#bree ; convo

[xtinyslip]

"dad? hey? i --" had they made plans? crap, had she totally blanked on the fact that they had made plans? she didn't think so. anything that was important like that went straight into her phone calendar and nothing had popped up for today. it was the reason why this was had arranged an appointment with elaine today to show the photograph collection that she'd taken of the new wing. "i actually have to leave soon. sorry? but you could walk with me? you know how i've been talking about getting my photography business up and running? i bumped into this woman who owns the general hospital. elaine? and she let me take a tonne of pictures! it's the boost i need, you know?" she grinned, clearly excited. @fcrafcrtnight

[thebookoflcve]

"You know that stupid looking beetle from that they used from that Michael Bay stinker before Bumble bee turned into the mustang?" Kennedy called from across the busied courtyard in the heart of the Grove. "Yours truly is the rightful owner of that piece of shit. Thank you for sending me to bring back your rental car, boss lady." @drxnkandhxgh

[blondie-drawings]

I did my first hourly comics day yesterday!! idk if it's as much of a thing on here as it is on twitter but it's my art tumblr and i can put whatever i want on here

[yllowpages]

to have a full, personal conversation with john is to know that he trusts you, is comfortable with you, and generally just likes you as a person. john is generally personable, and is totally comfortable making simple conversation with strangers — he does, unfortunately, engage with iosef, to a point, when asked about his car. but succinct, even one-word answers can also be a fair indication of what john thinks of someone when he's speaking to them. if he doesn't feel like they deserve his engagement, he's not going to give it. he'll make his point and shut up. if he has a genuine back-and-forth with someone, he enjoys their presence, in whatever capacity.

[amomentxofhappiness]

@thedevilsbckbone bree & omar cont.

Bree was having a really hard time deciding what to wear for this date. This wasn't just a regular date, this was Omar, a really cool musician who happened to be a patient at her hospital and that knew her family secret. This could very well go very wrong very fast but their non-date brunch had gone remarkably well so she should not let her 'worst case scenario' mentality lead the way.

Still, she couldn't find something to wear. She briefly flirted with the idea of a little black dress she wore all the time back when she was an actress but that wasn't her anymore. She also didn't want to look way too serious either. She wanted to be pretty but comfortable.

Ultimately, she went for the black dress but with warm, pretty tights under it, high boots and a blue coat on top, just to have some color in her. She also let her wavy hair free for once and put on a little makeup before heading out to the restaurant they were going to meet at. She really hoped she hadn't underdressed or overdressed and was entirely too nervous about this. In other circumstances, she would've downed a shot before leaving her place but well, if she kissed Omar again he may notice it and she didn't want him to spiral out of control. Not that he would. And not that they'd kiss but hey, maybe. Probably.

[xtinyslip]

bree closed her eyes for a moment and purely because she knew he was stating the truth. they shouldn't be here, they shouldn't be anywhere near each other but it never changed the fact that they were. that they always found a way to each other. "… all the good that has ever done us." it was selfish and it probably made her an awful person to acknowledge that there was a part of her that didn't want to care about the rest. "my choices are my own and that is for me to chose. you don't have to worry about me…" yes, she should be choosing the exact opposite but she wasn't and for now ; this was exactly what she wanted. when he took her hand, it was the simplest of touches but she felt the goosebumps run over her skin, swallowing a breath. it was the affect that he'd had on her from the moment she had seen him. "this is safe..." was it? they were hardly out in the open but they were still out in public. letting her soft kisses peck there way down to the inside of his wrist, closing her eyes as she did. "i have somewhere… we can go?" if he wanted. @fcrafcrtnight

"... WHERE WE SHOULDN'T HAVE EVER BEEN. you know that." but that hadn't stopped them, had it? they had always found a way - they had always found a way to get back to each other and he feared that at this point, there was no changing that. did that mean that it was right? did that mean that he knew what he was doing? NO, BECAUSE HE WAS LISTENING TO HIS HEART INSTEAD OF EVERYTHING ELSE. "our choices aren't always the ones that we should be making. in this case? i know that you should be choosing the EXACT opposite." but he still found himself reaching for her hand and he still found himself taking a hold of it and right now, he didn't know if he was ever going to be able to let go. no. right? when she kissed his hand, he let out a sigh, closing his eyes tightly. "and how would i ever be able to say no to that?" he couldn't. he didn't want to. "and where does that leave us.. now?" now that they were almost.. free, in a way? @xtinyslip

[xtinyslip]

"i keep telling myself ; anything for the picture but its giving total creepy vibes in there. right?" bree wanted a stronger collection to place on her website, something to draw people in ; that wasn't the same usual crap that was on every photographer's website. the place was abandoned, she'd called and checked that she wouldn't be disturbing anyone by being in there but… argh, this was ridiculous. it was just some building? shed dealt with creepier shit than this in the past as she took in a deep breath. "no, you know what? i'm going to do it. i'm going in." @springbandit

[thebookoflcve]

Kennedy juggled the various items in her hand with an expert quality concentration; she wouldn't dare forfeit a single beverage needed for her very existence or uncurl her grasp on Bree's outfit for the Met Gala. The life of an assistant began and ended with the trivial and often mundane tasks. She enjoyed the rhythmic beat of familiarity that illuminated her new life. The life that had been built from the burning rumble of the former one chained in addiction. You're not the same girl who streaked this city in nothing but a silk slip fueled off the precarious white oval pills. Recovery came in spades and marked with small milestones to push off the devil. Most days she felt stronger and more resilient but once she had crossed city lines, Kennedy felt the siren call and it made everything muffled in a sea of temptation. All she had to do was hold her breath a little longer.

Just a little longer.

"I was so listening," her brows unknitted to punctate her porous words. "...I've secured the goods and even sent over your agenda for our time in New York. Are you hungry? I over ordered when I stopped into Erewhon. I think my juice cleanse has ran it's course..." @drxnkandhxgh

[ay0nha]

When shall we meet again in thunder, lightning, or rain? | S.G. (I)

SUMMARY: You avoided addressing him directly, not quite due to fear but rather apathy. It took coaxing for you to even allow him to stay and now, without thought, you unknowingly beckoned him closer.

PAIRING: Satoru Gojo x Fushiguro!reader (Megumi's aunt/Toji's sister)

WORD COUNT: 2.2K

WARNINGS: Found family vibes atm, slight enemies to lovers, reader and gojo figuring out their dynamic through emotion constipation, angsty convos and feelings, canon-typical things, kid megumi, rushed ending, etc.

A/N: This took longer than I thought, but I want to take my time and really put effort into this one, so I hope you all enjoy. BIG shout out to @benzywenzymeowmeow this wouldn't have happened without your help. Much love. Again, based on/inspired by @stsgooo's post (here!). Let me know if you'd like to be tagged for future parts.

COMMENTS ENCOURAGED. PLEASE.

prologue part ii

The bliss was idyllic.

Your wrist balanced on the windowsill as you lazily tapped the ash of your cigarette. The cool air caressed your arm and gave you goosebumps that reminded you that you were still alive—human. 

Your senses were perked. 

The city outside kept you attentive as your head rested back. The day was long, but hearing the taxis carrying bubbling people made it worth it. You imagined how some were on their way to find warmth in their home while others were dressed for an endless night of laughter.  

You loved how you contrasted the city; your living room was empty and quiet. You could no longer hear Megumi’s shuffling feet above you. The tranquility was still a fresh oddity. The new life created was a semblance of happiness. You traded hyper-vigilant nights for bedtime stories, cooking meals only for the kids for family dinners, and Gojo’s scarcity of communication for peaceful nights like tonight.

The privilege that came with Gojo’s name made your stomach churn. It was simple at first, pushing Gojo into a subconscious level. However, the task became daunting; an ache emerged from so deep within that it took months for you to realize he was responsible. 

You were overdue for an interruption. You answered the door after the third knock. 

“Gojo.” The cigarette dangled from your lip and bobbed with every syllable. “Megumi’s asleep.”

“Already?” Gojo feigned surprise; his intentions were obvious that he wasn’t here for your nephew. “It’s only—

“Midnight.” You sucked in a crackling breath. With pointed eyes, you took his presence in. On your breath out, the smoke clouded his face, “What do you want?”

“I didn’t know you smoked.” He used your question as an invitation, pushing past the threshold. He was always amused learning more about you, able to store away the details for later torment. 

With a chastised drag, you smothered the tobacco on the closest thing. “I don’t.”

There were reasons habits quickly morphed into vices, something immoral and wicked. You turned to smoking when you were young, disappearing seamlessly into a crowd that did the same. It grew into something that was seen as an extension of yourself��something nervously born only to be counterintuitive. 

You had gone to the store tonight for something so trivial that you struggled to remember what it was. The itch on your palm was a distraction from it all as you pointed for the pack behind the counter. It seemed like the right thing to do to combat stress, especially as you purchased a cheap lighter to follow through. 

It hadn’t been a comfort you thought it would be, but it was the only way you knew best to preoccupy yourself. You weren’t used to such repose surrounding you. You felt—safe. 

Now, each push forward felt unreliable and fuzzy. You didn’t like the way you felt so exposed. 

“Megumi’s getting stronger.” You couldn’t stand the idle silence, mainly when its weight rested on your shoulders. “The other day, this place was flooded with rabbits.” 

Gojo’s laugh flittered against the walls, challenging the warm breeze that swept through the place. It was apparent you hadn’t settled into the home completely; it was still devoid of personality and belonging. 

You hadn’t realized how each of Gojo’s visits revealed more. Something about seeing dishes in the sink and mail littering the counters lightened him. It was a simple indication that he was finally doing something right. 

“He’s a clever kid,” Gojo said lowly as if the neighbors would hear. His voice followed you even when you resumed your sedentary position, “He’s holding back, though…” 

“Isn’t that a good thing for you?” You were critical. You barely lifted your wrist, making a vague gesture of importance. “...and your so-called destiny…”

The constant friction between clans failed to excite you. It served as a reminder that those below them would most feel the repercussions. The day would come when the six eyes would meet the tenth shadow, and you would be left to clean up the mess. 

“It could be...” He answered so casually. You knew it’d be a lie if he promised you anything different. “...but that doesn’t mean Megumi shouldn’t reach his full potential.”

“How noble,” You cooed. 

Silence settled after the soft scoff to your chide. Often, you sat in silence, something Gojo was still learning to adapt to. If he had it his way, you would sit in rapture in his company. Yet, it was far more welcome than before. 

But the obvious question was still floating between you. 

Gojo could have entertained you with lies of being nearby. However, what drove him to your doorstep was a new sensation. It started in his chest, an unassuming feeling that he ascribed to staving off sleep. There became lesser justifications when it infiltrated every extremity. 

It had only become unbearable when missing posters began to overlap, the various faces becoming warped from exposure. The curses responsible were low-grade, but Gojo couldn’t ignore the threat even then. As they drew closer, he employed crows to line the telephone wires. Yet, he could only keep his distance for so long. 

“You’re stalling, Satoru…” 

You avoided addressing him directly, not entirely due to fear, but instead apathy. It took coaxing for you even to allow him to stay, and now, without thought, you unknowingly beckoned him closer. 

“Tired of me already?” His smirk could be felt. 

“Something like that…” You sighed. “If you’ve come here to hide more of those things—” You sat up, reaching for the dingy box that stored a gifted cursed object. “—don’t.”

The object mocked you daily, occupying space it wasn’t meant to atop the living room’s end table. Although it was sealed deftly with layers of protection, you were convinced whatever was within was alive—living and breathing to torment you. The house felt heavy with something that breathed down your neck, and praying, you turned to face it. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Playing coy wasn’t a strong suit for Gojo, not when he’d already hidden another cursed object just above the door frame. 

You hadn’t thought your paranoia was shared despite its contrast. For you, the odds were that harm would find you, and you’d be vulnerable to it all. However, Gojo could handle anything but never fared well with things threatening his control. His thoughts would begin to loop, slowly morphing into images that haunted his nights. 

It drove him to unassigned missions based on rumors of the whereabouts of cursed objects. The more he found, the deeper he placed them into the bones of the building you slept within. It took time for you to catch on, only finding these items when you cleaned, behind old books, in forgotten drawers, or in places just out of your reach. 

“Look—” Gojo started again, denying you the chance to argue. “Megumi’s getting stronger; you said it yourself.” He paused, treading carefully. “There will be a time when you wish these were enough.” 

—

Time passed fiercely. 

Megumi grew at a pace you could hardly keep up with. His sleeping figure was becoming too heavy for your hip, your dexterity failing as you felt for your keys. Then, you felt the weight shift on the opposite side of the door. 

Your struggle ended when it opened. 

“What are you—

“Shh—” Gojo held a finger to his lip, a smile imminent under it. “You’ll wake him.”

With your arms tucked under Megumi’s legs, you held him tightly to your chest as if the person before you was an intruder. Gojo watched as you slowly regained your composure, shoulders reflecting relief and the indent between your eyebrows evaporating.  

Even over the rim of his opaque glasses, Gojo knew better than to think his presence was welcomed. You readjusted your sleeping nephew lightly, frowning as you pushed past Gojo. You felt his footsteps copy your own, closely as if teasing the thought of bumping into you. 

The home was warm as if Gojo had been there for hours. Perhaps he was; you’d lost count of how long you’d been out. Especially as your arms grew tired and the river’s humidity still clung to your skin. 

“It’s late, Satoru…” You murmured over your shoulder. Your body melted from the exhaustion it carried, leaving droplets of yourself as a trail. “Whatever it is can wait…”

Gojo had always been blunt, frequently tactless in his childish rapport. However, he stood before you uncompromisingly as if your absence was a grave mistake.

“The door was unlocked—” His opaque glasses could shield his annoyance, but his words dripped with accusation. “—you weren’t here.” 

Your hold on Megumi remained secure. “He’s been having trouble sleeping.”

Megumi exchanged sleep for taming shikigami. He was diligent in understanding the world of jujutsu. You expected that alone to intimidate him, but he was already above it all, jaded about the idea of becoming a sorcerer. 

Although young, behind Megumi’s neutral expression was immense introspection. Despite his disposition, his morals weren’t laid bare yet, but he knew he wasn’t that person. That alone was enough to weigh him down.  

As his mentor, Gojo failed to notice. His focus was on your oversight. “Someone—something could have—”

“It was just a walk,” You sighed. 

The lights streamed in from the street you’d just wandered on. It cast shadows against the mess of the place. Your stress unravelled into the discarded, forgotten jackets sprawled on random chairs. 

Every surface had some mark that Gojo indulged in. They told stories he could piece together; the stains of coffee on the counter attributed to your tardiness. He could picture how you hurried before school, toast in your mouth as you fitted Megumi’s school tie and ruffled a free hand through his unruly hair. 

“He’s fine.” You promised with resignation. Gojo blinked back to the present, ignorant to how you misinterpreted his wistfulness for further criticism. “The walks help, I think.”

“You realize it’s the middle of the night, right?” He scoffed, pedantic with his dry laugh. “All my efforts, just for you to dangle yourself—

“Come on…” Your hum was half-hearted, looking at Megumi. “Lately, your efforts seem to be only convenient for you.” 

Walking away from the conversation, you did your best to keep busy. You were afraid that if you stopped moving, your world would collapse. If you stopped moving, time would consume you. 

The Zenin clan didn’t take Gojo’s loophole lightly. He responded with a few years worth of nurturing Megumi; money was siphoned to you for his care, a place was already carved for him at the school, and any sugar craving was indulged. 

That left you counting the seconds you still had with your nephew. The walks calmed you, holding Megumi so closely. His arms wrapped tightly around your neck to loosen as he was rhythmically rocked to sleep. 

You weren’t afraid to walk alone. With your whole words encased in your arms, there wasn’t anything you weren’t willing to do. Even if that meant letting go at the end of the night. 

Despite uncanny perception, Gojo was blind to how crushing that felt. 

“I can’t see what he sees, what you see.” You continued aloud. Gojo was wise to hold back on an ill-timed wind-up, able to hear your admission clearly. “But I can feel what it does.”

Megumi groaned lightly, eyebrows furrowing from your chest’s vibrations. You paused, waiting for him to settle again. The night was almost over, and you weren’t sure how long your posture could support your position. 

“Let him be a kid.” You whispered. 

Gojo’s heart had dropped to his stomach, the curtains behind you rhythmically moving in a dance that mocked him. The few words made his fingers twitch. The thought of turning into his worst nightmare was comforted by a tight breath. 

If he genuinely desired to foster the next generation—to have Megumi be his equal—any unsympathetic cruelty didn’t have space to exist. Gojo’s breath deepened, filled with promise. 

Pushing the brief turmoil out, a lightness took over him. “Are you inviting me over for a playdate?”

“He may have a funny way of showing it…” You started. Megumi could be aloof and quiet, but you knew him better than anyone else. His eyes lit up even when he complained about Gojo. “...but Megumi—

“My head’s big enough already.” Gojo stalked toward you, saving you both from something neither of you was ready for. “Let’s make a deal, hmm?”

Carefully, Gojo’s hands brushed under your arms. Their coolness made you prickle, almost taking a defensive position as he offered help.

“These strolls of yours.” He mused. “Call me.” Any protest was lost; all you could do was nod. “I’m overdue for fresh air.” 

The transfer was seamless as he took the weight of your responsibility into his own arms. Megumi was deep in sleep, unaware of how the strength of his mentor was enough to hold you up as well. 

Gojo jutted his head toward your room, hold confident on Megumi. “Go get some rest.”

[ruinedsoulsrp]

Prince watched as his words sent a bright blush from her cheeks out to her ears, and he couldn't help the way his smirk widened. Was she really so innocent that a mere compliment did her in? If that was the case, he almost felt sorry for her, having to marry someone like him who was far from innocent.

Her laugh was a surprisingly nice sound and it pulled what might be considered a genuine smile to the man's lips. as a small chuckle left him. Prince nodded slightly, his hold on her tightening the smallest amount when she stepped toward him, and he didn't hesitate to pull her almost flush against him.

"Much more breathing room." he teased in agreeance, giving her waist a slight squeeze before taking a sip of his drink and then setting it down on the counter behind him. His now free hand met his other on the opposite side of her waist and he pulled her fully against him, his signature smirk resting on his features. "Well it looks bloody brilliant on ya." he complimented, leaning his head down to press a slow kiss to her lips.

She took the scotch from him before taking a slow sip. It helped her nerves quite a bit and gave her a bit more confidence. She'd probably need another glass of she was going to actually go through with this. He was attractive but he was going to be her first and thst made her stomach turn to knots with nerves. She wanted to be good enough so he wouldn't go looking elsewhere.

She had heard his subtle exclamation at her outfit which caused her cheeks to turn almost as red as her hair. The blush spread clear to her ears. She watched as his eyes looked over her. She felt like prey being looked at by a predator right before they bounced. The feeling sent a shiver down her spine.

"It is certainly much lighter than that dress I was wearing. Much more breathing room." She gave him a wink before giggling. His touch was warm against her skin and her body instantly reacted to the touch. She took another sip of her scotch before taking a nervous step towards him so he could continue to touch her freely without having to reach.

[thoughtfulbearpanda]

*sigh*

look some of you bout to be real mad at me...but it must said. so after reading the post by @paigeagainstdamachine where it is confirmed/alluded to that bree n nick might have had sex in the bloodwalk, something irked me.

i thought like every one else in the comments in the post that it was just an aether exchange or something. but now reading that passage they might have actually had sex. so now i cant help but wonder:

what does bree really want?

this is why i say that i can't stand love triangles because the constant back and forth she was having with both boys was just very infuriating and tiresome. like bree spends the majority of the book wanting sel to admit that he has feelings for her (the whole 'your king' convo and the 'cariad' conversation towards the end) but when she doesn't get what she wants out of sel she goes to nick (who is her safe space i understand that).

and then when it came to nick's 'betrayal' she then begins finding comfort in sel? and so quickly? and right after they had dreamscape sex? like i am selbree all the way of course, but the way the selbree kiss came soon after 'the betrayal' scene upon re-read just bothers me.

and then the line, "i meant to kiss you, sel"

but why though? like what made you want to kiss him? what changed your mind so suddenly? and the line in the chaptr where it says she wouldn't be doing this or even talking to sel if nick was there. it just.....

dont get me wrong i love the series, i love the characters but i can't help but call out some criticisms and grievances that i have with the story. the whole love triangle aspect soured the book for me but not completely. i just wish the series didnt have it. i love bree, i love her journey, and im glad that tracy is showing a character who is allowed to change her mind but

what happens when she does reunite with nick? then what? i know a lot of fans are gunning for a poly relationship but i personally dont see that happening. you can't have your cake and eat it too, especially not in a story like this where actions have consequences and the fact that the ending is alluding to some characters not surviving this journey so.... (is bree going to have make a choice?)

ik this post is all over the place but something about that eye-opening factoid just brought up some feelings

[ramdom-stupid-sketches-of-mine]

My coral island farmer OC, Fazlyn Dirynhai Base on the convo, interaction and behavior , these are her character I came up with all info i have at the time. So Imma gonna put it here for the record for future reference?? since the game have presented main personality through text, context and subtext a lot. I need to keep track of her somehow. [contain SPOILERS about questline/heart scene, convo, interaction] Here I go.

She likes starfruit. (; Luke Convo)

She can eat raw vegetables like eggplants. (; Luke and Raj Convo)

She likes making joke and puns. (; Interact with people's room and shop)

She can be 'respectful', rarely. (; Interact with Mollie's closet)

She talks a lot, even with someone she barely know. (; Leah and Mark convo)

She's yogi (; Ben convo)

She likes romantic homey dinner kind of date. (; Answer Pablo Question)

She likes eating flower than admiring one. (; Answer Scott Question)

She can be unintentionally flirt sometimes, but it just being nice in that case. (; Answer Mark Question)

She usually collapsed at night from exhaustion (; Behavior)

She worked in art field before. (; Answer Zarah Question)

She likes gossip, sometimes, of course *wink* (; Bree convo)

She can drink alcohol in little amount (; Scott's heart scene)

She likes horror movie(; Rafael's heart scene)

Other info about her.

She remembered Alice and Lily when she arrived. (; Alice and Lily favorite shown since we arrived to the town, before the farmer spoke to both of them.)

She didn't remember Nina, but they were childhood friends. (; Nina's questline)

Her name isn't her given name. (; Raj Convo). // I came up with the story that her legal name come from her nickname and her old first name, it started from she had the same name with her classmate. So, she's the one with the nickname for convenience. Then after that she kept found the incident recurring a lot, so she changed her nickname to her legal name for good. Her old first name is Lyn.

Speaker in Luke's shop is easily broken, she used to buy that speaker's brand before and it's broken in 6 months. (; Interact with top right shelf in Luke's shop.)

She also owned a clock like the one Luke sells back in Pokyo. (; Interact with bottom left shelf in Luke's shop.)

She tasted Betty's soup without permission. (; Interact with the pot in Betty's kitchen.) [imo, i want to smack her hand for that.]

Her vow in her wedding with Luke was 'Luke, a lifetime is not long enough for me to wake up every morning next to you.' (; Married day, obviously.)

Anddddd, these are my headcanons for this character. Just base on my random guess and thoughts.

She was closer to Alice than Suki when they were kids.

At some point, I think Nina, Luke, and farmer had played together, but it just 1-2 times, so only Nina can remember that. Since Luke is too young to remember the farmer and haven't been contacted with, and the farmer played with Nina more than Luke and she still didn't remember her, she doesn't good with remembering and such.

Suki, Alice, Nina, Lily and the farmer was a childhood friend group.

She hadn't talked with Tavern siblings or blacksmith brother before, from the first convo they had.

Her hair and her blue eyes come from her mother side, her mother is from San franciskyo

Her grandparents who owned the farm are on her father side, so they should be Indonesian(?).

Her parents met in Pokyo and she grew up there. That's the reason she had Pokyo accent from Leah's convo.

Her first talk with Taco, the dialog is like, '[He smells a lot like Luke]', but she hadn't speak with Luke at that point. So, she kinda buffled a bit. 'Wait, who's Luke??'

Her first rescuer for collapsed after 2 AM is Luke, I remember this because it's happened in 2nd Spring in the Year 1. So, in Year 2, the farmer gave him the locket that day, 2nd Spring.

2nd Spring in Year 3, she changed her hair as celebration of sort?? idk, it's pretty coincidence. I just wanted to change something a bit about the hair and just noticed that it that day. huh.. Wonder what will happend if I continue playing until next year.

[xtinyslip]

bree was sat with her camera out, clearly flicking through the work she had done today on her screen. she was really pleased with it, it finally felt like her photography business was beginning to take off and she couldn't have been more delighted. it had only taken years but it was a tough business and she had the patience to last it out. "oh, sorry." offering an apologetic smile as she started to clear the table to give the other person room, if they wanted to sit. it wasn't that uncommon in london, especially in a bar like this one ; she was used to it. "you can sit if you like? i was actually thinking of ordering another drink if you -- you know?" wanted to get one. @moonglowmuses

[dcynnight]

Teddy hoped to draw out the teasing some more, not just because it was amusing, but for practicality too. There were photographers and nosy people in every corner of the room, and he didn't want them to latch onto his hookups with Bree that he'd managed to keep mostly under wraps (unless you were a member of one of those gossip forums — they seemed to know almost everything). Beneath their breezy demeanor, there was a part of them that wanted to keep whatever they had with Bree all to themself. But when she beckoned for him to come with her, he couldn't just... not. She had that effect on Teddy. They spared one last glance at the stage, hoping the live performance would be enough to distract nosy people as they left the room. "Shit," he said, glancing around as he followed her to her car. "You know, it's not fun having a boner in these designer pants. They're tight as fuck. That's not very nice of you, Bree."

This was the Teddy she knew and loved, always quick to banter with her and keep her on her toes. She couldn't stop her own grin from spreading over her face and giving a light hearted laugh. "I'm glad you agree, we'll have to go to greece some other time then." She could picture it now, the two of them hitting up only the best of clubs together, sneaking out so they wouldn't get caught by reporters. lounging on beautiful beaches. Bree's eyes fell to their arm that they just so happened to flex, heat rising up her neck and reaching her cheeks at the sight of it. She had to admit, in this outfit Teddy looked really good. She could only image how good they'd look with their clothes tossed onto her bedroom floor. Bree raised her eyebrow before giving teddy a wink. "Actually, I wasn't planning on wearing anything." She smirked. She turned, beckoning them to follow her outside to the car she'd requested to come and pick her up. "You coming?"

[thebookoflcve]

"You know you're about to start up something when you walk in with a grin like that." Tyler leaned back along the counter with a languid smirk. The place didn't seem as barren since he had pushed it onto Bree to maintain and dress. A mansion on a hillside seemed too cliche to live such a lonely life. "I won't be here for all that long, we're going to bat for a really promising all rounder from Japan, so I have to ask you to continue to babysit this house and Lucy." @drxnkandhxgh

[multifairyus]

Missing Fluff Moments in Volition

Like…the intimacy Briana and Selwyn share in that sliver of time they have together post Mesmer reveal, root sharing and firefly kiss but before the Regents arrive? I just think Tracy really coulda given them a week or at least a day or two in Volition post kiss like damn 😭 ik YA pacing has to be breakneck and also we have to let Nick have a chance in book three but like…can they get a BREAK?? imagine what those extra days of no lies, no secrets between them…

I can clearly see them making sweet, tender love to each other and also can see them jumping each other’s bones…and that is a different post entirely. But outside of sheer sexuality like just CONSIDER:

• Bree sharing Sel’s bed before sunrise ands she needs to get back to the main house? Looking him in the eyes and telling him she trusts he wouldn’t do anything she didn’t want to do? Sel unsure if he’s on the precipice of Demonia or the closest to humanity he’s ever been. Experiencing and acting on emotions he’s had so long…he is self loathing, touch starved, and deeply, deeply devoted my heart can’t take this—

• Another sparring match… The banter, the teasing? I for one want Bree to unexpectedly pin Sel down with Arthur’s strength. Yeah. YEAH.

• Bree seeing Sel’s relationship to aether post root sharing change you cannot tell me she wasn’t gazing at him lovingly while his head was titled back looking at his firework aether show. Magic signature scents/magical attunement to each other convo part 2??

• I’m still waiting for Sel being able to play the violin (that’s canon right? Did I hallucinate that?) to come into play. I feel like Aunt Lu has a fiddle somewhere and is probably off the grid as far as entertainment goes…prehaps a campfire concert? Or a private one for Bree? (Side note: Valec challenging Sel to a silly fiddle off to “The Devil went Down to Georgia” a la Guitar Hero 3? Someone PLEASE write that crack I will pay you—)

• Generally experimenting with aether—idk what exactly but just non lethal things. Can they just make cute shit together? Root sharing is in a similar vein but I’m sorry that escalates so fast my man is literally drunk off of her and she can feel his gaze intensify—I…I can’t even think of something fluffy it’s just—SCREAMS INTERNALLY

• Our beloved homosexual supporting cast, William and Alice, talking shit and theorizing over the dinner table when their friends keep disappearing oh my god they’re not even subtle about it?? Frankly I want a POV of them just WITNESSING the tension between them. During fights is the most interesting but also quiet moments of rest and healing

Demonia’s Descent has a sultry vibes fosho but had to have some manipulative, possessive energy folded in for the ✨theme✨. It’s musical genres are alt/rock/pop/synth which I think lines up too.

But like…I need the devotion and admiration energy. I need some R&B/neo soul/jazzy vibes…Maxwell, Sade, H.E.R., Xavier Omär…i stand ten toes down in my selections but there aren’t many black artists in Demonia’s Descent…I’m this👌🏾 freaking close to curating a Volition Brelwyn playlist oh my god oh my god oh my god—Update: I did it >:D