#but more nuetral

[thisonehere]

Thinking of you

Part 1 "A match made in Hell"

Part 2 to 4 (???)

Part 3

A/n: Ngl, I was pretty intimidated to write this. You all gave so many awesome ideas on what I could do in part 2, I'm honestly pretty scared this won't live up to them.

Tags: @maulsgf @sweetpanda18

C/w: slight angst, Bi-Han cries a little

Silence. That is all Bi-Han heard as he leaned back in his chair. It was evening time and he was alone in his office attending business, signing important papers and planning specific events for the Lin Kuei. He had gained so much new resources for his clan that he had so much to plan for. As he worked, he couldn't help but be distracted by the silence. It was so loud, and he thought of you. Normally you would wander into his office many times to pester him. You try to urge him to come to bed, try to bring him food, or just sit with him. Bi-Han never paid much mind to it, he often brushed you off. Insisted how much he needed for work, sometimes he would eventually relent to you, other times he wouldn't.

He had never noticed how silent the room was before, but now that you're gone. He hadn't noticed how dark the room was without your smile to brighten it. Nothing's been truly the same since you left. He hasn't been sleeping enough, not eating enough, when he's wounded he goes to the nurses now that you aren't here to tend to his wounds, they lack your gentle touch that makes him feel at ease. Bi-Han stares down at his desk and thinks about those stupid letters you'd leave on his desk. Nothing major, just a letter that would remind him to do certain things, to remember to smile, to remember to drink enough water, to remember how much you loved him.

Perhaps...perhaps he took them, took you, for granted. Bi-Han shook his head and rose from his chair and walked out of his office. He matched through the halls, the sound of his footsteps echoed off the walls. Lin Kuei passed by him and he passed many Lin Kuei, they all side eyed him. He heard whispering as he passed by. Some even so bold as to shoot a glare at him. It's been like this since you made such a big commotion before you left. So many are wondering what happened, some speculate that you had a big argument and you were going away to cool off, other suspect that you had divorced, some even theories that you just left on your first ever mission. All that knew was that you were gone, and when you left, for many it felt like you took the only bit of warmth and love in this place with you.

Bi-Han tried not to think about you, especially the moment when you left, it hurt to think about. It had only been 2 weeks since you had left, but he still thought about it like it was yesterday. He remembered your eyes, the hurt that was in there. He also remembered the distant glare in there, as you were done with it all, was done with him . "Why" he remembered your words.

"Why wasn't I good enough for you? What did I fail to do that a demon could? I-I love you, I'd kill for you, I'd die for you. Why wasn't I enough for you? You were enough for me... you're everything to me..."

Bi-Han let out a sigh as he made his way up a flight of stairs. You were being ridiculous, he thought to himself. You were enough for him, you always were...he just...wanted more. He huffed as he pushed through the door to that to his chambers. "You're back early." There he found her, Sareena, sprawled across the bed. A annoying part of him wished it was you there. She seemed to avoid your side. Maybe out of respect to you, or because she wanted to be on his side to annoy him, something you used to do...

Bi-Han just rolled his eyes and marched into the room, "I finished early." He lied with a grumbly voice. His eyes wandered over to your vanity, once broken now repaired. He remembered how you would spend hours perfecting your image in it's reflection, your always tried to get perfect for him, though you thought he hardly noticed, but he did. He always noticed when you did something new with your hair, if you wore a new lipstick, when you were proud of how good you looked.

"Move over." He growled. Sareena begrudgingly obliged and turned over just enough for him to lay down, but not enough for him to have a lot of space. With a sigh, he laid down next to her in the little space she offered. He could go over to your side, but he just couldn't. Whenever he did he thought too much about you, he could almost swear he could still smell your perfume in the sheets.

Thinking about you was something he tried to do less and less these days. He tried to close his eyes, maybe enjoy Sareena's warmth as he attempted to drift off. But as he closed his eyes, he saw you. It was as clear as day. He saw you, he saw your quaint smile as you laid your head on his chest during the cold nights at the Artika. He wasn't bothered by it, but you were so he would hold and try to keep you warm. He thought of your warmth and how you cutely shivered a little at some points and how he would you tighter and bury you and him under a pile of blankets. He hated remembering this, he was trying to forget you, but you found a way to haunt him even though you weren't dead.

"You know, I didn't know much about her before she left. But I just say, she bloomed the most beautiful flowers I have ever seen." He heard Sareena say finally. Bi-Han eyes shot open and there he saw Sareena holding a flower crown. "Give me that." He says as he quickly took it from her. You had decorated your hair with them to celebrate his return home, you always decorated your hair with flowers to celebrate. Bi-Han remembered how he imported the most exotic flowers he could find just because you showed an interest in them.

He had an entire garden created just for you. When you left your garden died. Bi-Han tried to tend to it, but he didn't have that much of a green dumb. He had managed to collect those flowers you were that night and turned them into a ring of flowers, he used a thin layer of ice to keep it a permanent state of frozen preservation. He cradled it gently in his hands as he thoughtfully looked at it. "You miss her?" Sareena asked as she turned to look up at him. "What? Of course not! She left me, I could not care about her! She-she isn't important to me anymore." Sareena just stared at him, a knowing smirk on her face. He saw the way she looked at him and he immediately felt the need to get defensive. "Y/n is nothing to me!" That only caused Sareena's smile to griw bigger.

That's bullshit, he could no doubt imagine she was thinking. Bi-Han's gaze falls to the ground. "She-she's nothing to me..." his voice was much more subdued, melanchoic and almost defeated. Sareena leaned in forward to Bi-Han. She softly plants a kiss on his forehead. "Get some sleep, okay?" She said softly, she laid her head down onto the pillow, your pillow, her black eyes flutter close and she began to snore sweetly as she went to sleep, if demons could sleep that is. But Bi-Han couldn't sleep, he just sat there and miserably looked down at his bedmate. "Y/n means nothing to me." He repeated to himself silently.

---

The next day wasn't much easier for Bi-Han, the Lin Kuei still stared at him with wonder and suspicion. Bi-Han was tired from a lack of sleep, he spent the night tossing and turning. He dreamt of you. He dreamt that everything was alright, that you were in your garden reading your favorite book as he laid his head in your lap and rested under you.

He awoke in darkness, Sareena was gone, to where? He didn't know. She often went missing for a certain amount of time, then she would randomly show up again. Bi-Han didn't care too much for this. Sareena seemed so cold and distant on so many days, hardly there, and when she was present, Bi-Han tried to enjoy his time with her. But something was missing. You are always a warm and welcoming thing about you, he often feels safe around you. With Sareena, he did not feel quite so safe. He often felt like he had to constantly prove himself to her, show her his strength and hope that it was enough to keep her around.

"You were enough for me... you're everything to me..."

"Bi-Han?" Kuai's voice snapped him out of his thoughts and back into the present. In his office having a meeting with his brothers to discuss future plans for the Lin Kuei. His face hardened as he stared down at his brother. "I'm fine!" He snapped. His brothers stared at him and stay silent this outburst. They have been silent towards Bi-Han a lot lately ever since you left. A firm of solidarity to you, and disappointment towards Bi-Han. It was bad enough that he went against Liu Kang and started to form alliances with dark forces for his gain, him betraying you crossed another for them.

Bi-Han cleared his throat, he reorganized the papers onto his desk. "Anyway...with the sisterhood of shadow, we can now--" the meeting went and Bi-Han started elaborating on all the plans he had for their new assets and allied. His brothers stayed quiet and just stared at him. Which annoyed Bi-Han. He wanted something, anything from his brother, some response, to give him any ideas, to yell at him or berate him, anything that would make him feel like he still had his brothers. "Alright." He leaned back into his chair and rubbed his temples. "If you have something to say to me, just say. We're men, not children. Pouting will get you nowhere."

"How could you do that to Y/n?" Tomas immediately sprung into action, as if he had been waiting for an opportunity to say it. "Tomas, please." Kuai tried to get Tomas to calm down, but he was obviously so riled up. "She loved you! She loved you when no one else could, a-and you did this to her! You're not the least bit ashamed? You don't feel any guilt at hurting the only one who truly loved you!?" Kuai placed a hand on his brother's shoulder, and this seemed to cause him to calm down. "What Tomas is trying to say is, we feel you dealt Y/n a unfair hand. This affair, it is horrible for everyone involved."

Bi-Han just let out a small huff as he rose from his chair. "I would suggest that both of you stay in your place. Especially you, Tomas. What me and Y/n are dealing with falls out of your concern." He calmly strolled over to the window, hands folded behind his back. This only riled Tomas more as he jumped to his feet. "What? Do you think that since you're a grandmaster that suddenly gives you the right to treat everyone else like this?" Kuai quickly rose to his feet and grabbed Tomas's shoulder again, this time with a little more force.

Bi-Han didn't answer, he just stared out the window. "Why? Why are you like this? Is this all you are, bitterness, cruelty, and dishonor? Did you ever even care Y/n? Did you even have the capacity to care for anyone other than yourself?" Bi-Han stayed silent. Tomas gritted his teeth, turned on his heels and marched out the door. Kuai turned to follow him, but before he walked out the door, he looked back at his brother, his eyes softened with disappointment. "Th-there is done truth in Tomas's words. Bi-Han, you wound me with your actions. As your brother I will always love you. But I cannot respect you anymore as Grandmaster." And with that, Kuai gently closed the door behind him.

Silence. With his brothers leaving, the room is flooded with defeating silence. He clenched his hands together and he pressed his eyes shut. Tomas is a fool and so is Kuai, he knows not what he talks about, Bi-Han thought. He began to shake slightly, his breath gets shaky as he presses his eyes tighter. Against his best efforts, a single tear falls down Bi-Han's cheek.

---

"You asked to see me?" It was later in the evening, Bi-Han had summoned one of his most competent Lin Kuei warriors to his office. "Yes." He said in a low voice. His eyes were slightly red, slightly puffy, but the warrior decided that it would be best not to question it. "I requested you here for a specific task, something that is important, something that I never thought I'd ask." The Lin Kuei leaned forward, eager to hear. "I need you to find my wife. I need you to bring her back to me."

A/n: In the next chapter we'll be seeing what Y/n's been up to since leaving

[unordinary-diary]

Blyke in Season 3.

This is my prediction. With the way Season 2 ended, I think they’ll find Blyke months later looking something like this.

Shit happens to people in prison. Terrence was murdered in his cell, Rein was worried about being killed by other inmates, hell, Blyke’s already pretty banged up in the finale and he’s been there for 2.5 seconds. Not to mention that the Authorities seem to have no problem torturing kids *COUgh* Keon.

Perhaps it’s a bit pessimistic, but the story’s been getting a lot darker lately. I doubt Blyke’s getting out of prison without a little extra trauma at least.

Latest Chapter as of Prediction: Side Story — Triple Threat (1)

[imageingrunge]

they will never free my girl nina from that atrocious hair

[minty-drop]

Yandere AL-AN x reader

Type: headcanons

Warnings: mentions of mental abuse, manipulation, a character who knows what he’s doing but doesn’t know the extent it’s going, isolation.

Author note: this is my first time writing for AL-AN so hopefully this is close to canon. I have not played subnatica or subnatica below zero because well I’m Broke lol, but I have watched some gameplay through it and have some knowledge on who AL-AN is. I do hope I did interpret him right though. I find it sad that AL-ANs popularity is not that big anymore, look at them how could you not love them. I put more effort into this one so enjoy!! AL-AN will be using he/they. Reader is gender neutral for all readers to enjoy.

⋆⭒˚.⋆ - AL-AN is a soft spoken, reserved and intelligent being capable of speaking in gentle tones, carefully calculated and rich of precise words that smooth over intentions like a silk blanket that drapes over spikes of emotions that refuse to pierce through the silk. AL-AN is nimble and wise with his ability to communicate with you, gliding around questions that are left unanswered, slithering past accusations and with a flick of a snakes tongue, effortlessly flowing and gracefully swinging anything that is not of interests of him answering back at you.

⋆⭒˚.⋆- While AL-AN has a talent with words, human behaviour is quite new to him, alas making it difficult to understand at times. Even through the difficulties navigating through sarcasm to other factors of human interactions create some gaps in his knowledge of humans, he begins to gain a sense of understanding and a more natural and direct response to those circumstances over time. This makes it easier to form connections between you and him on a variety of topics that are considered important, intriguing or influential.

⋆⭒˚.⋆- AL-AN as intelligent and capable as they are, can be insensitive to some topics unknowingly. Comfort is not necessarily an uncommon nor unnatural language of connection to him, more so due to a lack of it, it is hard to proceed with comforting actions or receive them. Though he makes an effort to try even when you scream and push him away.

⋆⭒˚.⋆-AL-AN’s obsession with you stems from his craving for knowledge about you, curiosity consuming him more than he would like to admit. Soon after this follows the more obvious signs of obsession. The slow isolation, the constant stress of where you are and what you are around and the small but steadily growing physical affection. Eventually these develops into blatant isolation and confinement out of your control, manipulations and mental abuse beyond what you thought he was capable of.

⋆⭒˚.⋆- They are not delusional, they know exactly what they’re doing. How to melt you down and build you again just to smash you back down into a pitiful mess of insecurity and uncertainty. AL-AN knows he’s gone to far. But his morals are thin when it comes to you.

⋆⭒˚.⋆- AL-AN keeps you beside him almost all the time. And you’re not leaving until he’s satisfied with the knowledge he has of your kind (which frankly, is an excuse he tells himself). While he does not mind indulging in the arguments you put up, he will silence you when he becomes irritated or bored, like a zipper shutting and locking everything inside from the outside.

⋆⭒˚.•- AL-ANs got you wrapped tied to him. And there’s nothing you can do about it.

[mooooonnnzz]

if you go, i’ll stay // neteyam x gn!reader

💙 neteyam has to say goodbye to the person he loves

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i literally pooped this one out rn

readers gender is not specified

would u classify this as angst??

could be read as platonic or romantic

neteyam smooches u but not on the lips so it can be taken as platonic??

yeah its angst its not too sad tho i think

also thanks for the support on my last post!! you all are too sweet ❤️ got me giggling and kicking my feet

You held your legs to your chest, letting your head rest on your knees. You had your back upon a large tree, the bark scratching your soft skin. Usually, you would hiss from the pain but you were too tired to care, the pain in your back couldn’t compare to how much your heart was hurting. The bright sun that would normally gleam down on your skin and warm your soul was nowhere in sight. Instead, a murky gray cloud took the sun's place. Your body shivered and you held yourself closer to bring back the warmth you would usually feel. “Oh, Eywa..” You whispered under your breath, fingers digging into the skin of your calves. “Why have you burdened me with such strong emotions?” You close your eyes, in hopes of drifting off to sleep. Hoping that when you wake up, you’re back home, swaying back and forth in your snonivi. Neteyam laying down right next to you, sleeping peacefully and everything that you heard not too long ago was a lie. That Neteyam and his family weren’t leaving for good. But when you opened your eyes you were still in the same spot with the same feeling that weighed heavily on your heart. This time though, Neteyam was standing right beside you. His expression is unreadable but you know well enough he’s feeling the same way you are. Upset and everything above else, sad. He lowered himself down and sat next to you. Your ears cast downwards as your tail wrapped around you protectively, the end of your tail brushing your ankle. You never liked people seeing you so vulnerable and so little, even Neteyam who’s been at your side ever since you were little.

“I’m sorry.” That was the first thing he said. You didn’t respond. He had nothing to apologize for, it wasn’t his fault that they were moving to a whole other place, a place far far away from here. When you were younger, you couldn't imagine a life without Neteyam stuck to your hip, it was mentally impossible to think of something like that. You hoped and prayed to Eywa that you and Neteyam would never be driven apart, that you and him will stick together through thick and thin. Maybe you didn’t truly put your heart into it because here you are, looking at him for what could be the last time ever. Your worst fear came true. You were in so much despair, you have never felt so worthless and fearful before. “You don’t have to apologize, Neteyam.” You spoke up, voice so small and feeble. “It isn’t your fault.” You watched how Neteyam threw his head back against the tree, a loud devastating sigh escaping his mouth. He then looked over to you and frowned, ears drooping down a bit. “When you look at me like that, it feels like I have done something to hurt you.” He says, fingertips gently brushing against the petals of a flower. “You have done nothing.” Your eyes glisten with tears and you rapidly blink your eyes. The last thing you would want to do is cry in front of Neteyam.

“Do you remember how we met?” Neteyam suddenly asks, tail swaying playfully at the mention of fond memory. “Yeah, I was climbing one of the trees when I slipped and fell on you.” You remember the way you gasped when you realized you fell on top of someone and not on something. You were screeching out apologies while you helped Neteyam up. “You broke my hand.” He laughed, looking at his left hand, the hand you broke by accident. “I wasn’t able to use my bow for a while.” He said. “I remember being more upset over that than you.” You felt so bad for breaking Neteyam’s hand that every day you would visit him, checking up on how he was doing and how well his hand was healing up. Neteyam always told you that you didn’t have to come every day but the frequent checkups became more of an excuse to see him. He caught onto it when his hand was fully healed and you still came over to see him. Ever since then, you and him were inseparable.

“I’m going to miss you.” You uncurled your legs from your chest and scooted closer to Neteyam, letting your head rest on his broad shoulder. “I don’t know what I’m going to do without you by my side.” You admit. Neteyam has become such a significant person in your life that a day without him ruins your mood instantly. How will you manage without seeing him at all after this? “You’ll await my return.” He grabs your hand and holds it, his body turning so he could fully face you. “Wait for me.” He whispered, hands moving to cup your face. His thumb caressing the apples of your cheeks, eyes looking at you so softly you swear you could melt right then and there. “If you promise to come back to me, I’ll be right here, waiting for you.”

Neteyam smiled and pulled you in for a hug. You didn’t know how much you needed a hug until now. His arms wrapped around your torso, pulling you in closer to his chest. You let yourself relish the moment, your head burying into his neck as you allowed yourself to silently cry. You were going to miss him so much, miss his hugs, his smile, his laugh. Everything. There wouldn't be a day that goes by where you won’t be missing him. He separated from the hug and sorrowfully smiled at you, tears of his own escaping his beautiful eyes. He held your face in his hands and you leaned into the touch. “I see you.” He kissed the tears that were on your cheeks. “I see you.” 

“Neteyam!” His ears perked up, a defeated sigh left him. His mother was calling out for him. He pressed his lips against your forehead and cheek. “Wait for me, please.” With one last hug, you and him said your final goodbyes and separated.

You did what he told you to do and waited for his return. But he never did return and you were left waiting for someone who was never going to come back.

i usually dont have a lot of inspo but omg my brain is swimming with ideas and im jus shitting them out honestly gotta write them out b4 they leave yk?? anyways hope u liked this one or not. hope i didnt write neteyam too ooc here 🙏 if you also want to be tagged in any new fic i make, u can comment that u wanna be tagged and i’ll tag u in the next post <33

[tatck]

I wanna say eggman is the most changed in my au, but then again he's not. but he is.

[speckle-meow-meow]

Philip and his human bethroted in the Boiling Isles?

Oh fuck-

Okay okay okay okay

He would be INCREDIBLY protective of you

While he tries to find you to a way home you succumb to your new habitat and sorta look around

He doesn't like to say this but he hates it when you wonder around

Especially when your both in town

He's experienced first hand the harassment of those awful creatures

See unlike your beloved your more open minded you've talked to a lot of witches and explained your situation without revealing everything

They gladly helped you!

Over time Philip started to learn more about their culture and history of the boiling isles

First he became a priest.

Then he figured out the magic of the Talasments(?)

While Philip or as he liked to be called "Belos" used Talasments(?) To stay alive you found a better option

One that wouldn't turn you into a monster.

You tried convincing your beloved to use this method he simply told you that this was a better option.

After years of being in the Boling isles he became the emperor and created a coven

You became the Empress a being of ethereal beauty to the people of the isles

Although this life is very lavish and wonderful it get incredibly boring by each day

Your beloveds noticed and does everything in his power to keep that smile on your face

And he knows he can't do that with just gifts

So every night he takes you outside those castle walls and on a late night adventure

Looking and all the wild life and seeing what more this world has to offer

Your beloved loves you very much and will do anything in his power to keep you and him safe.

And I mean

Anything.

{Hello anon! Thank you for requesting! And sorry this came out so late. I was hit with major writers block, so I'm updating little by little! But I hope you enjoyed this!! Comments, hearts, reblogs, requests, and questions are allowed!! }

[awriterandabird]

a protection pact!!!!

okya...... we can do a little more autisming on the dash today 😇😇

need to draw space once a day everyday forever ever or i DIE!!!!! alsos...... this opening sequense is embeded in my brain it really goes LITTLE OOGIE IS MY HOMIE FOR LIIIFE

[dollopheadedmerlin]

Fun fact

Bo is short for Bonnie, which is my birth name, and a name I still enjoy and go by.

Sometimes, when I meet other queer people, they for some reason get the impression that maybe I am only recently out? Or that I am people pleasing or something. Because I often introduce myself as "Bonnie, or Bo, whichever you prefer" because I like when a mixture of people call me one name or the other.

And then I get responses like "you could just be Bo, if you wanted, you know." Or "you don't have to keep Bonnie, if you don't want to."

And I'm like??? Chill out please. I do want to be Bonnie. In fact, people who are very close to me (my significant other, my childhood best friend) never call me Bo. And I don't want them to. Bo is almost like a stage name. It's a pen name. And Bonnie is more personal. More accurate. It's not because it's my "dead name". I don't happen to have a dead name. I don't keep it to appease people.

My goodness, and I've been out since high school, I've have gender affirming surgery already. I don't get why people think I'm "holding back" or something? Stop being weird and insisting that I don't need my full name. I WANT my full name. It's mine.

[selineram3421]

🌊The Water-Bending Sun Warrior☀️

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~Seline, the person.

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Zuko ML

[limpfisted]

@silksworn [ YOU ARE SOPPING WET IN A CARDBOARD BOX ALL ALONE, A MOUND AND A BLOB OF WET SHAPEABLE FEELINGS AND FLESH, AND I AM SO WRONG, BUT SO RIGHTEOUS, TO MEET SUCH A NOBLE VICTIM. THE AUTUMN BALL. ]

Iraestra may be just as prickly as the others----but Wyll gets along well enough with them, just fine. There is something to be said about a warrior's bond. Don't think he didn't notice her take his hand in the battle against Ketheric and bring him to his feet. Don't think he didn't notice the true passion and fire in her eyes----when she struck down Mykrul as if he was made of glass and not bone.

It is not that Wyll does not see that she is selfish, and unkind, and that she has rolled her eyes at him at every attempt of his own selflessness and kindness, but that, well... he sees the atrocities, and is pretending he can fix her, or that The Absolute is their truest issue, or that as long as she doesn't hurt anyone in front of him---he can rest easy knowing its not his fault, or he can watch her like a hawk and make sure she doesn't hurt anyone, and grow gradually to trust her as much as he thinks she's cool, just charismatic, intelligent, interesting, in ways some of the other party members fail to be. (He has average wisdom, for a human, and that means he can justify anything, reasoning it out in such logical tangles he can mystify himself with his own made-up mythos.)

She is something new, something shiny, proof that what they are doing---fighting against the Absolute, is just, even beyond the obvious.

And perhaps, perhaps, there is a part of him that wants her to smile at him, laugh at his jokes, for his own amusement. Can they not be friends? Can they not acknowledge him each other's humanity?

And she looks beautiful in the fae realm at this Autumn's Ball. Really, just dashing. This is the perfect chance to get closer to her. To get to know her. To show her he can fix her, make her better, rescue her---a damsel in distress.

And the night is young. And the night is just as dark and beautiful as she is, and just as full of secrets, and in Wyll's eyes... potential promise.

"Dance with me? Just one dance. I fear you are the only one who can match me beat for beat." The flames in his eye twinkle, as if kissed by starlight instead of Hellfire. "Please? Allow for this Devil's pact: You dance with me, I grant you one boon later. Anything you wish."

A dangerous, stupid thing to say. But he's hungry, to chew on her feelings, to forge a new, intimate connection that he can control and fantasize himself the hero in.

Wyll Ravengard is kind, but even the selfless can be a little too self-indulgent to speak their true fantasies out loud.

Acknowledgement of her humanity, indeed.

[oscarspubliclibrary]

It’ll be interesting to see how lewis performs in comparison to george this weekend since. If he performs worse again after doing well in the practice sessions itll seem to confirm the email leak. But. If he does better it could seem like mercedes is changing their behavior to compensate which will confirm to people that mercedes was actually favoring george

[roughentumble]

ok fan theories, what kind of scents do we think jaskier/dandelion wears when he uses colognes/perfumes?

[jackstheprinceofhearts]

Any book recommendations pls and ty? 🤲

hello! ofc i can give you some recs but it really depends on what you're looking for :)

classics:

if you wanna get into classics i would recommend frankenstein if you haven't read it!! i love frankenstein and it's one of my favorite books!!

romance/enemies to lovers that i found to be entertaining!!!:

these violent delights duology, foul lady fortune, serpent & dove, to kill a kingdom, daughter of the pirate king, and renegades are enemies to lovers that are all pretty good (renegades is more of a 4 star for me but still fun)

some spooky books/a little darker books >:): coraline, vicious and vengeful, probably a few more that i can't really think of rn lol

manga recommendations: the girl from the other side series!!!

random books that are good but i can't really describe to you why: we were liars, heartless, the inheritance games.

i don't have a lot of book recs but there are some :D i probably would have more if you gave me a little more context to what you're looking for.

also warning: quite a few of these have s*xual content or some darker content so please do research on these if there's a lot of things that bother you before reading them :)

[spamsandsuch]

I feel its important to contextualize to newer fans that acid theory does not simply pertain to the idea that spamton fell into Queen’s acid pool, but more so that he fell into the acid pool and THAT’S how Spamton became a puppet (and also shorter). The original theory hinged on the idea that queen/swatch/the swatchlings were the ones to throw Spamton into the pool, possibly as a punishment (whether this concept happened during its eviction or as a result of breaking back into the mansion is something fans have explored). However, it’s important to recognize that this sequence in particular is only a theory and isn’t canon, as there’s other evidence in deltarune that can contradict this theory (the most popular one being spamton’s “vactioning in burning acid” line being translated differently in the japanese version, which instead translates to their eyes burning from something bright. A more recent point of evidence is the fact that spamton noted that’s its always been short during the Spamton Q&A, contradicting the other aspect in the acid theory). As a result its important to note the reference of Spamton falling into the pool in the Spamton Sweepstakes doesn’t necessarily prove that acid theory is canon, but more so does confirm the fact that Spamton has, indeed, been pushed into the pool at one point.

[squuote]

Bound + Ghost + Mask for the Entity

bound: Has your OC ever been imprisoned or captured? What happened? How did they get out? Did the experience leave any scars?

More like the other way around if that ever happened; they would be the one doing the imprisonment or capturing. They don’t actually do that but if a situation called for it, they very much likely would (deal gone wrong, etc). Though I guess one thing you could technically count as scars would be the mirror fragment textures that littler their body, usually caused by someone shattering a mirror they’re presenting themself in! (it doesn’t hurt them though but I think they would count as scars)

ghost: Who or what haunts your OC? What happened? How do they live with their ghosts?

They’re the ghost that haunts actually. The entity or Viewer has little to no remorse for what they do or who they haunt. If they see someone they can prey upon, they’re gonna try.

mask: Does your OC wear a mask, literally or figuratively? What goes on beneath it? Is there anyone in their life who gets to see who they are under the mask?

Yes. Yes they do. :-)

Mysterious quota aside, the Viewer steals other people’s faces for a living. The faces are like masks that they can wear to essentially become the person who it belonged to. Identity theft but in a much more literal and physical sense. They do technically make offers and trades to people in exchange for a face but it almost always ends with the Viewer taking advantage of the situation and taking the mask for themself, even if they have to cheat for it.