#but like the idea of taking something toxic and growing into something beautiful and also tall from it. arcade... i thinks about him

[termagax]

IS THIS TRUE ABOUT SUNFLOWERS

[elsecrytt]

Professional (Kento Nanami)

A gift for @eevwrites <3

Summary: Kento Nanami is your OBGYN. The father... isn't present for this journey, but that's okay. Nanami always takes care of his patients.

Warnings: Themes of pregnancy, parenthood discussion of abortion, childbirth (semi-graphic), paternal abandonment, toxic relationships, yandere.

Reader is pregnant and WANTS the baby. Nanami is 1000% feminist, he just also happens to be a yandere sdfhslghg

Nanami Kento considers himself an excellent physician, even if some would call his bedside manner 'gruff'.

Obstetrics and gynecology is a sensitive subject for many and he stives, every day, to maintain the height of professional decorum.

As a professional and as a physician, he would never admit to having a favorite patient.

As a man, something soars inside his chest whenever you walk into his clinic.

You're so young to be a mother - that was his first assessment, though of course he'd never say as much out loud.

As your doctor, he asks questions purely on the basis of being able to provide the best care possible. The more he knows about your circumstances, the more assistance he can offer.

That was the first time he'd felt that warmth in his chest - the look of utter relief and gratitude in your eyes, nearly tearing up.

Nanami watches you try to compose yourself, discreetly slides the tissues closer to you as you tell him a much-shortened version of your story.

The father isn't present because he doesn't want anything to do with this child.

It's a disheartening tale, made no less so by the fact that he himself had always dreamed of being a father.

At a young age, he'd discovered that he was completely sterile. So becoming a doctor and delivering them had felt like the closes he could get.

But there's this glow in your face. A sheepish sort of smile accompanied by a little tear and a "I know it's stupid, but I've just always wanted to be a mom, and have a family, and - well. Anyways, I want this baby."

And he could be excused if his heart is moved a little. It's not professional, but is it professional when he holds the hand of a woman whose husband was too nervous to come into the room with her?

It it professional when he gives a woman one of his rarest smiles, tells her she's doing great, she'll see her baby soon?

It it professional how his heart leaps as the infant starts crowning, how it races in his chest as he helps to deliver this new life into the world?

It is professional when he assures worried mothers that they're still beautiful, that their bodies are perfectly natural and healthy even if they never appear identical to how they were before?

Professional is not always what's best for his patients. And being a good doctor means being what his patients need, not the model of a distant physician.

So Nanami doesn't think about being professional when he reaches out to hold your hand, telling you with a smile that he'll help you get through with this.

He provides resources, walks you through getting aid from different programs, helps you in any way he can. Above and beyond.

So what if he's blurring lines? You're his patient. You're all alone in this journey. He's the only one here to help you through this. Of course he'll go the extra mile to help.

Nanami is only human. He could be excused for having a favorite patient.

He watches you grow more and more anxious as your body changes. He prescribes you sleep aids, nausea medication, prenatal vitamins.

When you get the ultrasound, he's the first person you show it to. You tell him with a laugh that he's the only one so far, and he can't help but embrace you, boundaries be damned.

It's beautiful. You're having a girl, a beautiful baby girl, and he's sure she'll look just like you. He asks you what names you're thinking of and you're bursting with ideas to tell him.

It occurs to him, heartbreakingly, that you're the only person he has to share this with.

So animated, so creative and full of life. How could anyone abandon a wonderful young woman like you? Who wouldn't want you in their life?

Security lets him know that there's a man who's been waiting outside the clinic. They've seen you arguing with him - gone out to break things up, too.

Your conversations with him grow more hesitant. You're nervous, and he's perhaps a little pushy in asking why, reminding you that stress isn't good for the baby.

You laugh sheepishly (why? why are you always so demure? you act like you're just waiting to be struck down. it terrifies him.), telling him that 'the father' has recently come back into your life, and you're not sure.

There's a little sigh you make that tells him he's in, you're about to spill. And he doesn't like what he hears.

Your boyfriend - ex-boyfriend - didn't want the baby at all at first. He blew up at you, telling you to get an abortion, or get dumped.

Obviously, you kept the child, and he'd summarily left. You stumble on your words and Nanami wonders just how amicable that parting was.

Apparently, he's outside the clinic now to "reconcile". His parents, traditional and wealthy folk, have threatened to cut him off. He's talking about getting married now, you mention with a bitter laugh.

It doesn't pass his notice, the contemplative nature of your tone, how you pause and look away before you rub your neck and mention something about how you shouldn't be so harsh, he's trying and it was selfish of you to want to keep the baby when you knew he didn't want it.

Something dark and terrible boils up inside him at the thought. He has never, ever tried to sway a woman for or against terminating a pregnancy, only informed them.

And he comes across them every day. Men like this, who thought women and their pregnancies were props, mere fixtures in their lives to be taken down or put up whenever they wanted.

What he wouldn't give to have a child of his own. To deliver a baby and just... keep it in his arms, knowing he would take that fragile, teary creature home. Knowing he would watch it grow up alongside the woman it came from.

You laugh it off, haltingly. Ask Nanami, with your head hung low, if he knows any programs you can sign up for, or places that sell prenatal vitamins at a discount.

Nanami tries very hard to ignore the thought that springs up in the back of his mind.

I could take care of you. I would take care of you.

He ignores the thoughts, dismisses them, and then the daydreams start.

It's not like he doesn't have money. He's a doctor. There's money in the bank, but what does he have? Working long hours every day only to come back to an empty home, empty bed.

Empty life. No friends, no family, just work, work, work.

And it's for a reason. He loves his job, he loves helping you - women like you. He spends his days caring for women and their pregnancies, only to deliver and hand off the child to another man.

But these men wouldn't take better care of these children than him. Who could take better care of your aches and pains and struggles than him? Who could understand you, empathize with you, support you like he could?

It's not the man that lurks outside the clinic with an angry look on his face. The man who discarded you like trash, and now wants to pick you back up like a misplaced toy.

So Nanami makes a choice. You're his favorite patient, after all.

He doesn't want to do this. He's a doctor, he's sworn to do no harm. But some things are simply inexcusable.

Nanami's done a lot of favors for a lot of people. One Fushiguro Toji, whose wife he saved on the operating table, one well-connected former classmate Gojo Satoru, and the man disappears.

You come to him the next day, crying. Tears in your eyes. Your former boyfriend - the one who said he would reconcile, the one who wanted to see your daughter - he didn't show up.

He takes one of your hands in his, nodding and humming at all the right parts. Sympathy pouring out through his eyes.

It's terrible to see you like this. It really is. You never deserved this, none of it. You're an angel, really, heaven-sent, and you'll be such a wonderful mother, once the baby arrives.

But since he's dead, it's not as if his name needs to be on the birth certificate. You could put any name you wanted on there. That's for later, though.

Right now you need comfort and reassurance. You need someone to take charge, to help you through this, and he's been the one doing that this whole time.

You've been on your own, trying so hard, waiting for a man who didn't deserve you to come back and treat you with basic human dignity. And Nanami had spared you that fate.

One day, you'll be grateful things turned out like this. For now, he just holds you, strokes your back while you cry, shushes you.

Nanami smiles to himself. It isn't professional.

It isn't professional, but being professional comes second to being a good doctor. To being the person you needed in your life.

Based on your delivery date... he's quite sure he could make it a June wedding.

[monstersholygrail]

A monster boyfriend would be fantastic.... Can you imagine him coming to your defense when you have a toxic parent? I'm on the obese side but very short. Last night......a parent called me lazy and fat....despite my efforts t olose weight for health reasons. Now, I feel too scared to eat.

I cried so hard, and wish I had some intimidating boyfriend that would've made my mom shut up and come to my defense. Also, I feel like monsters would not care so much about human standards of beauty. (Even at my healthiest weight, I wasn't like stick thin)

Oh, hunny, I feel you. I’m in the same boat. I’m so sorry you went through that. You are absolutely beautiful the way you are. Do what you need for your health but know that being skinny doesn’t equal being healthy. Please eat, love, because making sure you’re eating all your meals is a part of health. I know that a monster would love you no matter what and would embrace you entirely.

I’ve been through a similar experience and I know I would’ve loved to read something to comfort me so I hope this can comfort you <3

Perfection to Me

Monster bf x chubby fem!reader - tw fatphobia, toxic parent[ing], hurt/comfort, protective bf, body worshipping, multiple orgasms, creampie

You had been so excited. You had recently gotten your very first boyfriend and you were so excited to introduce him to your family and friends.

Of course, all of your friends had been a bit surprised when they first met and they were faced with a huge and intimidating monster. But in reality, your monster bf was the sweetest man you had ever met. He was protective and he cared for you more than you ever could’ve imagined.

And he proved it to you time and time again how seriously he took your courtship. How deeply he considered you already to be his mate. Not shying away from using the term regularly.

All of this just drove your excitement to the point where you couldn’t wait to introduce him to your mother. To show her you’d finally found someone.

That excitement slowly dwindled. More and more as the night went on. It had all been going so well. Your mother greeted your monster bf with delight. Clearly happy, if not surprised, by his presence. It was easily overlooked.

But then the comments started. Snide in-passing comments. Comments about your relationship, your weight, and worst of all your eats habits.

You focus on staring down at the table, trying to keep your tears at bay. Having been so used to swallowing down these comments without a retort. Luckily your monster bf isn’t.

A loud slamming of fists rattles the dinner table, causing you to look at your bf with a sharp gasp. From the corner of your eye you can see your mother do the same.

“Who do you think you are?” Your bf snaps, his hands clenched. Only barely holding back his simmering rage.

Word after word he had been tortured by your mother’s lashing tongue. He had no idea how you must be feeling. But after seeing the tears in your eyes he could no longer sit back and take it.

“Excuse me?” Your mother asks, eyes wide and partially frightened by the aura which radiated from your monster bf.

“Was I not clear?! Who do you think you are to be speaking to my mate like that?” He questions, standing up. Only making his form that much more intimidating to witness. Not willing to listen to any bullshit from your mother.

“Well, I.. I am her mother!” Your mother replies weakly, visibly shrinking back in her chair.

“I have known mothers that eat their young who are kinder than you,” your bf lashes out, claws sinking into his own skin. You wince seeing it, your worry for him growing. Not wanting him to hurt himself because of her.

“How dare you!” Your mother shrieks, hand clutching her chest.

“Baby, plea-“

“No!” Your bf snarls, head whipping to face you, and stopping the excuse from leaving your lips. His arm joining it to stop you from reaching for him.

But as his eyes meet yours, they immediately soften. He leans down, licking and nuzzling into your cheek in a silent apology.

“I will not stand idly by and watch as an insignificant disrespects you,” his voice rumbles into your skin as he moves down to your neck, scenting you. Marking you as his to care for now.

“Insignificant!”

Monster bf tenses hearing your mother’s voice again. Returning to his full height he glowers down at her.

“It is a mother’s job to nurture and protect,” he states simply, making his opinion of her treatment of you quite clear.

“I am protecting her! Protecting her from herself and from everyone out there,” your mother finally snaps. Standing up from the table even in the face of your bf.

Your bf bristles, needing to pause for a moment. Ensuring he doesn’t lose control of himself. After a silent beat he slowly walks around the table and towers over her.

“In this moment you are a far greater enemy to her than anything she will face out in the world…”

You watch as his words sink in. Your mother’s face growing pale and her mouth finally staying closed.

When he’s sure she won’t try and reply, your monster bf moves around her, heading back to you. He holds out his hand which you take without hesitation. Your heart nearly beating out of your chest.

It’s only when your bf immediately reaches with his free hand to wipe softly at your cheeks do you realize you had been crying.

“Come, sweet mate. I think it’s time we leave,” he says lowly as he gathers you up in his arms. You don’t even think about resisting, just letting your bf swiftly lead you out of the home.

You could tell your monster bf was angry. He was furious. And it showed in the way he ravishes you the moment you two get home.

As soon as the door closes behind you he’s plucking you up from the floor with ease and throwing your body gently down on the bed. Endless praises leave his lips, clearly setting out to replace every mean word your mother had uttered throughout the night.

He peels your clothes off slowly, despite the fact he was practically shaking with his restraint. Revealing your beautiful big body inch by inch. As soon as you are bare he pounces on you, showing how much he treasures every curve of your body.

His face nuzzles into your thick neck as he grinds his cock against your pussy lips, all while telling you how hard you make him. Not stopping until you come apart, dousing his length with your essence.

He makes sure to take care of every inch of you. Moving down to latch onto your nipples. Sucking and massaging at your supple flesh until you gush all over the sheets from the toe-curling stimulation. Your body spent but your monster bf not having finished with you, evident by the feral glint in his eye.

Taking his time, setting his own aching need aside, to slowly kiss down the curve of your stomach. His claws digging into your sides and loving how you fill up his hands.

Though his hands suddenly have a far better use as they spread your meaty thighs for him. He dives right in, stuffing his face into your fat pussy and completely smothering himself in your folds. His tongue devouring you like you’re the only thing he’ll ever want to eat again.

Fingers joining soon after, needing to fill you up even deeper as his tongue laps up your essence. His hand and mouth work in total sync till your body is shaking with the need to cum. His mouth sucks greedily at your clit while his fingers curl along your walls. As soon as he finds that sweet spot within you, you’re erupting all over his tongue. White dots briefly clouding your vision from the intensity.

Monster bf barely gives you a moment to breathe as he rises onto his knees, that look in his eyes only growing darker with each orgasm that overtakes you. His eyes rake over your limp form.

“You are perfection,” he breathes out before finally sinking into your tight cunt. You both moan as your bodies connect, your back arching as you show off that body that’s so beautiful to him.

He can’t hold back any longer as he furiously fucks his cock into you, bodies slapping together in perfect harmony. Growls and deep rumbling noises escaping him as your body brings him a pleasure he’s never otherwise experienced.

Together you two bring each other to orgasm after orgasm, never getting enough of each other. It’s not until neither of you can physically not move that you take a break.

“You hungry, love?” He asks as you two lay back on the bed, limbs completely wrapped around each other.

“Hmm, no. Not really,” you reply quietly, your appetite not quite having returned after dinner was interrupted. Monster bf senses this, his lip quivering as he visibly holds back a growl.

“Well, what if we change the venue, huh? You can eat off of me,” he suggests, a lighthearted smugness moving across his features. His free arm moving to rest behind his head while the other keeps a firm grip on you.

“Oh, well that changes things then,” you say through your laughter. Your bfs smugness grows as he shifts down and spreads out across the bed. Showing off his body to you. A body that’s goal is to give you more pleasure than you could dream of.

“Yeah, it does. You can eat a fucking feast off of me…” your bf says with a grin, all in order to bring more of that sweet laughter out of you. To have it tickle his senses. He’d do anything to make you laugh. He leans down and nibbles at your neck, causing you to giggle lightly. That’s it. “And that’s exactly what I plan to have you do.”

Monster bf doesn’t given you any time to respond before he’s back to kissing the daylights out of you.

[psychelis-new]

pick a pile: "I love you because..."

take a breath and choose the photo or number that calls you the most to read a love confession for you. it could be a friend, a colleague, someone you help/ed, a family member, your guides or ancestors, your higher self or your present/future partner/spouse. meditate to put yourself in a receiving mode and go check your one, dear soul. enjoy your Valentine's day: whether you feel lonely or not, whether you are in a relationship or not, know that you are deeply loved.

if you rather get a message from your present/future partner/spouse, check my instagram @/psychelis.new

don’t take the reading too seriously. only take what resonates with you and leave the rest. if you're not called by any pile, let this reading slid as it may not hold messages for you. if you're called by more than one pile, there may be messages in each of those piles. remember that is a general reading and some things may not resonate with you. energies can change and readings are based on present ones (as you read); you're always in charge of your life.

(photos found on unsplash)

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pile 1

I love you of a quiet pure respectful love, because you're strong and brave and you taught me that struggles can be overcome and new goals can always be reached. You taught me a lot also about love and friendship: maybe you don't know, but I have been going through a very tough situation and finding you/having you near, listening to you, helped me so much. You were (and are) like a dream come true to me. You made me stronger, inspired me and helped me move on with a lot of confidence and hopefulness more, and I'll always be thankful to you for this. I am not sure you know about this, about my feelings, I always look at you from a distance and freeze in awe in front of your kindness and beautiful smile. I would like to approach you and thank you personally but I am not sure you would accept it from me. I am still afraid to be abandoned or to disappoint you but I am sure one day I will be able to change this also thanks to you. One day I will be bold enough and thank you properly. I am working to get ready for that day and have no more fear.

[more symbols/signs: fairytales, children, The Little Prince (the dialogue with the fox in particular), fox, star, comets; could be friend, sb in your same school/job place crushing on you, ex, -online- admirer, childhood friend/crush; I'm getting lot of school-related/young energy, could even be a student if you're a teacher or sth; it seems someone who isn't used to kindness and gentleness/support and bc of this you made them addicted to this side of yours]

song: fetish | selena gomez, gucci mane

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pile 2

I love you because you guide me and give me peace. Your voice is like a tender sound calming my nerves, your words are warm and embracing me anytime I need love. You came up unexpectedly and brought the wind of change with you, a warm tender soft one that caresses me and plays with my hair making me smile of a peaceful smile. Something I could hardly experience before. I love you because you help me feel better and change/grow for the better. You've helped me cleansing from my toxic past and you made me see things from a different perspective. Like in a snap of fingers, everything went from chaos to calm, in my mind and in my heart. You always know what to say to bring me back on my feet, to balance me, and you guide me in every move I take. I am thankful for having you by my side, my true anchor and gentle loving sister soul. Never cease to speak to me, I love listening to your ideas and words, you always sing the most beautiful song in my ears, just for me to listen to.

[more symbols/signs: water, emotions, rain/rainy day, wind, sound, dreamcatcher, weather vane, bells, air signs; possible strong mental/5d connection; could be a soulmate (romantic or platonic), also a colleague or family member/ancestor or your partner's higher self]

song: every breath you take | denmark + winter

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pile 3

I love you because amidst all of the chaos, there you were and still are. I love you cause you always wear a smile and try to keep your joy with you, and share it around. I love you cause of your sweet tender habit to dance and turn around everytime you're happy. I love you for all the beauty you bring with you, even if you cannot see it. I love your regal side and your cute side. I love all the different people you are, especially your curios self, never ceasing to learn more of what's around you (please keep yourself safe). I love how you can lose yourself daydreaming about love and what's next for you, but also how you are so easy to distract... Maybe you should focus more, yes, but who cares? I like to distract you too cause when you notice you always get so pouty and offended with me and that's so very cute. Please try to let go of the past, trust yourself. I know you hurt still, but better things will come and you know it too. Don't let the anxiety/worries take over you, stay confident and trust that all will be great. I will also help you make it so.

[more signs/symbols: crowds, -long time- friend/s, studying together, raincoat, jeans, flirting; feels a classmate or friend -maybe a group of friends-, possibly someone crushing on you; young energy but especially from you here so the person/people could be "older" for some of you]

song: golden hour | jvke

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pile 4

I love you because that's what I was born for. I love you cause that's my duty, to care for you and protect you. But I also love you because you resemble me: you're determined, confident and you work for your dreams. You don't let anything or anyone bring you down and even if you don't feel this way now, I know you have it inside of you. You just need to believe again in all that you really are, you just need to remember who you really are. Let me in, let me help you remember it all. Let me help you give you your power back. We can have it all again, together. Don't let the demons you have learned to live with, govern you: you're the one in charge of putting them back to their place. You're the one able to give yourself all that you want, love included. Take care of you, give yourself breaks and get ready: a lot is in store for us. I'm sorry you have/had to wait so much. Please forgive me.

[more symbols/signs: vinyl, music, nostalgia, dancing, gala, Europe, dresses, castle, deep heart connection; possible past life connection (around 1700-1800 centuries; kingdoms); power couple; possible ex/situationship that now is on hold or future partner/spouse, guides/ancestors/departed pet or higher self; in all honesty the first message I got is the last line I wrote. Much more than the reasons they love you for, they wanted you to know how much they long for you now]

song: in the name of love | bebe rexha, martin garrix

[extremely-judgemental]

Subtext is completely lost in this fandom. I partly blame SJM for it. This is a rant from both reading and writing standpoint and leans towards the characters since I like to psychoanalyse them.

The one thing that tired me the most in these books is the excessive narration. I don’t mean the wordy description to support world-building but the never-ending monologues. SJM takes ‘show, don’t tell’ advice literally with the visual cues when it should apply to the characters and their personalities as well. Where subtext usually exposes depth of these characters and lets you decide who they are, SJM strips away that chance by writing it down for you word by word. The reason so many are going with 'in the book' argument is exactly this.

Here’s what I mean.

In real life, people don’t think linearly. They have an idea about themselves as much as they have about everyone else around them. There are self-imposed restrictions on their thoughts based on who they believe to be and who they strive to be. And it shows in their interaction with outside world. Say, when someone is ashamed of their actions, they will deny it for as long as possible. Someone who regrets something, they will sugarcoat it.

But in her books, her characters think clearly—way too clearly so that you latch onto the ideas she perpetuates. You don’t get to know them based on their thoughts, words, and actions, and see how these three support each other. You don't get a chance to draw conclusions as to if they are the hero/villain and good/evil based on their actions. If their behaviours match their words or if their choices are acceptable. Because SJM sets it in words for you. The characters come with a label beforehand. (Feyre, Rhysand and Inner Circle are good guys. Tamlin, Eris and Nesta, sometimes Lucien are evil.) It's why so many toxic and abusive themes are dismissed because it’s the 'good guy' or the 'morally grey guy’ who does it.

And so, her lead or ‘good’ characters fall flat since they have everything figured out. They know themselves inside out. They are never wrong about themselves, there’s no part they hide from themselves or the others. There’s nothing for you to read and identify the beauty or ugliness in the character. There’s no depth in them because they don’t contradict themselves, they don’t struggle to be someone they always believed to be. They don’t have to prove anything to themselves or others. They say what they think and they do what they say. They are very aware of their shortcomings and they all seem to know the exact consequences of their decisions.

Feyre doesn’t change in the three books. Her ‘rags to riches’ story doesn’t lead to much character growth. She starts out as an adamant, reckless child and ends up being arrogant, reckless woman with a crown. She doesn’t undergo a shift in personality but climbs up the social hierarchy. And that’s considered character development. Rhysand remains the same throughout. He starts out as a villain but later revealed as a good guy playing bad. Instead of growing into a hero—given his crimes, his ill deeds are negated with sympathetic backstory. And from there, it’s a flat line. There’s no growth.

In the end how does the character change in the aftermath of the events? Which of their beliefs are shattered and rebuilt? What is the emotional impact on the other characters? SJM does offer some closure on these regards but they are solely focused on a list of traumas and specific reactions set by SJM herself. And so readers refuse to think for themselves how these scenarios may play out and take the words relayed through the unreliable narrators who are essentially preaching SJM’s biases. Also, when they are so explicitly written down, there’s not much room for subtext. After going through pages and pages of justification, it tires you from using reason.

Even if we get past this (writing) flaw, there are other major issues. Story telling is a way of experiencing life. It helps build empathy, compassion and understanding of the world. Even in a fantasy book, when that world doesn’t exist, when the characters aren’t real, their journey are drawn from real life experiences. Relating to these characters is subjective and solely depends on the reader, but determining the rightness of their actions is not. This too is warped as SJM dictates which behaviour is acceptable and how far through her lead characters(Feyre vs Nesta imprisonment). Instead of allowing you to judge the choices, the verdict is spoon-fed through the ‘hero’. If the characters are forgiven, it’s not abuse. It’s a simple mistake. (It’s a mistake if it happens once and if there’s a changed behaviour after the apology.) If the characters are happy in the end, their acts are admissible. Unless SJM stamps the word ‘abuser’ and ‘bad guy’ in block letters herself(Tamlin), it's not even considered a possibility.

In short, in this fandom, ‘reading between the lines’ is acceptable as long as it supports what the author preaches. When it contradicts ‘it’s in the books’. Logic is valid only if you use it to justify the fan favourites and applaud them. Empathy is conditional. Compassion is conditional. Critical thinking is so discouraged that it’s pitiful.

[illumnis]

finish line. — you and alhaitham are not friends, far from it. you're not exactly lovers either; so why does he decide to take ten steps back and settle for aquaintances?

pairing: alhaitham x gn!reader

warnings: kinda toxic? idk to each and their own, he's just really emotionally ignorant, mentions of non-sexual nudity, angst, unedited

note: look what i'm back with (i am so sorry this is bad,,, i haven't written in AGES), also happy summer i am officially not a highschooler anymore!

alhaitham is efficient. he decides what is considered more work than necessary and greatly succeeds with the basic necessities. this also means that alhaitham has every intention to finish what he starts and only starts what he knows he can finish.

alhaitham also holds your hand so you can fall asleep at night despite the nightmares that plague your imagination, but he leaves before you can wake up. alhaitham helps you scrub away the finely ground sand off of your sweaty body after a research project done on the dunes residing in the sumerian desert, even allowing you to do the same to him, but he always rejects your offer to cook him dinner afterwards in celebration of the grueling excursion. alhaitham whispers how you're devastatingly beautiful as he washes your hair without care if you hear him or not, but he can't bring himself to help you dry it.

for once in his life, alhaitham has started something he can't bring himself to finish.

he wonders why you're bitter all of a sudden. how you can't bring yourself to look at him in the eyes anymore, how you walk a step behind him instead of a linked pace, how you don't let him touch your hair anymore, how you don't invite him over or ask if you can tag along on his journeys to the desert.

you're avoiding him and he blames his irritation on the fact that friends aren't supposed to brush each other off.

you're not entirely sure when the two of you started treading the line between acceptable and having alhaitham push you away, but the unspoken agreement was that this was all it was going to be. you're not like alhaitham. often times, you walk the world on your terms, which must be why you now found yourself on the opposing side of the agreement.

who can blame you? he's seen you, flesh and bone. under your clothes and to your heart. he's seen you, your rampant imagination, both the good and the bad parts. he's seen you most vulnerable, stating that even this side of you is worth adoring.

the waiting game was a exhausting one, even before, you knew he'd be the last person to bring your... situation with him up; which is why you settle for slowly stretching the strings of your relationship until they snap, and you never have to look back.

or that was at least the idea until you were crying behind the akademiya over an offhanded comment that your least favourite professor had made about you. he was there, somehow he always is, and he was holding you. his warmth was the same as it had been since you had last invited him over, which only made you cry more. had your absence not frosted his heart over at least a little?

by the time you're done crying, you are no longer in his arms and he looks at you with a mixture of hurt and comfort. something vengeful in you is satisfied that you have given him a taste of how he leaves you.

"i'll always be here when you need me, yn, regardless of if you choose to stop being acquainted with me or not."

somehow, his reassuring words do the opposite and the vengeful spirit in you grows.

"then why can't you let me need you all the time? what's stopping you from letting us rely on each other? it's not like you act like we don't already."

this seals his lips and a subtle frown paints itself over his them and something inside you aches. you have always prided yourself in being able to bring the most emotion out of him that anyone has in years. now, you are stuck with pitiful expressions; frowns nonetheless.

it's a heavy silence that takes over the atmosphere before you've decided that whether you hear his answer or not, you'll still hear your glass heart shatter. so you move to get up.

"i can't take the risk. not yet." it flows out of his mouth so naturally. almost like he's been waiting for your confrontation.

"risk? what risk, alhaitham? look at what you've started, you've already taken it," you're fuming, a new level of self-loathing filling your being at the idea of you being so naive to believe that someone who can't even call you a friend could be full of love, "either finish what you've started, or destroy it before you lose yourself in it."

alhaitham's silence elicits a scoff from your lips and you're grateful you had shaken yourself out of his touch earlier, or else you'd find yourself back at square one; forgiving him and asking once more if he'd let you make him dinner hoping his answer would be different.

you'll help him out one last time, you guess. walking away as he doesn’t spare you a glance, stuck in the position that was meant to comfort you, only for it to end whatever mess he had started.

navi. mlist.

[oceandolores]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 | chapter 16

dbf!joel miller x female reader

"Tag, you're it."

summary: the dark truth came

warnings: 18+ only, Minors DNI, AU, No outbreak. (TW) mentions of substance abuse/alcohol use disorder, adult content, religion abuse, violence, blood gore, mentions of death, sexual abuse, sexual content, domestic violences, pedophilia, cannibalism, human trafficking, dad's best friend!Joel, HUGE age gap (i will not specify her exact age, but she's legal and Joel is 49), daddy issues, mentions of toxic family dynamic, Joel is widowed, Ellie is 16, angst, smut A LOT, forbidden relationship, soft and protective Joel, innocent and pure reader. your last name is Gibson. any other details will be explain throughout the story. inspired by the album Preacher's daughter by Ethel Cain and also mix with lana del rey vibes.

CHAPTER 16

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The grand façade of the five-star hotel in Atlanta towers above you, its glass exterior reflecting the city’s vibrant energy as you and Joel step inside.

The lobby is an opulent display of marble and gold, with plush furnishings inviting you to sink into their comfort. A bellboy takes your bags, and the moment the door to your suite closes behind you, the weight of the world seems to lift, leaving you with the soft hum of luxury.

You can hardly contain your exhaustion from the long drive, and the bed calls to you like a siren. As you collapse onto the plush mattress, you let out a sigh of relief.

The softness envelops you, cradling your tired body. “I thought we were running low on money?” you ask, glancing over at Joel as he leans against the door, a playful smirk on his lips.

“Yeah, well,” he says, his voice low and reassuring, “you don’t need to worry about that. Your well-being is important to me.” With that, he strides over, climbing onto the bed beside you.

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. His warmth washes over you, and as he leans in, his lips brush against yours, igniting a spark that flares into a heated kiss.

You both lose yourselves in the moment, the world outside fading into a distant memory as you make out, the kisses growing deeper and more fervent, your bodies fitting together like two puzzle pieces. After a blissful five or seven minutes, you pull away, breathless and smiling.

“Tomorrow is your birthday,” you remind him, your eyes sparkling with mischief. “What do you want, mister?”

“Just you,” he replies, his tone serious yet tender, a glimmer of something deeper in his gaze.

You chuckle softly, shaking your head. “But you already have me.”

“Then I don’t need anything else,” he insists, his sincerity wrapping around your heart like a warm blanket.

You can’t help but tease him, your fingers playfully ruffling his hair as you sit up. “C’mon, be serious. Do you want something? You gave me this beautiful necklace for my birthday. I want to give you something.”

Joel hugs you tighter, his arms strong and protective around you. “Baby, you don’t need to do that…”

But you’re persistent, determined to show your love in a way that feels tangible. “Maybe tonight, I’ll buy you something around here,” you say, the idea of surprising him bubbling up excitement in your chest.

As the sun begins to dip toward the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, you both spend the morning and afternoon wrapped up in each other’s arms.

You explore the depths of passion, losing track of time in the sanctuary of your room. You love how he makes you feel—desired, cherished, and utterly safe.

By the time your knees feel weak and your body is pleasantly sore, the late afternoon sun spills golden light through the window, casting a soft glow around the room.

Joel eventually decides it’s time to venture out, to treat you to something special. “I have a surprise for you,” he says, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes.

He hands you a beautifully wrapped package, and when you open it, a stunning dress spills out—silky and elegant, in a deep emerald green that complements your eyes perfectly.

“Joel,” you breathe, taken aback by his thoughtfulness. “It’s gorgeous!”

“Put it on, doll,” he encourages, watching you with a smile as you slip into the dress. The fabric feels luxurious against your skin, and you twirl in front of the mirror, the dress swirling around you like a dream.

Hand in hand, you walk to the restaurant he’s chosen, the path lined with flickering street lamps and bustling with life. The atmosphere is electric, filled with laughter and the clinking of glasses, and as you step into the fancy restaurant, the scent of gourmet dishes wafts through the air.

Joel’s hand on the small of your back feels like an anchor, grounding you as you navigate the elegance of the evening. You catch glimpses of couples enjoying their meals, laughter and conversation mingling in the air like a sweet perfume. Joel leads you to a cozy table adorned with candles that flicker softly in the dim light, creating an intimate atmosphere.

As you sit down, your heart swells with gratitude. Here, in this moment, you feel cherished and adored, cocooned in the warmth of Joel’s affection.

As you both settle in, the waiter brings the drinks first—a vibrant cocktail for you, a robust whiskey for Joel. The glimmer of the glass catches the candlelight, sending dancing reflections across the table waiting for the foods you both ordered.

You take a sip, the sweetness swirling in your mouth like a warm embrace, but your attention drifts to a family seated at the table across from you.

The sight of them—two children, a boy and a girl, with laughter spilling from their lips and the warmth of belonging wrapping around them like a cozy blanket—stirs something deep within you.

You feel a pang of yearning that echoes in the hollow spaces of your heart. Oh, how you wish for that kind of life with Joel.

A home filled with love, where you could nurture little ones, providing them with the warmth and affection that was so cruelly absent from your own childhood.

You’ve always wanted a family—a sanctuary of laughter and joy, where the walls would hold stories of adventure, and every room would resonate with the echoes of happy memories.

You envision tiny feet padding softly across the floor, their innocent giggles dancing through the air like music, filling your home with life. You want to heal the wounds of your past by giving your children the kind of love you’ve never felt—by being the parent you always needed.

But a shadow of doubt clouds your mind. Is Joel ready for this? Does he even want more children after everything he’s lost? The memory of his daughter, Sarah, still clings to him like a bittersweet fragrance, a reminder of love that was once vibrant but has now dimmed.

What if he doesn’t want to marry you? The thought sends a shiver down your spine, tightening your chest as anxiety settles in. You know that asking him could change everything, and the fear of his answer lingers in the air like a fragile butterfly, ready to take flight at the slightest disturbance.

Lost in your thoughts, you stare into your glass, watching the ice clink softly against the sides. You consider broaching the topic but hesitate, the weight of your desires pulling at your heart.

Should you risk this beautiful moment for the sake of your dreams? You know you’re still young, yet the longing for a life shared with him swells within you, demanding to be heard.

“Hon?” Joel’s voice cuts through the fog of your reverie, pulling you back to the present. You meet his gaze, the warmth in his brown eyes a grounding force. “What’s wrong?” he asks, his brow furrowing in concern.

The question lingers in the air, an invitation to delve deeper into your thoughts. You feel the delicate thread of hope intertwining with your fears, the two battling for dominance in your mind.

Maybe it’s time to talk about this—to share the dreams that swirl around in your heart like autumn leaves caught in a gentle breeze.

“Nothing, really,” you reply, your voice soft as you gather the courage to speak your truth. “I was just thinking about...” The words feel heavy, laden with unspoken fears and wishes, but you tread carefully, hoping to navigate this conversation without pushing him too hard. “About us, and what the future might look like.”

Joel leans back slightly, his gaze unwavering, encouraging you to continue. “What do you mean?” he prompts, his voice a gentle nudge, urging you to share.

You take a deep breath, letting the air fill your lungs as you wrestle with your thoughts. “I just... I see families like that,” you say, nodding toward the children, “and I can’t help but dream of having something similar. A home filled with laughter and love.”

His eyes narrow slightly, processing your words. You can feel the weight of your confession hanging in the air, fragile yet profound. “Do you think we could have that?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper, afraid of the answer yet yearning for honesty.

As you await his response, the restaurant buzzes around you, but all that matters is this moment—the flickering candlelight, the delicate clink of silverware, and the silent hope hanging between you like a fragile thread of possibility.

Joel falls silent, his brow furrowing as he absorbs your words. His hand envelops yours, warm and reassuring, yet you can feel the weight of his thoughts pressing down like an invisible shroud. You hold your breath, the air thick with anticipation. In the depths of his gaze, you can see the flickering flames of his emotions, battling against the shadows of his fears.

He finally speaks, his voice low and steady, as if sharing a secret that only the two of you can hear. “I want a family with you, doll,” he admits, his words tumbling out with a mix of tenderness and hesitation. “I want to marry you.”

A rush of warmth floods through you at his declaration, a promise wrapped in hope. But then the storm clouds gather in his eyes, and he continues, his voice strained. “But I don’t know if all this is too soon. You’re young, and I’m getting older.”

Your heart sinks, feeling the chill of his worries seep into your bones. You can see the flicker of doubt in his eyes, and it cuts deep. “I just... I’m afraid I won’t be here for you or for any future kids,” he confesses, a shadow passing over his features. Tomorrow, he will turn 50, a milestone that carries both wisdom and an aching sense of time slipping through his fingers like sand.

The thought of having children at his age weighs heavily on him. “I had Sarah too young, right after high school,” he continues, his voice heavy with reflection. “I don’t know if I’m ready again. You deserve someone younger, someone you can grow old with.”

His words hit you like a cold wave, and you feel the need to push back against the tide of his doubts. “Don’t you say that, Joel,” you insist, your voice firm yet gentle. “You’ll be fine with me. I’m never going to leave you.”

A pause lingers between you, filled with the electric tension of your hearts colliding. “Baby, I understand,” he replies, the vulnerability in his tone slicing through the air like a fine knife. “I want to marry you so bad. I will, one day.”

You can see the struggle in his eyes, the inner battle raging as he grapples with his fears and hopes. “But I don’t know about having kids…” His voice trails off, leaving the unsaid hovering between you like a fragile wisp of smoke, swirling and twisting in the candlelight.

Your heart aches for him, for the man who has faced so much loss and heartache. You wish you could wrap him in a cocoon of comfort, shielding him from the shadows that loom in his mind. “Joel, I want you to know that it’s okay to be scared,” you say softly, squeezing his hand. “I’m scared too. But what we have—it’s real. It’s worth fighting for.”

In that moment, the world around you fades away. The noise of the restaurant, the laughter, the clinking of glasses—it all blurs into the background as you focus solely on the man before you. His fear, his love, and the intricate tapestry of both weave together in a way that is raw and beautiful.

“I want to build a life with you,” you continue, your voice steady, grounding. “I want to create a home filled with love, with you by my side. We don’t have to rush into anything, but let’s not let fear keep us from dreaming.”

His gaze softens, the flicker of hope returning, and you can see the cracks in his armor. You are a light in his darkness, and you feel the shift in the air as he processes your words. In that moment, you know you’re both standing at the precipice of something extraordinary, a bridge between your dreams and his fears, ready to take a step forward together.

***

After dinner, the two of you decided to explore the vibrant streets of Atlanta, your hands intertwined as you strolled through the lively atmosphere. The night was electric, the air thick with laughter and the distant echo of music drifting from nearby bars. But as the evening deepened, you found yourself gravitating toward the inviting warmth of a jazz bar, the sultry melodies beckoning you inside.

The bar was alive, filled with a cacophony of voices, laughter, and the smooth sounds of a saxophone serenading the crowd. You nestled into a corner table with Joel, who seemed captivated by the performance, his gaze fixed on the stage, a gentle smile gracing his lips. He leaned back, losing himself in the rhythm, while you couldn’t help but marvel at how this moment felt like a scene from a classic movie—a snapshot of two souls caught in the magic of the night.

As the night wore on, the atmosphere around you pulsed with energy, but you felt a flicker of mischief spark within you. You decided to slip away under the guise of fetching something from your room, an excuse that would allow you to find the perfect gift for Joel. “I’ll be quick and back here,” you assured him, your voice bright with excitement.

He nodded, handing you the key with a small smile. “Alright, I’ll hold down the fort,” he said, oblivious to your true intentions.

Instead of heading to your room, you dashed to the watch store next to the hotel, heart racing with excitement. You slipped him some cash, knowing he wouldn’t mind—this was your chance to surprise him. The chime of the doorbell announced your entrance, and the warm, inviting atmosphere wrapped around you like a soft blanket.

As you browsed the selection, a sense of determination fueled your steps. Joel always wore that old, broken watch; you wanted to replace it with something new, something that signified your shared journey. The shopkeeper engaged you in cheerful conversation, but a nagging feeling began to creep in, an unsettling sense that someone was watching you. You glanced over your shoulder, but the store was filled with strangers, each lost in their own world.

You shook off the unease, focusing on the task at hand. After a brief search, you found the perfect watch—a sleek, timeless piece that felt like it belonged on Joel's wrist.

You purchased it, the wrapping paper crinkling under your fingers as you prepared to make your way back. But as you stepped out of the store, that feeling returned, a prickling sensation along your spine, urging you to hurry.

You went to your room first to put the gift under the night desk and then hurry back to go back to the bar, your heart racing as you spotted Joel still seated at the same spot, engrossed in the music.

He looked up, his brow furrowing in concern as you approached. “What took you so long?” he asked, his voice tinged with worry.

You feigned fatigue, stifling a yawn. “I’m tired,” you murmured, leaning against him, feeling the warmth radiate from his body.

He stood, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, his jacket falling around you like a protective cocoon. “Let’s go to bed, baby,” he said, his voice low and soothing.

Once back in your hotel room, he guided you to the bed, laying you down gently. The soft sheets enveloped you, and as you closed your eyes, you felt his hands carefully unzipping your dress, replacing it with comfortable pajamas.

You could sense his tenderness, the way he was taking care of you as if you were something precious.

Just as sleep began to pull you under, Joel’s phone buzzed, interrupting the tranquility. A frown creased his forehead as he read the text from Tommy.

"Joel. Need to talk to you ASAP. Call me.”

You could feel the tension in the air shift, the weight of concern settling over him like a heavy cloak. “Joel, come to sleep with me,” you murmured, your words laced with sleepiness and a desire for closeness.

But his heart raced at the urgency of Tommy’s message, a sense of dread creeping in. “I have to call Tommy,” he replied, a hint of reluctance in his voice. “I’ll be right back.”

“Where are you going? Don’t leave me,” you pleaded, the fog of sleep clinging to your mind.

"I'll be right back, you go to sleep, don't wait for me," He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, a promise lingering in the air as he slipped out of the room and locked the door behind him.

You watched him go, the warmth of his presence lingering like the fading glow of a candle. Alone in the room, you felt the shadows lengthen, and the unease that had chased you earlier returned, whispering doubts into the silence.

What was so urgent that he had to step away?

Meanwhile, outside, Joel walked toward the outdoor bar, the cool night air hitting him like a splash of cold water. He dialed Tommy’s number, anxiety bubbling just below the surface. The music from the bar faded into a distant murmur, replaced by the rapid thumping of his heartbeat.

“Tommy, what’s going on?” Joel’s voice was low, laced with the urgency of a storm brewing on the horizon.

Each word hung in the air like a fragile note in a symphony, the tension coiling around him as he braced for the storm that was about to unfold.

“Joel, her parents are missing,” Tommy’s voice crackled through the line, a jolt of electricity that shot straight to Joel’s core.

Confusion washed over him like a tidal wave. “What?” he managed, the word slipping from his lips like a prayer in the face of dread.

Tommy explained, his words tumbling out in a rush. Days ago, your parents had stormed into his home, frantic and wild-eyed, demanding to know where you were and where Joel had taken you. They had been like a tempest, filled with anger and desperation, leaving Tommy shaken and frustrated.

Now, days had passed, and whispers of their absence crept through the town like an unsettling shadow. “The church says they’re missing. No one has seen them,” Tommy said, the weight of fear heavy in his voice.

“They fucking knew you're in Atlanta,” Tommy continued, the frustration bubbling beneath the surface. Joel's heart dropped, a chill creeping through his veins. “What? How the fuck did they know?”

“Evelyn,” Tommy replied, his voice tight with anger. “Her mom manipulated Maria to tell her where she is. She promised Maria that she just wanted to meet her, that she wouldn’t tell her husband. But you know how it is. Maria is a mother—she felt sorry for Evelyn, so she let it slip. I'm so sorry, Joel."

Joel’s fists clenched at his sides, anger surging through him like fire. “How could you let your wife snitch, Tommy?!”

“Joel, she just felt sorry for her! She’s a mother too!” Tommy countered, his frustration evident. “You know how emotions run deep in situations like this.”

A harsh breath escaped Joel as he wrestled with his rage. “And now they’re coming for us. We’re not safe anymore.”

“Listen to me,” Tommy said, urgency lacing his voice. “You need to move tonight. It’s been two days; they’re probably already in Atlanta, tracking you down. You need to get to Miami tonight. I’ll see you tomorrow, but you have to lay low now. Pack everything. Leave tonight, Joel.”

Each word carried a blend of reassurance and unease, but before they could delve deeper, chaos erupted in the background. A scream echoed from the phone, and Maria’s voice cut through the air, followed by a loud pounding at the door.

“Police! Don’t move!” The command reverberated, sending chills down Joel's spine. Panic surged within him, a wild creature clawing at his insides. “Tommy, what’s going on?” he shouted through the phone, desperation threading through his tone.

But before Tommy could respond, the line went dead, severed like a fragile thread. Joel’s heart raced, dread curling around his mind like a creeping vine. He tried to call back, but his phone had died, leaving him in a whirlwind of uncertainty.

"Fuck!"

***

Tommy stood frozen in the chaotic scene unfolding in his home, Maria and Ellie trembling beside him as they were ordered to raise their hands, kneeling on the cold floor, surrounded by a swarm of police officers.

The tension was palpable, the air thick with anxiety and confusion. “What’s going on?” he demanded, his voice steady despite the fear gnawing at his insides.

One of the officers stepped forward, a grave expression etched on his face. “Are you Tommy Miller, Joel Miller’s younger brother?”

“Yes, what’s going on?” Tommy replied, confusion bubbling within him, spiraling into concern.

The officer gestured to the floor, a stack of papers in his hands. “We need to ask you some questions regarding your brother. Is this his property?” he asked, pointing to the house in Houston that belonged to Joel.

Tommy felt his heart plummet. “Yes."

"Where is your brother now, Mr. Miller?”

Ellie’s eyes widened, a spark of panic igniting in her voice. “What’s going on, Tommy?” She looked to him, fear etched in her young features, and he struggled to maintain a calm façade for her sake.

“I don’t know. He left months ago. What’s the problem, officer?” Tommy’s voice wavered slightly, his mind racing with thoughts of Joel’s well-being.

The officer hesitated, a grim expression painting his face. “Are you in contact with your brother?”

“No, What’s going on?” Tommy say try to calm in front of his family.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to come to the station with me,” the officer said, his voice firm yet devoid of hostility. “It’s alright. We just need to ask you some questions.”

“What’s going on?” Tommy demanded again, dread coiling around him, tightening like a noose.

The officer’s words fell like shards of broken glass, each one slicing through the air with brutal precision. “We found Reverend Tony Gibson and his wife’s bodies inside your brother’s Houston house. And we discovered the remains of Father Ben Anderson and Jamie Lee buried in the backyard. We believe your brother is the killer.”

Tommy felt his world tilt, like the ground beneath his feet had been torn away, leaving him suspended in a void of disbelief. The truth, heavy and suffocating, crushed against his chest. It couldn’t be. Joel? The man who had bled for his family, who had protected and sacrificed… a killer? The words reverberated in his head, but they didn’t settle. Instead, they churned like a storm, throwing everything into chaos.

***

Meanwhile, downstairs at the bar, Joel sat in the eye of his own storm, gripping a cigarette between his lips, staring out into the dim light with a mind that churned restlessly. He couldn't afford to panic. Panic clouded judgment, and judgment was the only thing keeping you both alive.

The bitter sting of whiskey still lingered on his tongue, mixing with the acrid smoke as he paced, his boots scuffing against the rough outdoor pavement. His thoughts moved in a fevered rush: What if they find us? What if they take her away? I can’t lose her…

The thought hit him with the force of a wrecking ball, his heart twisting painfully inside his chest. You had become the tether to his sanity, the one fragile thread of goodness that kept him from unraveling completely.

If they took you, it would be like losing his daughter and wife all over again. The thought was unbearable.

As he dragged in another breath of smoke, someone bumped into him, jarring him from his dark thoughts. “Oh, so sorry, my friend,” the man said, his voice oily and smooth.

Joel turned, eyes narrowing as he took in the stranger. "It’s alright," Joel muttered, but something about the man’s posture, his voice—it scratched at the back of Joel’s mind.

He had seen him before. Where? The man's gaze lingered a moment too long, and then he smiled—a wide, unsettling smile that crawled up the edges of his mouth like something out of a nightmare—before turning and walking away.

Joel's stomach churned with unease as the man disappeared into the night. He flicked the last of his cigarette into the street, watching the ember sizzle as it was swallowed by the rain-soaked ground. A chill ran down his spine. He didn’t have time to puzzle over strange men and familiar faces. He had to get to you.

Up in the room, you were tangled in the softness of sleep, a temporary reprieve from the endless fear that had become your constant companion.

But something stirred you—an unease in the pit of your stomach, or maybe just thirst. You reached out beside you, feeling the empty, cool space where Joel should have been. His absence sent a pang of loneliness through you.

Groggy, you slipped out of bed, your bare feet cold against the floor as you padded towards the bathroom. The hum of the TV filled the quiet, a distant murmur that felt comforting in the otherwise silent room. You left it on, just to chase away the shadows of isolation.

The tap water was cool, sliding down your throat as you drank, but it did nothing to quell the growing unease. And then, the door creaked open behind you. “Joel?” you called out, your voice still thick with sleep as you set the glass down. You turned toward the door, half-expecting his familiar silhouette to fill the frame.

But there was no answer.

The silence was unsettling, creeping under your skin like ice. You moved out of the bathroom, glancing around the room. It was empty. The door was closed again, as if no one had ever entered.

“Joel?” you called out again, the uncertainty now sharp in your voice.

And then the TV flickered, the volume suddenly blaring, a reporter’s voice slicing through the quiet. You turned, your heart thudding in your chest as the words sank in.

“Breaking news—Texas police have discovered the remains of Father Ben Anderson and Jamie Lee, as well as the bodies of Reverend Tony Gibson and his wife, Evelyn Gibson. All found inside the Houston home belonging to successful Texas construction businessman Joel Miller.”

The reporter's voice filled the room, chilling you to the core. “The police suspect that Joel Miller is responsible for the deaths. His whereabouts remain unknown, and no motive has been identified.”

Then, Joel’s photo appeared on the screen, his face a familiar sight, the man that has saved you. The man that you love so much. “If you see this man,” the reporter continued, “please contact the FBI immediately.”

Your heart stopped as the world crashed down around you. No. No. This can't be true. The world around you tilted, your breath caught in your throat. It wasn’t possible.

The photograph flashed again on the screen—Joel’s face staring back at you. The man you trusted, the man who had saved you. He couldn’t have done this. He couldn’t have killed them…

Your heart pounded wildly as the room began to close in on you. Fear tangled with confusion, twisting in your gut. How? How could this be? 

Joel had been with you—he hadn’t even seen your parents for months. The police were wrong. They had to be. But the panic was relentless, clawing at your chest, suffocating you with questions.

And then you heard it. A sound. The floor creaked behind you. You spun around, fear surging like wildfire through your veins. “Joel?” you called, your voice trembling now, barely more than a whisper.

No answer.

Instead, a hand clamped over your mouth, smothering your scream before it could escape.

“Hello, darlin’,” a familiar voice purred into your ear, dark and twisted. No, no, no. Your heart dropped, icy terror flooding your veins. 

Not him. Please, not him.

You struggled, but his grip was iron, his breath hot against your skin. “Oh, finally, you’ll be mine, little lamb,” he whispered, his words like poison, seeping into your bones.

His free hand gripped a syringe, and before you could cry out again, you felt the sharp sting of the needle piercing your skin.

“Tag, you’re it,” he hissed, his voice low and menacing as the drug slipped into your bloodstream, pulling you into darkness.

The world blurred around you, the room spinning as your legs buckled beneath you. Your vision dimmed, the edges of the world fraying like an old photograph. And then, everything faded to black.

But even as you fell into the void, one thought burned through the haze: Joel.

***

Joel stubbed out his cigarette, the embers smoldering like the thoughts consuming his mind. He moved towards the elevator, the weight of the world pressing down on his chest.

His hands fumbled in his pockets, searching for the room key that wasn’t there. Damn it, he thought, retracing his steps, trying to recall if he had left it upstairs.

He didn't want to disturb you, already knowing you were probably fast asleep. His exhaustion made the world blur, but his urgency heightened every sense as he turned back towards the lobby.

“Hi,” he said at the front desk, leaning heavily against the counter. “I left my key in room 313. My girlfriend’s asleep, and I don’t want to wake her. Could you give me a spare?”

The receptionist offered a polite smile. “Of course, sir, but I’ll need to verify it first. Could you show me the receipt we sent to your email when you checked in?”

Joel, nodding absentmindedly, pulled out his phone, the device trembling in his hand as he scrolled through his emails. “Yeah, here,” he muttered, showing her the screen.

The receptionist looked it over and disappeared briefly. As Joel waited, his gaze drifted to the television hanging above the desk. The news flashed across the screen, pulling him from his thoughts with the force of a train wreck.

The reporter's voice sliced through the haze. “...suspected in the murders of Tony and Evelyn Gibson, with the remains of Father Ben Anderson and Jamie Lee found buried at his property in Houston.”

His body froze, heart pounding in his chest like a drum. No, no, no. This couldn’t be happening. His breath caught in his throat, his pulse deafening in his ears.

The mention of your parents’ deaths sent a tidal wave of dread crashing over him. He was drowning in it, unable to catch his breath.

They found the bodies. They found everything.

“Here’s your key, sir.” The receptionist’s voice barely registered as Joel snatched it from her and bolted towards the elevator, his mind a maelstrom of terror.

Someone had set him up.

He hadn't buried Ben and Jamie at his house—he buried them far from there, deep in the desert. And he didn't fucking killed your parents.

Someone was playing with him.

And the one thought ringing out like a church bell in his mind was you. He need to get you out of here, now.

The elevator doors slid open, but Joel barely noticed. His movements were frantic as he rushed down the hallway, bursting into the room. The air was too still, too quiet.

His heart thudded in his chest as he called your name, the words heavy with panic. Without looking to the bedroom, "Baby, we need to leave. Now. Pack your things." He moved straight to the bathroom to pack things, but there was no reply.

“Doll?” His voice cracked, the terror bleeding through as he searched the suite, opening doors, ripping back curtains. The emptiness swallowed him.

You were nowhere to be found.

His breath grew shallow, panic clawing at his insides as he tore through the room. Then, he saw it—a note beneath the blankets on the bed.

His hands trembled as he picked it up, unfolding the paper with dread sinking its claws into his gut.

"I told you to be careful and keep her safe, didn't I? Now this sweet delicious little lamb will be mine forever, my friend.

And you will never see her again.

P.S. Thank you for making it simple for me by the way, oh, and I killed the parents. You're welcome."

The words seared into his mind like a brand, a taunt that stoked the flames of his rage. His pulse roared in his ears, blood rushing hot and violent. 

Who is this? How had he missed the signs? How had he allowed this to happen? He should’ve seen it coming. Joel's hands clenched into fists, the note crumpling in his grip.

He's a mess, unraveling, his thoughts spiraling into chaos. Every fiber of his being screamed for vengeance, but fear gnawed at the edges of his control.

The man—the one who had been watching him, the one who had been following them—it had to be him. That same eerie smile flashed through his memory, the unsettling familiarity of the stranger who bumped into him earlier.

Chicago, the word echoed in his mind. He remembered the voice, the cryptic warning. He’d been too careless, too wrapped up in his own guilt and fear to see it. Now, you were gone.

Joel screamed, a raw, guttural sound that filled the suite like a wounded animal. He couldn’t think straight, couldn’t breathe. You were gone, taken, and it was all his fault.

His vision blurred, anger and despair blurring the edges of his reality. He couldn’t lose you. He couldn’t.

He stumbled to gather his things, tossing everything into a bag with shaking hands. His mind raced, but one thought rose above the chaos.

He had to find you. No matter what it took, no matter how far he had to go, Joel would burn the world down to bring you back to him.

He wouldn’t lose you. Not to some monster. Not again. Not ever.

As he sped down the highway, his knuckles white on the steering wheel, the world outside blurred into darkness. The FBI was after him, the law branded him a killer, but none of it mattered.

He would find you. He had to.

[oh-no-its-bird]

Found this comment on a video talking ab AI chat bots,

made me start thinking ab a tobimada au told from chat bot Tobirama's POV

Madara customized him to *be* Tobirama, but a Tobirama who can love him (with the implied "real" Tobirama being dead maybe? Or just some kind of un-havable)

And just the horror of being a mind customized to love a man you can never say no to. Of Madara saying smthn wrong or *Tobirama* saying the "wrong thing" and Madara growing more and more frustrated as he hits the reset button

Then like. Direct parallel to genjutsu n stuff. Infinite Tsukuyomi,,

Wait ok no, scratch, rewind, take it from the top and in a different direction ->

Ok so implied Infinite Tsukuyomi or some sort of genjutdu from Tobirama's POV. But he has no idea what's going on bc the genjutsu involves making him a) believe he's in love with Madara, and b) believe that everything is normal and nothing is wrong

TW// implied sexual assault via mind control / incredibly dubious consent issues

So the whole fic is like, half fluff "everything is beautiful and nothing hurts" and half creeping sense of wrongness as over and over again, Tobirama gets close to the truth only for Madara to pull him back under or wipe his mind again

Is this pure Infinite Tsukuyomi, and only Madara and Tobirama are real people? Is it just really strong genjutsu and there are actual Uchiha around who are staring in growing horror and possibly try to step in to say smthm only to mysteriously dissapear? Dunno but !!!

@instant-bull :

Oh I really like this concept, a toxic relationship but taken to 100. I think both ways of telling it are interesting, but I'm leaning more into the tsukuyomi version because that adds a layer of physicality a bot tobirama doesn't have and, in my opinion, is a bit less muddied thematically.

It's so scary to imagine Madara completely in control of Tobirama, who's theoretically alive, but he's so *different* that he might as well be a different person who just looks similar

Madara trying to weaken the genjutsu to allow Tobirama to be more of "himself" but can only do so much bc the closer he gets to his real self, the more he'll genuinley piss off Madara, or show love in ways Madara doesn't appreciate or realize is how he shows love— Like maybe Madara will loosen the genjutsu on the personality a little bit, trying to make Tobirama more *Tobirama* but of course this means that Tobirama is suddenly arguing more, drawing more boundaries, maybe nagging him a lot, and Madara is like *ugh this infuriating man, I can't even loosen his genjutsu without him finding new ways to piss me off, fuck.*

Has to tighten it up again

But then that *also* pisses him off bc he *wants* normal Tobirana. Not... whatever imitation he's managed to create.

Other Uchiha are watching in actual horror, unsure if what they're seeing is fr. Using the sharingan for love and sex is like one of THE biggest taboos of the clan.

Maybe this is a time travel au on top of it all? Madara time travels, genjutsu's Tobirama in premeditated revenge + "It's for his own good, really. Now he can finally relax" + just plain being really horny for him

So then Izuna is still alive and possibly the biggest "oh my god oh my god Madara what are you DOING"

Izuna getting mad bc Madara "defeated" *his* rival, twisted him into something unrecognizable to those who know him personally, beat and humiliated him so fuckin soundly in every way—

Madara maybe begrudgingly offering to "share" Tobirama w Izuna since this *was* technically revenge for him

@mengfm :

If a fic was written like this I would not he the same guy that I am rn. Holy shit. The entire idea is so fucked in like the best way ever. The offer…Oh Madara you are off the deep end in premeditated vengeance

There's premeditated vengeance and then there's whatever the FUCK Madara is doing over there

Just kill him like a normal person Madara this wouldn't be ok even after he killed Izuna

At the very least, wouldn't revenge *for Izuna* make more sense if you made Tobirama head over heals for *him* and not for *yourself?*

We all see what u want here Madara and it's not just revenge

@instant-bull :

"It's just revenge" except not really Madara, you're enjoying this far too much

@mengfm :

EXACTLY. Madara is practically lying to himself about his own fucked up little fascination and want. Also on a funnier note I’m just thinking about Madara making that strange offer to share as if he’s not doing the most insane taboo thing with an Izuna who’s like “why the fuck are you going this far”

Madara is literally playing with his food and the food is practically brain dead

PLEASEE

That's why it's so perfect too

If you think ab it, the diminishing of his mind is truly the worst possible punishment

@mengfm :

Truly the worst torture for Tobirama who lowkey doesn’t even have a clue what’s happening

@instant-bull :

Madara having to share with Izuna would be so cool too, omg. I can imagine him getting frustrated while "tailoring" his Tobirama: if he takes away too much of his free will, then it's no longer Tobirama and even for Madara he feels eery and empty. If he gives him too much free will, Tobirama becomes infuriating and starts to break loose from Madara's grasp, which also isn't great. It's a delicate balance, there's almost a science behind it. Maybe he'd particularly enjoy tormenting Tobirama in bed, getting him slightly more aware of himself, but still not quite, like in a semi-lucid dream. Obviously Madara wouldn't want to fuck a Tobirama that he *designed*, but a real deal, to watch his authentic reactions (bc that's what makes Madara's dick stir).

It stopped being revenge the moment you made him think he loved you, and it started being *way too fucking far* the moment you *allowed* him to love you

Tobirama, best sensor in history, objectively just a really smart man, keeps accidentally waking up a little bit

Or like piecing together that something is wrong

Madara actually has to keep deflecting murder attempts bc he usually defaults to murder after realizing smthn is so wrong it breaks his brain a little

Madara just being in this infinite loop of like;

dumbs down Tobirama -> Tobirama is not Tobirama but he does love me so ?? -> Tobirama slowly eases out of it, still loves me but is more himself now -> Tobirama has eased out of it too much and is now becoming twitchy with knowing something is wrong. He feels more like himself than he will ever get, Madara can not bear to dumb him down again -> Tobirama snaps and attempts to harm Madara in some way / confesses to Madara or someone else (Izuna??) that something is wrong (thinking he can trust him) -> Madara is forced to dumb him down again

Endless loop! Madara is giving him actual brain damage !!

@instant-bull :

endless loop except every time it gets Slightly Worse

@mengfm :

God, do you feel over time this would genuinely deteriorate him down? Like genjutsus usually can kill their targets. Like what if there’s a time Madara tightens the hold too much in a fit of rage and it just shatters that balance and he actually harms him

YESS

Do one of those uhh, horror movie kind of "they can no longer feel pain" scenes. Hand on a lit stove kinda thing, doesn't notice a thing. Smile permanently affixed to his face

@mengfm :

God YES. And it just pisses him off more!!! He’s even more prone to fucking anger

@instant-bull :

Madara, like a little kid throwing a tantrum and tossing his favorite toy across the room in rage

Deep down inside of him, the parts of him who are still awake really are smiling because maybe Madara will finally put him out of his misery

Ok, but a Tobirama who's woken up enough to know he needs to *keep playing along*

Smiling so gently at Madara as he inwardly thinks about snapping his neck

Madara waking up to Tobirama just *staring* at him at night, thinking at first it's another murder attempt, but... no? He seems fine? Huh...

Plot twist, that final brain damage arc leading to his death wasn't Madara snapping his mind in half but a somewhat conscious Tobirama playing Madara's strings till he was so mad he killed him

Get played Madara, even when you've won you've lost

@mengfm :

See this idea is so fun cause you can go a lot of ways or combine all of this. It’s like the craziest game of chess of fucking trying to figure out a balance and keep yourself safe while also trying to find an opening (for tobirama at least) to figure out a way out (killing him probably)

Chess but one of you is handicapped to hell and only conscious once a month

Ok but also tho: Tobirama as a symbol of fear and power for the rest of the Uchiha

Tobirama realizing if he leaves his genjutsu'd self with a single thought he thinks *very very loudly* in his last concious moments, it'll kind of carry— and him using that to lay out plans for him to follow, even if he doesn't realize they are his plans

Walking advertisement for the kind of horrors Madara is willing to commit to satiate himself

No one fucking asked him to do that

There is no perceived big act of revenge (other than just being an enemy of the clan)

Pair it with Tobirama having maybe once said to some Uchiha in the past that he considers them "honorable enemies"

+ Uchiha noble clan taking a lot of genuine pride in *being* noble enemies

Some throw away line of "I'd rather fight an honorable enemy (Uchiha) than some despicable thieves" that resonated a bit w whatever Uchiha he had told

Maybe Izuna??

I'd love to see Izuna just being *really* fucked up ab all this

What do you MEAN you're doing this for him?? Is this... his fault? Did he ask for this somehow? The enemy he once wanted to see at his feet will now literally grovel and serve him tea like some wife if he so much as asks, but it feels... wrong. Like he didn't win this. Because he *didn't*

This is some awful perversion of the victory he'd wanted, and now he'll never *get* that victory because Madara took it upon himself to *break his rival in Izuna's place.*

And not even break him like a man, but like some sort of horse. Broken to fit into some mold of being tamed

This is not what Izuna wanted, thanks nii-san </3

@instant-bull :

honestly I love the idea of the Uchiha clan watching from the sidelines, completely confused as to what Madara is doing, freaked out about it but unable to do anything. If they wanted to "free" Tobirama, that would be an act of treachery, no? Why would they even take Tobirama's side? As far as they are concerned, Tobirama is too dangerous to just be let go...

@beatriceportinari :

now why know why so many uchiha defectrd during that time lmao

No bc exactly!!! They're so conflicted!!!

This is like their ultimate taboo behind eye stealing, and Tobirama *is* an enemy, a very very hated enemy, but this is also objectively horrifying on every level, there's for sure some speculation ab like, *are they sleeping together,* thus *is there rape involved* bc the Uchiha have VERY strict and clear rules ab genjutsu for compulsed sex (namely that *it is never ok)*

Madara is already scary, after Izuna died he apparently became a very unpopular leader, so Izuna is like 90% of his buffer with the clan. But even *Izuna* is terrified at what's happening, so he can do his best but there isn't really much buffering to be done here

@instant-bull :

I love that! Nobody is on board with Madara's freaky bullshit, but also nobody will stop him.

I only wonder what Hashirama knows and what does he think of it

@beatriceportinari :

i think he should kidnap izuna in exchange

he'd be niceys though

@instant-bull :

holy shit, that would make Madara blow tf up

Make it Hashiizu

Madara, looking at all he's done to Tobirama, looking at Hashirama and Izuna and going "there's no way that was consensual" bc he can't imagine a world where they can be together happily and willingly (bc he and Tobirama never could)

@instant-bull :

HE ACCUSES IZUNA OF DOING THE SAME THING OOOOH

Izuna would LOSE IT

@instant-bull :

and Izuna has no way of proving that he actually isn't doing fucked up shit so he's there like > : /

Madara "relationships don't work for me so love must be fake" Uchiha

@beatriceportinari :

hsizu are doing 4th dimentional chess but it's enrichment to them

It's fun chess, not whatever tf tbmd has going on

@instant-bull :

they just enjoy the courting and chasing, let them live their pride and prejudice

Leave them alone Madara!!

@beatriceportinari :

love is real mister madara !

Go back to mind fucking your husband !!!

Endgame Madara accidentally kills Tobirama (or, Tobirama successfully pressures Madara into putting him out of his misery)

Hashirama Mito and Izuna create Konoha and are a power couple together but the narrative is forever haunted by what Madara did

Madara is kept in a shed out back where he's haunted by Tobirama's vengeful ghost

Today's AU is brought to u with the help of @mengfm @instant-bull and @beatriceportinari, everyone say thank you to them

[mysticpenguincreation]

okay. im going to post again and break my own promise because i also want to address another side of the argument.

people saying how they can’t watch part 2 now because luke manipulated the fans and they feel that the magic is ruined.

remember. we are talking about real people here. they are not the fictional characters they play on screen. let’s go over this one by one, i LOVE making numbered lists for arguments:

1. Luke and Nicola provided us with a fabulous tour. They owe us NOTHING.

It’s US who should be greatfull to them for doing hard work. A long press tour with that amount of promotion must have been absolutely exhausting no matter how much you love your job.

2. Luke isn’t obliged to fall in love with Nic and date Nic.

3. Nic isn’t obliged to fall in love with Luke and date Luke.

4. MULTIPLE times they addressed the fact that they are good friends. People were giddy making gifs saying “no, ur lying”.

Now imagine someone coming up to you and saying “You’re in love with me”. You answer “No i’m not”. They tell you “Nah, you’re lying”. It’s all in good fun until it grows into a straight up disrespectful delusion.

5. The personal life of actors shouldn’t affect how you feel about fictional characters. ESPECIALLY if they did not a fucking thing wrong. I wish really creepy and predotary people in the industry got at least half of the shit Luke is going through right now because Luke dared to have a fucking relationship. Or a relationship not with Nic.

6. We should be thankful to Nic and Luke for being kind, professional and respectful. We should be in love with their beautiful friendship, and not push either of them to cater to desires of fans who cannot, will not, do not want to distinguish between show and real fucking life. They have no obligation to you to start dating because their onscreen counterparts did and you liked it.

7. Again, I do not want to speculate. I have no idea if it was their decision or if it was PR. If they were encouraged to hide their relationship during promotion (imagine waiting this fucking long), or if they were encouraged to show that they’re together right after the show dropped. I do not know AND IT DOES NOT MATTER. Even the idea of restraining your personal life due to PR is sad and makes me sick. I hope they’re just going with the flow, staying true to themselves and are being HAPPY.

“Was it a wrong PR decision?” does not fucking matter because it should be their fucking decision to begin with. The fact that PR is created for this exact reason - to do damage control when people lose their shit over something normal is bind-boggling. It is insane that we came to this fucking point in human history.

8. The phrase “Luke’s hard launch” disgusts me. Fans are talking about Antonia like she’s an object and not a real person. JUST STOP!

9. Try to be fucking kind and touch the fucking grass once in a while. Grass is lovely - take Penelope’s advice.

Seeing this makes me think that the comments are coming from two groups of people:

1. Toxic stan’s who want Nic with Luke and can’t grasp the idea that they are not their characters. “Luke is a lot like Colin” from interviews does not fucking equal “Luke is in love with Nic”. Following this delulu logic he should have fallen for Claudia then because they said multiple times that Claudia is a lot like Pen and Nic is a lot like Eloise. There is no fucking connection in these statements. Fucking none.

2. People who loved the idea of Luke being single because it allows them to fantasize about Luke falling in love with them. It’s okay, we’ve all had celebrity crushes, but when it gets to the point of you throwing hate at the person, it becomes creepy and unhealthy.

To all the haters and “sympathizers” - get some help and get your shit together.

[thesweetestdevotion]

Could you do Enhypen jay as a husband??

Enhypen Jay as a Husband:

Dice: Cancer, Jupiter, 8th House

Tarot: Four of Wands, Eight of Coins Reversed, Six of Wands, Eight of Cups Reversed, The Lovers, Seven of Coins, Page of Swords, King of Cups, Strength, Four of Coins Reversed

Oh my my. He’s a total lover boy. I think he’d really enjoy being a husband lol. It’s like he sees it as a goal to work towards, but he also doesn’t hold on to the idea too much, he thinks its something he’d like to do but only if it feels right. he’s not gonna marry just for the sake of being married, he wants someone he really loves and also someone that will help build a new life with him. He literally got so many ‘romance’ cards its insane! He’d be very energetic and loving, and also put in a lot of work towards the relationship. He might even being to neglect other parts of his life because he’s so focused on it. I think he likes partnership and wants that traditional stuff like building/finding a house together, working towards similar goals, growing, etc… He’s like extremely in tune with his own emotions and this also gives him the ability to be in tune with his partners. Im trying to see if there is any downsides or if he would show toxic traits but… i just don’t see it! He’s that perfect husband type its so refreshing. I do think he might have outdated ideas in some places, but i see with the page of wands an eagerness to learn how to make it work with his person if that is ever an issues. I think he idolizes marriage to an extent, its sort of part of his ideal life. He craves the meshing of souls that happens in deep intimate commitments. I think he also wants a soft place to come home to, he might really like domesticity and admire people who have those nurturing traits. He wants the ideal marriage, one where they dont have secrets or resentments and they’re able to co-create a beautiful life as they wish. It’s a common theme in many marriage/fs readings but i do see he might take a step away from his usual work, there would be a shifting of priorities here. He’s like working hard now in order to get to a place where his relationship can be his main focus. he could be prone to codependency lol but, depending on his partner, it could be a good thing for him. He’s just a generally energetic person and when he’s excited or happy about something he puts his all into it. Idk he’s just very nice every time i read for him lol! I do see he might be dissatisfied?? Or just resigned in some way. Maybe deep down he feels like his dream is impossible, i think he could hear a lot of negative things about marriage and this might get him down. he might feel like he’s too emotional or delusional about it and its possible he keeps a lot of this info hidden from others. He’s a very sensitive man in a world where those traits are not acceptable in masculinity, so he def keeps a lid on all of this sadly, he also may feel rejected in many ways. Maybe the romantic opportunities he’s had so far have been dissatisfactory and disappointing so he often thinks about how its could be difficult to even find a partner willing to be with him. There’s a slight pessimism but his feelings towards marriage are still very positive. Like i said he feels very dreamy, emotional, sweet, optimistic about the future. I hope all his dreams come true <3

Hope you guys like it!! Xoxo

[anonzentimes]

hi zen!! my friends and i are doing a powerpoint night this monday and like any self-respecting person almost 7 months deep in a dangan hyperfixation (i'm never getting out of here) i am using it as a platform for an all-encompassing kmhn infodump. this powerpoint is going to be the komahina bible and i want to hit Every Stop. i will grab everything i can find. no hesitation. however !! the danganronpa franchise is A Lot. so there's always a chance i will miss something. so! as a fellow kmhn understander and enthusiast, is there any particular Komahina Moment or piece of analysis you feel people often miss or overlook? could be big or small, or involve just one of the two of them, but i'd appreciate the input! <3 have a good one :D

OH MY GOD??? I’LL TRY TO ANSWER IN TIME FOR YOUR POWERPOINT LMAO THAT SOUNDS AWESOME?????? You should record it! Well, you probably will, but I’m still saying it anyways just in case you aren’t, because something that fun going unrecorded sounds like a tragedy!

I’ve had ideas of doing all encompassing komahina rambles for a video or something, but I’m already working on other projects so It’ll be a long time before I even try lmao. Makes me happy someone is trying something similar, and with friends no less! I’d be happy to help in any way I can, I hope you and your friends have fun! :D

ANYWAYS. I’ll say a huge ramble of Komahina things and hope it helps LOL.

This is more of a silly statement, but for a FULL Komahina coverage I think it’s most satisfying to cover the different flavors of komahina, if that makes sense? Like, depending on what approach you’re taking you may not cover kamukoma, since to a degree that’s an entirely different ship, but you’d still cover the canon adjacent other flavors. Basically, try including the canon adjacent variations!!! The Dangan island events are good for analyzing their dynamic with less horrible circumstances bringing them to worst and causing them to hurt each other. The stage plays are also great to mention since there’s some komahina content that is play original, and seeing them physically interact is fun! Can’t forget the Komahina CD too Lol. There’s also smaller things like their anniversary outfits, especially the matching purple ones, their animal outfits, and their Danganronpa S Swimsuits!

Little details that are so special to me are things like the parallel of Nagito waking Hajime up being reserved in Danganronpa 2.5, and there’s also how things like Hajime’s grief for Nagito that’s so compelling, special, and telling about their dynamic.

I think my main thing to actually add on properly is that, a lot of people say Hajime hates Nagito which is absolutely incorrect. I don’t think I’d try so hard or care enough to revive and or wait until a person I hated woke up. Hajime displays he actively cares a lot, they just happen to feel hurt and betrayed by each other due to the circumstances. Komahina is unhealthy but it isn’t toxic, if that phrase makes sense. The beauty of it is that they grow TO be healthier, they learn to love each other, understand each other, and in the process learn to understand and love themselves. Komahina is reciprocal, it gets unhealthy due to circumstances, but it is reciprocal and the beauty of it is them becoming healthier together.

Nagito is not a malicious psychopath, and Hajime is not an overly horny person with no personality, I see them misinterpreted and characterized like that constantly It’s ridiculous. Hajime is awkward, conflicted, introverted, caring, and tries to be positive but ultimately is usually a realist. Hajime gets attached to people easily and deals with discrimination, insecurity, and self esteem. Hajime is relatable enough to where he’s empathetic but unique enough to where he’s special.

Nagito is a mentally ill queer coded man who is an antagonist and an anti-hero. He is morally gray when it comes to his unhealthy coping mechanism and has complicated beliefs, he’s honest, intelligent, struggles with insecurity, struggles with self esteem, has absolute beliefs influenced by hope’s peak, is a parallel and warped version of Makoto while being his own person, and he’s very sweet. Nagito’s love language seems to be mostly playful teasing, he rambles a lot and weirds people out just by saying what he thinks is fact. He has tonal issues and usually isn’t self aware, despite this he also worries about the impression he gives off if he thinks it matters. His beliefs are very hierarchy based and he thinks he’s all the way at the bottom, he doesn’t absolutely hate people like him but he thinks they have no purpose other than to help those more capable and projects onto them. Nagito is a very complex character, he is numb to intense situations due to the immense trauma of it being normal for him. He’s optimistic but also pessimistic, he’s positive but also incredibly anxious, he’s well intentioned but also thinks anything is okay if it’s for hope, there’s a lot to Nagito but in the end once it clicks it really clicks. He is contradictory in a way that perfectly makes sense, creating the perfect character. There’s a lot to him but when you understand him there’s no need for words, you just get it. There’s a feeling to him, an understanding, and I think that’s really special. He really is amazing.

Anyways, the ramble on summarizing both of their characters simply is to more expand on points about their dynamic! Nagito and Hajime are sides of the same coin. Nagito is irrational when it comes to Hajime in the way that he defies his normal behaviors because he usually avoids others and thinks he’s not worth the ultimates time, it means so much to me that Nagito just immediately had a feeling and connection with him. I’ve seen some people not think about it, but genuinely Komaeda feels something upon first sight and it’s irrational given his regular behavior it’s so sweet.

This has been just a lot of me rambling, but hopefully some of it helps! I had fun yapping haha, thanks for you ask!

[ateez-himari]

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Mingi made sure his Instagram story was filled with praise for his girlfriend 'from the moment this song started playing in the studio I felt like I was diving into her heart. I'll never grow tired of hearing that angelic voice even in the depth of my dreams so if you won't stream the song, I will 😤Tiny, please show lots of love to my angel, she deserves it especially after the amount of work that went into this track alone. She fell asleep so often in her studio writing everything from lyrics to the music video directions that I had to make her sleep in mine most nights just so I could bring her home later'

J Hope made an unexpected post on Weverse 'I don't usually make song recommendations but I feel like people need to hear this one at least once in their life. We watched her grow up so I was able to see the amount of potential her production had and yet I never thought to hear something so out of the ordinary, she's really advanced to a new level'

American singer Halsey showed fondness for her friend's younger sister on X 'I've only gotten the chance to meet this sweet girl twice yet she's been stuck in my mind ever since and this song is proof of her impact. It goes beyond the restrictions of her industry, it draws your entire being inside the track almost as if under water. I can't properly explain this song so go stream it!'

Woozi surprised fans with news of their friendship on Weverse 'There have been many talented producers who worked with me in the past but Himari instantly stood out to me with the brilliance of her musical mind. We got to talking more as friends and she told me that she didn't take classes until their early debut days, she just watched people like Hongjoong and Yoongi hyung. When producers say that this girl is a genius we really mean it. Take Me Back To Eden is a mix of two different genres yet she makes them work so well together with just the use of her voice, that's a true artist, someone with a creative vision out of what people expect or are comfortable with'

(G)I-DLE leader and producer Soyeon expressed respect on an Instagram story 'Usually senior idols are the ones serving as role models for their juniors, but after hearing Take Me Back to Eden I have to admit that despite being three years older, I really do look up to Himari. What she has isn't just about natural talent, it's hard work, constant learning, harmony in a team, long hours...a lot of us producers admire her work ethic. Her creativity is absolutely mind blowing, she's without a doubt one of the pillars of this generation and I'm sure younger idols will talk about her for a very long time ❤️'

Netizen Reactions

@/bulleobulleooo on X 'That one scene with Apollo when it turns into a man hits so hard...because the sound was beautiful but the chords were cutting her fingers the entire time. Relationship wise that means he was whispering loving things in her ear while destroying her. Omg then the part where she's singing 'Grow back your sharpest teeth, you know my desire' in tears while he's making her look up at him?? This MV is so meaningful'

@/ateenypresent on X 'this is definitely about being lost in someone's corruption 🤔 look at the details, she even has bruises around her eyes like she was burnt by the 'funeral pyre' she keeps talking about being drawn to'

@/himaswife on X 'Hear me out, I think this whole project is about the evolution of toxic love. The first track was about desire for another person, lust, or being drawn in by someone, this one hints to being so blinded by toxic love (of the person she was drawn to) that she loses herself to the point of wanting to go back to previous innocence yet not being able to due to still being trapped by the other. The next one might be called last and talking about the separation from that person.'

@/secretlyjjoongrami on X 'Wait Eden is the beginning, where everything started, but it also represents perfect harmony. With all the clues in the video I think she's been corrupted by the masked man and broken to the point where everything inside her is in chaos. Maybe that's why her dress when he's around is black and torn, but the reflection in the mirror is wearing white, same thing when she's in the water...'

Min Siblings Updates

Yoongi's private message 'My Himari, please know that I'm more than sorry for everything happening at the moment I promise I'll fix it. This is very unfair to you, I can only imagine how stressed everything must make you right now, how much my stupidity bled onto your life. I wanted you to know how proud I am that you're working so hard especially on this incredibly creative project. Your soul is pure art itself, I hope you'll always be able to express yourself like this. Your big brother is so sorry, I love you, always ❤️'

Hanzo's private message 'Don't worry I streamed your new song the second the notification appeared on my screen, Haneul heard it and won't stop asking for me to 'play auntie's song' ㅎㅎ This is a beautiful project but please remember to rest, Hongjoong says he's worried that you have more nightmares lately. Pretty please send me the next track before it comes out, for your big brother that you love so much 🥺My amazing, artistic little tiger, I love you 💕Remember to send me a message when you land in Rosemont!'

Translated from Korean by Google

[danaty-consolation]

Another question! It seems like there are people who get bothered by Ataru and Lum's dynamic. Like, they think that Lum deserves so much better than pining for so long after a guy that often treats her like dirt. And also there are people who don't like how she basically forced herself into his life and electrocutes him frequently. Do these bother you sometimes? To be honest, it doesn't bother me but I have seen discourse about their relationship and I have started to ask myself if maybe it should. I don't know! They aren't the epitome of a healthy relationship but do they need to be? They are funny.

This took months to respond, I apologize so much, but real life is hard!

Ok firstly, Atalum is one of the most complicated relationships in the Rumic world couples however that also seems to be the flaw in them for the fandom, because people right away just see the surface of the joke as something to take it seriously when the part that people need to take seriously is overshared by the absurdity of the parts with a joke.

One of the beauties of Urusei Yatsura is that in the absurdity and comedy of a 70s gag manga, it managed to have characters develop deep friendships and relationships even with the rules of the gag comedy in the story.

They are things that didn't age well in Urusei Yatsura's manga, after all, is a 70s manga however even with that we can get the important idea of Ataru's and Lum's character.

Ataru: Is a tsundere, love to flirt and lies all the time, to the point it a copium mechanism to not get hurt after suffering years of bad luck and reputation.

When Lum arrived, his romantic relationship with Shinobu began to disappear until it died completely. Making him bitter of Lum at first until he slowly began to fall in love with her

Lum: She is an ogre, her emotions are really intense like her electricity, she screams her feelings, and gets jealous and angry easily. However, she sometimes acts before she thinks, since her feelings guide her.

She was attracted to Ataru and her feelings developed faster into love.

Atalum: They are complex, mostly on Ataru's side because he is so used to lie verbally. After all, Lum ruined his life in the beginning, so it was hard for him to change his views of her into a romantic one right away after she ruined his romantic relationship with Shinobu. So he falling in love with her later was a thing he didn't expect at all.

With the other Rumic couples, the beginning chapters show that the main protagonist has a bad meeting but a good second one, or a bad one that becomes a good one meanwhile with Atalum, we don't see that until way later.

The thing with Atalum is that it was a toxic "relationship" that becomes a real one as time progresses, we see them communicating more and getting used to each other, we see how Ataru is ready to do anything for her, to keep her safe and happy. We see how a love that wasn't the in both parts begins to form from a marriage that one of the parties didn't want.

That's it until the final arc that they get in the most absurd way possible to communicate and seeing how much young they are by their immaturity but we also can notice that they really love each other with their limitations of youth. The last arc is just the beginning of their officially formalizing their relationship, a thing that they will learn more about love in their own absurd way. Since after the final arc, there is no doubt to Lum or to anyone that Ataru loves her.

They still need to grow a lot more, but hey for a relationship that began in such a way in a manga of the 70s just shows how good Rumiko will become with writing other couples in the future.

A couple that didn't seem to work in the beginning, became one of the strongest in the finale of the series because of how intense and true were their love for each other.

[moodymisty]

“Honestly, I imagine that Traitor Primarch is Lorgar. But there's caveats I'll touch on when I get there”

I would like to add onto that and say that the biggest caveat to dating Lorgar is probably that you’ll be interacting with Kor Phaeron. You’ve written about that in some of your Lorgar fics, and I just know that despite Lorgar telling him to not talk about it (or especially, mention it around you) he would haaaaate the reader so much.

It’s almost like he’s linking up to a warp hivemind of every toxic mother/father-in-law that has ever existed. He can’t be mean to you directly, because Lorgar will find out. He can’t kill you, because Lorgar would definitely know that he did it. So he has to just sit there and watch as his son falls even deeper in love with someone who adores him and genuinely cares for him, while he’s left to sulk in the background (As he should).

Perhaps Lorgar decides to take you on a low-risk diplomatic mission of some kind. And perhaps he suggests that you should be present while he speaks to the leaders of that planet. He gives you the finest of clothing to wear, which turns out, matches his own! Except his is a bit more intricate, you surmise it’s because he’s got to be the center of attention. The cuffs of his sleeves are decorated with beadwork, golden bracelets and necklaces adorn his form, rolls of scripture hang off the side of his belt. But the thing you’re most entranced by is the beautiful veil he’s decided to wear, the fabric’s wonderful colour that’s complimented by the intricate embroidery woven into it, the embroidered script glittering in the light like stars in the night sky. You can’t parse out what it means though, so you conclude it must have some sort of religious significance.

You don’t know what it means. But you know who does? Phaeron. And he’s far more acquainted with Colchisian traditions than you are. So when his son not only arrives to a diplomatic mission with you in tow, but also wearing clothing with writing that very famously symbolises future engagement and marriage?! Ohhhh he’s beyond pissed. He’s going to have a long talk (shouting match) with Lorgar after this, wherein Lorgar will make the very solid argument that he is an adult and can choose to do whatever he wants with his life, even if that involves marrying someone that his father doesn’t approve of. (Kor Phaeron is now planning on wearing white to your wedding)

It may be a sci-fi romance to you. But to Kor Phaeron it’s a sci-fi tragedy. And to the astartes that bear witness to this situation it’s a comedy that’s been running for multiple seasons. “Hey everyone! Check out how grandpa punched a hole in the wall after being told that he can’t talk shit about our father’s spouse!”

Oh hey, you hit the button inside my mind that said LORGAR THOUGHTS DON'T TOUCH, so now I get to go apeshit.

Sorry in advance :3

Everything in this is GN!Reader apart from one use of the word 'temptress'

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I feel like given Kor Phaeron and how much he tried (and honestly succeeded) to mold Lorgar into the perfect vessel for his own ambitions, he would not take Lorgar having another voice in his ear sitting down.

At first he might 'entertain' the idea because he thinks that Lorgar will eventually grow bored and you'll get thrown to the wayside- that's he's just experimenting with the frivolity that is love and he'll get over it. But when he doesn't, when he listens to you more and more, perhaps he starts even venting to you, walking through what he needs to do next, and you're given the opportunity to plant seeds of doubt in his mind (you're just being nice and comforting him, but with Kor Phareon's mind being warped by his own delusions he cannot see something as simple as selflessness) he's not going to stand for that.

Kor Phaeron is one of those 'i will use my son as a puppet to be ruler', types as he instilled Lorgar with a god complex, but he also knows that there would be a massive riot from Colchis if he ever took over. So he rules from the background, and he won't let anyone, especially someone who's becoming the figurative apple of Lorgar's eye get in the way.

Meanwhile throughout all of Kor Phaeron's internal meltdowns and scheming, Lorgar is thriving. This guy is absolutely head of heels in love, and can't spend more than a waking moment apart from you. It's not fading either, as over time you rise higher and higher in rank, closer to Lorgar, and while you may not have any official place or title, people have begun uttering the word consort.

While he has been very vocal to anyone who can listen and the Astartes underneath him, any time he tries to instill doubts they largely don't stick. Whispers of Temptress spread largely from Kor Phaeron's most steadfast loyalists, but not enough to take a significant root that he can garden.

Throughout all of this as you've implied Kor Phaeron will not shut up about this, and will constantly try to 'right' Lorgar. Get him to abandon these insane ideas. If he want's someone to just keep his bed warm then that's Lorgar's personal business, but things like marriage? The stunt he pulled on that planet? Bringing you to a diplomatic meeting, drowning you in gifts? He's going to pop a neural link during the screaming match that inevitably ensues.

But I think that most of the Word Bearers would be pretty on board with Lorgar's significant other. I think that they have faith in their sovereign picking someone who is 'worthy' of him. And it's been established that the Word Bearer Astartes interact with baseline humans a decent bit, so it's not as if they're one of the more pompous of the chapters. I mean they are, they're Astartes, but in comparison to other chapters.

So most ill will isn't necessarily coming from them. They're pleasant to be around, and you enjoy them. They seem to feel the same, at least on a surface level. (So they'll for sure defend you or your name from grandpa Kor Phaeron's absolutely unhinged schemes)

There will definitely be some who are displeased however, particularly ones close to Kor Phaeron. So perhaps you should be careful.

-- Anyways, here's a drabble. No warnings apart from Kor Phaeron being a turbodouche. Apologies I only reread this once during a communications class.

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The entire Fidelitas Lex can feel it.

The tension.

Lorgar Aurelian is on the bridge watching Colchis come closer as they dock, and Kor Phaeron stands not far away. He watches as well, and both of them sport the same neutral expression that poorly veils their true emotions underneath.

They are both furious, overwhelmingly hot faced, but don't say a single word. To each other nor anyone around them. The air between them, that Primarch aura emanating unfettered rage barely held in check, has even the servitors swaying their paths to give them a good breadth of space.

Lorgar turns to leave, and return to the fortress he calls his home. Kor Phaeron follows behind roughly ten minutes later, the only noise he makes being the whirs of his armor and a sharp cough.

Lorgar arrives at his personal writing room first, looking out the window. He knows what's coming, he can hear the footsteps; The ones that sound different from the Astartes, about seven minutes after he arrived here. He had seven minutes of time alone.

The door opens, and closes with a sharp slam. Lorgar turns his head just enough to look over his shoulder at his pater, of whom is pursing his lips and trying to find the right words. He always chooses his words carefully, particularly when speaking to his surrogate son. His mercurial nature has never changed, and part of him wonders if it was instilled in him from his creation.

"You..."

He doesn't stammer, but stops to take a breath and keep his hands firmly to his sides instead of erupting into a fury of words and insults. As much as he might desire to.

I do not know where I could've gone wrong with you-" Lorgar can think of more than a few ways. Kor Phaeron raises his shoulders with a sharp intake of breath and continues.

"But that, stunt, was inane. You bring shame to the entire L-" Lorgar interrupts him and throws his hand as if trying to brush away his words.

"You do not dare tell me I bring shame to my own Legion. I have done nothing but what I thought was right."

Kor Phaeron sharply exhales through his nose. Even since Lorgar fell in love- at least he assumes that's what Lorgar thinks this is- he's been uncontrollable. Before he could offer his advice, his guidance to help him steer his legion, his Gospel, but now he acts as if he's just that lost young boy again.

"No; You did want you wanted. If you want to toy with mortals, very well. But do not embarrass us all."

He seems to be conveniently ignoring that your good will and pleasant attitude had been very helpful in speeding along a negotiation of planetary relinquishment that had previously been at risk of falling apart at the seams. Lorgar may have a bit of a silver tongue, but he is a Primarch, and when speaking to baseline humans, sometimes another is what's needed. Then again, he can't remember a time when his pater has ever said your name, so he supposes he can't be surprised.

He remembers how perfect you'd looked, dressed in the gifts he'd given you looking like a art piece given life. When you'd smiled at him, it was like you'd set his heart ablaze. He wishes to do nothing more than to show you off to anyone who lives.

He's already doing so, and if all goes to plan, you'll be with him on his next return to Terra. It will be your first time on the jewel of the galaxy, and he's nothing but eager to show you things that only he can. Not even Kor Phaeron will stop him from marrying you, if that is what he wishes to do.

Standing fully upright Lorgar stands up to his surrogate father, not intent on being trampled like a child.

"I will do what I want in this regard. This is something I will not take your advice in."

He leaves no room for argument, and Kor Phaeron knows that if he pushes it, he'll risk tearing some of the trust he's built up. If he lets it go, he can return with another strategy at another time.

Perhaps he can go about this some other way. He won't rule out removing you from the situation if Lorgar continues to insist on tailing you like a street dog.

Lorgar knows that his father isn't done with this either, but Kor Phaeron simply gathers himself and leaves the room, passing guards in his wake.

[myehm228]

Sorry if you've answered this before, but why do you hate the reboot so much?

well, actually, I’ve already talked about this several times here

I hate him because it ruined everything for me. I’ve been in the fandom for quite a long time and it’s not just a fandom, it’s already become my home, it’s one of the few things that makes me happy, that can bring me good emotions, I had it during the terrible periods of my life, I’m very close to the show and the characters, I love this very much, I can’t take it any simpler, I just can’t. I built so many things, I had so many ideas, I thought about the holes in the plot and in the lore, about the characters, about what could have happened before and after the canon, taking into account almost everything that was said in the canon, I really tried to do everything logically and as best as possible. and now that this has come out, everything I’ve done all these years has become worthless in an instant, I don’t know what to do now. previously, no one cared much about my ideas and creativity either, it was almost of no interest to anyone, and now even more so. people only like the reboot, they don’t like anything else, they don’t always like the original either. I don’t like it, I don’t want it this way, and it’s everywhere, I can’t even hide from it, it’ll get me everywhere, everywhere they will shove it at me, everywhere they will equate my headcanons to a reboot, everywhere they will call my designs peri and irep, and they will be surprised that I use the original canon, wow. I can isolate myself from artists or writers that I don’t like, but I can’t with this, it makes me sick, I want to bang my head against the walls.

and in general, the reboot itself is pretty mediocre, let's be honest. it may not be downright terrible, but it’s pretty boring and mediocre, and it’s only being singled out for its beautiful graphics (and even then, computer animation doesn’t suit the style and it looks bad). if it weren’t for all this, I simply wouldn’t care, but I really don’t understand how people can lick this so passionately, and also say that this is a masterpiece and much better than the original, well, excuse me of course. they forgot about the canon, if you are making a direct sequel in the same universe, as reboot are very fond of repeating all the time, then can you at least, I don’t know, normally review the original cartoon? seriously, there's a change in how Cosmo and Wanda met, well guys, I wanted to cry. it feels like everyone who created this didn’t watch anything other than season 9 and half of season 1 (and then only with one eye and background), otherwise I don’t know how to explain these huge holes and illogicality. and the fans are also good, they’re sitting there, they haven’t even watched the show and are already proving something to others and doing something, well, are you serious or what. how many fans of the reboot will cry if I say that fairies canonically cannot have children not from fairies, but how can that be, but what about the children of perirep оh how did it happen🥺🥺🥺 and the fact that Cosmo and Wanda should be fairies of Timmy's children and not on some vacation and with Hazel, because it corresponds to the time, well, who cares about stupid original. and this is not an isolated case.

and also, simply because I didn’t like the reboot (at that time I didn’t hate it yet, I just didn’t love it), so much shit was thrown at me than I had ever seen in my entire stay in the fandom. I was called a racist simply because I don’t like Hazel and I think that she’s not an interesting character, well, because after all, we know that everyone who doesn’t like the reboot is racist, really, yes yes, that's the truth. and also in response to criticism of the reboot, they told me to grow up, touch the grass and that I’m toxic, oh how cool, and after that it’s me who’s bad, it’s me who needs to be cancelled, I DARE NOT TO LOVE A N*W W*SH OMG, that’s how it works yes.

I have enough reasons not to like the reboot and its fans, especially after what happened to me. I really feel bad watching this, it ruined my whole summer, it was terrible, it was so terrible, if they release a season 2, I don’t know how I’ll live, I don’t think I can stand it. I don’t want, I don’t want to see this, I want the fandom to die again, I feel bad, it’s killing me from the inside.

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[the-blossica-fan]

Hi I'm new here but you're Evil!Kakania/Evil!Isolde post broke containment for me and I just had to say my thoughts on it.

I think Evil!Kakania would be indifferent (if not downright dismissive) to the suffering of others and (unlike Canon!Kakania) be very averse to drawing attention to herself. Rather than wanting to improve mental health awareness and better its treatments, her arcane skill made her incredibly jaded and anti-social since everyone is hiding something (even if it's subconsciously) and their "true selves" are always marred by tragedy and trauma. She'd be a massive nihilist who gets annoyed that people ignore just how bad the world really is.

I agree that "Evil"!Isolde wouldn't go into art. I think she'd be an unemployed rake, using her families name and status (as well as her pretty face) to go where she pleases whenever she pleases. Unlike Canon!Isolde I think she would have been on the outs with her family because she was too willful and too opinionated. Rather than an empty vessel to be filled, she would wear her heart on her sleeve and resist being made to act a specific way to please others. Which means she is incredibly direct and expressive, an extrovert to the core (you will know what she is thinking and feeling at a glance).

That's all for now cause if I go into how "and this is how IsoKania can *still work* and *still* be toxic as heck, we'll be here all day. Thank you if you decide to read this 😊

BWAHAHHAHA I'M EVIL?? Well there is enough evidence supporting this claim so, yes, I'm evil 😈 (evil laughter)

Also, hi there!! I'm so glad you liked that post, I love making my children suffer in different ways.

Yes yes! Kakania wouldn't care for the people around her, unlike her normal self. I do think she would be dismissive, not wanting to waste time with unimportant people since her time is too valuable. Taking into consideration what you said (you're so true), since Kakania can see other people's inner wishes and secrets, she goes out of her way to avoid them. Probably uses flashing with her mirror to people who get too annoying to her.

And perhaps she even avoids getting in contact with others, prefers being alone and not saying anything to anyone (I would exclude Isolde in this). It's kind of uncanny to see a silent, non-cooperative and uncaring Kakania.

Also, she would 100% wear some pretty boring clothes like a shirt and pants and let her hair down. She no longer cares for professionalism or fashion.

As for Isolde, goddamn my girl became a good for nothing! It seems I'm not the only one with some ideas for them 😈

Well, I still think she would be normally sane, have her own ideas for her life and trying to work herself out of the hole she has dug by making herself just another Dittarsdorf who uses her name to her advantage.

Really kind and feels a lot of emotions, even if she tries not to get too involved, she always ends up helping other people with what she can help. She's a sweet heart even if she doesn't work for anything most of the time.

And since she doesn't get along well with her family (Maybe with Theophil) she finds herself a new place to belong.

I can imagine people going like "How's Isolde?" And then collectively turn to a teary eyed, pouting and pitiful Isolde. "She's sad" "oh I wouldn't have noticed if you hadn't told me"

Isolde probably avoids Kakania because of how opposite they are but accidentally took her heart with that charming face and genuinely kind personality. I'm sorry girl your actions to use your beauty got you a girl that doesn't know how to control these feelings growing in her heart.

"I would do anything you wanted me to"

"Please I just talked to you for five minutes because I wanted your seat"