#apologies for the chaotic scribbles

[nephsnek]

most normal day in blackwatch science dept

[amhrosina]

It's Always Been You

Summary: You and Miguel are forced to confront your feelings for one another after a dangerous mission goes awry.

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara (Spider-Man 2099) x fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

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a/n: i cannot stop thinking about this man ohmygod anyways im overwhelmed by the love being shown for my other miguel fic and cant wait to add more to this community!!! thank you!!! (should i do a part two with smut? like friends to lovers first time?? lemme know <;3)

warnings: friends to lovers, arguing, some angst, love confessions!!!!!, reader calls miguel a name, idiots in love tbh, references to a dangerous situation (but no details i kept it super vague lol), starts to get a little suggestive at the end but is like 99% fluff

Miguel was ignoring you. Not in the usual, self-brooding, grumpy way he sometimes did when he was having a bad day, but in the way that told you he was furious with you. Anger had been radiating off of him in waves since your chaotic return to Nueva York a few hours earlier, and you, along with every other Spider-person at headquarters, was avoiding his workspace like the plague. It wasn’t like you hadn’t tried to console him, but you knew, probably better than anyone, that when Miguel wanted to brood, he would. You would try again later, and eventually you’d make him laugh, and the world would right itself again. It always did.

Spider-Woman huffed, plopping into the seat next to yours in the cafeteria, slamming her tray down hard enough to knock your tablet on its side. Clearly, she was upset about something. 

“Is everyone pissed off today?” You asked indignantly.

She glared at you, shoving a bite of sandwich in her mouth before answering.

“Miguel’s being pissy.” She glared at you. “And it’s your fault.”

“I can’t imagine why. We got the guy, didn’t we?” 

“We both know what you did was reckless.” Her glare intensified, and your annoyance shifted to guilt. It was a reckless move, but it worked. 

“He was being torn to shreds. I did what any of us would’ve done. If he has a problem, he can come talk to me about it instead of hiding from all of us like a teenager.”

Her gaze softened. “He has a lot on his plate.”

“So?” You combatted, annoyed all over again.

“So, I think maybe what happened today scared him, and he doesn’t know how to process his feelings about it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You shrugged, refusing to meet her gaze.

“You’re his best friend, and he almost lost you today. Go talk to him.” She suggested, patting your shoulder. “I think it’ll do everyone some good. And I do mean everyone. He’s scary when he’s mad.”

You shrugged her off, finishing your dinner in silence. If Miguel was so pissed, why couldn’t he come talk to you about it? Why, after years of knowing each other, were you still the one approaching him with an apology? Why couldn’t he just say what he meant for once?

But of course, after you finished your dinner and realized, hopelessly, that the only person you wanted to see was, in fact, Miguel, you huffed and began the trek to his office, where you knew he’d still be brooding.

The tension in the building had lessened after many of the spider-people had returned to their own universes, glad to get away from the uncomfortable elephant in the room, but that didn’t stop your stomach from clenching when you rounded the corner into Miguel’s dim, untidy workspace.

He was hunched over his desk, scribbling something down on a piece of paper. From your position, you had a clear view of the damage that had been done to his back earlier that day. You winced, thinking back to the few seconds of absolute terror you’d experienced when you’d seen the anomaly tearing into Miguel’s skin. The claw marks had already healed a little, now just raw, nasty looking scratches down the curve of his spine. 

He turned at the sound of your footsteps, though he had likely heard you coming since you stepped foot out of the cafeteria. Anger flickered in his cold gaze, but he was still here, decidedly not hiding from you, which was a good sign. You stepped into the workspace, setting the extra food you’d bought for him down before fully turning to face him.

“Hey.” You murmured. “Brought you some dinner.”

His gaze flicked from your awkward stance to the box of food on the table. “Thanks.”

Short. Blunt. To the point. You sighed.

“You’re still mad, then?” You asked, crossing your arms.

“Are you saying I shouldn’t be mad at the stunt you pulled today?” He glared, standing to his full height and towering over you.

“I’m saying you shouldn’t be mad at me for saving your life, asshole.” You looked up at him, refusing to back down.

“I had it under control. It was my anomaly to handle.” His nostrils flared with anger. 

You threw your hands up indignantly. “It was our anomaly to handle, and I handled it just fine! In case you don’t remember, I was good enough at handling myself to be recruited by you for this stupid team!”

“What you did was incredibly stupid. The anomaly could have killed you. Don’t you get that?”

“The anomaly was killing you. I did what I thought was best-”

“Exactly. You did what you thought was best and didn’t think once about the team. You risked an entire universe to show off!” He cut you off, slamming his hands on the desk on either side of you, effectively cornering you.

Your voices had risen considerably since your initial arrival, and you were now inches apart, screaming at each other.

“To show off?” You pushed at his enormous chest, vision blurred with a mixture of tears and anger. “I risked an entire universe to protect you, you asshole! Everything I do is to protect you.”

He grabbed your wrists, easily stopping your arms from pushing him again. 

“You could have died.” He grunted, squeezing your wrists.

“Why do you even care, Miguel? The anomaly was taken care of, just like it always is. We’ll go take care of another one tomorrow, just like we always do.”

“Because I love you, obviously!” He yelled, releasing his grip on you and taking a full step backwards. Stunned into silence, neither of you said anything for a full ten seconds. He began pacing in front of you, hands on his hips, breathing heavily as the magnitude of what he’d just revealed fully hit him. He paused when he heard you sniffle, and began speaking.

“I love you. Can’t you see that?” He asked, stepping close to you. Tears welled in your eyes, and you couldn’t bear to look up at him for fear that it might be a dream, or worse, a cruel trick of his. “I care because I love you, and I almost lost you. I-” he swallowed thickly, “I almost lost it when I realized what you were doing. And when we couldn’t find you after? That was the worst thirty seconds of my life.” He shook his head, clearing the thoughts from his mind. “I can’t lose you. Do you understand that? You’re mine. I can’t lose you, baby.”

You finally lifted your chin, meeting his gaze. He tentatively cradled your cheeks, wiping away the stray tears that had snuck down your face during his speech. 

“I love you, too.” You murmured, nuzzling into his palm. “But you can’t expect me to just watch while you’re being torn to shreds. I had to do something.”

He nodded, though it clearly pained him to agree with you about it. “I know. And I know you can handle yourself. I’m sorry for getting so angry, but you have to understand that your safety is the most important thing to me when we go chasing after anomalies. And I know that it should be saving the universes that we’re in, but it’s not. It’s you, and it’s always been you. Don’t ask me to change that. It will always be you.”

You blinked up at him in stunned silence, nodding. You couldn’t remember when your feelings for Miguel had shifted to something beyond friendly, but you’d never before allowed yourself the fantasy of him loving you in return. It was something you’d come to terms with months ago, accepting that you’d never get to hold him the way he deserved to be held. But now he was standing with you, holding you, begging you to understand that all of his anger has been out of pure, unselfish love for you. 

“I won’t ask you to change that.” You conceded, a small grin forming on your face, “As long as you promise to at least try to stay out of harm’s way.”

“I promise, but you know harm seems to seek me out no matter what.” His grin mirrored the one on your face. He shifted his head down, stopping only centimeters away from your lips. “If I asked you to kiss me right now, would you?”

“That depends.” You breathed, heart thundering in your chest. “Are you going to be this dramatic every time I save your ass, O’Hara?”

He chuckled, cradling your head in his massive hands. “Maybe. Yes. Definitely.”

You shrugged, nodding. “Okay.”

“Okay?” He asked, eyes flicking between your gaze and your lips.

“Okay.” You bobbed your head once and then leaned in.

He captured your lips in an earth-shattering kiss, exploring every inch of what you offered to him eagerly. His hands roamed the length of your body, pulling you fully against his heated skin. You melted into him, pliable to his every whim and desire, going exactly where he wanted you to go, doing exactly what he wanted you to do. Heat coiled in your entire body, poised to erupt at the slightest touch he offered. You reached forward, tugging at the material around his waist. If he wasn’t inside of you soon, you thought you might explode. His hands wandered below your waistband, too, eager to please.

A loud clunking sound from around the corner had you springing apart, panting, overheated, and completely high off one another’s touch. It wasn’t that you were embarrassed to be seen kissing Miguel. In fact, you were planning on kissing him at every moment possible, if he’d let you. It was the fact that you’d very nearly allowed him to strip you naked and have his way with you in his very public office. He seemed to be thinking the same thing, coming to his senses and adjusting the uncomfortable looking bulge in his pants as the sound of footsteps grew nearer.

“Miguel, you’re going to be in an even worse mood if you don’t just go talk to her. I mean, really, you’re both acting like idiots and clearly love each oth- oh!”

Spider-Woman came into view, waving her hands frantically and then doing her very best to hide the smile growing on her face. You shifted your feet awkwardly, trying your best to look like you hadn’t had Miguel’s tongue shoved down your throat ten seconds earlier. Miguel, as stoic and unperturbed as ever, had simply bent down and returned to scribbling on the paper from earlier, which made you involuntarily scowl. He always looked so cool. It was annoying.

“Am I…interrupting something?” Spider-Woman asked, smirking. Clearly, you weren’t doing a great job hiding anything from her. 

“What was that you were saying when you came in? Something about my mood?” Miguel asked, lifting his gaze to hers.

“Oh, nothing!” She grinned, turning on her heels and leaving the room as fast as she had entered it.

Miguel looked at you, suddenly shy now that you were alone together again. “Wanna bet how long it’ll be before she spills the beans to someone about us?”

You barked a laugh. “I’ll give you my entire paycheck if she hasn’t announced it to someone already.” 

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[sinning-23]

Can we have a first kiss scenario with bertholdt and whoever else you want, thanks

OF COURSEEE! HERES PT 2 of the my first kiss headcannons!

Ps. Sorry this took so long I had to rewrite a part after it got deleted and it made my UPSETTI

Bertholdt

Your first kiss was in secret. You had been dating the tall and quiet brunette for a while and after dinner in the dinning hall you two had decided to walk for a bit together. He was a hel of a whole lot taller than you so when you did finally kiss he was bent down to meet your lips. He’s quick to have a grip around the back of your neck as the kiss manages to deepen. Times like these the height difference is a nuisance, so he doesn’t hesitate to pull you up a bit more while you stand on your tiptoes.

His face is beet red and you can’t help but laugh.

“Did you want to walk jsut so you could kiss me away from everyone?” You ask, your hand overlapping his, which was still on your neck.

His blush darkens. Guilty

"I-I just dont like the idea of everyone see us do that. I get teased you know." He admits as you chuckle, pressing another kiss to his lips and soon his cheek, and finally all over his face.

Levi

It was an accident. You had only done it out of reflex. Everyone deserved forehead kisses before a good night rest. Thats just like- science (Hanji strongly disagrees that it’s science)

Anyway, yo u had been up finishing paperwork with one another and he had slipped into a nap, his head was rested against his hand and he would sometimes fall forward, startling himself awake. This time however, he hadn’t dropped his head at all, and his breathing had become far deeper.

A smile falls over your lips and you stupidly pressed your lips to the captains temple.

He shoots awake, glaring at you as if you were spontaneously combusting.

“Did you just kiss my forehead l/n?

You are free, trying to find a way to explain yourself without coming across as a complete and utter fool.

"I-I...Captain, I apologize. It was out of habit." You gulp, seeing him furrow his brows a bit before resting his head completely don't he desk.

"Uh-huh. Dismissed l/n."

Erwin

It wasn’t common knowledge that Erwin was a married man, but even though you were somewhat secret, you relished in being his lifelong partner. You first kiss was actually at the wedding.

It was the tiniest ceremony, only some of Erwin’s closest colleagues and friends. He said a few words, the whole scene feeling as if you two eloped more than got married.

PDA wasnt particualart something Erwin favored and given both of your current positions it was wise to keep your relationship hidden, especially when Erwin had plant y targets on his back. The last thing he wanted was for harmt o come to you.

On the day of your 'ceremony' You decided that you should at least be out of uniform and dressed nicely with one of your favorite shirts and pants. Ernwin had done the same and here you were standing in front of one another.

He doesnr speak whwn he slips teh ring onto your finger, he only lingers there, his eyes fxated on the band now secure on your body. Like some form of ownership. it was odd but somewhat comforting? It would have relieved him far more if he had know you'd felt the same that day. whe you slipped the metal loop onto his had in return.

"I suppose this makes me your wife now." You hum, hand creeping up to child his face. He's exhausted, but so are you. Taking a chance eon love in this world was a risk but one he was open to talking with you.

"I suppose so." He responds, his lips pressing to yours in a sweet, and sealing kiss.

Hanji

Hanji was chaotic to say the least, but that was all the more reason to love them. On this particularly hot summer evening, There was much work to be done while they filed the reports from their experiments. You on the other hand simply sat pretty atop the center while they paced back and forth between stored specimens and paper to scribble on.

You'd quite fond of them, sticking around at hours of the night to listen to ramblings about titans and new discoveries. Of course, you hadn't told them that seeing as you were supposed to remain professional and a crush on your superior was far from that. Anyway, Hanji had asked is you seen this super important vial they needed and lo and behold it was behind you.

So, like any sensible person would, you grabbed it and handed it to them with a soft smile.

“AH! I could just kiss you!” Hanji cheers, holding your face before pressing the silliest, most comical kiss to your forehead before strutting out the lab to complete whatever new task was at the forefront of their mind.

Miche

It wasn’t your first kiss…but your last. Apparently there had been a breach in the wall and now you were tasked with evacuating near by villages. Miche, was talked with the obvious titan issue and your stomach dropped to the soles of your feet. You didn’t doubt your husband’s capabilities, no. He was highly skilled, but your intuition was harder ever wrong…and something bad was bound to happen if you two split up right now. Your panicking, hands shaking in the handles of your swords, the situations options limited.

You fight the oncoming panic and move to the roof he was currently standing on. He turns to face you, the look nothing short of confused and slight anger.

“You need to go. Now.” He speaks, more of an order than anything excised god knows if he’s show you jsut how wallet your panicked state effected him, he’s follow you in a heartbeat.

“I won’t say everything will be okay-“

“When you come back everything will be okay.” You explain, voice shaking. It breaks his heart

You can feel your eyes burn, tough he was skilled, you felt as if there was no fighting the feeling of impending doom.

You press your lips to his, your faces melting together like two puzzle pieces. How facial hair is scratching your face but you would have it any other way.

His face is tinted afterwards, and his lips purse as if he wished to say something. It was easy to see what it was so you said it instead.

Love is such a funny and cruel thing in this life

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Had some extra time, wrote the next chapter haha. Ken is a golden retriever lover boy ✨

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“It's simple. Go through the ‘tunnel of dreams’. It will take you to where she had gone last.”, Weird Barbie stopped as she dug through her trunk of gizmos and gadgets.

“Then?”, he asked sure that was only the first step.

“Then you improvise.”, she spoke as she brought him a few elements that looked like they were put together by herself.

She strapped a watch around his hand, it’s dial displaying a meter that was scribbled in with sketch pens.

“The Doomsday meter. It will help you with knowing how much time you have left since time behaves differently out there.”, she rushed around him as she spoke out instructions and what to look out for but he couldn’t help but wonder how any of this was going to pan out.

He worried for your safety. He was overthinking, cooking up the most terrifying scenarios of what you could have been facing.

What if you were put in jail like he was?

Or roamed the streets without a home?

This was new. He had never worried about Stereotypical Barbie before, but when he thought of you. His hands yearned to hold you close.

Possibly this was because of the level of respect he had for you and your friendship. He can’t be falling in love again so soon. Can he?

He never felt this stressed and calm at the same time when he was in love before. It was thrilling, exhausting and chaotic.

He brought his attention back to the problem at hand. He had to bring you home. Barbie land was on the verge of collapse.

Weird Barbie ran back to him with a shiny little trinket in her hand. A chain with a small crystal heart pendant. It looked ancient and different. It wasn’t a part of this world.

“Thank Mattel, I found this. They discontinued it long ago but it was around the same time Diamond Castle was released. This is a variant of that necklace.”, she held it as though it was sacred.

“What’s so special about it?”, he asked inspecting it closer.

“This is as close as you can get to a magical compass.”, she raised her eyebrows to then carefully place it in the middle of his palm.

“How well do you know her?”, she asked him with her fingers crossed.

“Well enough.”, he mumbled.

He knew you but he couldn’t remember any of it. He had known you in fragments but now it was replaced with an overwhelming need to just see you again. To want to tell you that he missed you.

“Perfect.”, she jumped, her eyes now borderline crazy with hope.

“Now close your fingers and think of one remarkable attribute she possessed that could never change with time or place.”, she rubbed her hands together, her eyes now focused on the trinket hidden in his hand.

He closed his fingers and thought of the one thing he knew best that could never ever change. The one thing that reminded him he was loved and cared for. The one thing that possessed the entirety of your love he didn’t have a chance to value.

So he thought about it. So much so that he could feel his body crave it. It struck him then, that all he wanted now was a second chance. To do things right. To apologize to you and have you back.

To have you back as his … friend?

Yes.

No.

Maybe there was more to this.

But his palm began to grow warm and from within the cracks of his fingers golden light shined through.

Weird Barbie gasped and then clasped her hands over her mouth, “You did it.”, she mumbled in awe.

Relief washed over him, and so did hope, because now he was one step closer.

“Every time it senses her presence, it will glow. The stronger it does, the closer she is.”, she imparted another rule before she looked up at him with curiosity.

“What exactly did you think of?”, she asked.

“She makes the best sea salt caramel cookies.”, he couldn’t help but smile.

“Interesting.”, she clicked her tongue before she moved away.

What it was that she had observed from his demeanor, he wasn’t sure.

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He woke up to the sound of his alarm. His heartbeat a bit faster than usual as he had the worst dream, one of those nightmares again. Where Barbie land is destroyed and everyone thinks he was the cause of it, again.

He got up, to place his head in his hands to take a few deep breaths. It had been longer than he had expected, he was certain to return in a weeks time but New York was an ocean with small delis to fancy restaurants that it was nearly impossible to go to every single one. To track you down with the little he knew. It was as good as fantasy. He would dine alone, with that rock in his hand that never actually glowed the moment he set foot here.

It was beginning to drive him insane. One, to be nowhere near finding you. Two, to see everyone be hurt by the very ideal he had long ago be enthralled. It was everywhere and it stunned him how a large part of the population was actually ok with this. So the job he had now felt much more inspiring.

If this was how Barbie felt, then he wouldn’t stop doing what he did too. He knew a little bit about the job process and what he needed from his last visit. He was passing by a school during recess and was entranced by the sound of their laughs. He had never been a kid before, he had always existed like this. But it touched him, that his existence was never for Barbie’s sake but for them, for their joy and as he shuffled his feet, he heard the sound of paper crackle beneath his feet.

It was a opening for someone who would be willing to help out in the library and also in doing a story reading session a few times during school hours for the kindergarten students.

He was sure he would be a great fit, plus he needed money.

And now as he fixed his tie in place and slicked back his hair that was a lot less paler than what it had been in Barbie land. No matter the worry, he always had a spring in his step. His eyes flit to the doomsday meter, the needle hovered over the green area when he first arrived, now it was crossing over into the orange section.

He downed his glass of orange juice, the tart flavor waking him up, reminding him that today could be the day. It was the day when the school held its parent-teacher meeting for this semester and given the need to maintain an image to get sponsors, a new caterer was set to be hosting the event. So he felt like he had an even more important reason to go.

He took the train along with the morning rush as he held his bag to his chest remembering the one time he was naïve enough to give away his wallet to a thief disguised as a homeless man, he had been homeless once too. As he walked down the street, he made sure he didn’t walk near the edge because on a rainy morning, a car drove past him to drench him in roadside puddle water, causing his shoes that he meticulously polished to lose their shine and also ruined the way he had set his hair.

He was fiercely afraid of rats, so this city had it out for him. Unlike Los Angeles, it snowed here, the people were ruthless and often times he felt like the sun in the darkness of space. No one could light up his world, atleast not like you did.

But as he approached his the entrance, he had a feeling envelope him. It was the sound of his students greeting him, but it was more than that, almost as if his soul could reach out to its other half. He wore the crystal around his neck, afraid that he was going to lose it but now it felt warm.

He grew conscious of its meaning, that his hand snapped to his chest, scared that everyone could see it’s glow but as he looked around, the children couldn’t see it. Only he could, it’s light grew brighter as it spread a zing of warmth through his skin but his eyes moved away from the happy faces to a woman who was observing him.

Her eyes wide as realization dawned on her face but it was in that moment Ken knew that the world could freeze. That even here, magic still had some effect, because even before the pendant could tell him, he knew.

He knew he would find his way to you.

He knew that as he spent everyday over the past few years trying to find you and the more clearer he began to understand his emotions. He had come to understand that all this while, what he had thought was just a friendship was actually a foundation for something more deeper. For something he had wished for his whole life.

He was in love again. And so as he called for you, hoping this wasn’t a dream, the name that was special to him as he whispered it in his sleep.

He could tell anything you had felt for him long ago was not present anymore because in your gaze he saw a mix of shock and pain. You began to turn away from him and he didn't want to waste another second but in the heat of the moment, he watched as you fainted and all he did was drop his bags to run to you.

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[1moremilgram-enjoyer]

Alright, question. Does anyone know what these graphs that show up throughout Double are? They're driving me insane because the only thing I can think of them being is brainwaves, which has Implications (aka Trikoto coping). It doesn't look perfectly like it, but I think it's the best match.

Like, here's the thing. First, they look like functions, except both sides of the "y" axis are positive??? Which makes no sense, obviously. That makes it hard to figure out what they're supposed to be, since I don't know any graphs which are Like That. My only guess is that it means the value displayed is always positive or doesn't matter, meaning the plus signs are there only to indicate it's a graph, but it's not fantastic. Again, if someone has better ideas, let me know (and it's probably a good idea to check the notes of this post in case I'm being stupid btw).

But let's look. There's two distinct type of "functions" which appear; sine-like functions (wavy) and "spiky" functions. Here's the issue with that. Sine functions appear fucking everywhere in nature, so it's not like that really helps narrow down what we're dealing with here. And spiky functions like that just- they're nowhere to be found. I literally did a reverse image search on a Paint reconstruction to see if anything in the internet looked like that, but I was only finding electrical systems (icons, not graphs) and stuff that Does Not Look Related. So what are they?

Again, I'm not sure, but take a look at one of the contexts in which they appear.

(I apologize for the youtube scroll bar there, I can't be bothered to get these screenshots without going frame by frame)

On the left, Mikoto is sleeping with a sine wave next to him. On the right, John is awake with a spiky graph. The imagery of sleeping and dreaming is very prevalent in Double, as a lot of times (including the scene I'm referencing right now) switches between Mikoto and John are indicated by "Oyasumi" ('good night') for Mikoto and "Ohayo" ('good morning') for John (mostly, depends on exact theories). Not to mention all the times the word "dream" shows up, etc. Just look at the MV, it's filled with this type of imagery.

Which is what got me thinking these graphs could be approxiamates of brainwave graphs.

Notice how Gamma and Beta waves, associated with wakefulness, are pretty spiky. Not as sharp as whatever the fuck John's got going on, but pretty spiky nonetheless. Meanwhile, Theta waves, which some sources claim is associated to light sleep, looks vaguely like a sine function if you look at it with one eye closed.

Honestly, while the comparison is not perfect by any means, the fact it relates to so many of Double's themes like sleep and exploration of the mind makes me think this is the most likely thing. I reiterate, I am not completely confident on this, if you have better ideas let me know.

And this interpretation does work with most of it's appearances without much issue. We've already seen the "John is awake" thing:

(Note: For this post I am only taking into account things between the plus signs. Other scribbles can be interpreted as just that, scribbles to indicate a chaotic mental state, and will thus be disregarded)

It shows up alongside (presumably) John again in the "that'd be good" image flash.

And there's also this? Which I'm not sure qualifies. The plus signs are over the entire scene, while the spiky function is only on part of the scene.

Which makes me think it wouldn't quite count, but I can't be sure.

But you may have noticed I'm sort of ignoring the elephant in the room. Look at the graphs which appear alongside Mikoto:

There's usually two overlapping functions (if you ignore another two-function graph appearing at the very end of the "Mikoto is sleeping" scene). Which I imagine doesn't quite make sense even with DID (I mean, by definition a function cannot have two f(x) values assigned to the same 'x' value), but this is a symbolic function, it doesn't have to literally work. And if they are brainwaves, they would likely represent... co-fronting, presumably? Which sorta doesn't work unless Trikoto is real, as we never hear of John co-fronting ever. Doesn't help that the final image flash, as you can see, a few frames later gives a third function in a separate graph, so 2 + 1 imagery.

And it actually works pretty well. The first scene where this happens has two sine functions, one of which has higher frequency at the start, but slowly loses frequency until it fully overlaps. And in that moment, Mikoto wakes up and there's a switch to John. The deeper the sleep, the lower the frequency (<- massive oversimplification). So, Mikoto, who is already asleep at the start, probably has that sine function which doesn't change, and a second alter goes to sleep, going dormant.

Which fits, because later, when Mikoto is awake and panting, one of the functions is spiky (awake) while the other is sine-y (asleep). So there's a dormant alter here. But we then see a graph for presumably the alter right after, which is spiky and awake. Thus, the alter that's dormant is neither Mikoto nor the alter on the ceiling, therefore Trikoto.

That covers all the times these graphs appear in the MV (I checked. I have issues). So, again, not certain of any conclusions, but brainwaves is sorta the best I can come up with at the moment. Anyways, thanks for reading and take care!

[undershyperfixate]

I swear to the moon I can draw

I just like making trendy board, I have another account for my drawings anyway so I can post that here

( to be cringe is to be free)

Here we go, this is a complete mix of both canon things and head canons. I'm in a merch school, (AMA in France) and characters trendy boards are all about encapsulating the vibe of the person and translating it by pictures and colors, also by making our own interpretation of what the character might do/like or look like. :)

As you can see, I've added multiple pictures that reassembled his features ( red eyes, blond curly bleached hair, eyebags and even painted black nails that appears in some official arts!)

But I've also added pictures of bruises because he canonly risks his life a lot, does dangerous activities and even says that ben bandages his plenty of wounds.

I've also added a skateboard pic because one of his sticker ( made by red) is him on a skateboard:)

Also I've put pictures of energy drinks ( which is a pure headcanon) because I very much see him drink that to boost his energy. Even tho as an hyperactive person myself I know damn well that energizer can create a lot of stress.

I've added plenty of pictures of sneakers because I think he would definitely wear them with a badly drawn smiley on it.

Also I added pictures of friends groups because in the webtoon they're always together, and he clearly seems to be a very social person who likes to hang out a lot with them ( ex: the park, the movie night).

And finally, the word I've put, he's a very excentric and energetic character, I view him as someone who would scribble words in a chaotic and unorganized ( illogical) way.

"hahahahaha" His iconic laugh, "bleach!!" It sounds cool to write, no explanation it's just a fun word, "sbg" the friend group name, "!!!!!!" It's fun.

Oh and I added a song! Don't threaten me with a good time by panic at the disco. The song is fun and excentric, I thought it fitted his vibe :)

That's all! Thanks for reading if you did and I apologize for ranting, I love writing.

[regalxpoise]

starter for @crowncost, @steelfyre, @heavnle + others (0/2)

She had made up her mind to be more present during the grand ball. Sure, the hall was still full and chaotic in its own way, but at least everyone in attendance was there with a similar purpose. It lacked the expanse and unpredictability of the Tyrell’s gardens, and that Aelora could appreciate. One Grand Ball was not so different from another.

She squinted at her dance card, initially unsure how she would find the names already scribbled in amongst the sea of dancing and feasting people. Moving closer to the ballroom floor, Aelora squeezed herself between other individuals that lingered, muttering apologies as she went. “Surely they can’t know if we miss someone on our dance cards?” Aelora wondered aloud.

[starlight-struggles]

ahh thanks for the reply to my previous ask! if you don’t mind, may i pls request tanjiro and muichiro attempting to tickle tengen and rengoku?

feel free to make this as chaotic as you wish😁

You're welcome, and of course I don't mind! (Apologies for taking so long to get this out) I wasn't sure which idea to go for since i had a few options in mind. However, I've now decided and I can definitely write that for you, so please, enjoy ✨️

Writers note: before we start, I know it isn't Halloween right now - it's just the idea I came up with. Also, I believe demon slayer was set around 1912 so thats why the date says that :)

Switches: Tanjiro Kamado, Tengen Uzui, Rengoku Kyojuro

Ler: Muichiro Tokito

'Hey Tokito-san? Did you know today was Halloween?'

Halloween.. ah yes, october 31, 1912. It happens every year, once a year though. Kinda like birthdays and other events. It's sad really, isn't it? They wished it would last longer.. the parties, the pumpkins, the costumes, the joy and happiness spread among everyone on that fateful, yet fun night.. oh, and let's not forget the free candy that parents give out to kids as they excitedly knock on their door. Ah yes.. now where were we? That's right.. two young men were currently sneaking around the butterfly mansion. Why? Well...

The surrounding area was illuminated by pumpkins and small candles. No-one else was around except for Uzui and Rengoku. They seemed to be having a somewhat serious conversation. Now now, since no-one was allowed to go on missions that night you may be wondering where the other hashira were. Well.. every year on Hallowen they throw a small party at the butterfly mansion. It was more of a traditional thing now and every hashira was on board with it, even Sanemi and Giyuu. Of course, Tanjiro and the others had been invited, but they decided not to go because they didn't want to intrude. Muichiro, however, had just completely forgotten as he did most years when something like this would happen. It didn't really bother him, though, and at least he got to hang out with Tanjiro, so it wasn't all bad.

They had heard that tonight was also the night where the hashira would have a so-called "prank war" with each other, and according to Gyomei, it could get really chaotic sometimes. After a few minutes of walking around, they noticed the two older men and decided to watch them in amusement. They couldn't really make out what the others were talking about, but they knew something was up. They were definitely planning something, but what?

A few more minutes passed before Tanjiro said, 'You should go now Tokito-san' 'alright,' he'd reply, making his way over to Uzui and Rengoku. Originally, their target was going to be Giyuu. However, it seems that they had changed their minds..

While Muichiro was busy distracting the others, it gave Tanjiro a chance to sneak up on them.. or so he thought..

'Young Kamado! What brings you here?' Shoot.. Rengoku had noticed him, and now that Uzui also realised he was here.. Well, it's too late now- might as well just do it, right? Yeah..

Tanjiro lunged at Rengoku, successfully taking down his mentor as his fingers dug into his hips, making the other squirm a bit as he tried to firmly, yet gently, push the younger boy away in an attempt to free himself.

'Now young Kamado.. I don't think this is a good idea..' Rengoku said, looking down at Tanjiro.

'Why not, too ticklish?' He replied somewhat cocky as his nimble fingers lightly skittered up and down his sides in an attempt to make the other break.

'I-It's not that, it's just-' his sentence was cut short when a shriek erupted from Tanjiro. He quickly rolled off of Rengoku and onto the floor as he brought his hands to his sides, trying to protect himself against the fingers that were now scribbling against his lower ribs and sides.

'M-Mr Uzui! Wahahahait!' He squeaked when Uzui dug into his ribs, making sure to get in between the bones of each one, which made Tanjiro squeal loudly. Uzui would just smirk as he looked at him.

'What's up Tanjiro? Is there something wrong?'

'Wahahahait- plehehehehehese! Don't!'

'Don't what..?'

He's tricking you.. it's a trick, it's a trick Tanjiro- don't fall for this again-

'T-Tihihihckle me?'

Dammit.. to fall for this..? That childish tease? He wasn't a little kid anymore, yet he fell for it every single time.. It was quite a common fact really and almost everyone knows that Tanjiro can not stand teasing- so they'd use it to their advantage when tickling him.

'Why, of course, Young Kamado! What did you think we were going to do?' Rengoku chimed in, using his left hand to gently squeeze the younger boy's side while chuckling.

Muichiro, however, was not having it.. he pounced onto Uzui, sending both of them, tumbling to the floor in a mess.. surprisingly, for a 14 year old, Muichiro was pretty strong and managed to pin Uzui down as he started tickling him relentlessly while dodging Uzui's attempts to stop him.

By the end of the night, they were all tired out..

Tanjiro was curled up into a ball asleep next to Rengoku while he was also asleep, Uzui's was all tired out as Muichiro slowly rolled off him, the only thing keeping him in place was Uzui's hand gripping the back of shirt.. At least that's how the other hashiras found them, having no idea what took place moments before..

(Sorry if this is not to your liking or is too short, I'm quite new to writing still)

[hellfirexhoe]

Death of Me - Chapter 3: There’s A Girl

Chapter 3 | Series Masterlist

2.3k words

Warnings: 18+ content, minors are not welcome. Pregnancy, hurt/comfort, Eddie being an idiot

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Your mother, concerned you were isolating yourself, had taken it upon herself to take you to an early pregnancy class for young mothers. Lucky for you, it was the first session today so you could meet everyone instead of being able to skulk around at the back.

“It’s like a fucking AA meeting in there!” You hiss at your mother from the door,

“How would you know?” She ushers you into the room, taking a seat in the circle beside you.

It’s excruciating. You’re the youngest there by far, and catch more than a few disapproving stares, having to listen to these couples in their 20s gush about how excited they are for their miracle. When it’s your turn to introduce yourself you have no idea how you’d even begin to explain the situation, so you choose awkward humour.

“Guess I’m in this group because I don’t know how condoms work.” A few courtesy chuckles from the group, mostly men, while their partners look at you with pity. You make a few attempts to get up and leave when the conversation isn’t razor focused on you, but every time your arm is gripped by your mother and you are pushed surreptitiously back into your seat.

Dustin was running between rooms in the hospital a lot these days. Visiting Max, reading to her with Lucas and chatting about his day to her, waiting for her to tell him that his days are boring and to just let her sleep. One day, he’s sure, she will. Then he’s running across the hall to Eddie’s room, which is becoming a lot more chaotic than Max’s. 

Ever since he woke up he’s been planning how he’s going to leave Hawkins. Growing ever more frustrated with his confinement as the days pass, stressed that someone will recognise him and give him up. Dustin opens the door slowly, a little apprehensively. He’s surprised to find Eddie sitting on the bed as he scribbles furiously in a notepad, chewing the end of a pen until his lips are stained blue.

“Hey Eddie.” Dustin approaches, unsettled by this Eddie, who looks calmest he’s been since he awoke. Eddie offers his friend a small smile,

“I’ve been an asshole lately haven’t I?”

“Well… you haven’t been the friendliest…” Dustin offers, far more graciously than Eddie could ever think he deserves.

“I’m sorry, it’s nothing personal. It’s just been kinda stressful being cooped up here.”

Dustin nods and shrugs the apology off, he understood Eddie, he didn’t need the apology.

“Listen, I’ve got another favour I need from you, okay?” Eddie looks a little uncomfortable, like he’s afraid he’ll be asking too much.

“That depends on what it is…”

“There’s a girl,” 

Dustin interjects, “Yeah? That’s Robin, oh my god are you okay? Did you lose your memory?!”

Eddie bites back a laugh, “Okay, not Robin.” Dustin opens his mouth, “And not Nancy either. My memory is just fine.”

Dustin frowns, “Then who’s the girl? You don’t talk to girls! You barely look at girls!”

Finally, you are granted sweet freedom from your mother’s ideas, you get into the car with her and give her instructions to your next destination. She purses her lips disapprovingly but this was part of the bargain of getting you out of the house. 

You pull up at the trailer park a few minutes later, you rummage in your purse for the directions Wayne had given you, this park wasn’t laid out as simply as Forest Hills and you wonder if it might have been easier to have asked him to draw you a map.

Finally you find yourself at Wayne’s trailer, and once you’re invited in you recognise the smell of cigarettes that Wayne smokes and Eddie steals from him. But the scent is lacking, it feels like a gut punch when you register that the reason the smell is lacking is because there’s no “Eddie” smell. 

Wayne notices this, “It doesn’t feel right without him, does it?” You shake your head, sniffing back tears, determined not to cry this time.

“Okay, well let's not be miserable bastards here. I’m taking you and my future great-niece or nephew out for lunch.”

“Oh, you really don’t have to, I know you must be tired from working.”

“It’s not like I sleep much anyway kid, come on.”

Wayne won’t take no for an answer as he leads you out of the trailer, he shuts down your protests in the car with a simple,

“It’s what Eddie would want. He’d want someone to look out for you, the both of you.” You slump back, he’s got you there. You arrive at a nearby diner, where you’re instructed to order whatever looks good, Wayne himself opting for a burger and black coffee before excusing himself to the restroom.

When your order arrives Wayne quirks an eyebrow,

“So those pregnancy cravings are kicking in right about now?” 

You follow his gaze to the extra 5 pickles you requested on the side of your burger in place of a salad, and laugh,

“What gave me away?” 

You and Wayne spend the hour in your booth, Wayne telling you stories about how much of a monster Eddie was as a child, and you listening, understanding, and loving Eddie all the more for the stories Wayne shared. Though your favorite had to be how Eddie tried to sneak into the trailer while ditching school, Wayne had sat on the sofa and watched for a good 15 minutes as Eddie tried to pick the lock before deciding to open it for him, making the young boy jump out of his skin while Wayne just laughed.

“‘Course that was before he came to live with me.”

“Eddie, are you sure there’s no head injury that the doctors need to know about?”

“No, Dustin, I’m fine.” Eddie is a little frustrated, this back and forth has been going for a while now, and it's becoming almost insulting.

“Okay because what you’re saying is a little,” Dustin pauses to shrug and purses his lips, “A little unbelievable.”

“Oh sure, people floating in mid air, a tentacled dust monster, fuckin’ demon bats trying to eat me alive that’s all fine and believable. But me having a girlfriend? That’s the part you’re struggling with?” There’s a tiny hint of teasing in Eddie’s tone, not trying to upset Dustin.

“No, it's not the girlfriend part I’m struggling with. It’s the part where your girlfriend is not only a cheerleader but also pretty much the meanest one, who looks at you like she wants to kill you.” Dustin can recall at least 5 different occasions on different days where your glare at Eddie had chilled him to the bone, and he wasn’t even the intended recipient.

“Hey, kill and kiss are only one letter apart.” 

Dustin snorts, 

“And besides,” Eddie adds, “Maybe I like the mean ones, especially when the mean ones are so very hot.”

“Too much info dude.” Dustin screws his face up, a little grossed out. He goes to ask a question but Eddie gestures for him to be quiet as they hear footsteps approaching the door. They both tense up, half expecting police officers to come busting through, they are relieved when Steve appears, frowns now deep set in his forehead.

“Busy day at the office?” Eddie jokes, hoping to ease some of those wrinkles.

“Sure, Family Video is doing great, cracks to hell really boost sales.” Steve drawls sarcastically,

“Well, get this Steve. Eddie has a girlfriend.” Dustin receives a swift, soft, slap on the arm for this.

“This is no time for jokes, Dustin.” Steve shakes his head at Dustin, disappointed mother hen written all over his face.

“Okay fuck both of you guys.” There’s no malice in Eddie’s tone. Even he has to admit it’s a little funny. The back and forth continues for a little, boosting the mood in the room.

Eddie eventually returns to his notebook, his 5th attempt now to explain to you why he's leaving. How sorry he is. How he wants you to move on because you could do so much better than him. He figured it would be easy enough to do it this way, not have to stare into your eyes as he breaks your heart. He's not relishing in this, truthfully it's tearing him up on a level about on par with those bats, but he can't bear the thought of you looking at him with any kind of pity, or staying with him because you feel bad for the poor maimed freak. 

He stops writing again, furious scribbling over his words. Either way he handles this it's going to be shit. He could let you think he's dead, that would give you closure, but then what happens years down the line when you bump into him in a grocery store? This option, telling you the truth, is equally shit. Tell you that he's alive, and so in love with you that he would gladly drag his balls through broken glass if you'd just ask, but that he can't be with you because he's terrified he'll put you in harm's way. Terrified he is somehow compromised by rabid demobat bites. Terrified that even if that's not the case that he'll just end up like his father, that'll he be a mean drunk, a shitty husband.

Nancy is trudging alongside one of the large fissures, having followed it from its origin at Eddie’s trailer, right to the centre of town. Her toes aching in too-tight boots, counting every step she takes, trying to see if the cracks had got bigger, or changed in any way. As far as she could see, they remained unchanged. She's not sure which would be more disturbing, the cracks seemingly lying dormant, or the cracks getting bigger.

Robin had volunteered to come along and "help" but the help Robin was currently providing was limited to freaking out about whether or not Vickie had been flirting with her when she pointed out her laces were undone. Some things never change, Nancy mused as she peered down into the crack, certain she had heard a faint chittering emanating from there once Robin had stopped for a breath. When Robin's spiel didn't restart once she had her breath back, Nancy glanced up at her face.

Robin had heard it too.

"That's… that's not good is it?"

Nancy shakes her head, patting her waist to check her revolver is still by her side. The chittering gets louder, but it becomes clear that whatever is making the noise is on its own. And then it all goes silent, deathly silent, so silent that Nancy can hear her own heart beating in her head.

Silent until a bat rips through the fissure, screeching, Robin’s reaction stuns Nancy into silence, seemingly without thought, Robin grabs hold of the bat and snaps its head in one clean motion.

"Thanks." Nancy smiles wryly as Robin drops the bat back into the fissure.

"Son of a bitch tried to eat our friend." Nancy nods at this, shivering as the image of Eddie covered in so much blood comes to mind, she shakes her head as though she’s trying to forcibly shake the image from her memory.

"We need to tell Steve about this, we know we injured Vecna and it's only a matter of time before he's back to full strength. The bat could have been a message."

You had never known Nancy Wheeler or Robin Buckley to be close friends, or even acquaintances, so it seems a little odd to you, as you peer from the window of Wayne's car, that they would be involved in what looked to be a very intense conversation as they stood over one of the fissures the earthquake had caused. 

"I wonder if they're secretly dating." You muse as the car passes them. 

Wayne had insisted on driving you home from lunch, saying he didn't want to put your mother out by having her come to collect you. The drive is fairly quick, most of the Hawkins residents who remained were now familiar with the various diversions around the town to avoid the worst of the damage. You're grateful for that, you had seen some of the worst of it, and knowing that Eddie's body, having been deemed unrecoverable, was lying somewhere in that wreckage was too much to bear. 

Once you are home, Wayne gives you a small wave and heads home, you catch him yawning as he reverses, confirming your suspicion that he had stayed up to take you out for lunch. You drudge up the stairs, after a small exchange with your mother, and head to bed, ready for a food coma nap. You've taken to wearing Eddie's shirts to bed, there's the faintest trace of his smell still on them, which is either a testament to your pregnancy nose or just how ingrained the smell is into his shirts. Or both. 

You sink under covers, wrapped in a shirt that smells like Eddie, you lull yourself to sleep with the thought of Eddie beside you, nose buried in your hair, arms holding you flush to his body. For once it is a dreamless sleep you fall into, waking up when you hear the sound of your closet being opened. Your mother is trying to put your laundry away as quietly as she can and failing. You grumble slightly as you stretch out, feeling cool air hit your feet as they leave the warmth of your bed covers. 

“Sorry.” 

“ ‘s okay, can’t sleep too much now or I won’t sleep tonight.”

Your mother perches on the end of your bed,

“Can I ask you something?” You nod, fisting sleep out of your eyes. “How come you don’t see your friends anymore?”

You chew your lip, unsure of how to answer,

"Sweetheart, I know you’re grieving. And I know that it's not the same for them, but they lost Chrissy, same as you did. It might be helpful for you to spend time with them, to grieve with them.”

“I’ll try.” Your mother smiles and pats your leg under the covers,

“Thatta girl.”

[aquatic-mycologist]

may we please have some collective headcanons for the Gang w/ a gn! reader who has six fingers on each hand (like ford pines from gravity falls) and is kinda self conscious about it? keeping their arms crossed and their hands in their pockets a lot, and handshakes are very rare

Sorry for taking so long! Hope this is to your liking, if it's not what you had in mind pls do tell and I'll give it another shot!!

Under the cut cause it got long </3

The first time they met you was probably...a bit chaotic, honestly

At first they didn't really think anything about you, you keeping your hands in your pockets all the time was a bit odd, not gonna lie, but hey they've seen weirder (like a dolphin man and a gigantic sentient mushroom, for one)

It wasn't until you HAD to file some papers that you reluctantly showed your hands as you grabbed your pen from across the table

No matter what you had expected, it certainly didn't prepare you for the instant bombarding of questions and comments

Now, I will say, NONE of them have any malice in their hearts...But that doesn't stop the experience from being highly uncomfortable

Because on one side, you had Reagan curiously studying your hand as if they were a rare animal

On the other, you had Myc making a crude joking comparison to his own six flagella

And then there was Brett, who was oh so sweetly excited and musing about how Wow he has never seen anyone like you!! and asking a million questions per minute

And before the rest joined in, you pulled your hands away and back into your pockets, which made everyone realize that Yeah that. was pretty insensitive

But after receiving a well deserved apology, you are no longer being suffocated by the attention, and they soon become so used to it that they barely think about it anymore

Honestly? It ends up being a really comfortable place for you with the way they acommodated

And they all look after you so that the experience you had with them the first time you met NEVER happens again

Meeting someone new in the office and they offer a handshake? Brett will discreetly take it himself and make the moment pass naturally

Myc may or may not read your mind often to distract you when you start getting self-conscious along with Andre, but you didn't hear that from me

Glenn shoots...the DIRTIEST death glares in the direction of anyone who stares too long at your hands or is generally being inappropiate. And having the LITERAL HEAD OF THE WEAPONRY DEPARTMENT by your side like that? Rest assured you're never bothered by other people

If you ever wanted to conceal your hands, Gigi and Reagan team up and make some discreet, comfortable and stylish gloves for you to wear, which were neatly placed on your desk at work in a box with a sweet encouraging note, half in neat cursive and half in clean and sharp writing and a few sentences scribbled out from previous attempts at wording stuff correctly

In general? They just really care about you and will do their best so you're comfortable

[shameonmeeguiltypleasure]

SMB Future Gen: Polin baby dynamic ideas

Ive got a whole dynamic for the future gen of Bridgertons for my SMB verse. But really been refraining from writing or sharing about it because, again, we are nowhere near that point in the actual SMB fic.

But I really can't help but want to post a few ideas I have for the SMBPolin babes dynamics/Dark chaotic energy :

1) Oh Shit! Jane what did you do!?

Agatha swallowed as the warm liquid splatter on her cheeks cooled. Her eyes were unable to look away from the mess her baby sister had just made.

"Did she just-" Thomas numbly started to blurt but was cut off by the wrangled scream from the terrified and bloody woman underneath a gurgling body.

"Shut Up." Jane ordered with a hiss before flicking the blood off her quill and poising to continue taking the statement of the whimpering woman at their feet. "Now, repeat for me what you claimed to know about the truth of the infamous Sir Lee Anders and his Lady Red.."

Agatha swallowed and resisted the shudder from the cold of Jane's tone. Papa had always warned her that Jane had inherited far more of his temper than the rest of them... She didn't believe him till tonight. Ugh, and now she will need to call on cousin Neville for yet another favour. The things she did for her family.

2) Can I borrow that?

"Thomas.... is that my Pocket watch?" Miles questioned as he stared at the tiny pieces of his once intact pocket watch. While he had no real attachment to the item, it was still..... well.... it had been his.

"Oh, yes. Apologies I was meant to put that back together before you came to visit." Thomas explained as he continued to scribble in his leather skin note book what ever nonsense that churned about in his head.

"When did you take my pocket watch?" Miles continued to question. He oddly felt as if he was experiencing an out-of-body experience.

"Yesterday, when you bent to kiss Miss Lake's hand after your dance." Thomas absently answered as he grumbled and scratched something he had written.

"Thomas you stole from me...." Miles slowly pointed out as one would to a dimwit.

"It is not stealing if one intended to return what was taken. I borrowed it."

"Thomas..... THAT was a gift."

"Yes, one you barely cared for. By the way, can I borrow your footman?"

"No! LEST You try to disect the poor man as well!!" Miles exclaimed with exasperation. Thomas had the audacity to scoff as if it were Miles being ridiculous.

"Jane is the one with a stronger interest in biology, cousin, you know this."

Miles groaned into his palms and wondered how his Father survived the madness of his siblings genetics.

3) George Slow Down!!

"What do you mean you don't know how to- WATCH OUT!!"

George let out an uncharacteristic cackle that many wouldn't expect has he urged the horses to race faster. Oliver was screaming from his perch beside his cousin as they raced down dirt roads, thank fully empty, and skidded round corners. It wasn't until a wayward goat had found its way onto the middle of their path that Oliver truly felt terror.

"BRIDGERTOOOOOON!!!!"

"HIYAAAAH!!" George searched with a boisterous laugh.

Later, when they'd successfully parked the carriage before the Crane family home, where their siblings and one very amused Lady Eloise Crane waited, Oliver would deny what happened.

"George, You look a mess!?" Eloise exclaimed as she looked over the gentle mannered 16year old. George, with his windswept hair, plump cheeks and mothers eyes, simply shrugged in response.

"Brother?" Amanda called with concern.

Oliver did not reply, not when he was far too busy throwing up what little was in his stomach.

"Never again!" Oliver swore between heaves "You are never to be handed the reigns of any transportation so long as I live, George Michael Bridgerton!!"

George merely blinked in response, looking as deceivingly innocent as his late-mother. Eloise laughed, and if her laughter was tinged with the sound of grief, the children politely took no notice.

4) Ask me no questions and I shall tell you no lies.

Charlotte was nervous, who wouldn't be when one spent the better half of the evening dragging a man along the earthy ground in the dead of night.

"Aggie, are you sure-" Charlotte nervously fretted.

"Shh!" Agatha hushed before carefully adjusting the cloth covering the unconscious, possibly dead, Lord Murtle.

"Agatha, if my brothers or gods my father-"

"Lottie, enough! I'll handle it alright. This ain't the first time I've had to get rid of a Lord or two" Agatha huffed as she proceeded to carefully flit through the pockets of the unconscious figure.

"At least you clobbered him and not gutted him. A drunken wander into the streets proceeded by a mugging should do the trick.." Agatha mumbled.

Charlotte watched her younger cousin expertly strip the lord of his valubles and proceed to stage his plight with expertise. She had only wished to get him away from her, not knock him unconscious.

"Are we to simply leave him here?" Charlotte nervously fretted.

"Yes! Listen, it's best if you hurry home to mine, Thomas and Jane should be good to solidify an alibi for you. Seeing as no one even knows of my return to London, I can safely square everything away. No one will need to know of what could have happened between you and Mr Murtle. I promise!" Agatha assured.

Charlotte still looked hesitant as she glanced at the sheet covered form.

"But I- "

Agatha gripped her older cousin with both arms and sternly looked her deep in her eyes.

"He's not dead Lottie. You did nothing wrong. It was self-defense. Tomorrow, he'll wake with a headache and no memory at all of your encounter believing it a dream. Now go home."

With one last nudge, Charlotte finally left Agatha alone as instructed. Agatha waited until she was sure her cousin was far away from hearing range and sight. Only then did she bow her head and sigh.

From the shadows emerged a man, slow clapping dramatically. Agatha pinched at the bridge of her nose as the man joined her.

"I must say cousin, your ability to deceive is always so very fascinating to witness."

"Oh shut up Neville. Now grab his feet so we can be rid of this mess." Agatha hissed.

Neville Berbrooke grinned, the expression as flippant and airy as his mother.

"Grandmama always did say the mixing of Bridgertons and Featheringtons were sure to be a deadly combination..." Neville kicked the covered corpse with a snicker and smirked. "You still owe me for the last body I helped you bury, sweet Aggie"

Agatha sighed and glared down at the very dead Lord Murtle and lightly punched the arm of her snickering cousin. Undoubtedly, he was going to be insufferable about the many favours she owes.

"The things I do for family...." Agatha later sighed as she watched Neville sink the stone filled corpse into the depths of the sea.

With the help of her Maternal cousin, Agatha arranged the quiet disappearance of Lord Murtle with great care. A few paid whispers among the poor, a theatric performance from hired thugs, two or more manipulated witnesses from the ton and finally a stack of carefully forged letters confirming Mr Murtle's scandalous flee from society. It only took a week for Agatha to see the mess of Mr Murtle neatly tidied and forgotten.

"Aggie.... How did you do it? How did you convince Mr Murtle to flee town?" Charlotte curiously whispered once Mr Murtle's fate was publicly revealed to society.

Agatha laughed and shrugged "Just had a bit conversation with the man. Nothing to it. Believe me, Lottie, there very little talking to be had. Once he realized it was a Bridgerton he'd crossed, you could say the man was damned no matter what."

Agatha saw no reason to burden her cousin with the truth of what was truly and unfortunate accident.

[jamieedlund]

Okay but I love ur Aaravos art so much like it's so so dear to me I just spent 30 minutes showing all your art to my friend and giving them the link to your page so they can see it all here and reblog and stuff. It's literally so lovely, your artwork of Aaravos is 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 (also love him and Callum and how you write them it's perfect)

As someone who has been very very alone in my journey of loving these two, I thought long and hard about answering this because words cannot express how grateful and happy I am. I am so, so so thankful for your support (ง •_•)ง(ง •_•)ง(ง •_•)ง

I've always been bad at replying to kindness because I don't want to sound either arrogant or too humble dusakjlafh but I have a profound appreciation for the ones who not only enjoyed my work but also took the time to share and talk about it with others (which believe you me that in of itself is not an easy thing for a lot of people, including me...) It is so, so dear to my heart and it motivates me to continue sharing the things I love. I think I have a very personal and specific take on their relationship as well as who they are as individuals that fuel my love for them. So when that love resonates with someone, it's extremely heart-warming (❤´艸｀❤)

(I've been meaning to answer this ask for a while now because I wanna draw something nice for you but ended up debating between 6 different concepts so again, apologies for my delay, I cannot thank you enough (ಥ _ ಥ) You can see them under the cut if you're curious~ They all remained super scribbly sketches though because I am an idiot.)

They ain't evil tho they're absolutely neutral. A small pet peeve I have is when people going "woah THATS EVIL CALLUM!!!" when they look at my art like pls no this boy is the walking definition of chaotic neutral I cannot--- sorry for the rant wheezes. Hope you enjoyed that at least---

[twominwol]

Taemin - Guilty

Gosh, have you guys watched the mv? the song?? taemin proves himself once again that he is on his own level.

Bear with me as im trying hard to understand and explained the storyline of the mv in the best of my abilities. Here is my take on it. Please note that English is not my everyday communication so i apologize for any mistakes in grammar etc.

This analysis will include the mv and also the mv teasers. It will be great if we could get the director cut version for this.

The mv took place in a facility that conducted some kind of medical experiment/human trials to the kids/younger teens. Why i said that is because in the Countdown live the set is decorated with medical/lab tools.

Ok now let's start.

First scribbles - the stick mans, house, tree. This usually done by kids. Second scribbles on the wall shows what people usually mark to count the days. This explained that Taemin has been there for quite some times.

My theory is that this younger person is Taemin himself. In the MV (time stamp : 0:34) Taemin vividly remembered/seeing himself when he was younger, naively dancing happily around with his 'friends' although they are 'trapped' in this facility. We can see the same scene but longer in MV Teaser 1 where younger Taemin collapsed, which later we know that he has an asthma/difficulty in breathing as he keeps using an inhaler.

We see that younger Taemin is with other person in a room alone (MV timestamp : 0:20) This might be his 'lover'. But the lover however able to get out from the facilities due what so ever reason (MV trailer timestamp 1:00). Taemin was then can be seen to keep staring at the hole longing to get out too.

We then come to the 'now' Taemin (in white singlet from MV trailer) playing around with his friends in the water streams but he keeps need to use the inhaler when he got excited or anxious. All of them were then locked in a room and get examined by the authorities there. They were brought to a small field where Taemin was handed a gun and he started pointed to someone/something. He was then was seen bleeding in the MV which i think triggered the 'zombie virus'.

The chaotic situation started when they were all back to their rooms, they were killing the authorities and behaving/moving like a zombie but Taemin however was not affected by it. It might be because he was asthmatic thus preventing him from getting contracted?

As the only one who not affected by the virus he was worshipped by the other like a god or 'Abraxas' as what the MV director updated in his IG. But later on although he is treated as a god we can see that he was alone, lonely, angry and sad? He was the only one who survived the outbreak.

He went back to the abandoned and torn down facility, reminiscing his old room with the scattered shirts, he walked along the hallway and opened an empty room. The room where he was once with his 'lover'. He ran towards the front gate only to be stopped by the haunted hands but he was actually alone there fighting his own self.

He managed to finally run away from that place the zombie outbreak happened to the outside world too. He was getting up from a car hood that has a 'sunflower' drawing on it. Sunflower symbolism here can be interpreted as loyalty and devotion. It can also represent a steadfast commitment and promise to always be there for the person we care about. In the MV trailer as Taemin walked in the empty street someone suddenly grabbed him which probably his 'lover' that has been waiting for him. It also has been an eye lurking to the keyhole that i think was his lover that has been looking out for him all these while.

Also the main picture used on all the music platforms for this song is the one Taemin was biting a 'pear'. Pear can signify a time loss, difficulty or separation which all of that shows in the mv.

For the lyric of the song it was pretty straight forward. Taemin in Lee Mujin show said that the song is about bad love. He quoted

"With the wrong love the bad person saying this to his partner, "This is love"."

I do love this lyric translation by Abby Abbsteroni. Please check it out.

[acefms]

if you’re hearing CAN YOU FEEL MY HEART? by BRING ME THE HORIZON playing, you have to know LANDON DUNN (HE/HIM; MALE) is near by! the 33 year old MECHANIC has been in denver for, like, TWO MONTHS. they’re known to be quite REACTIVE, but being ADAPTABLE seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble LOGAN LERMAN. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those UNSAID APOLOGIES SCRIBBLED ON NAPKINS, ALWAYS FEELING OUT OF PLACE, CLENCHED FISTS AND MUGSHOTS, DRIVING FAST TOWARDS A DEAD-END vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the MONTBELLO DISTRICT long enough!

NAME: landon dunn

AGE: thirty-three

HOMETOWN: southside chicago

BIRTHDAY: november 15th

ZODIAC: scorpio

GENDER: male he/him

SEXUALITY: bisexual

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single

OCCUPATION: mechanic

[ tw: assault, drugs, criminal activity, prison time, suicide.]

• Landon grew up in a rundown neighbourhood in southside Chicago. His parents were never married and had split before he was of an age he could even remember. He has one sister, three years his younger. Landon remained living with his mother until he was fifteen and she got a new boyfriend who Landon couldn’t stand.

• Up until this point he had been a pretty good kid, with good grades and a promising future. But when he moved in with his dad, things changed. His father was a well-known big-time drug dealer, and it wasn’t long before Landon started working for him. It started off simple, being a driver when his dad went to collect unpaid debts. But soon he started selling for him too— mostly just weed and cocaine, but occasionally something stronger. Quickly, life began to get a little more chaotic. And his grades began to slip.

• Freshly eighteen and weeks away from graduating (barley), Landon discovered bruises on his younger sister, and soon discovered that his step-dad was the culprit. Filled with rage, Landon confronted the other and the night ended with Landon being hauled into the back of a police car. The severity of his actions resulted in him being incarcerated for a 56 month period for aggravated battery. Sadly, this wouldn’t be the last time.

• With no formal high school education, he saw no other option than to continue working for his father. This continued up until the age of 25, when he was again arrested, this time for class A d**g possession ( he was holding it for his father. ). During his stint in prison he did all that he could to build on his skill, and upon leaving he found work as a mechanic though on the side took on some jobs as a getaway driver to earn as much money as he could to start over. This however only lasted a few months, before he decided he wanted away from crime altogether. It had never been his intended path in the first place.

• At the age of 32, he’d be arrested one final time, due to a bar fight that he unexpectedly got caught up in and blamed for due to his previous record. He only got released two months ago and is determined to keep himself away from trouble, but when it runs in your blood it’s not always easy. He’s moved to Denver to live with his cousin in hopes of finally having that fesh start. He can only hope it will go the way he’s planned.

HEADCANNONS

• Landon’s first sentence was 54 months, his second was 4 years of which he only ended up serving 3 for good behaviour. His third was only 6 months. Landon by no means had it easy in prison, but he also had a certain level of protection due to his father being known (though for the most part he kept to himself.) Nothing too bad happened to him, a few fights here and there the first time around but that was the extent of it. However one thing that has always stuck with him from his second stint was coming back to his cell to find that his cell-mate had managed to unalive himself. This still haunts him.

• drinks and smokes but despite previously selling them, he’s never touched a drug a day in his life. he’s never really had any desire to. he definitely has a lot of regret about selling, but will just insist it was their choice to take it.

• he also doesn’t enjoy fighting. he doesn’t actively seek it out, he’s just easily triggered by assholes. and he does get a thrill out of giving someone a taste of their own medicine.

• discovered a love for reading during his stints in prison.

• sadly he doesn’t speak to his mother anymore. he would like to, but she chose to stand by her husband. his sister seems to be doing well for herself and they’re in constant contact. he’s still as protective over her as he ever was, and despite the way his life turned out he would do the same thing if he had the opportunity to go back.

• is still close with his father, though feels it’s best to keep his distance as he is still heavily linked to the criminal world and landon is aware that it’s not good for him to be in the same proximity.

• landon is a very skilled driver. it’s a natural skill for him, always has been. he can very easily get out of sticky situations if driving is involved.

• it takes a lot for him to be loyal to someone, but once he is he is loyal to a fault. once he decides to have your back, he’s got it forever (even if he insists he doesn’t.)

• more tba.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

His sister — I’ll eventually get around to putting this as a wc on the main. But this is by far the most important relationship in his life, and her thriving makes it all worth it to him.

His cousin — Also his roommate. The person hoping to help keep him on the straight and narrow. Also maybe his best friend even though he will not admit that.

Reoccurring fling — Self explanatory and a lot we could do with it.

anything tbh!!

[bastillia]

What are you hoping to happen in the last episode? I’m seeing a lot of people theorise that Moff Gideon might end up using the mind flayer on Mando and have him forget his memories of Grogu/Bo so that he fights them + Moff Gideon torturing him and taking his helmet off to humiliate him. I’m personally down for either of these to happen because the angst is too good. If they end it on a cliffhanger though that’ll be ☠️

Dear god I truly have no idea but it’s gotta be something crazy. If it’s anything like star wars shows of late, they’ll pull something wild and flashy out at the last second to compensate for the utter lack of tension and stakes throughout the rest of the season.

Here’s my vote, complete with Favreau Flavor (Flavreau, if you will):

Bo Katan overcomes her racism animosity towards Boba Fett, realizing he is the mandos’ last hope with Din captured, and calls him begging for help. There’s a long beat of tension where we don’t know if he will answer or not. Bo and the mandos are fighting the imperials. Din is fighting for his life getting tortured by Moff Gideon. With seconds to spare and all hope seemingly lost, Boba Fett crashes into the imperial base riding a Mythosaur which proceeds to eat a bunch of stormtroopers. Fennec comes stampeding in behind him on the Rancor, adding to the chaotic spectacle. Together with the rest of the mandos, they destroy the base and attempt to rescue Din. Knowing that his forces are routed, Gideon knocks Din out and carries him princess style (this detail is very important) to a shuttle where he makes his escape. Groguito probably went and tried to save his dad so maybe he has him too idfk. The rest of the mandos are beaten down and exhausted, yet victorious, coming together to look up at Boba as the mythosaur lowers its head and he dismounts. I secretly stole the script and scribbled out the Hero Speech that Favreau wrote for him so he instead says nothing. His presence speaks for itself and the mandos all do the arm-chest-head-bow-salute thing to him, recognizing that he is the true king and savior of mandalore. He walks up and punches Bo Katan in the face He graciously accepts Bo Katan’s apology while the Armorer comes up and puts a hand on her back Lesbianly. They all agree that they need to rescue Din and his weird little green son. Now we don’t even need to think of a plot for next season

[pasaningunlugu]

magnum opus - 29.10.2022

freytag's pyramid defines: introduction, climax and resolution every great story are built on those but not all stories are lucky some to have an ending, some to have a happy one you can define life with the same parts and all the great stories they're just subplots to story of one's life

there are some people so few that I can count with my chubby fingers that are more precious, more exceptional than anyone else they make those greatest artpieces look like some scribbles of a 5 years old and some are the luckiest of mankind just to meet those astonishing people in person to hear what they have to say to see their captivating form to smell their dazzling scent to touch, to sense, to connect and even fewer are lucky enough to love them let alone them loving you

guess I'm the luckiest person ever to live not only of loving her not only of her loving me or to hear an euphonious nightingale sing to see every star that universe has to offer in her single gaze to smell the perfect daisy of your homeland meadow on a peaceful, fresh spring day to touch her absolute perfect body with just enough imperfections to make it absolute perfect to sense her distinctive aura that turns even the most sinful infidels the greatest worshipper to have a connection stronger than atoms of a carbon oxygen covalent bond

but also of completing the plot, writing piece by piece, tying up the loose ends one by one learning to love, to hate, to argue, to apologize learning to make mistakes, to correct them to go slow, to digest. to go with the flow; to be the right person, right time

I'm the luckiest person alive to fight the neverending battles in trenches of her cheek to conquer the terrace of valedictority, to get blinded by her light; finally trusting without any fear, any remorse. ecstasic scents the purple canvas radiate nervous, tender, humid touches perfectly coreographed, wonderfully chaotic dance feeling the burning of cold breaking barriers, cracking bones, crossing mountains barefooted, crashing through waves with tied hands living a life blindfolded

all were irreplaceable setpieces of the story that comes to a close with the most important act: redemption; resolution, absolution. completing the greatest story ever written about the greatest person ever to live and I'm the luckiest person alive to have my magnum opus to have her, happily ever after