#anyway sorry this reads so chaotic lol

[chaoticsoft]

i hope my thirties are filled with traveling all over the world. i've felt increasingly frustrated/restless with the isolation of being in the states, especially over the last year. and having my sister-in-law (who lives in seoul with her korean husband) staying here just cements that feeling for me even more, just knowing in my heart that the world is vast and there are so many, many places i haven't seen yet. there is so much still to see, to taste, to touch, to love. they've been here like 4 days and have already introduced me to so!!! much new music and little sprinklings of korean :') it's been so regenerative to me but also it's given me such focus, like okay, i remember who i am now. i've always been a person with a passion for collecting languages, someone with an international heart, someone who loves and wants to see more of the world.

[astraydestiny]

Often times it just so happens to be that no matter how hard you try, words just simply cannot make their way onto the paper in front of you. Maybe it’s you thats holding yourself back, maybe it’s life or school.

But that doesn’t matter to you, does it? The only thing that matters is your inability to act. You didn’t do what makes you, you. Your entire purpose, career, life, all revolves around creating- and you cant even do that.

But can you really blame yourself? Its not your fault, really it isnt. It cant be. Your mind cant formulate normal sentences anymore, your not as articulate as you once was, the muscles in your fingers have grown weak. That isnt your fault! Surely it isnt, if it was, you would have acted on them by now, wouldnt you have?

…

Forget it. Even that word looks odd. The r is out of place. R’s symbolize regal strength. Strength in aesthetic, strength in propriety. There is nothing strong about being forgotten. But then again, foget doesn’t sound right either. It’s like somethings missing, but I can’t wrap my head around what it is. It sounds so incomplete. Without strength, being forgotten is undefined, abstract, a sort of remembrance malleable to everyone but yourself. However with strength, with all those values upheld, with that false image sustained relentlessly for all that time, being forgotten is disappointing; egregious, a reminder that our fate lies not in our hands but in the threads that weave their way through our hearts.

Was it a consequence of my own self-loathing that I feel this way? An inability to concentrate, to focus on the things that truly matter to me? I reach out to that distant guiding light, but I receive nothing but the path deeper into the interstice of which I am trapped.

What is the purpose of creativity without substance? What is the beauty behind scattered thoughts with no clear direction? Questions with no answer.

Objective fact versus subjective feeling, which one will seize the throne of priority?

Who am I if I cannot be who I am?

All rhetorical anyway. Is my presence really that frightening to you? Rest assured, I do not recognize that man staring back at her through the mirror as well. We are the same in that we have been left with no meaning, no hope, and nothing left to work for in a life as cruel as ours.

No words can describe the pain of humanity at its zenith, brought on by the nadir of our own morality.

We enter an age filled with tyranny, hopelessness, apathy, and ignorance.

Or rather, we as in me.

[almondimilk]

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[s-lverwing]

I’m so happy to read your Caracalla fanfics omg?? So yummy and good!!

I haven’t seen the movie yet (it’s been spoiled for me already tho- rip) and long message ahead yikes I’m sorry (not a request either!!)

Food for thought.. but I need to see Caracalla and a soft wife- (this is soooo anti his character) but I live for the ‘asshole to everyone.. except my WIFE’ trope and I feel like he would be like that to reader (because i said so lol)

Need to see soft spoken reader with loud, angry, dark, jealous, possessive Caracalla, I just need a man to be angrily in love with me at this point lmaoooo

Anyways pls share your thoughts if you’d like because I need to YAP about him- more people need to YAP about him !!

Hi!!! thank you for your kind words 💗 im glad youre happy to read what i wrote <3. and don’t worry about the yappin !! i LOVE to yap too. its a bit long the text so that why im adding a read more 😭😭😭

i dont think it would be too ooc for caracalla to have a soft wife. i think it actually can make so much sense when you think about how deeply fractured and emotionally starved he was. like in the movie he is violent, chaotic, and most likely consumed by his disease. but beneath all that, I KNOW he craves softness, someone who sees past his rage and bloodlust, someone who can offer him something what he’s never had: unconditional kindness (even if he doesn’t deserves it lmao)

i want to add that i can totally imagine him viewing her as a gift lmao, something the gods granted in a rare moment of mercy. which would make his possessive and obsessive behaviour worse. his “love” would be intense, protective, and dangerously devoted, but also strangely tender in a way only she gets to see.

i think caracalla’s jealousy would be volatile, loud, destructive, and entirely uncontrollable. like his possessiveness wouldn’t just came from a place of “love” but from a deep-seated fear of losing her. and if geta is involved, it would be even worse. like he wouldn’t have boundaries in his rage (lol does he ever has boundaries?). he even could hurt his wife, not out of intention ofc, but because he’s too far gone (like we see in the movie and the script with that geta scene).

BUT the second he realizes what he’s done, though, he’d be utterly shattered, falling apart in a way only she would EVER see. crying, begging, trembling—just very pathetic, in desperation. he’d fall to his knees without shame, pressing his face against her stomach or thighs, clinging to her like a drowning man. like almost panicking. words would come in a frantic, broken torrent with half apologies, half declarations of obsession. because he doesn’t know how to apologize, ofc.

i feel like he would know that his wife is both his greatest weakness and his only salvation.

sorry for the YAPPING snnfnckdkw i just love how pathetic he is after he lashes out 🥺

[deonsx]

i saw you were taking requests o((>ω< ))o

i hc yukimiya, kaiser, and oliver to have the comfy but stylish fashion sense(lol), can i request them with reader who has a darker style like goth or vkei?

Hiii dear!! firstly in the event i write the characters I will write and unfortunately just kaiser here (I only write characters whose behavior I understand, so I can imagine them, but I don't have enough information about the others sorry(´-ω-`) lets add sae

Kaiser Michael

Kaiser, ever the center of attention with his magnetic charisma and effortlessly stylish flair, strolls confidently through the crowd. By his side is you the striking contrast to his golden aura. Your dark, layered outfit, inspired by a fusion of gothic elegance and visual kei extravagance, turns just as many heads. Your presence radiates mystery, drawing curious glances wherever you walk together

Kaiser grins, adjusting the collar of his jacket as he leans closer to you “I swear, people are staring at us because of me” he teases, his voice dripping with smug amusement “Or maybe they’re just not used to seeing someone as stylish as me with someone so… darkly radiant”

You roll your eyes but can’t help smirking “Or they’re wondering why a golden retriever is trying to keep up with a black panther” The playful jab makes his grin widen “Touché, mein dunkler Stern”

The two of you pause at a stall selling handmade accessories. Kaiser’s eyes gleam as he spots a black lace choker adorned with a silver crescent moon. He picks it up, holding it toward you “This would suit you” he declares with absolute confidence, then adds with a teasing smirk “But you’d look even better wearing something of mine”

You snort, crossing your arms. “You mean like your ego? Sorry, it’s a bit too heavy for my neck”Undeterred, Kaiser steps closer, lowering his voice “Keep talking, and I might just buy it for you anyway. A perfect gift for my perfect little shadow”

The faintest blush creeps up your neck, and you quickly divert your attention to another stall. But Kaiser follows, his laughter soft but triumphant as he takes his place beside you, unfazed by your aloof demeanor

As the night continues, you find yourself grudgingly enjoying his over-the-top compliments and relentless attempts to get a smile from you. By the time you leave, he’s carrying several small items he insisted on buying for you a delicate ring, a black-embroidered scarf and of course the choker

Sae Itoshi

Sae walks in, exuding his usual cool, detached confidence. Dressed in his signature minimalist yet high-end fashion, he glances around with faint disinterest, his sharp eyes scanning the room for anything worthy of his attention. Then he notices you

You stand near a dimly lit display of abstract sculptures, your goth or visual kei-inspired attire making you an arresting contrast to the sterile white walls and muted tones of the gallery. Your layered outfit is a work of art itself dark lace, leather accents, and intricate accessories that seem to tell a story all their own. The black polish on your nails gleams as you hold a glass of wine, your demeanor composed and enigmatic. Sae’s gaze lingers a moment too long

“Interesting taste” he comments, stepping closer. His voice is low and measured, as if he’s assessing the situation with the same precision he brings to the pitch. You glance at him, arching a brow “The art or me?”

He doesn’t flinch at your boldness. Instead, his lips curve ever so slightly a rare hint of amusement “Both, I suppose. Though one of them is harder to read” You tilt your head, intrigued but refusing to let him rattle you. “Let me guess you prefer things simple, minimal, and predictable”

Sae’s smirk grows “Not quite. I just appreciate when something stands out. Like this…” He gestures toward the piece you were studying a sleek, modern sculpture with jagged, chaotic edges “Or you”

You chuckle softly, meeting his intense gaze “Flattery from a guy like you? Color me impressed”Sae shrugs, his tone nonchalant but his eyes sharper than ever “It’s not flattery. Just an observation”

The two of you fall into an easy, if slightly sharp-tongued, conversation. Sae’s reserved demeanor contrasts with your dark, vibrant energy, but neither of you seem fazed. As the evening wears on, he finds himself inexplicably drawn to your unapologetic individuality, while you find his quiet intensity more captivating than you expected

Before the night ends, Sae leans in closer, his voice softer but no less confident “I don’t usually go to these things, but I’m glad I did tonight. You’re… different”

“Different how?” you ask, feigning disinterest but feeling your heart skip a beat. Sae’s gaze locks with yours, his smirk returning “Let’s just say you’re not as predictable as I expected. I’d like to see more of that”

Enjoy!

[scorpioriesling]

TikTok Thirst Traps

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Featuring: Rhysand, Cassian, Azriel, Lucien, Eris, & Tamlin

Warning(s): none

Summary: Nothing much, just the ACOTAR males as TikTok stereotypes / thirst traps.

SR’s Note: Guys I’m soooo sorry I swear I’m working on Invisible String and THTH — I have so much personal life stuff going on too and it’s been hard finding time to write! Anyways, here’s a little sum sum in the meantime for you all. <3

Tags: @mellowmusings @rcarbo1 @lilah-asteria @kitsunetori @velarisdusk (inbox me or comment if you'd like to be added!)

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Rhysand

major businessman / entrepreneur vibes for rhys’ thirst traps

a man in a suit is just… *chef’s kiss*

he has money and he knows it and does not care to show it on social media

his page is definitely a dark colored theme, most of his attire is black, and he comes across super professional

however

he knows what the ladies like

occasionally his car will make an appearance, or what he would deem “risqué” (ahem, the middle inspiration photo)

doesn’t care too much about comments… he actually finds that the women who frequently spam his page are a bit annoying more than anything

regardless, he would never say anything rude to anyone

keeps his pages mostly professional to avoid conflict in the workplace; but lets be honest, everyone in his office is down bad for this man, he’s not getting in any kind of trouble

genuinely couldn’t find just one that was a perfect fit for rhys, but his page comes very close if it were a bit darker themed and more luxurious / CEO-ish? is that a word? more suit content? you get the gist

Cassian

i almost feel like it’s a given that his tik tok thirst traps would be the “gym bro” / hot guy workout videos

a lot of these are simply him working out, not necessarily trying to get girls attention or anything but simply provide content for his fitness account

to take this a step further— when the girlies start commenting on his posts with emojis and such, he gets a little flustered. he wasn’t expecting this… he just lifts, that’s all

but, he can’t complain

his page is chaotic; videos of him lifting, flexing, what he eats to stay in shape, and even some videos of self reflection

it’s the comments like, “let me come to the gym with you!” or “you could lift me instead” etc that he turns into videos of how to get into working out / body building… not realizing the girlies just like to look at him. lol

he would respond to just about every comment with something kind or positive, even if it was sexual / silly in nature he’d find a way to make light of it

best example i could find would be this man

Azriel

i think we already know modern!az is a biker boy. there. i rest my case. that’s all.

i’m kidding

he thrives off the attention from booktok ladies; he doesn’t respond much, but he secretly reads every comment / mention / dm and takes every suggestion seriously when considering new content to create

yes, he films a few with a scream mask on

again, i rest my case

of course he has a darker themed page, lots of slow bass music on his videos and many videos of him riding at night

he’s always in a tight tee to show off his body that he’s spend years honing — and yes, he knows the girls love his arms too

not too much humor online from this guy. no full face reveal either.

however, when he reveals his smile for the first time…

let’s say his followers just about loose their minds

there’s so many tik tok pages like this yall already know what im talking about… here’s an example in case you don’t

Lucien

at first, he didn’t follow trends or do any kind of thirst traps of any kind. he thought those were kind of dumb and mainly used the app to send funny videos to his friends

however

lucien is creative, and his outlet here is music

apparently being a sassy redhead wasn’t enough, so he started filming himself playing his guitar

shirtless… of course.

the jump in followers may have prompted him to continue filming such content… or maybe the types of comments he was getting to boost that ego of his HAHA

anyways, his vibe is more acoustic / beachy / peaceful and light, very beach boy vibes with him but he will dabble in the electric guitar all the same once he gets used to playing it

per mentioned previously, he used to not make many videos, but now that he does, he finds himself being very real on this app and a lot of times recording small snippets of his own songs and talking into the camera

he enjoys the comments that show he is clearly capable of snagging the attention of the ladies; however, he responds to a lot of the ones that pertain to his talent and are interested in more than just his pretty face <3

i like this example best, with a lighter / more beachy and acoustic aesthetic … this may be more accurate

Eris

i’m really hoping you guys understand what i’m going for with this one… eris cooks.

like, very handsome, very demure, very good looking, cooking alone, but also… he knows what he’s doing and likes to play with his food, so to speak.

walk with me here.

he knows that a man with expensive taste already gets the ladies going. but a man with expensive taste AND in the kitchen? sir-

he will show every skill he has. baking, cooking, mixology…

and of course, some implied skills as well

he reads his comments — especially the ones where the girlypops are horny on main. he doesn’t give af; he loves that shit. in fact, keep it coming

sensual music, low lighting, expensive clothes… he’s a man that gets it. he could get it. and he knows that.

i think his videos would be a combo of this page and this page if you can use your imagination

Tamlin

tamlin is a hot ass, gentlemanly, mothafuckin cowboy and i will die on that hill — don’t play with me

while some videos are very pg, very church-boy, very homegrown… there are also the shirtless, sweaty, pickup-truck ones

don’t lie. you know exactly what i’m talking about.

he is a built dude. he works all day in the sun, he’s very caring for his land and the animals that live on it, and when he realized the attention he got from filming himself doing simple things around the ranch…

boy oh boy.

it started with simple things — throwing hay bales, riding horseback, etc…

but then he read his comments. people wanted more. the pretty ladies on the tik tok wanted more.

so he yanked off his shirt and jumped on the trends.

did he particularly like it? no. he didn’t like filming himself walking around his oversized pickup in just his jeans and boots, the sun kissing his skin over the rim of his hat…

but what he did enjoy was the cuties in his DMs and all their sweet messages for him.

he was a countryman at heart, so naturally his page was filled with images of the great outdoors and him in it — though many of his comments went unanswered. he was a bit shy, as social media wasn’t something he liked to use regularly

nonetheless, he did enjoy reading positive feedback after a long hard day of work

his feed would look a lil like this or THIS

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[jocelynscrazyideas]

Illuminating ||

Jack Hughes x reader

-a ficsmas fic-

(not proof read)

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Jack likes to get pizza after a good game. Lately the Devils have been doing pretty decent, so Jack has been having cheat days

In fact Jack has been saying he’s done with the healthy life;

“I’m so done with those gross green smoothies.”

“so glad im not on that diet anymore.”

~

Tonight, the devils play the Canucks. If we lose we will get pizza, and if we win… we will get pizza. Tonight is a special night. It’s the Hughes brawl.

“Babe!” I yell for Jack. I’m making a green smoothie for him. Luke walks out of his room. “Ooo. Nice.” He laughs.

“Do you want one?” I offer.

“Hell yeah.” Luke takes the cup of green liquid that I set out for Jack. I really have no problem with it. I was going to make one for luke anyway.

“Jack!” Luke screams for him.

“I’m coming Lukey.” He barked back.

Luke, ironically loves the green smoothies, apparently they "cut the junk food out of his system."

“Try it. It’s sooo good.” Luke sips out again. He stumbles over a yoga block I was using for Pilates last night. “Oops. Sorry Luke.” I laugh.

“It’s alright.” Luke snarls. He sits in a recliner in the small living room. He turns the TV on. “Jack.”

“What.” Jack answered- in a ‘I’m annoyed’ kind of tone.

The Jersey house is always so chaotic. Luke always stretching and working out, or playing games on the living room set up. Jack doing whatever with Luke or causing trouble with me. I'm always in the room Jack and I share doing work. Sometimes late at night Luke screams in his room from playing Fortnite or watching a stupid play from the game before.

“Remember. Tonight Y/n and I are getting pizza.” Jack waves infront of Luke’s face. Motioning to see if Luke is listening.

“Yeah- alright- Jack! Jack! Move I can’t see the screen.” Luke moves his head to see the cartoon that’s playing. “Yeah I got it! You two lovers are gonna go on a pizza date! Now move!” Luke hits jacks hand out of his face.

“Okay bye Lukey.” Jack laughs. He grabs my cold hand and takes me upstairs to our room.

Tonight, I’m dropping the boys off at the rink, and I’ll be at home watching the live stream of the game. “I wish you could be there tonight.” Jack whines.

“I know. I know. I’m sorry bubs. I just have to much writing to do for the meeting tomorrow.”

I work for a large company in the PR field. Im in charge of sales tonight.

~

We're running a few minutes behind. Jack can't find his phone, Luke is in the car warming up and I'm calling Jack's phone to help my clumsy boyfriend find the stupid phone.

"Jack!" I yell from the door. Jack comes stroming down the stairs with a smile on his face.

He waves his hands up in the air. "Found it." he laughs. Jack runs out to the car and i zoom into the drivers seat.

~

Jack kisses me before jumping out of the car. Luke follows after, I wish them a goodluck and pop the back open for their gear, they set their bags off to the equipment manager and run inside.

~

I did lots of my speech, and collected data. I look up at the tv screen. Jack scored the 6th goal against Vancouver. 3rd period is about to end and I jump into the car again. Luke is hitching a ride from Curtis, apparently Lazar was going to take Luke home and make him babysit while Curtis and his wife go out- not that I have Curtis yeh idea.

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“I’m so excited!!” Jack almost bursts out of his seat. The devils had an amazing win against the Canucks. Fortunately, this can make Jack really horny or really cuddly tonight.

Jack places his hands onto my thighs while I drive, Jack tells me directions to this new downtown place he never seen. “I don’t understand why we couldn’t just go to new York. It’s only 15 minutes away.” I whined.

“Because.” Jack responds. He plays with my hair and looks at me star struck. The starts shine in his eyes.

“Look of love huh.” I tease him a bit.

Jack blushed and halts his hands up. “Stop!” He screamed.

I look at him lol he’s crazy. “I wa showing to! It’s a stop sign.” I scoff. Annoyed but in love. I lower his hand and asked him to pony me to the next street.

“Park. We can walk. Please, it’ll be fun. Like one of your stupid rom-coms.” Jack smiled maliciously.

~

After parking in the street I double checked that my car was locked and nothing valuable was in sight. Jack grabbed my hand. It was so pretty out. The dark sky hover over us, but the street lamps shine a pathway for us- even better the stars above us made a beautiful view. We looked so happy and proud of eachother. The trees a little dead. Snow on the ground. The cobblestone sidewalk getting slippery and slippery up the hill we’re walking on.

“Right here.” Jack motioned his head to the right of us.

Of course, hack has the sidewalk rule down. He is on the left side if the right sidewalk and we’re walking at a slow place so I can browse at all of the trinkets the stores have for show.

We walk into the pizza shop and it immediately gets warm, and smells like garlic and cheese. “Holy pizza galore.” Jack laughs, he pulls my closer. I’m wearing low rider flared jeans, and a cute white sweater. Underneath I have a sexy lacy bralette and a black tank top to keep me warm. Jack has in his DREW hoodie and some grey sweatpants. I look cute, and he looks hobo-ish.

“Did you take-”

“Yes baby. I took a shower after the game.” Jack finished my sentence. He pulls out his wallet, “what do you want?” He points at the menu.

“Umm. Pepperoni duo with the fries and bacon.” I whisper in his ear. I feel like a fat baby when I order. That’s something Jack admired. He loves that I’m not scared to eat in front of him.

“Hey!” He starts up with the owner, “yeah uh I’d like two pepperoni pizza and the duo with the fries and bacon.” He hands the guy his card and pulls his wallet out to put his card away after.

My hand is on jacks back, “babe.” I said under my breath. Letting Jack know that he needs to tip.

“Right.” He whips his wallet out again. He slides in $20 into the tip jar and we wait for our order.

~

We walk around for a good spot to eat. Our pizza is blazing hot, and our loaded fries are bubbling form the cheese and bacon. “Here.” I stop. There are some benches at the coast.

“Look at NYC.” We stare at the beautiful city across from us. “Beautiful.” Jack replies and he smiles at me.

“How smooth.” I laugh and nudge Jack in the side. I kiss Jack on his warm lips. Jack pulls me into his lap. I sit in between his legs and my chest holds his food while mine are in my lap. We watch the stars and talk about life.

Jack puts his cold hands down my back to warm himself. My black tank top slides down as Jack slides his hands down my underclothes. “Oh” Jack mutters.

He lifts his chin up and kissed the top of my head. “How beautiful.” He mutters. He feels the Victoria secret bra o have on. “How beautifully done you are tonight.” He says in an old English accent.

I laugh and hold his other hand that isn’t in my shirt.

He picks me up and kisses me. I feel his tounge deep through my lips, his soft overgrown stubble scratching at me. I pull him closer. My arms wrapped around his neck, I’m on my tip toes as Jack pulls me up higher. Jack lifts me up all the way, he scoops under my ass. I hold in while Jack picks up our trash and walks over to the trash. My legs wrap around his torso. The stars illuminate above us, twinkling. Making this moment so special.

Just like the Rom-Coms we watch.

~

We danced for hours under the moon. Then of course Luke asked if we could pick up some Chinese food for him and as the best future sister in law I stop Jack from kissing me more and grab Luke his stupid food.

[jungkoode]

FUCK ME UP | FRAGMENTS

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✧ author's note ✧

OKAY SO. This was not planned. I mean, yes, it kind of was planned because it WAS one of my concept ideas as you have probably seen in the index. BUT.

I wasn't expecting to write this on a random ass Tuesday during my break??? This is the silliest idea, but it formed in my mind and I just had to write this down. So you're welcome for random FMU content on a Tuesday?

Anyway, enjoy this goofy ass drabble. I know I laughed while writing it. Hope you laugh while reading it!

The whiteboard hanging beside the fridge was the first thing you noticed when you stumbled into the kitchen, bleary-eyed at 7 AM on your fourth day in the apartment. It wasn’t there the day before. Neither was the note written in precise, controlled handwriting:

“Whoever left their dishes in the sink overnight: Don’t.” - Yoongi

You stared at it for a beat too long, coffee mug halfway to your lips. Well. That was new.

And completely directed at you, because you definitely left a bowl and spoon in the sink the night before. You glanced over your shoulder, but the apartment was quiet. Yoongi must have already left for his early client meeting.

Before you could stop yourself, you picked up the black marker dangling from its magnetic holder and wrote in your loose, slightly messy lowercase:

“sorry! won’t happen again” - y/n

Two days later, you were greeted by another note:

“The garbage doesn’t take itself out. Neither do I.” - Yoongi

Beneath it, in chaotic, barely legible scrawl that you immediately recognized as Jungkook’s:

“i took it out mon. phoenix’s turn” - jk

You rolled your eyes and added:

“bold of u to assume i generate garbage. that’s a YOU problem mf” - y/n

By the end of your first week, the whiteboard had evolved:

“Stop drinking my almond milk. Buy your own.” - Yoongi

“wasn’t me lol. phoenix sus af. caught her red-handed no cap 🧢 ” - jk

And yeah. There was actually a horribly scribbled cap doodle. 

“i was testing it to see if it was spoiled bc im nice. you’re welcome” - y/n

“It was a new carton.” - Yoongi

“… whoops?” - y/n

The second week brought escalation:

“Bathroom schedule. RESPECT IT.” - Yoongi

“phoenix spent 40 mins in there this am. i was LATE. so NOT the vibes” - jk

“some of us have actual hair to wash, jungkook. not my fault” - y/n

“some of us have JOBS to get to fr fr” - jk

“Some of us need SILENCE to work. Take this argument elsewhere.” - Yoongi

Day ten of cohabitation:

“Griffin knocked over my coffee mug AGAIN. Control your cat.” - Yoongi

“bold of u to assume griffin can be controlled” - jk

“he only knocks over YOUR stuff bc you claim to hate him. he knows. cats always know” - y/n

“I do hate him.” - Yoongi

That evening, you returned to find a new addition: a small, surprisingly detailed doodle of what appeared to be Griffin with devil horns, signed by Yoongi. 

Underneath, Jungkook had drawn a halo and angel wings around it with “no lies detected” scrawled beside it.

By day twelve:

“If I hear ‘Wonderwall’ on that guitar ONE MORE TIME at 2 AM there will be consequences." - Yoongi

“it was ‘sweet child o mine’ actually smh. musical education lacking???” - jk

“regardless: rogue, some of us sleep at normal human hours” - y/n

“some of us didn’t bang their headboard against the wall at 1 am. pot, kettle, iykyk” - jk

You flushed bright red when you read this. That was ONE TIME when you were rearranging your furniture, but of course, he’d make it sound like… Jesus.

“i was MOVING FURNITURE.” - y/n

“suuuuuuuuure, phoenix” - jk

“Both of you: headphones exist. Use them.” - Yoongi

The next morning brought a new development:

“COFFEE MAKER RULES:” 1. Rinse it after use 2. Don’t change my settings 3. If you empty it, refill the water “This is not a democracy.” - JK

Jungkook had actually used proper capitalization for his coffee rules, which told you exactly how serious he was about his precious brewing machine.

You couldn’t resist responding:

“counterpoint: it’s just coffee bro” - y/n

His reply came quickly:

“HERESY” - jk

“Some of us need coffee to tolerate living with you two.” - Yoongi

That afternoon, Yoongi left a new note:

“Refrigerator organization system is now ENFORCED. Labels provided.” - Yoongi

You came home later to find Jungkook had added:

“phoenix labeled my protein shakes ‘gym bro juice’ - v mature” - jk

You couldn’t help grinning as you added:

“if the shoe fits, rogue. and it does, along with your massive protein powder collection that’s taking over the kitchen” - y/n

The next morning, his response was waiting:

“my protein powder keeps me strong enough to help when u can’t reach the top shelf” - jk

You narrowed your eyes before writing:

“i will climb the counter like a normal person, thx” - y/n

By evening, Yoongi had added:

“That’s how you fell last week.” - Yoongi

You scowled at the betrayal.

Day fourteen—today—you had woken up to find a weekend notice:

“OUT OF TOWN THIS WEEKEND. Keep the apartment standing.” - Yoongi

You grabbed the marker, adding:

“roger that, captain obvious” - y/n

By mid-morning, Jungkook had responded:

“no promises. phoenix brings out the worst in me ngl” - jk

You snorted and added:

“mutual, rogue” - y/n

Now, you stand before the whiteboard, marker in hand, examining two weeks’ worth of passive-aggressive notes. It’s become something of a gallery of snark, a dysfunctional family bulletin board.

You find yourself smiling at Jungkook’s chaotic scrawl, full of abbreviations and lowercase letters, contrasting with Yoongi’s precise penmanship and perfect grammar. The way the three of you communicate through this ridiculous medium is strangely… comfortable? Not that you’d ever admit it.

You’ve already noticed patterns: Yoongi writes in black marker exclusively, with perfect punctuation. Jungkook grabs whatever color is available, usually purple or blue, his writing tilted and messy, full of text-speak and abbreviations. You tend toward green or red, your lowercase letters rounded but clear.

You'd be lying if you said you don't kind of enjoy this weird, annotated glimpse into your shared lives.

Or how Jungkook’s ridiculous coffee snobbery—serious enough to warrant actual capitalization—makes you roll your eyes and snort at the same time.

Or how Yoongi pretends to hate Griffin while his latest note passive-aggressively mentioned seeing cat treats left out on the counter “for the demon cat I allegedly don’t care about.”

Or how, despite all the bickering and boundary-setting and passive-aggressive notes…

You probably wouldn’t trade this chaotic whiteboard for anything.

Not that you’ll ever tell them that. Instead, you uncap the marker again and write:

“whoever used the last of the toilet paper without replacing it: you’re dead to me” - y/n

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you wonder what ridiculous note will appear next in this strange, dysfunctional roommate communication system you’ve all somehow adopted.

Maybe it’s not the worst way to avoid actually talking to each other.

Maybe it’s even a little fun.

But you’ll keep that thought to yourself.

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[mirensiart]

I have been reading and rereading your pain share au, it's such an awesome concept for Linked Universe, I love it!

Anyway, I was thinking (sorry if anyone else have already asked this), you know how pain is actually useful ok? It gives you feedback when something is not right. Imagine you are in a battle and you suddenly feel an acute pain in your sides, maybe an arrow reached you (you have some protection, therefore it didn't cause that much damage, but enough to let you know something hit you), or maybe you were hit with a blunt object, or were pushed, so you immediately react by protecting better that zone, moving farther, or attack from the direction of the hit... Except in this case is a phantom pain.

Being so used to chaotic battles, how are the chain going to fight effectively if they don't have accurate feedback? Add the fact that they are probably fighting by reflex and I can sense all the chaos and doing bad moves due to inaccurate sensations.

Damn, I think in this case the best they can do is to let just one of them fight and the rest just watch haha.

Anyway, I love your art!

LMAO YES!!!!!!!

I do believe the best way is to let one fight while the others watch and maybe take turns one by one to avoid what you're describing, but like, they'll never do that lol they have like half a braincell between all 9 lmao

But yeah i agree, it would get dangerous and confusing pretty fast!

[marshallsgirl]

Hidden Harmony

Pairing: Eminem x Fem¡Reader

Warnings: 🔞 MATURE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

Recommended song: The Slim Shady LP Album

Author's note: Hey, guys! I missed you so much. A lot has happened. Last year, I graduated from college with honors! And now I'm studying again. Yes. Sometimes I just ask myself: Why are you doing this to yourself? More study? Really? But yes, here I go again. And guess what...I watched the whole Peaky Blinders series for the first time! I loved it. Also, I read Dean Koontz's Frankenstein books for the first time and I fell in love with his writting style. Anyways, I've been working real hard on this story that takes place back in 2001. I got inspired by this: Could we get single dad Eminem who's lowkey broke living with Hailie and he goes to drop her off at school and bumps into single mom reader dropping off her son? I feel like that would be really cute! (Sorry for the anon I'm just shy lol)

Hope you all enjoy it. I love you guys so much! Sending all of you a warm hug🤍✨️

⚝ 𖤐 ✶ ✷ ⛥ ✴ ☆ ⍟ ✦ 𖥔 ✰ ★ ☆⚝ 𖤐 ✶ ✷ ⛥

Chapter 1

The aroma of burnt toast hung in the air, a familiar battle flag in the war against morning. Y/N, her dark hair pulled back in a severe ponytail, scraped the blackened edges with a butter knife.

"Almost edible," she muttered, placing the salvaged slice on a plate beside a perfectly round fried egg.

"Mom, can I have the funny-shaped one?" Six-year-old John, a miniature dynamo with a shock of unruly brown hair, pointed at the toast.

Y/N smiled, the hard lines of her face softening.

"Always the artist, aren't you, John boy?" She handed him the misshapen piece. "Eat up, we're running late."

Her house, a modest brick ranch in a quiet Clinton Township neighborhood, was a testament to efficiency. Every surface was clean, every object in its place. The remnants of her late husband, a firefighter named Kyle, were subtly woven into the decor: a framed photograph on the mantle, a worn leather armchair in the corner, a collection of vintage fire department patches displayed on the wall.

Y/N’s movements were precise, almost mechanical. She checked John's backpack, ensuring his homework was tucked inside, then grabbed her own keys and purse. Her Glock 19, holstered at her hip, was a constant presence, a silent promise of protection. It was a tool, like the wrenches she used to fix her truck, or the chalk she used to demonstrate proper grip at the firing range. She was a firearms instructor, a profession that demanded discipline and control. She taught others how to handle the weight of responsibility, the power held in their hands. It was a job that fit her, a job that suited the strength she had been forced to cultivate.

As they walked to the car, John chattered about his upcoming dinosaur project, his words a comforting rhythm against the quiet morning. Y/N listened, her gaze scanning the street, a habit ingrained from years of training. She’d learned to see the world with a heightened sense of awareness, a skill that served her well as a single mother.

Sometimes, in the quiet solitude of her bedroom, she’d feel a pang of loneliness, a ghost of Kyle’s presence beside her. He’d told her, in the last days, that it was alright to find happiness again. “Don’t live in my shadow, Y/N” he’d whispered, his voice weak. “You deserve love.” But the idea felt foreign, like trying to fit into a suit that no longer belonged.

At John’s school, the air buzzed with the chaotic energy of children and parents.

Y/N knelt to give John a hug. "Be good, listen to Mrs. Changretta, and I'll see you this afternoon."

As John turned to join the other children, his eyes widened. He pointed at a man standing near the entrance, a tall figure dressed in a dark hoodie and jeans.

"Mom, look! I like his shoes."

The man, his face partially obscured by the hood, glanced down at his feet, then back at John. Y/N’s gaze followed her son’s, and she took in the man’s features, a flicker of recognition sparking in her mind. He looked familiar, but she couldn't place him. She decided to walk towards the entrance with John, using the guise of a final goodbye to get a closer look, to try and decipher the elusive sense of connection.

As they approached, Y/N subtly studied the man’s features, a sense of intrigue tightening in her chest. The hood obscured the contours of his face, casting him in a shadow that seemed to hold a secret. Even at close range, she couldn't pinpoint where she might have seen him before, yet the feeling persisted, a gentle tug on her memory. It was like trying to recall a melody, a faint tune that resonated with something deep within her. She also noticed a little girl, near the man, and felt a warm feeling.

"Those are cool shoes," John said to the man, his voice ringing with childlike enthusiasm.

The man smiled, a brief, almost shy expression. "Thanks, lil man"

Y/N stood, her hand instinctively moving to her hip, where the weight of her Glock provided a sense of grounding. She watched the man, her eyes narrowed, trying to decipher the reason for that spark of familiarity. The smile, though fleeting, left a lingering sense of intrigue. It was a glimpse, Y/N thought, a fleeting moment that hinted at something deeper, something unknown, yet strangely familiar. And as the man’s voice faded into the ambient noise of the schoolyard, Y/N was left with a sense of anticipation, a feeling that this encounter was more than just a chance meeting.

Chapter 2

The kid's voice, a high-pitched declaration of admiration, echoed in the sterile air of the schoolyard. Shoes, he thought, a simple, mundane object. But the way the kid had looked at him, with that unadulterated curiosity, it felt… unsettling. The woman, the mother, her eyes were different. Sharp, assessing. Like she was trying to dissect him, to see through the carefully constructed facade. He felt a prickle of unease, a familiar sensation that had become his constant companion. They know, a voice whispered in the back of his mind, a phantom echo of paranoia. He glanced around, scanning the faces in the crowd, searching for… what? He wasn't sure. A threat? A familiar face? Or just someone that did not look like they were judging him. He wanted to be a good father. He wanted to give his daughter the world. But the world, it seemed, was always watching.

He knelt down to his daughter, Hailie, who was eager to join her friends.

"Hey, beautiful," he said, his voice softening. "Mom's picking you up today, okay? Daddy's got a long day at the film set."

"Okay, Daddy," Hailie said, her bright eyes filled with adoration. "Will you come see me later?"

"Of course, baby. I wouldn't miss it." He gave her a quick hug, his heart aching with a mix of love and guilt. "Be good for your mom, and I'll see you tonight."

He watched her run off, her laughter a fleeting melody in the schoolyard's din. Then, he rose, his gaze lingering on the spot where she had been. He gave a final gaze to the woman and her son. Familiar, he thought again, the word echoing in his mind. He couldn't place her, but something about her intensity, the way she held herself, felt like a warning. He was about to turn away completely when he heard a voice, sharp and clear, cutting through the schoolyard noise.

"Excuse me?"

He turned back. The woman, the mother, was standing a few feet away, her arms relaxed, but her eyes still holding that sharp intensity. Her son was gone, already mingling with the other children.

"Yes?" he asked, his voice low.

"I just wanted to apologize if my son interrupted your moment with your daughter," Y/N said, her tone softer than he expected. "He's very social, always making friends."

"It's no problem at all," He replied, a flicker of a smile touching his lips.

"He's a great kid" Y/N said, a hint of pride in her voice. She paused, a small, almost rueful smile playing on her lips. "But, crazy sometimes. Just yesterday, at the park, he told an old man, 'Hey, old man, I'm your son Pinocchio!'"

A genuine laugh escaped him. It was a sound he hadn't heard from himself in a long time. "That's… something," he managed, still chuckling.

"Tell me about it," Y/N said, shaking her head. "My name's Y/N, btw"

"Marshall," he replied, extending a hand. "Nice to meet you."

"You too, Marshall," she said, shaking his hand. "Well," she continued, glancing at her watch. "I should be going. Have a good day."

"You too, Y/N," he said, watching her walk away. He stood there for a moment, the brief interaction lingering in the air. Y/N, he thought. It was a simple name, but it felt… significant. He shook his head, a wry smile playing on his lips. Get a grip man, he thought. You've got a million things to worry about, and this is not one of them.

He turned and began to walk away from the school, each step measured, each movement deliberate. He needed to work. The film set, the studio, the constant pressure to create, to prove himself. It was a relentless cycle, a treadmill he couldn’t seem to step off. He felt the phantom applause of his recent success, a sound that was already fading, replaced by the gnawing fear that it was all a fluke, a fleeting moment of attention. He thought of the divorce, the constant battles, the feeling that his life was a car crash he couldn't escape. He just wanted a normal life. He just wanted to be a good dad. Just one hit wonder? he thought to himself. "No, I will not let that happen."

He turned and got his mind already shifting to the day ahead. The the film set, the constant pressure to perform. But the image of Y/N, her sharp eyes and firm handshake, and the image of her son, his social skills, stayed with him, a small, unexpected intrusion into his carefully constructed world. Now he was on his way to the film set. It was time to become someone else.

The set was buzzing, a hive of activity as they prepared for the scene with Brittany Murphy. Marshall stood off to the side, trying to shake off the lingering weariness from the long hours. He watched as Brittany, warm and approachable, went over her lines with Curtis. He knew this scene was pivotal, a moment where B-Rabbit starts to connect with Alex, her character. Marshall tried to focus, to immerse himself in the character, but his mind kept drifting back to the schoolyard, to the woman with the sharp eyes and the kid who liked his shoes. Y/N, he thought, the name a soft echo in his mind. He felt a sense of displacement, a feeling that he was living in two worlds, neither of which felt entirely real.

"Alright, Em, you ready?" Curtis called out, his voice cutting through the noise.

Marshall nodded, taking his place. The cameras rolled, and Brittany stepped into the scene, her energy infectious.

"Heard you're a dope rapper," she said, delivering the line with a playful smile.

"Who said I was a dope rapper?" M replied, his voice a touch guarded, just as Jimmy would be.

As they ran through the scene, a strange sense of detachment washed over Marshall. He was present, he was delivering his lines, but his mind kept drifting. He saw Y/N's face, a fleeting image, a whisper in the back of his mind. He couldn't quite place the feeling, but it was a mix of longing and a deep, underlying anxiety.

The scene continued, but Marshall's focus was fractured. He was Jimmy, he was Marshall, and he was someone else entirely, someone haunted by a connection he couldn't fully comprehend.

After the take, Curtis gave him a nod of approval. "Good stuff, Em. You nailed it."

But Marshall barely registered the praise. He was still lost in his own thoughts, the image of Y/N lingering like a ghost. He retreated to his trailer, he stared at his reflection in the mirror, searching for a flicker of recognition. The questions echoing in his mind: Who am I? he wondered. The rapper? The actor? The father? He felt like a collection of masks, each one hiding a deeper, more vulnerable self. He picked up his phone, his fingers hovering over the keypad. He wanted to call Hailie, to hear her voice, to remind himself that he was still a father, that he was still real. But he hesitated, afraid of interrupting her time with her mother. He put the phone down, feeling a wave of loneliness wash over him. He was surrounded by people, but he felt utterly alone. The applause, the attention, it was all a fleeting illusion. He longed for something real, something genuine... And there she was again. Why now? Why is Y/N so present in my thoughts, when I need to be focused?

Marshall didn't even know Y/N, not really. They'd barely spoken. He didn't understand why this was happening, why this person, this almost-stranger, was occupying so much space in his mind. It felt like a phantom limb, a connection that existed without explanation.

⚝ 𖤐 ✶ ✷ ⛥ ✴ ☆ ⍟ ✦ 𖥔 ✰ ★ ☆⚝ 𖤐 ✶ ✷ ⛥

Spoiler of the next chapters: Y/N turned, and her breath caught in her throat. Standing before her was the man from the school, the man with the familiar eyes.

"Yes, I am," she replied, her voice steady despite the sudden rush of recognition. "You're… Marshall, from the school."

"Yeah, that's me," Marshall said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, a smile that seemed more genuine than the one he had given at the school. "Y/N, right?"

"Yes," she confirmed, a slight frown creasing her brow. "So, you're in this film?"

"Yeah, it's my first one," he said, his tone casual.

[rxqueenxgirl]

YOUR LIFE AS A ROCKSTAR!

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take a deep breath and pick a pile!

𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟏.

your position - you're the singer. maybe even the leader image of the band. your voice brings the powerful and dreamy part of the band, thing your songs are famous for.

your band - I'm seeing lots of cruelty and cold-hearted vibes. Your band-mates are very strict about business and this is the image they have for everyone. The public sees you more as coworkers than best friends.

your reputation - you seem to be in a constant hiatus, you don't do interviews, you're very isolated for a famous rockstar.

your band's reputation - it seems like your band is respected in the industry for the sad memory it holds, maybe the death of a member while the band was peaking. the band is a "classic one", everyone knows it, everybody listens to it and everybody knows about the tragedy it brings. or it has been around the culture as a band you listen when you're sad or depressed, like deftones, even though the band doesn't intend it.

type of music - I'm seeing lots of imagine dragons here, also queen. songs about developing character, about struggles but with a fun/strong sound. your public will me mostly males.

𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟐.

your position - you started the band so you're considered the leader, you most likely play the drums but can also sing. you decided to start a band as an enterprise, you searched for talents with a futuristic vision.

your band - your bandmates have a good chemistry but just don't get along well, maybe because they're all so talented that the amount of spotlight they get is not what they really deserve. I'm seeing some jealously, some members are more famous than others and it affects the friendship. so there's no harmony off stage.

your reputation - you are seen as a king/queen lol. the current best in your genre, you have a sharp mind, know how to take what you need from the industry in order to get money and fame. you are famous even for people who don't know you or your band, they just know you have a successful reputation.

your band's reputation - the band's seen as the type of band you listen to when you're having an existential crisis. you have no haters at all, is like you're not on mainstream enough to cause a debate like that, also your fans are chill.

type of music - definitely indie rock, similar to radiohead and the smiths, with melancholic instrumental and depressing lyrics. the music brings lots of introspection and philosophical questions.

𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟑.

your position - you don't have a fixed position, you might be a guitarrist, a bassist or a vocalist, it really depends at what pace the band is. and you're kind of the "underrated" member, you do the most yet don't get the attention you deserve, but I think it's because you don't have the same charisma as the other members.

your band - they hate you lol they envy you and they kicked you out, I'm sorry. nevertheless, the environment of they created was never good, they weren't good people anyways and as soon as you left the fans could tell the quality decayed. the band had this "chaotic" energy, which was actually just how mean they were.

your reputation - you are famous as a solo artist, and your suffering in the hands of your ex-bandmates still haunts your career. the media notices how you turned cold once you left and claim you seek revenge, now this is up to debate, but you're definitely turning things around and starting your own empire. you're viewed as a pioneer on the genre, if someone is new in this industry their dream is to collaborate with you. you might even be seen as crazy or bitter for not taking people's shit to your face, but you have lots of people who support you.

your band's reputation - regardless of all chaos your band is still legendary, it is the type of band that marked a generation. the band was ahead of its time and was definitely a culture reset. a niche/non-famous genre turned mainstream because of your band and the members are still revered for their work, as much as you are. people would wear the clothes style, copy the make-up and everything. I'm seeing your band did lots of artistic makeup.

type of music - EMO!!! (I kept thinking of my chemical romance as soon as I turned the first tarot card). it's leaning more towards pop emo or pop punk, but it's definitely full of energy and loud.

𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟒

your position - you're the hot bassist, no discussion. compared to your bandmates you're the chill one, but good god!! people can't keep their chill around you because you're so attractive

your band - they're about that rock and roll life. sex, drugs and money all the way. you're buddies and have fun together, but the more fame you get the crazier this friendship gets, they start to be inconsequential.

your reputation - as I said, you're the chill one. and to both your bandmates and outsiders you look tired of that lifestyle. you're often portraited as the mature one, they think you're down to earth and the band's energy worns you out. they think you don't have confidence too. you look like you want to quit this mess.

your band's reputation - y'all don't have the best reputation among the media lol. so full of debts because of irresponsibility, no etiquette infront of cameras, no respect for whoever crosses your path, egoistic and everything. but you're famous regardless, even your fans alleged that but they don't really care. your band is seen as the crazy people that get attention wherever they go.

type of music - classic rock, hard rock, whatever it takes for you to get half-naked and smoke on stage. the songs are actually bangers and the members master their instruments so it's just pure rock and roll when they're performing, they don't follow the right chords and tabs they just improvise in the heat of the moment.

𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟓.

your position - you're the singer. you don't play any instruments in the band, so you're dependent to that position. you're the frontman/frontwoman which is complicated because you're very shy and insecure (like hope sandoval or alex turner in the first years of band), but the public still adores you, you have a sweet unique voice (like hope sandoval or alex turner in the first years of band).

your band - it started as a garage band with your mates this got stuck as the energy of the band as a whole: just friends who like to play music and have fun together.

your reputation - the world sees you as dreamy, they think you have amazing ideas, your voice is so soft-spoken that whatever comes out of your mouth becomes cool. they think you're full of joy despite your timidness, you're their "favorite girl/boy" because you're cute, talented and mostly unproblematic.

your band's reputation - "started from the bottom and now we're here" is what people think of when the band's name is mentioned. the band had a simple start but after so many hardwork it got where it's today. also I'm seeing you pioneer a niche genre for being one of the firsts (and bc it is so niche it had like just other 5 artists around the scene).

type of music - I'm seeing grunge and beach rock, like some crazy combination or expecific sound like midwest emo. the lyrics are mostly abstract with no meaning displayed to the face, the instrumental is slow and made by pedals.

𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟔.

your position - you are part of a duo, so you're singing and probably play all the instruments you need to get things done.

your band - the band is actually a project of big artists. they are famous being solo or as part of another band, but friendship brings them together occasionally. so the band is actually "a side project" (like boygenius and the last shadow muppets) that works so well it has more fame than most of the current scene.

your reputation - you're seen as apathetic and melancholic, maybe because of the type of music you bring to the table, maybe because of how you portrait yourself in public. people feel like you don't bring out a connection to them, like you lack charisma. they do respect you because you're no average artist, but you have been put inside the "sad girl/boy" archetype.

your band's reputation - lovebirds. that's it. they think you're in love with each other. there's an undeniable chemistry going on between you two on many ways: the way you perform together, the way your talents complete each other, the way you laugh at internal jokes on interviews...

type of music - synth punk or pop rock, something that stands out. the lyrics are not necessarily meaningful because the songs are the type to dance and headbang to. it's definitely the type of music everybody else listens to and becomes an instant classic.

[lullabyalikpoptarot]

Jeong Yoonoh (Jaehyun) Perspective Reading

Disclaimer: No facts, all alleged. This is my interpretation of the cards and energy I work with.

Now time to get to his perspective reading. I don't feel there is much craziness to him, but I thought I tap into his energy to see what he can give me. The song choice he gave me was Troy Sivan's Strawberry and Cigarettes. Sounds about right with how I think of him. Let's look to see what he can show me.

Hmm, these cards are a bit darker than I expected. Thought the dude was more on the vanilla, less complex side, sorry dude. Anyway, I am seeing shame here from the past, or regrets he may have had, maybe some disappointments as well. Maybe he ruminates over things that didn't go well or to plan as he may have liked.

I am getting him being splintered, a bit chaotic, erratic. I mean I say that because his energy is a bit that way, so many cards came out when I was trying to pull for him. Not sure he is that way physically, but more so energetically. His energy isn't as settled. There could be this lack of self-identity.

I do see him falling to addictive tendencies to escape, not sure what that could be. I do also get a sense of someone vain, and superficial. It is like he is a shell of himself. A bit void of character to be honest. It is like he might need things or people to feed his soul. But I see him wanting to self-deflect and not think of himself. I see him not wanting to do work on himself. He kind of lacks character from what I am getting. I am not getting a semblance of identity here. I think I did see others pick up on this, so this doesn't really surprise me.

This one card came flying out. It states show self-respect. I am not sure if he wants others to respect him and his boundaries and that is important to him. Or he likes to appear as someone who can be respected. Having a sense of dignity and having a well refined character. I don't see him liking to show too much vulnerability and emotions as much. The person on this card looks very stoic and unbothered. That is the vibe he likes to give off.

As I mentioned, he comes off pretty stoic. I don't see him standing for anyone's bullshit and he just comes off pretty neutral about things. I don't see him wanting to get into drama or being involved in it. His vibe is very blase, unphased by life, people, things lol I feel I am getting what I expected here now. He is pretty straight forward and standard here.

I am seeing once again, there is addiction in his energy, to what no clue, but getting it twice for him. There is a sense he can't control himself. It is hard for him to let go of what that addiction is, it could be a substance of some sort. But yeah, he needs to cut the cord, but hasn't really done it. This might be the thing that keeps him numb and zombie like to be honest.

That could numb out any trauma or difficulty he has dealt with in the past. Rather than face it and heal it. Substances may be used to repress and numb it allegedly. There is one card from this deck I made an intention to come out that would clarify if he does use substances and it popped out, so that is enough clarification for me, believe what ya'll want, but going with that.

There is something about mountains that are important to him, or something his ancestors built in mountains, not sure what this means. He may visit this place from time to time. Maybe being around the mountains could bring him peace and closer to his ancestors.

I sense his body may have been used for sexual purposes allegedly. There seems to be a disconnect from who he is or his physical body. It is like he dissociates. I am not sure if he ever felt truly loved and protected as a child and growing up, so there could be trust issues with others. There is a struggle to forgive himself or love himself. I am not sure he knows how to love himself or others. I can see him having hard boundaries and not letting anyone in. He has built a protective shield around him from further getting hurt by others.

It seems like he tries to find joy in everyday life matters. Tries to grasp to what he enjoys or what benefits him or what he can do well and work towards that to build a better life for himself. I don't see him wanting to dwell on things a bit too much. In this one card, the message states, I am tuned to those I care about, but it was reversed. I think he blocks any emotions or empathy for others, as he may feel well, no one tended to me, so why tend to others and just blocks any connection or empathy he may possibly feel for others. It is kind of like he needs to tend to his needs and not take on others.

Alright, time to close out with Tarot. His energy is very Earthy. All Earth energy cards here. We start with 4 of Pentacles. He is very conserved, controlled, reserved. He keeps to himself, and he is all about himself and his career and his money. I doubt he opens up or shares anything with anyone. He stays within the confines of himself. And as I mentioned very hard boundaries that are hard to penetrate. This is due to the lack of trust built early on. Hard to be open and be vulnerable when you had no one to depend on early on.

He is all about being safe and secure and protecting that. He is an ambitious person and highly focused on his goals and pursuing it and building as much wealth as he can. He is someone who prefers to depend on himself. I am starting to understand him and see myself in him. If you been hurt by others and no one had your back, hard to trust and depend on others.

He seems to be loyal to his work and his craft. That is about it. To people hell no. Not sure he has any close friends. I do hope he does, since we all need a good friend, but he seems to trust no one and with how shady people are in this industry and about themselves. I don't blame him. He is a stubborn man, very hard to crack or break. I see him being pretty honest and direct about things or just straight forward about things, and to the point. He doesn't seem like the type to beat around the bush or keep people guessing. He says how it is, nothing more, nothing less.

Okay, this actually helped me understand more as to why he is the way he is and why he is so shut off and cold. It now makes sense. He seems a lot more relatable for me. I am glad I did this to see his side of things. Bad behavior or how someone acts doesn't excuse them, but I am always someone who wants to understand the why to the behavior regardless to understand someone more fully.

Although, his behavior doesn't seem bad to me, but it can be off putting to some, but there is always a why behind it. This was actually more interesting than I thought it would be, sorry for stating you were vanilla dude. Just going off what readers have put out about him made him seem that way, and to be fair he is that way, but there is complexity to why he is that way.

[helloarchivist]

every time you speak of shanks an angel gains back its wings. your latest post about shanks and how the fandom depicts him badly... like yes you get it.

I would like to think this side of the fandom, that yk contributes with fan work and shares a safe place, understands and loves one piece's themes and depth of the characters better than well, power scalers for example. Like I'm pretty sure everyone dislikes power scaling because it excludes the themes, plot and characters' personalities and thoughts, only making it about 'feats' and strength.

But ironically the same happens on this side of the fandom with characters' fanon archetypes. Watering down characters' personalities into a few 'main'' features and making them almost as shallow as power scalers do. And dear god does Shanks' 'incompetent' -archetype piss me off. When Shanks is exclusively portrayed as just an alcoholic, not taking anything seriously, bad at reading emotions and his crew is always exasperated with him. This depiction is just so frustrating because it doesn't feel like Shanks at all??? Like where do people get this interpretation of him??

1. Alcohol abuse. Do we ever even see Shanks drunk? Yes we see him drinking and partying (with Mihawk, Makino and Ace at least) but in these moments it seems like he's genuinely just having fun, he's celebrating Luffy. No one calls Zoro an alcoholic even though he is drinking Sake for breakfast, lunch and dinner. But bcs Shanks drinks beer when partying or IN A BAR and Sake in like that one scene with Becks he has alcohol problems. ok. cool.

2. Not taking anything seriously. Bruh. Again I feel like there's more moments where Shanks is serious than where he isn't. I don't even know what to say to this bcs the material speaks for itself.

3. Bad at reading emotions/just incompetent. Kinda going together with the previous point. I think this comes from that scene with Buggy where they were literally kids that just lost their whole family. How was Shanks supposed to know what to do there when Buggy didn't know either. Idk how people can blame Shanks in that situation, NEITHER ONE was at fault. To me he is one of the most competent characters in the whole show. He's an emperor of the sea yet not ruthless and evil like Kaido and Big Mom (or the WG). He handles situations maturely and ends more fights than starts them. Let's a lot of bullshit slide by the next generation like with Kidd and Bart. People seem to love him and be comfortable with him (that one lady hugging him sigh im jealous). Whitebeard pirates trusting him with Whitebeard and Ace's burial. etc.

4. His crew is always exasperated with him/He's a bad captain. Bro howwww HOW. Beck has like one line that's something like "Shanks is a lot" and to me that's just teasing. No one says that Luffy and Roger are bad captains even though they seem more chaotic than Shanks, but again it's an issue only when Shanks' crew teases him bruh!! He has a healthy relationship with his crew like Luffy cmon guys. But ig this headcanon only exists if you already think that Shanks is an alcoholic or something. Bcs I just can't understand it otherwise.

Okay this has gotten insanely long I'm so sorry LOL. I really needed to rant this out it seems... and I could've ranted even more. Ik he's just a fictional character and it's not that serious yada yada. Buuuuut I just wish we could see his character be explored more in the fandom!! I feel like this archetype is just misunderstanding his character so badly it genuinely hurts my brain. Anyways. Thank you for always blessing us with amazing Shanks headcanons. Genuinely like a breath of fresh air. SORRY THIS IS SO LONG SJKFHSK

Okay so first PLEEEEASE never apologize for sending me long impassioned messages I love hearing from people and I love talkin about Shanks (or anything anyone wants to talk about!) together!

I wanna go through this point by point so I don't miss anything so i'm gonna put this under the cut for ease of viewing but for your primary point I REALLY agree. I feel like a lot of people selectively ignore character nuance unless its about their faves, or easy to digest, and so especially people who have already kind of written Shanks off will just take the top 2 surface level traits we see of him--carefree and silly--and just throw everything else out with the bathwater.

Which like. To a degree I understand there are like 70 relevant and recurring characters outside the Strawhats and nobody is gonna put max brain power into all of them, but I feel like there's a difference between skimming a character and totally mischaracterizing them--and then dunking on or hating that character BASED on said mischaracterization. Weird work, to say the least. But okay, the rest under the cut --

You put the points by numbers so I will too just for the sake of organization.

Okay, so, Shanks' alcohol usage is implied in canon to be a dependency issue, but NOT in the way fandom tends to want to write him. We have actually seen Shanks drunk several times--the manga does a better job of depicting that clearly than the anime does but it's whatever--but generally when him being intoxicated is getting focus, it's to parallel Rayleigh, Rayleigh's drinking problem, and the implied reasons for said drinking problem. Shanks has spent the better part of 25 years pretty regularly intoxicated, but because it's implied that he knows things about the world, about the war that's coming, about what Roger saw and learned, perhaps about his own lineage, and the stress of that knowledge is driving him to drink. There is a major tonal difference between the times where he's shown drinking with his friends and having a party, and the times when he's shown actively drunk, but the parts of the fandom who have chosen him to shit all over for no reason tend to throw out both the context of him having fun with his friends AND the context of him drinking to deal with the stress of his position and just chalk it up to "dumb irresponsible alcoholic who is lazy and drinks constantly expecting to have his messes cleaned up for him" which is like soooooooooooooooooooooo endlessly infuriating lmfao.

This one gets under my skin all the time. Shanks puts on a silly goofy exterior and acts like he's too laid back to be bothered about things on purpose!!!! Either to make his friends and the people around him feel more comfortable, or to stop stupid disputes in bars from escalating to violence all the time. Shanks, in generally, is a really kind and laid back guy. He wants to have fun with his friends without them being uncomfortable around him due to his stature or status, and also doesn't want to have to end up fighting idiots left right and center. The fact that he's laid back most of the time is a SIGN of how seriously he takes his responsibilities, both as captain and as an emperor. Shanks will be like "I'm not gonna pick a fight with these people over a little spilled liquor lol" and people will really be like "look he's so stupid and lazy he won't even fight back" and i'm like. Y'all just drew the same conclusions as an 8 year old. Like surely y'all realize how sad that is right?? He's dedicated his entire adult life to being responsible for the world, it's fate, the new generation, and whatever job Roger left him saddled with, stopped a war, stopped Kaido and Big Mom from going on a rampage, tried his damndest to get Whitebeard to recall Ace before things went south, lost his ARM to make sure Luffy was safe and people will just like close their eyes and plug their ears about it. Sighs.

Shanks is both deeply observant and incredibly emotionally competent, and that's part of why he plays things so close to his chest!!! He purposefully makes his public persona a little flighty and vague because it's better for everyone if he's not honed directly in on everything. His internal monologue and thoughts are always apt, perceptive, thoughtful, and compassionate, but as always those things get swept under the rug bc applying nuance to this man makes it harder for people to write him off as a dumb drunk slut. :/ Also the people who put the blame on him for the miscommunication after Roger's death boggle my mind. Shanks and Buggy were 14 years old, had just watched their father figure be killed by marines after having spent a year watching his health deteriorate and their crew fall apart, and suddenly found themselves totally alone in a hostile world. They were children. Buggy was terrified because it seemed like the last tie he had to a stable life--his best friend--was giving up before his eyes, and Shanks was overwhelmed by loss and fear and the burden of whatever Roger left at his feet to accomplish. Of course they fucked up that interaction. Most adults wouldn't have probably handled that very well. Idk what people wanted out of them exactly but whatever lol.

This one is so crazy because if you look with your eyes for even one second at the Red Hair Pirates it's CLEAR that they all fucking adore him. Everyone is always looking at him with so much fondness, affection, and respect, they tease him about things sure but it's always playful and in good fun!!! Benn has a bit of resting serious man face and a dry sense of humor, but it's really clear when he's just teasing Shanks to get a rise out of him, and how much affection and mutual respect is there. And yet there's a really dedicated part of the fandom that constantly writes like his crew and everyone who has ever cared for him is just faking it ig?? And can hardly tolerate him?? Or think he's a bad captain? Like they could have made it that far if his crew didn't respect him lmfao. IDK how they all mesh how universally adored he is by his crew and subordinate crews in canon with their world view because it is not subtle at ALL.

Okay I think that covers all your points!!! tl;dr is I fully agree, I think people are really determined to dislike and misunderstand him for reasons that boggle my mind, and it's frustrating to see lmfao.

Thank you so much for your message and your kind words, I'm glad I can offer a little bit of a Shanks Sanctuary here!!

[ghostgirl101]

hey, i really like ur writing and idk if ur working on something rn but when you can and if you want to, could you possibly write some ben drowned x reader kissing headcanons? (only if u r comfortable w/ that ofc!) ur literally my favorite writer on this app nd i literally read everything u post lol so even if u don’t do this ty anyway and have a nice day/night and take care of urself!!🩷

Kissing BEN Drowned Would Be Like This:

A/N: Sure, I'm comfortable with that; this is kind of a whole affection headcanon thing, which I've only just realised now I'm reading it over 🙃 I'm glad you like my writing, hope you enjoy this one, take care of yourself too 😀 Also, should I start making a taglist for my creepypasta posts? If you're interested, let me know.

🎮• So. If you're expecting BEN to be an absolute gentleman who asks for your permission before giving you any form of affection, or is a bit bashful to initiate it...

🎮• Haha. Sorry.

🎮• I mean, he'd never push your boundaries or deliberately make you feel uncomfortable when you guys are being intimate somehow, but he's not gonna be shy about it. That's because it takes a bit of time for him to warm up to the idea of physically coming out of the screen and materializing himself enough for you to hug him and everything safely, without getting electrocuted or whatever.

🎮• Another factor is that after all he's been through, the idea of letting himself be that vulnerable around people is a bit of a daunting one, even if it's you, someone who he's learned to trust and get close to until it gets to this point.

🎮• So, well done to you, for earning the ultimate sign of trust from this maniac virus boy. Chances are that after you hint at wanting to be able to kiss him or something, he's gonna act all teasing and dismissive about it, but what you don't know is that the thought stays in his mind after you've finished up on the computer and gone to bed. He watches you silently from the camera on your open screen (that he's insisted you keep open for him to check in on you) and lets the idea of it grow into a nice, tempting one.

🎮• So get ready for yet another burst of an adrenaline rush as BEN gives you the scare of your life when he comes crawling out of the screen as you wake up in the morning, scattering your desk trinkets and stuff all over the place in the process. BEN has very pale blonde hair in his humanish form, almost white, and even paler skin, with empty black and red eyes, sometimes glitchy... you probably know already. BEN's eyes bleed lightly even when he's not upset, but seem to gush blood when he is. But even with the whole horrifying appearance, somehow, he manages to make himself look handsome. Don't tell him, though, or he'll tease you about it and probably won't ever forget it.

🎮• When you get over the initial shock of him literally just spawning into your room, he stays completely indifferent, if not a bit amused, because isn't this what you wanted? It's not like he bites. Unless you're into that sort of thing.

🎮• BEN is a bit apprehensive at first, because, let's be real, you're his first kiss. His life was twisted into an electronic form when he was really young, and so human touch is almost a completely foreign experience to him at this point, so he will start slow. He might flinch a couple of times, but dismisses it and tells you to go on, that he wants to get used to it. And he does.

🎮• When he does, that's when you've got his chaotic bursts of affection energy to deal with. He loves catching you off guard; you could be doing anything, working or hanging around or whatever, and then he's suddenly there behind you, and you get the tiniest of electric shocks as BEN grabs you effortlessly and refuses to let go for a solid five minutes while you fidget in his glitching but strong arms and glare at him.

🎮• The first thing you'll end up doing is hugging, because he likes the feel of being close in somebody's arms in a way he didn't think he could be before. You're warm and he's consistently cold, leading to you having to slap at his hands when he slides a hand down your back or something bratty just to make you squeal and shiver. They draw out into cuddle sessions, another thing he likes, and will ultimately go soft over. There have been many times when you've managed to fall asleep in BEN's arms, and that's one of the rare times where he'll let all his guard down and fiddle with your hair or play with your jewelry or just stare at you with a newfound feeling of protectiveness and fondness.

🎮• Now for the actual kissing part 🙃 I need to say that it really isn't a first "kiss." It's the first of many long makeout sessions, because BEN will drag it out as much as he can, and then stop abruptly when you least expect it, just to be a tease and wanting more. I see it happening when you're rambling about something or other, and he's out in the real world instead of in a screen, when you realize that your faces are inches apart, and he has a blank, frustrating unreadable look on his face.

🎮• And, before you can say anything, he'll take the plunge before he can think about it any more, leaning in and brushing his lips against yours, but waiting for you to accept it and move in too. It starts off surprisingly soft and sweet, until BEN starts getting addicted to the new, intimate sensation, and tries deepening it. Then it's less sweet and more intense, and (sorry for the cliche lol) electric. He tastes kind of appley, and his lips are cold and soft. BEN will carry on going, further and further, to the point of you ending up breathless and him pulling away with a stunned look on his face. That look morphs into his usual mischievous smirk after he recovers in a few moments, and he raises a brow in amusement at your wide eyes and swollen lips, probably with a snarky little "Not bad."

🎮• After you've done it once, you're gonna end up doing it a whole lot more. There are hardly ever any proper warnings apart from BEN gradually moving in closer and being more teasing and flirty, or on sadder days where painful memories of the past come creeping back to haunt him, a source of comfort and reminder that he's still here and has another reason to be alive and basically immortal. It's not just to drive people to insanity and infect their systems with disturbing things until they crack, or whatever other motives he has. Now, there's you, someone who he's decided he needs to look out for and be with in any possible way.

🎮• Like I said, kissing BEN Drowned usually ends in suggestive makeout sessions and the like, because that's just BEN all over. But they're one way he's discovered he can show he cares, and so he'll keep doing it if you want him to, without any hesitation. Realistically, the boy is beyond touch starved, and so that all pours into the affections he gives you. To anyone else, he's a twisted, demon-like boy who makes peoples' lives hell by getting into their heads through ways they can't control, but to you and you only, he'll let himself become more and more vulnerable, until you see that really, he still was and is Ben.

[xxnashiraxx]

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AHHHH TY EMMA!! 💕 Sorry it's taken me so long to get to these 💖

🌸- Ask a writer to provide some behind the scenes commentary on a fic of your choosing: I want to know how Ofelia came to be! How did you come up with her? How much of her is you???

I love talking about my girl, thank you sm :") I actually had an original Ofelia! She was my first Durge, and she was a storm sorceress and followed the canon! She was a lot more chaotic and insane, lol, but the real Ofelia came to be when I was listening to my music in the car! I wanted stuff from our world in the story, but I wasn't sure anyone would like it or if it was too far-fetched for people. But then I came across some fantastic isekai-ish fics (one major inspiration being @preciouslittlebhaalbae who has an amazing fic of their own that everyone should read!!) and I decided I would try! I knew it was gonna happen when I envisioned an electric guitar in Faeren, and so I sat down and, for the first time ever, actually wrote out a story outline which was very loose at the time, and has now developed completely. There's still some filler I need to kind of figure out, and I need to really sit down and actually construct a plan for how to get Astarion and Ofelia from their current "more than friends, less than lovers" status to the confession scene, but I have so much cute stuff planned that I just need to make it all fit like puzzle pieces! I really think you guys will like it! 💖 As for that electric guitar... 😏 Act 3 baybee. I think if the Gondian gnomes can make Steel Watchers, they can figure out an electric guitar with some kind of built-in speaker!!

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I have a few!! I am currently working on a GalexReader smut fic that I'm only just now building up the smut in, but I would love to finally get that done soon! @caffeinatedmunchkin has sown the seeds in my brain for months now and I'm finally letting them run wild. Sex pollen? Check. Denial of feelings? Check. Porn with little plot? Check again. I am pleased with what I have written so far, though! I haven't written a reader fic before, so I'm really psyched to give it a try!

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Edit to add on since I just thought this up after sending it...same anon who sent in the cream ferret's babies idea lol...just cream ferret, if someone tries to ask her how the y/ns are her babies...she is just like:

Cream ferret: I found all of em! I raised all of em! Every single one...and hey! I built robot y/n when I found their parts and directions! I did the ritual to summon the entity...[insert her explaining how she got/summoned/created the ones that aren't ones someone could just find on a doorstep] and ever since I gave them their first forehead kiss, they have been my babies!

Also if ya want funnies too:

Cookie: cream ferret, you can't just go around adopting every y/n as your child!

Cream ferret: you can't say that! I even knitted them little sweaters!!!

Version 2:

One of the y/ns: cream ferret, you can't just adopt every y/n you come across...

Cream ferret: but...I knitted/crocheted you this sweater...

One of the y/ns: ....really? Awww...I'm sorry...never-mind, I love you mom.

Cream ferret: I love you too and I understand why you said what you said but don't worry I have enough love...and yarn...for all of you and all your sweaters.

Mother of the Y/N cookies

Cream Ferret cookie is sitting in an interview to be asked questions since she magically claimed title of cookie with the most kids

Cookie: Good evening Cream Ferret cookie. So glad you could make it here tonight despite the probably very busy schedule.

Cream Ferret cookie: Oh don't worry about it. I made sure to tuck all my babies into bed before coming here. And made sure to leave the extra security measure on. They're all safe and sound.

Cookie: Right then. Let's start with the questions. What's it like having so many kids?

Cream Ferret cookie: Amazing! I love all my babies with all my heart and soul. I don't know what 'd do if any of them ever left me... *Mumbles* Which they can't in any case...

Cookie: What was that?

Cream Ferret cookie: Nothing! Next question.

Cookie: Alright then, do you have a favorite.

Cream Ferret cookie: Of course not! I love them all with every single fiber of my being. They're all so unique and talented and the best children a mother could ever wish for.

Meanwhile, all the Y/N cookies who were actually watching the interview on tv instead of being in bed: AWWWWWWW

Cookie: What's the worst thing any of them has ever done?

Cream Ferret cookie: Pfft- they don't do "Bad things". Only good ones. The worst it has ever been was when Entity Y/N ate a few cookies, or when Beast Y/N trapped all the beasts. But- BUT! In their defense they couldn't help it. They're still such sweethearts.

Cookie: What do you usually get up to with them?

Cream Ferret cookie: I could name LISTS! They all have different things they like doing and frankly I can't go into detail about ALL of them.

Cookie: How do you handle them?

Cream Ferret cookie: It's all about distractions! Give them something they'll find interest in and let go at it for a while. For the chaotic bunch, I just let them attack the not sentient cookie dummy in the garage. They've never managed to actually break it. The softer one's who are quiet have books to read. The kids usually play in the backyard and then the one's who fall in between usually just try helping around the house.

Cookie: What if we told you we could get a babysitter for you to help with all of them?

Cream Ferret cookie: Unnecessary. I can handle them all on my own.

Cookie: A-are you sure. There's plenty of babysitters who could take them in and-

Cream Ferret cookie: DON'T TAKE MY BABIES FROM ME!

Cream Ferret cookie: Anyways, as I said, I manage all of them just fine on my own. Don't worry.

Cookie: O...kay.... I think that's all the questions.

Cream Ferret cookie: Good. Can I leave now?

Cookie: I- I guess so. Thank you for your time.

Cream Ferret cookie: Of course.

They then look directly at the screen.

Cream Ferret cookie: As for you kids, I'll be there in 2 minutes so you BETTER actually be in bed. Love ya!

The interview ends and all the Y/Ns practically bolt right back into the room