didn’t want to kiss cc, then cc wouldn’t go through with the threat. Despite his selfishness, he doesn’t want to actually hurt wsw.

Wsw is also manipulative, very strong willed and selfish. He also has a lot of passion and drive. Which is how he has ended up in this situation with cc. While he could reject cc completely and ruin his plan out of discomfort. He decides to go through with it and kiss cc. His morals and drive ultimately outweigh potentially ruining achieving his end goal. This isn’t to say he doesn’t know his limits though, and he will challenge cc when he sees best fit.

They compliment each other amazingly, and give exactly what they receive, which is why they work together so well.

Favourite Chi Cheng smile for Wu Suo Wei-

This is a tough one. There’s so many good cc smiles, and he also smiles A LOT.

I love the look of love this man has for wsw, and so my favourite has to be the one above. This is the scene that feels like cc’s love for wsw finally clicks into place completely. Wsw is talking so passionately about what he wants to do with his life and cc just stares at him like nothing else could ever come close to wsw’s beauty. Ah I just love it!

The fit I want to steal-

There are so many good outfits in this show. Everyone has at least one outfit that I love. For a fit I’d want to steal though it’s got the be wsw’s cardigan in this scene. Man I LOVE a good cardigan/jumper and this is one I’d for sure wear everyday.

Special mention goes to cc’s classic fit. When I saw him come into frame wearing this I fell in love with it immediately. It’s not something I would wear myself, however. This fit was made for cc.

(Also just all of Cheng Yu’s shirts)

The moment that lives rent free in my head-

The amount of moments from this show that live rent free in my head is insane. Funny, serious, romantic, everything in between. From the most recent episodes though I’d say it’s this scene.

Cc refusing to let go of wsw’s hand even when wsw tries to pull away multiple times is just ahhhhhhhhhhh. Cc who normally makes sure his outward appearance is well put together has now completely disregarded any of that for the sake of staying by wsw’s side. He truly loves that man.

And wsw who has watched cc suffer so much because of his father and doesn’t want to make it worse by cc’s father seeing them together. He cares about cc so much despite his initial intentions.

This scene shows how much they’ve changed because of each other. Cc will stand against his father and risk potential repercussions if it means staying with and comforting wsw. And wsw now only looks to help cc and make his life as easy as possible even if it means have to lose the comfort of being near him.

Wu Suo Wei’s peak manipulation-

Wsw is a very smart character and his commitment to the bit is unmatched, however, for me, my favourite wsw moment of manipulation comes from when he just throws himself at cc in this scene.

Yue yue called cc and so in peak wsw style, the only way he could think to keep cc’s attention on him was to tie their clothes together and just hurl himself at cc. Incredible.

In the words of cc, I’m mesmerised by his loser aura.

~

There’s a lot of text in this so I hope I’ve managed to get everything across well enough hahaha.

I’d also love to see everyone else’s favourite moments and why they love this show. So if you decide to join in on the game please tag me so I can see!

[brklynbxby]

Nate stayed crouched in front of her, one hand steady on her knee, the other still braced on the ground like he needed the earth to keep him grounded. Harmony's voice cut through the quiet like broken glass, soft but jagged, and it sank deep. What do we do? That question echoed louder than anything else. He didn’t answer right away. His jaw tightened as her words sank into him, pressing like a vice against his ribs. Watched the way her body folded in on itself like maybe if she got small enough this wouldn’t keep happening. And fuck, that made something sharp crack open in his chest. This wasn’t fear anymore. This was war. But war couldn’t be fought on impulse. It had to be strategic. Nate’s mind ran hot, fast. Everything started to map out. The bloody onesie — twisted message, disturbing as hell, and untraceable. Drop-off from a women’s shelter. Smart. A place no one would question. Possibly no fingerprints on the cardboard. She was thinking now. The hacked phone — digital, invasive. A direct psychological hit. And public. The flowers. Pretty from a distance, meant to injure up close. Something the police wouldn’t take as an issue. She came in clever. They hadn’t reported nothing so far so he was worried about what leg they could stand on. This wasn’t just about Lily being obsessed. This was about Lily trying to erase harmony. Rattle her. Break her down. Take what she thought was hers. And the thing that chilled Nate most? Lily wasn’t being reckless anymore. She was planning. That made her more dangerous.

He exhaled slowly, eyes on Harmony. Her skin looked clammy now. She looked like she was grieving. Grieving the version of life she thought she could have. The peaceful one. The safe one. He couldn’t fix that. Not yet. But he could make her safe again. Could the police even promise that? “We call them,” Nate said finally, his voice low and even, like he was laying bricks. “Yeah. When everyone’s gone.” But then he shook his head slowly, voice darkening just a fraction. “But not just a report. Not just a file that ends up buried. This time we come with everything.” He shifted, resting his forearms on his knees. Calm, but coiled. “We print everything she’s done. The texts. The hacked posts. The roses. The old threats. The onesie.” His throat caught at the word, but he pushed through it. “I’ll call a lawyer first. We’ll need that on paper. A restraining order that actually holds weight. I want to make sure if she even breathes in your direction, she’s behind bars before she finishes the breath.” He paused, jaw clenched. “And I want cameras inside and out. Tonight. I’ll do it myself if I have to.” Then, quieter but iron underneath it, “I swear to you, Harmony. She will never get this close again. I don’t care what it takes.” He watched her, really watched her, and softened just slightly. “You’ve got me and I would die before I let a single thing touch you again.” There was no fury in his voice—only clarity. Because this wasn’t a reaction. This was a response. And Nathaniel Brooks had just gone to war.

Ivy watched the tremble in Harmony’s shoulders slowly ease. Not gone, but dulled. Like the storm had passed, but the air was still heavy with its weight. Her fingers moved in gentle circles against Harmony’s back, soothing motions that spoke of love, of years of friendship, of holding someone together when the world was trying to tear them apart. "That’s it,” she whispered, her voice barely a breath. “You’re doing so good, Harm. Just keep breathing. In and out.” Harmony’s chest rose shakily, but this time it wasn’t a gasp, it was air. Progress. Ivy exhaled in relief, but her heart was still racing. Her eyes flicked over Harmony’s pale face, the sweat at her temple, the glassy sheen in her eyes. Whatever had happened inside… it had shaken her to the core. Harmony looked up at her then. Just for a second. Her lips didn’t move, but her eyes said thank you, and I’m sorry, and please don’t ask me yet all at once. Ivy shook her head gently, don’t apologize, and offered the softest smile she could manage. She didn’t need to know everything. Not yet. She just needed her best friend to breathe. Before she could say another word, she saw Nate crossing the yard with two chairs in one hand and a glass of water in the other. His face was stone, carved in something unreadable, but his hands were careful. Ivy stepped aside instinctively, giving him space. Letting him do what he was built to do. Protect her.

Harmony sank into the chair, curling in on herself like her bones were too tired to hold her up any longer. Her skin was pale, almost grey under the porch light, and when her eyes met Nate’s, there was so much behind them it made Ivy’s chest ache. Fear. Exhaustion. Guilt. Nate crouched in front of her, all quiet strength and trembling restraint, offering the glass like it was a lifeline. Harmony’s fingers shook as she took it, her grip unsure, but she managed a sip. Just enough. Her lips parted to say more, but it took a second for her voice to come. “What do we do?” she whispered, voice cracked and raw. “The police?” She blinked at him, her expression wobbling between hope and helplessness. “It’s not just this,” she murmured. “My phone... the threats... now this,” Her voice broke again and she reached instinctively for her belly, like she needed to shield the life inside from the weight of her fear. “I can’t keep doing this, Nate. I can’t keep wondering if something’s going to happen.” Her breath caught again, but she forced herself to steady it. For the baby. For him. “I almost lost Ace once because of stress like this,” she added, her voice smaller now, more fragile as she remembered what Lily had done to her car once or the roses she had sent to her on set. “I’m not risking it again.” She met his gaze then, the glass trembling in her hand. “When… when everyone’s gone,” she said slowly, firmly, “we call the police.”

[sometimes-studios]

Red Leaves 1.4 Patch

Hello hello! Sorry for the silence! I know it's been months since the last patch but watching Joy stream the game last night kickstarted me a bit.

PATCH NOTES:

-Removed forest ambience playing during the first wolf cutscene

-You can no longer accidentally consume the certain materials and therefore softlock yourself

-The tutorial has been refined to have less awkward pacing when it comes to actually doing your turns

-The woodcutter's skill now costs Energy to use as it didn't before for some reason

-There was one line in the game that used "Red" instead of "You" in its narration and I fixed that

-You can no longer access the mouse room. It's a pretty pointless room to have since the little side-event I planned for it is currently unused. Maybe one day...

-Changed the layout for the save menu and your regular item menu. They are now the default appearance as I found the layouts added by plugins looked really messy and crowded. Sometimes, simple is best for some things!

There are some other things I'm still aware of that are not necessarily fixed in this patch and I will get to those another day.

Aside from Red Leaves, here's a personal update from me below if you're interested:

It's been very quiet on this blog. I'd apologize but we were pretty clear about why we're called Sometimes Studios LOL. I know there were many instances where I kept saying "yup, we've got a project we're working on" or "we've got a new project" etc, several times over, and that was dumb.

I keep luring myself into a false sense of confidence with ideas that I get on whims. It's not even necessarily all that because they are ideas I really want to make, I have many game project concepts on the mental bench that I want to make. But from now on I just need to be a little more chill about it. I'm pretty sure I know what I want my next game to be, but I likely won't get to it for awhile. I've finally picked up a piece of media that grabs my attention again, something I've been longing for for months, and gotta get it out of my system and enjoy the high while it lasts. It's currently all I can think about lately so there's no chance in game dev for awhile. All in all, I've mostly been taking a break. Not to mention I've been working a lot recently. Being a cashier sucks ass!!

However even if I'M not heading a project, that doesn't mean nothing is happening: One of us IS currently chipping away at heading a project. We'll see what happens and maybe you'll start hearing about it.

Thank you for your continued support!

[soniluuuu]

shifting isn’t something you reach. it’s something you have.

I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately: shifting isn’t something you need to reach.

It’s something you already have.

It’s a skill — something you carry within you, the ability to shift your awareness into other realities, into other versions of yourself, into these incredible worlds that exist for you.

So if I’ve done it before (and I have), then I know I have the ability. I know how to shift.

Which makes me wonder… is all this obsessing — all the subs, the affirmations, the rituals, the buildup — is it really helping me? Or is it just adding pressure?

Because when I finally lay down at night, it’s not effortless anymore.

I’ve been anticipating it all day:

“Omg I can’t wait for 11, that’s when I’m gonna shift.”

So when 11 hits, suddenly it’s like:

“Crap, now I have to shift. I’ve been waiting all day for this.”

That anticipation turns into pressure. That pressure turns into resistance.

And it’s not that I don’t want to shift — I do. I’m not gonna waste this summer. I’ve had too many summers where I said, “This is the one,” and never followed through. I still want to try, still want to align, still want to go. But I don’t want to obsess. I don’t want to use shifting to escape my life. I want to enhance it.

Because I deserve both.

So yes, during the day I’ll still be on Tumblr, I’ll still be active, I’ll still post, I’ll even open my ask box to help more people — especially after seeing how many notes that last method I posted got, and how many people told me it worked for them or led to mini-shifts. That’s why I love this community — not just to meet like-minded people and get inspired, but also to inspire others.

But personally, I want to obsess less and live more.

I want to build my dream life here while still manifesting the one there.

Because I deserve both.

I deserve to shift.

I deserve a beautiful life here too.

I deserve the grades I want. The scholarships. The body. The health. The joy. The friendships.

I deserve to build a life I’m proud of — both in this world and the next.

So I’m gonna focus on that. I’m gonna build my study schedule for the next school year. I’m gonna design my diet and my workout routine. I’m investing in myself. I’m buying the equipment I need. I’m actually doing things to better my life.

And no, I’m not leaving the shifting community — this blog is still for that. But I think it’s also going to become a manifestation and mindset blog too. Less just dreaming, more doing.

Because shifting gave me hope.

And I want that hope to live here, not just in another world.

As someone who’s dealt with real mental health struggles, that hope means everything.

And if I’m going to place that hope anywhere, it’s not just going to be over there.

It’s going to be right here too.

I want to build the life I dream of.

Not just in my DR — but in this one too.

Because I deserve both.

And I’m done pretending I don’t.

[ixxivvv]

oh sweet virgin! caleb x self-guilt! mc..

caleb prayed and wished for this moment, yearning, scrolling through porn to not find someone similar to you, feeling guilt. when he realised his feeling of "i love her" was more than simple love, but love in all ways.. your soft skin or a peep, or a hug, the scent, your hair.. he didn't want to scare you in how much he held himself back.

you knew he felt attracted to you. always. you were still learning how to not avoid or run away from it. you loved caleb. it was sweet and cute. it just made you feel guilty and pitiful- not in performance, but your existence or history, or an inner fear of him changing into someone that once hurt you deeply. or leaving you entirely, or... the thoughts were internal, not enough self-care baths or anything seemed to change what you've done. or was it a construct upheld by patriarchy? or just-

".. whats running through that little noggin of yours?" calebs warm voice, familiar like a cup of lemon tea with honey.

"its nothing dummy." as you pinch him.

"you sure with that-" he mocks the position you were crouching yourself into.

"- that this is no-thing..?" he sulks like an obvious puppy. i guess its the right thing to communicate. ".. well." you cup the big puppy's head. caleb swears he sees an angel, here to bless his poor soul. you just smiled, not wanting to disappoint him. as you slowly began to explain and open up how this is the next move, caleb began to feel like he had to make things right, nervous if even performing well would even help. you assured that you just loved him too, but you say a phrase caleb once said: "it's me. it's me that can't let go of things."

caleb tightened his brows- ".. but, it's what i want. i won't regret it with you." he swallows as he now embraces you. "i love you. not just now but you. i knew you since we were kids.. how you changed and, i, changed but.. it's okay now. just doing it would never change our time together."

he cradles you tight, nesting his nose into his comfortable spot where he can smell you and feel you. ".. im the one that can't hold back. what if i hurt or scare you?" you look up, ".. caleb." in a soft meek vulnerable noise. a sharp inhale in his nose. ".. at least.. you are finally here. finally all to myself. when you first got confessed in elementary school, or got your first boyfriend, or just cried about guys.. i cried too actually. alone at night, not able to move on, always wanting you. but i just wished, you would wake up and finally, finally come home to me. just the two of us. i would never you cry, or hurt you." but look up to him, in glossy eyes. calebs eyes widen. ".. yeah, imagine how i felt all those years, and now you wanna cry about how you feel bad for yourself? i like it actually.. how i was right all along, and how i stole you away from everyone else. my heart was always right, that you would come to me.."

he swallows. ".. and now you think, no matter what, that i am going to not like it? i dont care if you were anything. i will still wait and be the bigger person even if it hurts.. as long as you were "happy" with other people. but.. i always knew you'd come to me."

he cradles your hair, kissing the crown of your head. the sight of you feeling so guilty, apologetic in his chest, telling him that you were so sorry and only he could love you right- it satisfied something more than lust. your nearly scared teary voice clinging onto caleb, like yes, he was the only one in this whole world and how your feelings of guilt and being wrong the whole time, something you internalized was being verbalized and mirrored back to you.

he kissed you passionately, but no tongue. you had to guide him though, slowly teaching him how to dance. hes already so flushed, his sunset eyes never looking alway. when you took off his belt and pulled his pants down, he was already whimpering and oh hes so so hard.

that certain look in a mans face when he loves you so much but is still fighting- that eerily calm face of lust.

... it awoken you up. caleb, sensitive in to your energy changes, widened his eyes. ".. what scared you?" ".. im not scared caleb." as you sat in the corner of the bed. he nods and looks down, "anytime when you are ready. ill be here, like always."

[idyllicchaos]

The Straw That Broke the Camel's Back - TWD: Daryl Dixon Retrospective

This may or may not be an unpopular opinion, but regardless, I wanted to share my retrospective thoughts on the first and second season of The Walking Dead: Daryl Dixon spinoff. Please feel free to leave your own opinions and rants! I'd love to hear them.

Preface

I want to preface this by saying, Isabelle, my darling, I'm so sorry. You deserved the world.

Now that I got that out of the way, I'd like to start this little big rant with my thoughts and biases before any of the three recent spinoffs came out. Out of TOWL, Dead City, & Daryl Dixon, I was least looking forward to DD. I love Daryl so much as a character, but the idea of going to France was not appealing to me in the slightest.

However, that being said, DD became one of my most anticipated shows after the first episode aired! They managed to do something none of the other spinoffs seemed to grasp. It was original (for the TWD universe) and fresh. And we finally got to see Daryl embark through a character arc we hadn't really seen completed before.

Season 1: A Retrospective 

Season 1 was easily the best TWD had been in a hot minute. The writing, cinematography, acting, and characters all aligned to create something unique and beautiful. And I stand ten toes down on this opinion.

The plot was an interesting convergence of relationship dynamics fueled by a singular goal, getting Laurent to the Nest. The way the show plays with perspective and unreliable narrators was so fascinating to see unfold through the season. The way the show established Isabelle as a liar in the second episode of season 1 was so masterfully done with little details dropped here and there. They didn't spoon feed the audience, but rather laid out the crumbs for us to pick up.

And for once, we got to see Daryl in a situation we haven't seen him in a hundred times before. I was so excited about the prospect of seeing him open up and go on this journey with Isabelle and Laurent to the point where I was starting to dread him going back to America. This leads me to Isabelle's character.

Isabelle is easily the most interesting character to be introduced into the universe as of late. Again, this is just my opinion, but the idea of a women who had a hard life (understatement) and then, became a nun after the Fall because of circumstance and what she assumed was a miracle... Yeah, that's REALLY interesting to me as a viewer.

Clémence Poésy absolutely nailed her role as Isa. Again, I love Daryl. He's easily one of my favorite TWD characters, but she stole the show for me. I found myself looking forward to her scenes over everyone else's. Despite the season only being six episodes, Isa and Daryl's bond felt so natural and it was amazing to witness for a couple of reasons:

1) We were finally seeing something DIFFERENT from Daryl's character and not the same old same old. We were getting to see the development he earned from TWD. It felt rewarding to finally see him open up more and actually have a pay off to all the development he went through in the original 11 seasons.

2) I'm not going to mince words, I loved Daryl and Isa. Truly, absolutely, adored them. I think they complimented each other really well. She called Daryl on his shit and he called Isabelle on hers, but they both care so deeply about others. But even if it hadn't ended up being romantic, I would've still love every scene they were in together and I would've eaten that shit up for eternity.

3) Isabelle was such a compelling character to me because she was strong in way that's rare to see highlighted in TWD. She was strong in her faith and her will. She protected her own even when she would physically be overwhelmed. This reminded me of only one other character in the show: Beth Greene. And essentially, Isa was a mirror to Daryl. They both came from a harder life, granted it was hard in different ways, and they both ended up survivors who cared deeply for others. As Isa said, "Broken until the world ended." They were two sides of the same coin, honestly.

Little bonus for season 1: Codron and Madam Genet were also so great to watch! And Codron character development was *chef's kiss*

Season 2: A Retrospective

The second season started out promising. I loved the direction they were taking the Laurent storyline, especially after they discovered the origin of the messiah prophecy was a lie (which was already hinted at in the first season anyway). When Isa finally found out Losang was lying and his intention was to have Laurent bit, I was ecstatic to hear she wanted her and Laurent to go home with Daryl. It felt like everything was clicking into place.

Then, they did the one thing that made me lose all respect for the show. They killed Isabelle in the most disrespectful and pointless way imaginable.

They've given walkers more meaningful deaths than the one Isabelle got! She was a main character, a co-lead! An entire episode was dedicated to her backstory and they killed her off like that?? And don't even get me started on Daryl almost immediately moving on like it was nothing. This could be chalked up to him not having time to grieve or "that's just how Daryl is", but that's bullshit. And that little season at the end of the season doesn't count either. Not in my book!

Killing Isabelle felt so blatantly disrespectful and just confirmed to me that I can't trust another TWD show to make good writing choices. Instead of embracing something new and different, they set fire to it and watched it burn, gleefully. Daryl immediately went back to being the same stagnant character in the blink of an eye. It was very reminiscent to what happened to his character after Beth died. He stopped moving forward and developing until Angela Kang became showrunner. Now, the same thing is happening on DD.

Don't even get me started on Carol. I loved Carol in the original show, but what is the point of her being on DD? They are just rehashing the same storylines for no reason. And really, it just feels like they killed off Isabelle to make room for Carol. It's like the writers think they can't have two female leads on the screen at the same time?? I swear I started building resentment towards Carol because of it, even though none of that is her fault. I blame the writers first and foremost!

It really pained me to see Isa go out like that and not to mention the fact Laurent didn't get to say goodbye to her. If they wanted a purely Daryl + Carol season, they could've put Isabelle on the plane with Laurent and Ash at the end of season 2. That way season 3 would just be Daryl and Carol in Spain. I truly felt all of my love and interest for this show die the moment Isabelle did.

I've seen a few rants talking about how killing Isabelle was just another example of misogynistic writing. The trope where they kill a female character to further the development of a male character. However, I don't even think that's what this is. Daryl literally got ZERO character development after Isabelle died. He just went back to being closed off. The same old same old, as I said. He had an actual emotional character arc while Isabelle was alive. Now that she's dead, so is his character arc.

I feel like we've already explored all the areas we could emotionally between Carol and Daryl. There's no where else to go with their relationship. I am someone who finds character arcs, and the completion of them, the most interesting thing to watch in media (plot be damned lol). And I don't see what else they can do with Carol or Daryl that we already haven't seen a hundred times before.

They missed a huge opportunity to give us flashes of Isabelle, Laurent, and Ash trying to make it back to Commonwealth. Isabelle's arc could have continued, begging the question, "How far would she go to keep the people she loves alive? How far would she go to survive for the people she loved?" This was something they started exploring with her character in season 2, but it ultimately got cut short. Coincidently, it was the same arc Beth was about to go on if they hadn't killed her.

And I will not be falling for this "Daryl is better as a lone wolf" propaganda! It has been shown and proven over and over again that Daryl needs people. Needs community and responsibility. That's who he is. He's a protector. Without family, he becomes an isolated shell of himself. He's always been better with people.

In Summary

I've lost hope, honestly. DD season 1 revived my love for the series with its beautiful cinematography, dialogue, and characters. However, after season 2 episode 4, I see they're falling back into old, tired patterns. It's disappointing to say the least. The pointless rehashing of the same character arcs are irksome at best.

I debated whether I even wanted to give DD season 3 a try, but I want confimration that they're taking the show the direction I think they are. If I'm right, I think I'm done. I just don't see the point of watching the same thing over and over with no risks taken in Daryl's development. My expectations are low. And I don't think my hope will be restored. 

I know that sounds harsh. It was a weird experience to suddenly lose all interest in something you love so much at the death of a character that had only been on screen for nine or ten episodes. I can't explain it, since we've had worse deaths in TWD, but it was the final straw that broke the camel's back.

Anyways, I'd love to hear what you all think. I know this is very late, but with the impending release of DD season 3, all these feelings started to resurface.

[azadrithaanatheme]

Okay so because I'm extra and can't stop myself from doing more doodling, this one's gonna be broken into two parts. First part is Versa (the robed drone) and SD-A (the goober):

Text under the read more:

Versa Hayden is the wife of Calysta Rain (the dark blue-eyed drone in the New Vegas duster), mother of Astel Hayden and Myra Rain (the two green-eyed menaces in the foreground), and one of the founding members of Outpost 6. Before that, though, she was Subject 78; a Cabin Fever test subject, and one of those that got "corrupted" when she received the anti-Solver patch, devolving into a feral half-Solver'fied monster. She got better, but didn't escape the experience unscathed - one of her eyes has been shattered and permanently overgrown by an organic Solver eyeball (think the thing Uzi accidentally turned an arrow into in Ep 4, but peering out of a hole in her visor). Hence the blindfold.

Like most of the corrupted, she was left to rot in her containment locker - which held her for all of about five seconds when she finally pulled herself back together again and regained self-awareness. Stumbling out into the dimly-lit mining tunnels, she wandered around for a while, wondering where all the humans had gone. Then the core collapse happened and she got launched out of the facility by a Solver-powered gravity surge, landing in the woods outside the labs. Shortly after that, she got picked up by Calysta - who she fell for pretty much immediately (both figuratively and literally; there was a cliff involved) - and her sister Kalai; she would later join the Rains in founding Outpost 6, but that's a story for Kalai's lore drop.

Versa's pretty much exactly the kind of spooky, mysterious Solver witch you'd expect her to be based on her clothing choices. Reclusive, cryptic, known for her excessively purple prose, and infamous for her tendency to appear without warning and vanish just as quickly, she's well-known but rarely seen around Outpost 6. She frequently plays up the "mysterious seer" schtick to mess with people, but will drop it (mostly) when the chips are down - especially when her family is involved; she's fiercely protective of all of them. While not the most powerful of the surviving Solver-wielders by any means, she is the most knowledgeable about the Solver and its functions - although Uzi is quickly catching up there.

When she isn't being a cryptic guide for her daughters or holed up in her office studying her Solver, she's indulging in her love of botany. In fact, she's actually used that as an exercise in honing her powers by using her Solver's [edit] function to revive plants from the wilds around Outpost 6. She's got a whole collection of restored specimens that she keeps in environmentally-controlled, atmospherically-sealed glass tanks, thriving well away from the toxic air of Copper 9, and dreams of one day building a proper indoor garden somewhere in Outpost 6.

Serial Designation A was once part of Elliott Manor's extensive cadre of service drones, until she got scrapped for some unknown reason that almost certainly involved accidentally drawing James and/or Louisa's ire. Then she came back online after being "improperly disposed" and Tessa found her. Inducted into Tessa's "personal staff" (James and Louisa's polite term for their daughter's "feral pack of dumpster pets"), A did her best to stay out of the way, help the crew keep things running smoothly, and lift her found family's' spirits - a task that didn't prove too difficult for her, given her bottomless well of enthusiasm. It was for that reason that she was one of the first of Tessa's drones that the Solver knocked catatonic and began quietly modding - she went shortly after V, who was the first to go. One thing lead to another, and when A came back to reality she was being violently torn apart and rebuilt by something that was not Cyn but wore her face and spoke in her voice.

After that, A became the pilot for her team - consisting of herself, SD-I (the one in the lab coat next to the armored worker), and the team leader SD-R (the one in the cloak next to SD-I). In many ways, life wasn't much different for her during that time - she was just taking orders from the Absolute Solver now, instead of the Elliotts. Also there was a lot more murder. But by the time they hit Copper 9, A was just about done with taking orders, and intended to go rogue at the first opportunity. Fortunately, R and I agreed with her. Unfortunately, R wasn't dealing with things well at all, and "went rogue" by ditching the other two, prompting A and I to track him down across the planet so they could smack some sense into him, which is how they ended up meeting the Outpost 6 crew.

Irrepressibly curious and a complete goober to her core, A never seems to stop moving; even when she's "sitting still," she'll still be fidgeting somehow - tapping a peg-foot, drumming her fingers, nodding her head, things like that. She's constantly asking questions and studying things; it's rare for her to focus completely on one person or thing at a time, since she's usually got at least one or two of her sensor-eyes watching her surroundings (a paranoid habit that grew out of residual wariness from her time at the Manor and only got reinforced by her time as a Disassembler). She can never resist a chance to be a goofball - see the original image for what that's like. SD-A doesn't do things by halves - if she's going to do a thing, she's going to put her whole ass into getting it done. This can be both a good thing and a bad thing - she's dedicated, sometimes to the point of absurdity, and the most headstrong, stubborn, and opinionated member of her team by far, which has both gotten them into and out of trouble in the past. That said, when she screws up she's just as dedicated to fixing her mistake as she is to anything else she does.

Random tidbits I didn't know where else to put: SD-A is a Russian-model drone. She's also the smallest of the Disassembly Drones, only just slightly taller than an adult Worker. No one knows why this is, but A suspects it was the Solver having a laugh at her expense.

Anyway, that's all for tonight; I'll have stuff about Wylla (red) and Kalai (cyan) either tomorrow or Wednesday.

Whatever. Go, my mechanical children!

[eloscore]

Peace will come to You, and Me, and The World

alt with woke beam YAYERS!!!

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

And if i told you i have temporarily abandoned drawing to write a Crazy Carl fic what then

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

i am almost thirty years old. why must i still be plagued by the perpetual and unshakeable belief that everyone secretly dislikes me

[peanutbutterandbananasandwichs]

Ok you know what I've been putting this off since Christmas cause spending money on "silly" things for myself gives me extreme anxiety buuuuuutttt: Going to Crossroads 10!