#curious to see what ideas you'll get of their love story just from the music before i finish writing those oneshots

[wrongcaitlyn]

psst. pollen enthusiasts. i made a playlist.

the title is from espresso despite espresso not even being on the playlist i just thought it was funny (will prob change it to a lyric from loml eventually) but!!! it's all in order. their story from beginning to end. in music. can you tell i may be even more obsessed with them than the literal main couple of the series.

[writing-for-life]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN DREAM'S HAIR USED TO BE WHITE!! oh my god. i just saw your post about killala and i have now perished. thanks for breaking my heart.

but also hi!! i'm relatively new to the fandom and it's a great place to be. i haven't finished reading all the comics yet but i'm curious to know:

what do you think are the main differences between TV!Dream and Comics!Dream? i've heard so many people claiming that he is incapable of changing, for instance, and though the show does convey his overall rigidity pretty well, i'm not getting the vibe that he's immutable.

also!! it's clear that he feels a lot. which is always funny to me when the corinthian is like yo, try this and maybe you'll feel something for a change but like. he does!!! or i get the impression that he does. he probably feels too much if anything?? all of it simmering just beneath the surface, barely contained. how would you personally analyze his relationship with his own emotions?

i hope all of this is coherent enough for you to answer lmao, i saw your post about enjoying being asked sandman questions two seconds after i woke up and barged into your inbox. hope you have a lovely day!

Thanks so much for the ask, and welcome if you’re new(ish) to the fandom! 🤗

I’m sorry I broke your heart—much more heartbreak to come I fear if you haven’t read the comics yet, so I’ll try to keep this as spoiler-free as possible.

I am one of those people who believes the differences between comics!Dream and show!Dream are actually not as big as they are made out to be where it matters, and you will definitely find people who disagree. At the end of the day, we all read it through our own lens and will never be fully objective about it.

The main difference I see is that they filed off the rough edges of the comics a bit to make a new audience sympathise more. It’s very hard to do that with a character who is basically in full arsehole mode for most of the first 40 issues or so, and even then only slowly begins to come out of it (although we can obviously see glimmers of what lies below the surface at the beginning of the comics, too, but it’s far more subtle than in the show). I’ve worked in musical theatre for a over decade of my life and understand a bit about bringing the written word to stage/screen, and some things simply don’t translate well from book to stage/screen, and you have to change it. So my personal opinion is we get a more sympathetic Morpheus and certain changes so the audience can do exactly that—sympathise off the bat. You will lose an audience pretty quickly if they don’t care about the protagonist and the universe he moves in, and you can’t be as nuanced about it as you can be in a written work. We’re talking about streaming services thinking about profits here, even if people don’t want to hear it.

Also: The more you sympathise with a character, the deeper the emotional investment and the more you feel, even if it hurts.

Having said this, I don’t think Morpheus is incapable of change, and I never got where that idea comes from. His biggest flaw is that he believes he cannot change (and even he has moments when he admits he might have). In the introduction to Endless Nights, Neil Gaiman says that he was once asked to describe The Sandman in twenty-five words or less, and famously, it was this (you might have heard it):

“The Lord of Dreams learns that one must change or die, and makes his decision.”

And I think some people might have wrongly taken that for an either/or thing. I don’t want to say too much at this point because I don’t know how much you know (if you’d like spoilers or already know how it ends, let me know, I’ll happily expand on it). Only so much:

He is capable of change, also in the comics. Very obviously so. But just like he denies he has his own story (which also isn’t true), he denies he can change. Or at least he thinks he perhaps cannot change enough (it’s actually hard to write about this without giving everything away, help! 🙈).

As for his feelings: He does feel, but again, it is something he pushes down and will deny himself. Until it bursts to the surface and breaks through, and when that happens, it’s usually with, well, let’s say varying results, and that’s putting it mildly. Personally, I’d say he has problems relating to his feelings, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel. Quite the opposite in my view. He holds the collective unconscious—all unprocessed feelings and whatever else floats around in that collective mess, and it’s exactly what he says to the Corinthian in that famous scene: he needs to keep a lid on it and keep that lid firmly closed so all of it doesn’t consume him. But that also means denying himself the feelings that are linked to his own personhood (if you want to call it that). There’s Dream of the Endless, and then there’s Morpheus. And while they’re one and the same and inseparable, Morpheus is also the “point of view”. The character, the person, if you will. And deep down, he craves that personhood so badly. Out of all the Endless, he is the only one who basically collects names because they mean having something beyond his function, which is also mirrored in what he tells Death in “The Sound of her Wings”: he wants something more. He is the only one whose realm is populated with sentient beings (yes, I know Despair has rats, but I think you get my drift). He is desperately lonely and struggles with it. He seeks connection yet denies it to himself. That’s not someone who doesn’t feel.

I don’t know if this answers your questions at all—I was doing the wild “spoiler-free” dance 🤣 But please let me know if you want me to go a bit deeper, I love talking about this stuff.

You can also have a look at my metas if you haven’t already. The headers pretty much explain what they’re about and what spoiler-level to expect, but none of them are truly spoiler-free I guess:

Again, thanks so much for encroaching on my inbox, and feel free to follow up if anything was left unanswered.

@dreamaturgy ask answered

[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

Question (because i'm curious and because i love enabling friends' hyperfixation): what is Tengu no Daidokoro? Why do you like it? What are you hoping for in a s2?

Also, should i watch it?

I adore Koisenu Futari and i have other similar queer-people-in-their-daily-life Japanese shows on my watch list (i loved my dining table and i have Kinou nani Tabeta and Tsukuritai Onna to Tabetai Onna waiting) that i just know i will love once i have the time to watch it!

Is Tengu no Daidokoro anything like it?

Thank you so much for this ask cause it gives me the opportunity to share my love for this show and also maybe make other people want to check it out.

Before anything else. This is not a queer show. All those shows you mentioned are some of my favourite shows, as you can see by my choice of pfp I adore Koisenu Futari as well. Kinou Nani Tabeta and Tsukutabe are magic and I really hope you get to them because they are so amazing. But Tengu is not that. It's an absolute gem and I adore it.

Now. Why do I love it? Why I am excited like it's christmas morning and I still believe in santa? So many reasons...

-IT'S GORGEOUS (if I hadn't binged this ,I would've giffed every frame)

I mean the greens are just incredible. All the colours in these show are actually. The change in the colours is amazing as well. My delusional brain will believe that this second season was made specifically so that me and @colourme-feral could once again lose our minds over THE GREENS.

-It's about two brothers. (I love stories around family)

Motoi (older brother played by Komagine Kiita) and On. A city 14 year old who comes to stay at his older brother's house in a rural area. They are estranged and have little in common. On is the perfect representation of 'kids these days...' (I know I'm getting old when this is what comes to mind), completely hates the idea of being away from the city and technology and internet (I related). Motoi is at home here, he's very quiet and calm. I love them. I love this relationship. I love how it grows and I can't wait to see where they go next.

-The food. (I love food)

Motoi has his own vegetable garden and he makes everything from there or other local sources. Just like the shows you mentioned in your ask, the food is a major ingredient to this story. It's the thing that brings these brothers together as well. the scene in the above gif is one of my favourites because of that. Not gonna give you spoilers.

-The dog. but also...

this is where the show takes a different turn than you'd expect. although not really because it's in the synopses, but if you only knew this show from gifs and this post you would not see this one coming. There's a supernatural element to this show. For starters that cute dog you see there, he talks. He's a talking dog!!! And he is delightful. but also this

(Can we just stop for a second and appreciate how beautiful Kiita is? I barely recognized him in 25 ji.) So yeah it's in the show's name, Tengu's Kitchen. Tengu's are a legendary creature from japanese folklore and the brothers are descendants of them. (more info here about that if you're curious).

-The three of them.

I adore them. I don't want to say more so you'll just have to watch it.

-the setting (did I mention it's gorgeous?)

I know I've mentioned the visuals but it's not just that. it's the scenery and the rhythm and the music (I love the ost of this show) and the everything. Look I watch shows for a bunch of different reasons. This one, I watch it, or rewatch it as the case may be, for my soul. It's beautiful, it's soothing, it's touching, and I feel better after watching it. I really can't explain it any other way.

There are more things I could say honestly but this is already so much longer than I intended. But it's 10 episodes of 30 minutes and as with a lot of jdramas, an incredible human @aoinousagi has fansubbed it for our viewing plesure. here is the link to their post.

These are just some of the reasons I love it and can't wait to watch more. I never expected it but this day is better because of that announcement alone. I'm so happy. I will do rewatch soon, and probaly gif more of it so maybe more people will want to check it out.

@yannig thank you so much for this question. Sorry if it's a bit of a incoherent mess but I'm really excited and having trouble putting it into words. And I know there are a lot of shows to watch and not enough time to watch them all, so of course no pressure, but if you're ever in the mood for something that is wholesome and beautiful I do recommend it highly.

[batsight]

Star Flower, loner, Medic of SkyClan

She/Her, cis bisexual

Mother: Turnip

Father: One Eye

Adoptive Father: Skystar

Siblings: Unnamed, all deceased.

Design notes:

-She is styled after the Pokemon, Ogerpon

-The plants are a physical part of her body. They grow out of her.

-She is the physical embodiment of The Blazing Star.

Story notes: [Abuse CW]

-She was born as a normal kitten to a traveling band of rogues who loved to trade and spread their music. Unfortunately, this band died out to a plague, one that nearly took her own life. Desperate to save his family, her father Carrot traveled to a set of tunnels in Sanctuary Lake rumored to house a reality-bending god. He asked the god for a cure, and the god asked for his eye in return. They made the exchange, and he retrieved a glowing, golden, five pointed flower. However, he was too late to save most of his family, so the entire cure went to his surviving kit. He wasn't expecting her to survive the night given her fragile state and the dubiousness of the exchange...

-But the next morning, she was perfectly fine- great, even. If a little... odd... were those buds growing on her paws...?

-It only got stranger from there. When Carrot ended up finding more cats suffering from the plague, just a few calming purrs from his kit seemed to have them ripe and ready to go the next morning. Carrot understood then what had happened- his kit had become the cure herself. And cats were starting to look towards them more, started begging for her healing, for anything. And Carrot had lost everything... wasn't it time to start winning stuff back?

-And so, the pair became One Eye and Star Flower, for recognition's sake. The two formed their own small group, filled with cats Star Flower had healed. Star Flower loved to spread her magic where she went, to save cats from the brink of death and be showered with their love and appreciation. They felt like they owed a great debt to her, and she enjoyed that.

-She was very close with her father, even if their relationship could be strained. One Eye loved her, but to an extent, he also used her. He grew arrogant in his success, believing he had become the accomplice to a god, and began to hold that over cats who fell sick. He grew desperate for control and Star Flower was his key to that.

-One day, however, her father's group encountered the early clans. They were just beginning to settle down, work out their new rules, and declare borders. But what caught the group's attention was the near murder of a young kittypet, almost mauled to death by proto-SkyClan's leader, Skystar. Unable to heal wounds with her magic, Star Flower managed to bring the cat to a twoleg, who took her away.

-Appalled by the cruelty, Star Flower took a great interest in Skystar's group, and witnessed several of his other crimes against his cats and the other groups. As did One Eye, who, seeing the early signs of a plague, had an idea to put this cat and the other leaders in their place.

-One Eye and Star Flower joined the group, with One Eye acting as a curious loner, flattering Skystar with praise. Skystar enjoyed his company, and so One Eye grew in the rank rather quickly. He also took a great interest in Star Flower and her abilities. After murdering Tom, who insulted the cats and attempted to attack them, One Eye took the chance to take control over the group, overpowering Skystar and using Star Flower's power to keep the remaining cats in line- everything is going to be okay, you'll get your cure... if you stay in line and do as One Eye says.

-This went on for a moon, of Star Flower holding her magic over the heads of her clients to keep their loyalty towards One Eye. She would be lying if she said she didn't feel pride at it all at helping her father.

-Ultimately, One Eye was overthrown and killed when Skystar came back with reinforcements from the other clans. The rest of the rogues they'd accumulated ran off, and suddenly, Star Flower was alone. She'd never been without her father, and running would mean abandoning his grave, which she didn't want. But... this place had been a home to her for some time now, and she needed a place to stay. SkyClan had taken all of the available territory in the area, anyways, and she was in no shape to brave the other territories or twolegplace. So she offered her power to SkyClan as a peace offering and asked for shelter in return.

-Skystar was still sore from the event, but he couldn't deny that having Star Flower as an asset would be beneficial to him in the long run. And around this point, his son Thunderstar had disowned him and split off ThunderClan from SkyClan. He felt that he was losing allies, losing family, and he latched on to desperate Star Flower very quickly- as a cat who would never disobey him.

-Skystar takes Star Flower under his wing as his new child, her new ward, instating her as a medic. And because she is loyal to a fault, she won't disobey a new leader so similar to her father. And so, he pushes her to do humiliating things in front of the camp, ranging from general chores like tick baths, to forcing her to run laps around camp with an injury if she took too long to work her magic. He would take out his frustration from gatherings on her and berate her over the most menial things. He would make her withhold her power to help anyone in the clan who had displeased him. And if Star Flower ever tried to stick up for herself, all he had to do was remind her of what she did, how she helped torment his cats by holding a cure over their heads to help out her father.

-This went on for years, Star Flower becoming more and more despondent. One night, there was a particularly stressful gathering, in which Skystar got into a territorial dispute with Thunderstar over a pack of dogs ravaging the territories. He lost the dispute, came home, and immediately took it out on Star Flower, shouting at and attacking the molly for "taking too much food she didn't deserve". And something in Star Flower finally snapped, and for the first time, she didn't save a life- she took one. And another. And another. As many as what remained in Skystar's soul. She was discovered taking his very last life in his nest, while she was wondering if she could pin it on the dogs. She escaped the camp, and wandered the territory for the rest of her life.

-Unfortunately, while she finally won against Skystar in the moment, it was history who decided the victor. Sparrowstar declared that they couldn't let a tragedy like this happen ever again, and doubled down on banishing rogues. Every rogue-born cat was looked at with suspicion from then on, and as the decades began to pass, Star Flower's story became twisted and bent. As the story is told, a rogue had infiltrated SkyClan's camp asking for help, but had manipulated and charmed the leader with her prowess and rose in the ranks just high enough to take him out and attempt to claim his spot. Her story was used as a cautionary tale against rogues, warning cats against those who would infiltrate the camp and rot it from the inside. Eventually, even her true name was lost to time...

Rotten Flower, Warrior of The Dark Forest

Skystar didn't hesitate to throw her in the depth of the Dark Forest when she died. She wears her mask constantly, trying to keep away from the sickness of the muck. She's embraced the false myth made about her, claiming to have killed a founder for power and prestige. But in reality, it's been so long that she's forgotten her family, her power, her name. She barely even remembers Skystar himself. Though she's admired in the Dark Forest for her achievements, she doesn't hang around anyone, and acts hostile to those who approach her.

Perhaps someone can help her remember who she truly is...?

[dreamingofep]

Sinned Awakening pt. 10🩸

An AU Elvis fic

(Vampire!Elvis/Vampire Austin!Elvis × reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Request: No

Prompt: Getting promoted to be Elvis full time housekeeper, you realize the man holds secrets beyond belief and your undeniable attraction makes you fear the unknown. [Fem!Reader]

TW: Cussing, tension, angst, spanking, oral, Smutt, blood/gore 🩸

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 7.7K

A/N: Hello everyone!

Welcome to part 10! I can't believe we've gotten this far! There's still so much we're learning about these two and it's only getting more complex by the day. A reminder, this is Vampire!Elvis so there is going to be mentions of blood/gore from here on out. If that's not your thing, sorry but it's needed for the story.

There's a lot going on this chapter that I've been wanting to include in a chapter at some point but haven't felt like its the right time. First off, when I first had the idea for this fic, I was curious when the first vampire myth came to be. It turns out it started out in Ancient Greece and a "vampire like being" was created by the gods. It fascinated me and I knew I needed to incorporate it into my story somehow.

Second, I have a soft spot for Elvis singing gospel. I know I needed to add a meaningful song to the chapter to show his vulnerability and You'll Never Walk Alone came to my head. When Elvis recorded this, it is actually him playing the piano in the recording. While this isn't technically a gospel song, it was written by Rodgers and Hammerstein for the musical Carousel but you can see how Elvis might have interpreted it as so. Take a listen if you want 🤭

I wanna say thanks to those of you for reading from the very beginning or, if you somehow stumbled across this one late night on Tumblr or Ao3 and decided to give it a shot. Your enthusiasm about this little story makes my heart sing so thank you!

If you’d like to start reading from the beginning, start here. 🩸

Thank you again! Please let me know what you think in the comments or send me a message!

Sorry for any spelling mistakes and overall goofs.🖤

You shake your head at him, watching him give you that sly smirk that you love so much, knowing that he has you in the palm of his hand. He leaves the bedroom with the door open and you follow him to see where he’s run off to so quickly. You grab the pajama top and put it back on you, buttoning the first few and following him into the next room. 

He’s standing by the small bar and opens a bottle of water. You walk to him leaning over the ledge as he hands you the glass. 

“Here honey,” he says smoothly. 

You take a sip, not realizing how much you need this. He comes around the bar to sit on the stool, drinking you in. He had his pajama bottoms on but left his chest exposed, giving you the best view imaginable. You look him up and down as he does to you and press your lips together, fighting the smirk forming on your face.

You step in between his legs, rubbing your hands up his chest gently, gliding around his neck, then up to his hair. He murmurs contently, but you pull at his hair harshly, making him grunt. 

You get close to his ear, “Take this out of me. Now.” You growl. 

“No. Not yet,” he says smugly, laughing softly. 

“What do you mean not yet?” you hiss. “I’m not having you play with me like this.”

He puts his hand around your neck, softly squeezing it, and makes you look at his dangerous eyes.

“Yes, you will. Trust me, you will listen to me,” he boasts.

“No, I won’t. You forget that I can resist your… charm,” you smirk at him, knowing that’s going to piss him off. He hates that you can’t be compelled by him and shoving it in his face is the icing on the cake. 

He squeezes his eyes closed in a frustrated manner and opens them back up facing you intensely. 

“You’re going to be the death of me hmm? Just never going to listen and constantly test me?” He grumbles rubbing his thumb lightly over the bruise on your neck. 

“Hmm… yes that sounds like a marvelous plan. Can’t let you get too comfortable,” you tease. 

“Using my own words against me, I don’t know what I’m going to do with you,” he quips, running his fingers through your hair. 

“I’m sure you’ll find a way,” you tease. “But first do something else with this,” you grunt, taking your finger and pulling the ring out of you, pushing it against his chest, your slick covering it. 

His eyes light up in shock and stares at you. You know you’re pushing it, he likes to be obeyed but something in you loves to get a rise out of him. It’s all dangerous though, his mood is so drastic especially when he’s hungry so you have to watch yourself. It’s been two days since he fed and you’re unaccustomed to how he acts when he does need to eat again. Can’t be worse than the first day you two met so you think you can handle anything. 

He doesn’t grab the ring right away, just looks at you like he could pin you down in one swoop and make you beg for his mercy. His eyes grow dark and his lips form a pompous look, waiting for your next dangerous move. You decide to grab his hand and slip the ring back on his ring finger. 

“There you go sweetheart,” you say mockingly, walking away towards the bathroom to wipe the slick in between your thighs. In the blink of an eye, he is in front of you again, towering over you, his breathing heavy. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” He seethes. 

“I’m not leaving if that’s what you’re thinking. You don’t have to break the doorknob again,” you taunt. 

His face drops and his eyes turn fiery. “You are unbelievable. Someone ought to put you in your place,” he rasps.

“I know honey. Put me on top of the piano again and show me how to behave,” you quip, rubbing your hand against his cock making him hiss in frustration. 

He quickly picks you up and puts you over his shoulder. You gasp and try to get out of his grasp but he’s far too strong compared to you. He takes long strides to the guest room and puts you down on the bed face down. You put your arms out quickly to brace yourself but he roughly grabs your wrists, putting them behind your back. You protest and continue to try to wiggle out of his hand that is grasping onto both of your wrists, keeping you still. You rest your forehead on the bed and let out a frustrated grunt. 

He pulls at your hair to turn your head to the side and leans down into the crook of your neck. 

“What did you think that kind of behavior was going to get you? You just like gettin’ me all riled up, is that it?” He hisses. You know you’re gonna get it, your little game has now turned into his and he loves to win. You feel him nip at your neck causing both of you to grunt. 

“Maybe a little,” you whimper. 

He doesn’t like that answer. Not one bit. 

He grunts and takes another nip at your neck. 

“I know I can’t make you listen to me, but I’m gonna have to teach you to listen to me,” he growls. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion but that’s when you feel it. 

His hand moves up to scrunch your pajamas out of the way and giving you a spank on your ass. You’re in shock and the stinging left behind on you makes you gasp. 

“Elvis don’t you dare!” You squeal out. 

“You’re gonna listen to me from now on won’t you,” he asks, giving you another spank. 

Your eyes water, not used to the feeling of anyone hitting your backside like this. He gives you another spank, letting out a breathy grunt. 

“Elvis!” You squeal. 

He pulls at your hair again, making your head lift from the bed. 

“Are you gonna listen? You gonna be good for me?” 

“Mhmm… most of the time,” you grumble, gasping for air. 

His hand comes down again but this time, a little moan comes out of your mouth instead and a new wave of pleasure begins to pour over you. You shouldn’t be surprised at this point that Elvis has unlocked another spark of pleasure you didn’t know existed before him. 

Now you want him to spank you, turning his little game into your pleasure.  

He murmurs contently,“Mhmm thats what I thought. You liking your punishment now honey?” He growled. 

“Your hands feel too good on me to be a punishment,” you gasp.

He gives you one last spank and you can’t help but moan louder. 

“Oh fuck, baby,” you groan. He squeezes your ass and places a kiss in the crook of your neck. He moans too and his fingers graze your folds, wet with arousal. 

“Jesus, such a naughty girl. I should put something in your mouth for saying such vulgar things.” He grumbles.

“Mhmm, I think that would be the appropriate punishment,” you tease.

He lets go of your wrists and turns you around to face him towering over you, your back laying on the bed, and your legs wrapped around his torso. He has a string grip on your thighs and has a big grin on his face when you look up at him. 

“You just can’t behave,” he growls, his thumb lightly pressing on your clit making you jump, still very sensitive. 

You shake your head no at him, batting your eyes at him. 

“Don’t be mad at me. I’ll be good. I’m sorry,” you whimper. His thumb continues to tease and you feel yourself get wetter. You watch his almost drunk eyes look at your weeping pussy and watch how he wants you to himself all over again. He pulls down the waist band of his pajamas and takes his cock out, hard once again. He really wasn’t lying that he never gets tired…

“Show me then. Show me how sorry you are,” he commands. His voice makes you quiver and you know what he’s asking for. You adjust your body on the bed and lay on you stomach, your forearms popping you up. You lick the tip of him softly, making him sigh with satisfaction.

“Please, forgive me baby,” you whisper before you wrap your lips around his head and suck, taking more of him in your mouth gradually. His hips buck into your mouth, wanting to fill you quickly with his length. You moan out, loving the way he’s so eager.

You know what he likes and know what will get him to come unglued the fastest. Your hand reaches for his balls, massaging them lightly. He bucks his hips into you again, causing you to gag around him.

“You fucking naughty girl,” he moans, placing his knee on the bed to move easier. You lick and suck more, groaning when how he puts more of his cock down your throat, making your eyes water.

“Sucha good girl. Relax your throat and let me fuck it some more,” he growls, taking a fist full of your hair in his hand and moves in and out of you. Your hand continues to touch his balls, getting him to let out all these animalistic grunts. 

You let him move, feeling how he won’t last that long with how you’re touching him and the way he’s moving inside you. You place your hand on his shaft that’s not in your mouth and jerk him off, licking and sucking his sensitive head.

He keeps groaning and cursing your name, getting so close.

“Baby, I’m gonna cum, right in that pretty mouth of yours,” he moans, moving his hips a few more times before he releases in your mouth. He fills your mouth quickly and makes you fall apart too with the sounds he’s making. You can’t help but gag around his length and moan with how he’s using you. It’s so dirty but you couldn’t care less. He was yours. All yours. 

He pulls his cock out of your mouth and watches you swallow everything he gave you. You smirks at you, pulling your body up to kiss you.

His lips devour yours and has his hands back on your body, consuming your bare flesh. You moan into his mouth loving how he feels on you. He slips his tongue into your mouth and deepens the kiss further. He feels like heaven as he touches all the parts that only he knows you like to be caressed.

He briefly pauses, giving you some air. 

“You’re good at apologizing,” he groans, going back to give you another kiss. 

You nod your head in agreement, “oh I’m glad you accepted the apology,” you quip. 

He smiles down at you, “So bad. You’re so bad. I like a good girl,” he teases. 

“Well, you’re going to have to deal with a bad girl then,” you say, your voice sultry. 

His hands squeeze your ass, pushing your body more into him. God, you’re a mess because of this man. He knows how to make you weak at all times and half the time he isn’t even trying. You’re addicted to his attention and his body and the way he makes you feel. It’s all never enough. You don’t know where this is going to end up but all you know is you need him at all times. Probably not the same level as him but in terms of being human, you didn’t want him to go away and leave you.

He smoothly pulls you onto him, having you lay your head on his chest. His skin melts into your warmth and makes you want to fall asleep on him. You feel so content here and you two wallow in the silence together. The longer you lay there, a chill runs through your body and his body temperature starts to make you shiver. He tries to hold you tighter but it isn’t helping. He grabs the blanket at the edge of the bed and covers your body.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers.

“It’s fine,” you says, wrapping the blanket tighter around you.

You adjust your head on his chest and your ear presses into where his heart is and for the first time, you hear his strange heartbeat. It’s so faint, barely obtainable by your ears and his slow breathing makes you realize how inhuman he really is. 

All of him is a facade that is made to please his victims. It’s so strange feeling and touching him knowing what you know now.

Thump…….silence……. 

Your hand trails up his stomach to his chest, placing your hand over his heart and look up at him surprised.

“I know,” he says, looking at you like he knows what you’re about to say. 

“Your heart… It’s so, quiet,” you whisper.

“Mhmm, it doesn’t work so well anymore,” he mumbles, kissing the top of your head, “Don’t worry about me.” 

“Is that how it always is? So… dormant,” you say softly.

“Yes. Ever since I’ve been bit. It’s also affected by how much I umm… eat,” he says carefully.

“I didn’t know. There’s just so much I’m finding out for the first time with you. You have to understand this stuff freaks me out a bit,” you explain.

He wraps his arms around you tighter, trying his best to comfort you.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry about all of this. You should have never found out. I should have never laid a hand on you, maybe then this all would be so much easier,” He says sorrowful.

“Honey, that’s not what I mean at all. I’m so happy with you. More than I have been in a very long time but it’s just this new bomb has dropped that you’re not really who I thought you are is going to take some time to get used to. I only found out two days ago that you’re…,” you say sheepishly when he cuts you off.

“I know baby, I know. I wish I could be different for you. Be exactly who you deserve but I can’t help it.” He says defeated, slowly lifting you up off his chest and getting off the bed, feeling the mood of the room drastically shift. 

You know he is this very powerful being that has abilities beyond your wildest dreams but as he looks down at you, sorrow filling his eyes, you see how fragile he really is. His stature is slouched, and his eyes look tired and gaunt. You want to comfort him, reach out and tell him everything is going to be alright but in reality, you don't know if that’s the truth.

“Baby, please come lay with me. I don’t want you to go. I didn’t mean to upset you,” you plead.

He looks at the clock on the wall and it reads midnight. “Maybe you should get some rest. You haven’t been sleeping well so I’ll leave you alone,” he says weakly.

You try to protest but he’s already out the door, softly closing it behind him.

You let out a frustrated grunt. You couldn’t sleep even if you tried. You hated seeing him hurt and wished you could make him forget all of his self-hatred.

You can only understand a fragment of how he felt about himself and how he felt when he looked in the mirror. He made this life-altering decision and now thirteen years later, does he regret it?

Does he regret it because you are now in his life?

Are you the reason he thinks differently about everything?

You don’t know but you also need to figure out what to do about this situation. There was one thing you knew for certain; you wanted him. You want him like no other person on this planet. You don’t think you wanted Daniel like this the you two were first seeing each other. These were two very different situations but they still affected you deeply.

That was another thing you had to figure out was how you were going to move out of that apartment and where you were going to live next. You didn’t want any confrontation with Daniel. There was no point in it and you made up your mind. Leaving was going to be the best option for both of you and maybe you could start the next chapter of your life freely.

You knew Anna wouldn’t mind letting you stay a little longer to figure your shit out. You were thankful for her and her kindness. Oh shit. 

You took her car when you thought you were going to just talk to Elvis. Now it's been days later and you haven’t even called her.

Shit she’s gonna kill me, you think.

Your chaotic thoughts swirl in your head and you panic. You see a phone on top of the dresser and quickly scramble out of the bed and reach for the phone. You start to dial her number and glance up at the clock and it is already half past two. She was definitely fast asleep but you needed to talk to her.

The phone rings a couple of times and the sound her her groggy voice fills the receiver.

“H-hello?”

“Hey Anna, it's me,” you whisper.

“Y/n? Are you okay? I’ve been so worried about you. What’s going on?” She asks.

You pause and take a deep breath. You know Elvis is probably listening with ease to your conversation so you know you need to choose your words carefully.

“I’m fine. I’m sorry I haven’t called… things have been… hectic,” you admit.

“Y/n I know when something is wrong. What’s going on?” She asks more firmly.

“I can’t really tell you specifics… but I’m sorry I took your car. Let me come by and pick you up for work so you can have it back,” you suggest.

“Okay, we’ll talk about this later, see you at 5:30. Just let yourself in with the key. I’m glad you’re okay though, I was worried sick.”

“I know, I’m sorry again, I’ll see you soon I promise,” you say before hanging up. 

You fall back onto the bed again, staring up at the ceiling, feeling crushed by guilt.

You try to take a nap but it feels too hot and too cold at the same time. An hour passes by and you’re restless. Elvis hasn’t made a sound in a few hours and you were curious what he was doing.

You put your pajama top on again and peeking out into the living room. You see piles of books scattered about on the tables and sofa. You decide to pick one up, curious about what he’s reading. You sit down on the sofa, scanning the mess of literature in front of you.

The thick, red, leather-bound book felt ancient, the pages were so thin, that you had to be extra careful touching them. You scan the pages seeing what this one is about. In the text, it explains, what a vampire is:

“The main characteristic of vampires is they drink human blood. They typically drain their victim’s blood using their sharp fangs, killing them slowly and turning them into vampires. Making the victim bite them in return to complete the process.”

A chill runs up your spine as you read these details of what these pages tell.

“Vampires are typically said to be of pale skin and range in appearance from grotesque to preternaturally beautiful…”

Yeah, that one is pretty obvious he’s supernaturally gorgeous.

You pick up the next book and thumb through the pages, reading the ancient lore of the first vampire showing up in Ancient Greece that was cursed by the Gods. This surprised you because you thought stories of the Greek Gods were just a fable, something that was made up. You don’t think you’ll ever be able to comprehend that stories are no longer myths and probably have more truth residing in them than you think.

You start to read the story of Ambrogio, a young adventurer born in Italy and one who longed to travel to Greece. When he was old enough, he set sail to Greece and traveled to the Eastern area of Delphi.

This was the home of Apollo’s temple, God of the Sun. When he was visiting, Ambrogio met an Oracle who would sit in a chamber within the temple and speak prophecies inspired by Apollo to those who came to seek the Oracle’s wisdom.

She only repeated: “The curse. The moon. The blood will run.”

It kept him up all night, worried about what the Oracle meant. He went for a walk and he saw a beautiful woman dressed in white walking to the temple. He stopped her and she told him her name was Selene and was the maiden of the temple. Her sister was the Oracle and would take care of her when she would be working. For the next few days, Ambrogio met Selene before she entered the temple and they fell madly in love.

On his last day in Greece, he asked Selene to marry him and return with him to Italy. She said yes and they agreed they would meet the next day at dawn outside the temple.

But this entire time, Apollo had been watching. He too loved Selene and grew enraged that Ambrogio would come to his temple and steal one of his maidens away. At sunset, Apollo appeared to Ambrogio and gave him a curse that from this day forward, the mere touch of Apollo’s sunlight would burn his skin.

He was terrified and had nowhere to go as the sun would burn him as soon as the sun rose. He hid in a cave that led to Hades. Hades, the God of the Underworld, listened to his cry for help and made him a deal. If Ambrogio could steal the silver bow of Artemis and bring it back, he would grant him and Selene protection in the underworld. As collateral, Ambrogio had to leave his soul behind with Hades until he returned with the bow. If he didn’t return with the bow, he would have to live in the Underworld forever, never seeing Selene again.

He took his bow and arrows and set out on his mission. He had no parchment to write to Selene what was going on, so he shot a swan, using its blood for ink and taking a single feather to write a poem to her. He did this for forty-four days, never missing a single day.

On the forty-fifth night, he had one arrow left and shot at a swan and missed. He felt hopeless and cried for help. Artemis, sister of Apollo and the Goddess of Hunting and the Moon, heard his cry. He begged her for one arrow to write Selene a note and she took pity on him. She let him borrow one silver arrow and he quickly ran to Hade’s cave to deliver the object to him. Artemis realized what was happening and cast her own curse on him; for silver to burn his skin.

Ambrogio begged for her forgiveness and explained the curse Apollo gave him and his undying love for Selene that he didn’t have any choice but to do what he had done. She pitied him and decided to give him one last chance. She offered to make him a great hunter, almost as great as she was, with the speed and strength of a god and fangs with which to drain the blood of the beasts to write his poems. In exchange for this immortality, he would have to agree to a deal. He and Selene would have to escape Apollo's temple and worship only Artemis forever. The catch was that Artemis was a virgin goddess, and all of her followers had to remain chaste and unmarried, so Ambrogio was never allowed to touch Selene again. They could never kiss, never touch, never have children. He quickly agreed and left a note to Selene at the temple to meet him at the docks and ran away before Apollo would notice he was there.

She met him at the ship and she found him hiding in a coffin, sheltering from the sunlight. They sailed to Ephesus where they would live many long and happy years together. They stayed faithful to Artemis and never touched or kissed. While he stayed the same after all those years, Selene grew old and ill and was on her deathbed. He couldn’t bear to see her die and knew he would not be with her in the afterlife since his soul still resided with Hades. He ran to the woods and found a white swan and shot it, offering it to Artemis, begging to make Selene immortal like him.

Artemis thanked Ambrogio for all their dedication to her after all these years and would make him one last deal. He could touch Selene just once - to drink her blood. Doing so would kill her mortal body, but from then on, her blood mixed with his could create eternal life for any who drank of it. If he did this, Artemis would see to it that they stayed together forever. Ambrogio was terrified and didn’t want to do it, but when he explained this to Selene, she begged him to bite her. He had no choice but to bite her and took her blood into his body as he watched her body be lifted up to the sky where she met Artemis on the moon. She beamed with brilliant light where Artemis granted her to become the Goddess of the Moonlight, where her rays of light would shine upon everyone and her beloved Ambrogio.

This story left you in shock, the story of the first vampires on this earth were made by the gods? So much information flooded your head and you needed to borrow some of these books from Elvis. In a way, you thought it was beautiful, the way he made her immortal out of his undying love for her even though he thought he was cursed for all eternity. They got to spend forever together. You wonder how they turned other people into, what would later be known as, vampires.

You easily could sit here the rest of the night sifting through all these books but you should see where Elvis ran off to. You call out for him but hear nothing in the suite. You check his bedroom and it is untouched and quiet. You decide to see if his men outside know where he ran off to. You grab the blanket from the bedroom to wrap around you since you don’t have any pants on and don’t need any wandering eyes on you. 

Opening the door, a man is standing outside of it as usual.

“Hey, where’d Elvis go?” You ask.

“Downstairs, in the ballroom,” he says without turning around.

“Can you get out of the way so I can get through the doorway?” You say ticked off, pushing past him to get out of the suite.

His frame is stiff and rigid just like Elvis’ and you can feel his cold temperature brush off you.

You stare up at him in bewilderment.

“Oh my God, he turned you? Didn’t he?” You say in shock.

He takes a moment to pause and remove his sunglasses. His eyes were dark, almost black, just like how Elvis’ got.

“Yes. Do you always ask so many questions?” He grumbles.

“Fuck you. What floor is he on?” You snap.

He takes a deep breath before answering, “First floor. Make a right out of the elevator to the door that says Ballroom 1.” He says annoyed.

You push past the rest of the men that you now know are vampires and get into the elevator. How many other people has he turned? Did they have any say over the matter? Or was he so thirsty he couldn’t control himself…

You pinch yourself, stopping from creating these awful scenarios in your head.

You get off the elevator and get out, going down the hallway til you reach the ballroom doors. Quietly turning the knob, you look into the room. It was filled with chairs and musical instruments and you hear the soft playing of a piano. You step inside fully and close the door, finding Elvis with his back turned toward you, dressed in his robe, black pajama bottoms, and wearing his slippers.

When you walk through a storm

Hold your head up high

And don't be afraid of the dark…

His voice rings out flawlessly, it makes you have chills as you have never heard him sing live before. Something about his voice in person is better than any recording could ever capture. You watch his long fingers dance over the ivory keys, pressing delicately and letting the beautiful music fill the room. 

At the end of a storm

There's a golden sky

And the sweet silver song of a lark

You make your way further into the room. He never fails to keep you in awe of him. Even though he saw himself as a monster, you saw him like a Greek God. Perfect in every way. From his chiseled jawline to his perfect nose, there wasn’t a flaw you saw on him. Every inch of him was perfect and you wanted to make him see that. “Cursed,” or not, you were entirely enthralled by Elvis Presley.

You stand behind him, your hands trail down along his chest making him breathe deeply and he leans back into you.

He inhales your scent and grumbles, taking another breath before singing the next line. 

Walk on through the wind

Walk on through the rain

For your dreams be tossed and blown

… Walk on, walk on

With hope in your heart

And you'll never walk alone

He plays the last few notes and leaves them ringing out on the grand piano. He sits there still, not making a sound.

“That was beautiful honey. You sing it so soulfully,” you whisper, kissing his neck.

He lets out a low growl, “You should have stayed upstairs.”

“Hiding from me isn’t going to solve your problems. Talk to me,” you plead.

“I just wanted to play without disturbing you. You need your rest,” he says.

“I can’t rest when I know you’re upset. The song was beautiful. You sing with so much love in your voice,” you praise.

You see his face crack a smile when he hears this from you.

“Thanks… Gospel music makes me the happiest. It’s what I first fell in love with. Sometimes I sit here and play for hours, trying to get God to listen to me,” he says weakly.

He turns to look at you, tears filling his eyes, “Do you think God can forgive me? For what I’ve done? For who I am?” He looks so fragile, wanting love and acceptance from God. From you. He still had so many human qualities even if he didn’t see them. He was insecure just like the rest of us. Wanting love and acceptance no matter what we do in life. 

But he wanted to hear acceptance from you in particular.

You had heard he was very religious, but now that he was… well, no longer human, you didn’t know how he felt about religion.

“Oh, honey… I don’t know much about religion… I frankly don’t know much about anything in this world anymore, but from what I’ve gathered, He’s a forgiving God. I think He can forgive you too.” You assure. 

He adjusts his legs on the piano bench, turning his body and putting each leg on the side of the bench to look at you. He looks into your eyes expectantly, “I don’t think so baby… I’m not good. I’ll just always be this,” he says exasperated looking down to the floor.

You take his face in your hands and make him look at you.

“You’re a lot better than most men. Trust me on this. I know you’re trying your best to be better. I see it,” you press. “

He shakes his head at you, taking your hands off of him, and squeezing them lightly.

“Honey, please, I can’t have you touch me right now. I don’t trust myself,” he grunts.

Your heart aches for him, frustrated he sees himself so evil.

“Baby, please. I trust you, I know you won’t hurt me.” You assure him, putting your hands back on his face. He lets out a content sigh feeling your skin on his.

“Honey, listen to me. I- I- shouldn’t. You need to know something. Before anytime I’m around you, or make love to you, I need to drink blood. Just so I can have some sense of control around you. I don’t want to hurt you,” he says weakly.

This made a lot of sense actually, how he would sneak off into his bathroom, his eyes becoming brighter and less clouded before he’d have you. 

“You’re okay. I trust you. I need to be with you,” you beg.

You place a kiss on his forehead, taking in his scent. He continues to look down, looking more defeated than you’ve ever seen him. You hate seeing him like this. He’s not listening to you and you need to make him. A bold rush comes over you and your hands trail down his chest to his torso where his robe is tied. You pull at the bow and watch his robe come apart, exposing his chest with the long gold chains hanging down on it.

His blue eyes meet yours and he looks at you cautiously.

“Honey, please,” he sighs.

You won’t listen to any of his protests, you’re so focused on him, determined to get him to forget all of his self-doubts and have him let you love him. You bring his hands to your hips, making him squeeze you gently.

“Touch me,” you whimper. He sighs frustratedly, looking up at your pleading eyes.

You drop the blanket and slowly unbutton your pajamas, flinging it to the side, watching his eyes get distracted by your breasts in his face. You straddle his hips and sit down, kissing his cheek, and wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands travel down to your ass and push you into his frame firmly. He grunts getting to feel your body like this and the response you give back to him.

You can feel his cock growing harder the more you tease and kiss his face. You nip at his neck, just as he does to you and he growls. “Goddamn it. You’re killing me,” he grunts.

You keep teasing him, softly rocking your hips into him, loving it as much as he does.

You pull at his hair to get him to meet your eager lips and kiss him passionately. He moans into your mouth and puts his hands in your hair. You pull away to get some air and his attentive mouth is licking and sucking on your breasts. Your eyes shut and your jaw slacks open as he sucks on your nipple, sending shock waves of pleasure through you. Your hips continue to grind on him and feel his length rubbing your core. This friction felt so good on you and you let out the moans you don’t want to hold back. This extreme amount of need flows through you and you don’t want to wait any longer. You can feel the arousal seep out of you and need him to feel what he’s doing to you.

“Let me fuck you,” you whisper in his ear, reaching underneath his robe and scratching down his back. He cusses under his breath and grumbles.

“Baby, I can’t… I can’t hurt you,” he professes.

“You’re not. I know you won’t. I want you to make me feel good,” you say with a roll of your hips. You reach for his hand and guide him to your wet folds. He groans when his fingers make that discovery and instinctively rubs his fingers on your clit, then teasing your entrance lightly.

“I need you,” you plead. 

He grunts heavily and sucks on your neck moaning your name, making your core throb. The way he moans your name should be illegal with how unglued you become and makes you feel like you’re on fire. “Please,” you continue to beg, “you know how long it’s been since you’ve fucked me?” You say in a moaning breath.

He groans, pushing your upper body away from his at an angle with his hand on your lower back, pressing his face into your breasts and nipping and sucking on them. This makes you moan and squirm too, loving the response you can get out of him.

“Yes, I do,” he pants,“ Five days. Five days since I’ve been able to stuff that tight little pussy and make you scream my name,” he grunts, making your core grind into him. You groan and feel your heartbeat start to race in your chest, his words making your core throb immensely. 

You stand up, hooking your fingers into his pajama bottoms, and slide them off. His cock springs free and you straddle him once more, taking him in your hand, rubbing him firmly.

“Do you want to do that, honey?” You whimper, weak already from this notion.

“Please, fuck me, baby,” he grunts, lifting you up and lining himself up to your entrance.

You love how needy you’ve made him and want to make him a puddle just as he makes you.

You sink down on his length, taking all of him quickly and you groan when you feel him stretching you, filling you so completely. 

“Holy shit. Oh, fuck baby,” you pant, your fingernails embedding into his shoulders. You move faster than you normally would, wanting to fuck him like you have never before.

His hands hold onto your hips tight, bringing you down on him hard and fast.

Both of your grunts fill the room and he feels too good, making you come apart faster than usual. You squeeze and claw at his biceps and moan out his name. He holds your hips still as you adjust to him. Rocking your hips back and forth, you feel how insanely good he’s filling you never wanting this to end.

He pushes his hips deep inside you, making you cry out in shock.

“Oh fuck yes baby, just like that,” he groans.

He places his hand on your lower stomach and pushes there. He’s added this new pressure inside you and you look at him in shock, having never felt like this. Your hips grind into the base of his cock, making you want to come.

“Oh God honey, y-you’re so deep inside me you’re killing me,” you gasp.

“Mhmm, keep moving,” he growls.

Your eyes roll back and you squeeze your eyes shut, letting all your instincts take over and fuck this perfect man underneath you. You can feel your walls begin to flutter the more you bounce on him, cussing his name like he’s your savior. You feel his hand wrap around your neck, making you pop your eyes back open.

“Look at me. Look at me when you’re fucking me,” he groans through his teeth, possessiveness rolling off of him like a tidal wave. You lock onto his eyes as his hips buck into you, taking you harder and faster. You can’t take much more of this, you feel the coil in your belly about to snap and the pressure added by his hand on your stomach makes you feel like you’re going to combust. You scream out his name, having to shut your eyes, getting too overwhelmed with each thrust.

His hands slide to your breasts, squeezing them firmly, his intensity blazing off of him. 

The sounds you two are making shouldn’t be allowed and being quiet isn’t an option for you. 

His hand grabs your jaw, making your eyes open again. 

“I said, look at me. I want to watch you come apart,” he groans, putting his hands back on your hips, helping you thrust on his length. 

He keeps you locked onto him, biting his lip as he watches your face marvel into pleasure. You can’t hold on for much longer, you can feel your body begin to fall apart with every loud heartbeat ringing in your ears.

“I’m- oh fuck baby,” you beg him, your eyes doing all the talking.

He growls in your ear and pants heavily, “cum for me, now,” he demands, possessiveness overflowing from him.

You hold onto him for dear life as your whole body tenses and the heat of the orgasm washes over you over and over again. You see stars behind your eyelids and gasp for air. You moan out his name as your walls squeeze his cock deep inside you. Your nails leave red marks down his back and he only fucks you harder. He lets out a deep, primal growl as he fucks you through your orgasm.

“Mhmm yes, you’re all mine baby, all mine,” he moans, loving the feeling of you squeezing him.

His face burrows into the crook of your neck, groaning loudly and heaving for air. You continue to ride out your orgasm and your vision becomes clear again. The grip his hands have on you is so firm, you’re afraid he’s going to leave huge bruises behind. You heard him inhale deeply into your neck and moan your name. He keeps you moving on his length even though you feel spent.

He suddenly places a hand on the back of your head and makes an animalistic groan. You feel his teeth on your neck and nips at your neck like always. Your heart races out of your chest as this all feels so overwhelming. You gasp with his mouth on your neck and push into him more, more moans escaping you. Then, it feels different. He was nipping harder than usual and it started to sting.

You start to panic and the sounds emitted in his throat begin to become louder.

A sharp pain spreads across your neck and you push his head away from your neck and cover your neck as a reflex from the pain.

“Ouch!” you yelp.

Your eyes widen in shock as you see a small amount of blood dribbled down on his bottom lip. You remove your hand from your neck and look down at your to see the blood on your fingertips. You can’t move, you’re too scared from how he’s looking at you and by the way he has this far dazed look in his eyes. He licks his bottom lip and tastes your blood, making this eyes roll back.

He then quickly lifts you off of him and he stands up, towering over your scared body. You watch how he heaves for air and how his fangs grow and sharpen. 

“Oh God,” you gasp.

Terror washes over you as you try to back away from Elvis, needing to give him space. You reach for the blanket on the floor and wrap yourself in it again. You keep pressure on your neck to stop it from bleeding but your racing heartbeat only makes it worse. He lets out these frustrated grunts, squeezing his eyes shut like he’s in pain.

He opens them again to look at you and they’re blood red, black veins spreading from under his eyes. You can’t speak, you’re too in shock from all that has happened. Elvis groans in pain, panting heavily and backing away from you.

“Leave. NOW!” He bellows making the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

 Nerves fill your body and you feel like you could pass out any second. You’ve never needed to get out of a room quicker than now with a starving vampire staring you down. You think this might be even worse than the first day with him. His eyes look so dangerous, so cunning, he has lost complete control of himself and won’t calm down til he gets his fill.

You start to stumble backward but your feet aren’t catching up with your brain. You can’t get out of here any faster. He presses his hands to his ears, groaning in agony.

“Fuck, get away from me! I can’t control myself. RUN!,” he yowls. He quickly turns away from you and you watch in horror how his fists fly up in the air, then come back down on the piano, splitting it in two.

The tumultuous sound it creates makes your skin crawl and your ears hurt. You turn to run to the door and all you hear is his painful, agonizing groans as he continues to bash at the piano.

You slam the door closed and make a run to the stairwell. You don’t care if anyone sees you running through the hotel in just a blanket, you need to get out of there fast.

You grab the keys to the car you left in the locker room and make a sprint for it to Anna’a apartment. Your heart hasn’t slowed down one bit from leaving the hotel. You drive recklessly on the side streets and hope to God you don’t get pulled over. You check your rearview mirror every five seconds, praying no one is following you. Elvis in particular.

You finally make it to the apartment, quickly park the car, and run upstairs. You can’t catch your breath and feel the entire room spin as you close the door behind you and quickly lock it. Your neck throbs at the bite mark and you place your hand back on it, checking to see if you’re still bleeding. Your blood paints your fingers and you whine in pain. Your flesh was already so sensitive there from the bruise that resided on it, but now the open wound stung and you needed to stop the bleeding.

The hall light comes on and you see Anna turn the corner, sleepy-eyed and squinting to try to adjust her eyes to the light.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” She says panicked, watching you stand there bloody wrapped in a blanket.

You gasp for air and feel the room closing in, “I- I- please help-,” you whimper before your knees give out and your world turns black in an instant.

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S/O's Hobbies HCs

This wasn't requested, but I wrote down the first little idea and then it snowballed wildly out of my control. Have some Bay Boys and how they engage with their partner's hobbies.

Like their namesakes suggest, these are Renaissance men, okay? They do a bit of everything (partially because they've always had a lot of time to fill), and they absolutely want to learn about whatever you do.

Donnie is naturally curious across the board. He wants to know a bit about everything all the time- and you happen to be his favorite subject to study! Even if your hobbies aren't his thing, he absolutely wants to learn about them.

He also loves to apply his own knowledge to them! If he knows something about it that you might not, he loves to offer it up- exchange of knowledge is this guy's love language. He's careful not to sound condescending, he's just excited!

If you're into woodwork, he's over the moon- he hates doing it himself. He'd much rather weld for three days straight than have to work with wood for any significant period of time. However, he does love dropping tree facts on you ("You know, this tree is actually considered invasive in parts of Europe.").

If you're into anything with a chemistry element, like cooking or baking (or makeup or traditional art), he's all about it. He views it all from a very chemistry-heavy angle, so he adores hearing and seeing your thought process and perspective. He knows how the ingredients you're using (or were used in your supplies) work together to create the end product, but he loves to learn about how you use them.

If you're any kind of performer, he loves seeing you practice! Please show him videos of your performances, he'll love every single second. He is your biggest cheerleader. He'll notice little details in your work ("I love how you said that line! Quick and angry but still speaking so clearly- that's so impressive, love." or "Oh!! That spin! Look at you go!" or "That note was perfect, sweetheart- I could listen to this all day.") and will absolutely study up on your art of choice so that he can better appreciate what you do!

Same with sports! He loves to watch any clips you have, even if they're from your friend's shitty eight year old camera that has about 12 pixels to offer. Don would absolutely do drills with you if you asked- pitch a ball, guard a goal, swing a bat, whatever. He likes trading warm up and cool down routines, too!

You're into mechanics? Machinery? He's so excited to compare notes. You love driving- or even better, being driven? Dates on the road. All the time.

If you write, he would love to read anything you'll give him! If you write nonfiction, he loves to see your thoughts and findings and keeps a little notepad of questions and observations to talk to you about. If you're a fiction person, he loves to find your voice in the descriptions and characters! He gets absorbed in the story- right up until he sees a phrase you use a lot around him, and he has to take a second to be all smiley because he loves you before he keeps reading. Poetry? He somehow admires you even more than he already did. Will absolutely ask you if he can print a copy of one of your poems to keep by his computers- it doesn't take long at all before he could recite your work from memory.

Please tell him all about your creative choices, no matter what your hobby is. Painting? Tell him why you chose those colors, that angle, that medium. Dance? Talk about why you chose that song and did that wave with your arm. Music? Explain why you switched up the notes in that cover you did, or why you chose the chords you did in that song you wrote. Writing? He wants to hear about every single scrapped concept.

If you have a performance or a game or a display of any kind, he's absolutely either sneaking his way to watch- even if it's through a window or skylight- or hacking into whatever camera he can.

If you give him something you've made- be it a painting, something you wrote, a sculpture, a bowl, a stuffed animal, whatever- it's going where he'll see it every single day. It's his prized possession. It makes him smile even when he feels like shit.

Leo's a big believer in the value of mindful hobbies. He uses his to relax (something that does not come naturally to him, especially these days), but also to keep his mind as sharp as his swords.

He's an even big believer in the value of you. He loves sharing his life with you, and cherishes any time you share yours with him- including your hobbies!

This acts of service bitch will do anything he can to help you out with your hobbies. If you're an artist with traditional mediums or makeup, he's offering to wash your brushes. If you paint on wood or canvas, he's happy to prep them for you. If you work with watercolor, he's emptying and refilling your paint water as often as you want. You're building something and need supplies or equipment held or moved? You mean, an excuse to show off help his partner? He's in heaven.

Any gear or equipment you use that needs to be cleaned, he's there and ready to help. However, he's careful to only help with permission- the boys all have a lot of respect for people's possessions and space. There weren't many ways to separate their things growing up, and even fewer things to separate, so (with some siblings-gonna-sib exceptions) they're all very, very good about not touching your shit. Leo specifically makes the comparison to his katana- if someone cleaned them without his permission, he'd be royally pissed. He's not about to do that to you. Just know that all you have to do is ask, and it's as good as done! (And it's done well, too. He'll pay intense attention to your instructions and follow them to the letter, taking his time and moving very carefully.)

He's a bit intense in general, actually. When you're showing him your work or your process, you have his entire focus. Nothing else matters. It's sweet, but it probably makes you trip over a few words while you're explaining.

He puts the constructive in constructive criticism. Critique is the key to improvement in his opinion, so he's definitely offering his thoughts unless you specifically ask him not to. A big part of Leonardo's life is wanting to be the best he can possibly be, and he does everything he can to help his loved ones do the same, including you! You whip up a meal? "This is delicious, baby. I think a little char would make it legitimately perfect." You're practicing choreography? "Looking good! Swing that leg just a little higher!" Writing? He's the perfect beta reader, if you really want to catch errors. He has a flawless eye for misplaced commas.

He loves anything to do with words, so if you're a writer, songwriter, poet, actor, whatever? He's delighted. He soaks up your work like a tree soaks up sunshine. Words have power, and you have power, and putting the two together means he's in awe. Will read and reread your work as many times as he can if you write. If you're a speaker- actor, spoken poet, whatever- he's front and center for every practice session you let him witness. Will take notes on his favorite moments and shower you in praise after.

He also loves music. Loves it. You play an instrument? The moment you're willing to share, he LIVES to hear you play. You sing? He's pretty sure he's actually falling more in love, and he didn't know that was possible. You're an avid listener? Please, please, please share your favorite tracks and albums and artists with him. Please have him over to your place- away from the noise of Don's work and Raph's weights and Mikey's Mikeying- and put on your favorite record and cuddle up to listen. Listening dates are one of his favorites- one of his favorite activities with one of his favorite people? Bliss. Add in some snacks and he's pretty sure it's what perfection feels like. (If you really, really want to make him happy? Listen to his music with him, too. Talk about it with him after. Tell him which songs you loved and how you noticed the beat in Song A matched the beat in Song B, and they felt like they belonged together.)

If you're an athlete, he's all about learning everything there is to know about your sport and your personal routine. He's a big fan of learning from as many different disciplines as possible, so he loves to hear about all of the little details. What stretches you do, what exercises you rely on, how you practice- all of it! He'll incorporate parts of it into his own routines if he sees benefits for his own body and abilities.

Honor Boy will also sneak his way into whatever events you have, be it a gallery or a performance or a competition. If there's a shadowy spot to hide, he's there! If not, he's finding a secluded window. Failing that, he's not above asking Don for help with cameras. (It will be on the down low, though. He doesn't need Raph and Mikey making fun of him for the next six years for being too impatient to wait for the photos and video you'll share later.)

Give him something you've made? It's getting put in the safest spot he can possibly come up with, and he looks at it every morning. It becomes a part of his routine- brush teeth, stretch, look at wonderful gift from wonderful partner and think about how lucky he is. It's instant stress relief. You cared enough about him to make something, you trusted him enough to give him the result of your time and energy. He loves it and he loves you and he loves having another reminder of you in his space.

Mikey has the strangest, most eclectic bunch of information tucked away in his mind. He goes on YouTube journeys bouncing from one suggested video to another and has learned a little bit about all sorts of obscure topics, so there's a decent chance he'll surprise you with prior knowledge of your interests! Into history? He saw this crazy video about agriculture in India in the 1500s- he should totally pull it up for you! You're a welder? He's picked up some of the basics by hanging around Donnie, just enough to know how damn impressive your work is, and follow along with what you're saying. He knows an almost unsettling amount about the arts in general, too.

Dance, cooking, baking, music, painting, drawing, sculpting- hell, origami? He's done a little bit of all of it, and would love to learn all about your methods. He wants to see (or hear!) everything you create. He eats that shit up.

He's the loudest, happiest, most extra cheerleader you could ever possibly hope for. He will offer critique if you ask, but it's always always sandwiched by compliments- not because he wants to soften the critique, but because he genuinely thinks you're the shit. You're the next great master, his name be damned. Anything you do has notes of you in it, and he adores you more than he will ever be able to put into words (not for lack of trying), so obviously he adores your work.

You're a performer? He's the best audience ever, baby! He's fully focused on you, cheering as much as you can tolerate, straight up whooping when you do something particularly impressive. "Lookin' good, baby cakes!" and "Go off, cutiepie!" and "You're the next Shakespeare, sweets."

You make something? He's in awe. He's admiring every little aspect of it. Every stitch, stroke, flavor, whatever.

You make him something? He's is literally protecting it with his life. Anyone even looks at it wrong and he's ready to get rude. (Now, nobody's safe from him making them look at it. He shows it off every chance he gets. You're very lucky you make Mikey so happy, because otherwise Raph might start to dislike you a little for how often he has to look at it. Raph does make comments, though. "No more gifts until the holidays. I can't take any more show'n'tell sessions from this nitwit." Subtext? Mikey loves it, you make him happy, good job.)

Please let Mikey join in your hobbies. Out of all four, he's by far the most excited to get hands-on. Teach him to make your favorite recipes, teach him choreography, challenge him to matches in your sport of choice. Have painting dates. Trade mediums with him and teach him what you know- and let him teach you his! Have him help you build a table! Have jam sessions with your respective instruments! Whatever you're into, try and find a way to include him. He's gonna love you forever anyway, but that will really be the cherry on top.

Like Leo, he loves a listening date, so if you're into music please share it with him! His are much noisier, though. It's damn near a karaoke night, and he's probably dancing around like a dumbass and asking you to join him. (Please join him.)

You're performing, competing, showing off your work? He is there. He actually does not give a shit what Leo says about it, either. You'll see him, too. He'll be sure of it. He's sneaky and subtle and will be hidden from your audience, but you'll know he's there to support you, even if he has to text you a selfie from his hiding spot with a fuckton of emojis and words of encouragement.

You say you're "just" anything, and this guy is ready to go off. "Just" a beginner? Bitch, please. That's how everyone starts- and look what you're doing already! "Just" an extra? That's where movies get their depth! That's how plays feel alive! Extras give the story dimension, baby! "Just" backup vocals? First of all, you're upstaging the lead by miles in his book. Secondly, without you, none of that sweet harmonizing would be there! He's relentless and will convince you of your own amazingness or die trying.

Raph's quality time ass is a SUCKER for learning about your hobbies. He wants to hear you talk about them for hours. He wants you to sit in his lap and show him something you made and explain every little detail. He wants to watch you practice.

He's pretty private about his hobbies beyond martial arts and lifting, so he sees you sharing yours as trusting him with part of you. It means more to him than he's ever going to say unless you express a similar opinion- he feels too corny trying to articulate it himself. He's worried you wouldn't see it as being that deep, and he'd sound cheesy. But if you say it, he's agreeing wholeheartedly.

If you really want to make him feel loved, tell him about what goes into whatever you do. What inspires you? What does it make you feel? Why do you do it? Why that specifically? How'd you start? All the fine print details that make the hobby personal to you- share them with him. He wants to know, and he knows how personal his hobbies are to him, so you sharing that information makes him feel extremely special. He loves to connect with you like that. It's doubly important if you create from emotion- Big Red has big ass emotions and channels a lot of them into things he does, so if you do the same, he feels like you're got that much more in common. Like you get him even more than he thought.

He's the most subtle and relaxed about your hobbies outwardly, but never to the point of looking disinterested. You know him well enough to know exactly what that look in his eyes means- he's invested as hell and is downright studying whatever you're doing. He reads up on your hobbies on his own time, because he doesn't want to make a fool of himself by not knowing something "obvious", and tries to subtly slip that knowledge into his questions and comments. ("Why'd you go for the ladder stitch, babe?"). It's sweet- especially because he soaks up any information you give him like a damn sponge. He remembers more than you remember even telling him.

If you're into something he has some history with- mechanics, woodwork, knitting, athletics- he's constantly absorbing your methods. If you're observant, you'll start to notice little details done the same way you'd do them. Some of it is a conscious recognition of your knowledge and competency, and some of it is his subconscious absorption of you into every possible aspect of his life. Your metaphorical fingerprints are on everything.

If you're an athlete, he wants to work out together. He'll incorporate exercises that you do into his routines just so you can do them together. He loves it- not just because you're hot, or because it's when he feels the most attractive, but because he loves what you can do. He loves seeing your body at work. There's a level of attraction there, obviously, because he finds you exceptionally hot (even if you don't feel that way about yourself!), but a lot of it is very innocent love for what your body allows you to do. He loves movement, loves working out, loves being physical, and getting to share that with you is very special to him.

Your number one supporter. I don't care what you do. He may not get it, but he'll be damned if you doubt that he loves it, loves that you do it, and supports you with every ounce of his being. Anything he can do to help you do what you love, he's doing.

He loves to hang out while you do your thing. He just likes being in your space.

And, yeah, he's gonna be there for any exhibit, competition, performance, whatever. Consequences be damned, he's going. He'll only tell you beforehand if he thinks it would help you to know, though, and he probably doubts it. If you don't tell him straight up that you wish he could be there, he probably assumes it wouldn't help. He'll tell you after, though, pulling you in with his hands on your hips and "You were amazing out there, y'know that? I'm proud of you." and squeezing you gently.

If you make him something, he's going to try and play it cool, but he's like, massively impacted by it. Externally, he's "Thanks, baby," and slipping an arm over your shoulders and pulling you close. The only indication that he's a gooey mess on the inside is the way he holds what you made (like it's made of glass, of diamonds, like it's his actual heart in his hands and one wrong move would have devastating consequences) and the way his eyes don't drift from it for long (studying it, eyes all soft and fond and in awe, a lot like how he looks at you).

He'll rearrange everything he owns to give it a place of honor. It's treated with care and respect, and he stares at it at night and when he's having a rough time and it takes the edge off. It's like micro-dosing on you, on the love and joy you bring to his life, and it makes everything significantly less shitty.

[honeyhotteoks]

Hi Chai! I would love to hear your responses to fic writer asks: 5 (if it's from tnt or across stardust I'll die >.<), 24 (because I'm a creative too and am curious/would love some strategies to add to my toolbox!), 28 (would also love to hear how you get through your least favourite parts of the writing process/make them more fun for yourself!)

of course!! tysm for sending these in

5: first sentence of the fifth paragraph of an unpublished WIP

A body breaks through the guards to your side, making a desperate beeline for one of the boys behind you, the girl’s face streaked with tears and hands outstretched, her shoulder checking yours hard as she pushes her way through into the interior circle.  (across stardust)

24: how do you recharge when you’re not feeling creative?

honestly after years and years of dealing with writer's block i think i do have some good strategies for this, but the first thing is to make sure you stop any kind of thoughts of shame or being unkind to yourself. i used to do that all the time and it always left me feeling worse. as far as some actual strategies? below is a little list-- - close all those WIPs and notes and just go read some fun stuff. become the reader, get inspired by the amazing things other authors are doing. - movies! tv! watch some good stuff that has inspired you in the past or that just makes you feel good. i love writing dialogue, so i always reach for shows that have dialogue beats i love. buffy, the west wing, er, gilmore girls, things that just hit the notes i like to listen to - when you get an idea for something, just write it down or do a loose outline. if you're the type that sits down and is like "chapter one...." and waits for the beginning, try writing out of order or following passion projects. this has gotten me back into writing every time. - follow little daydreams. i'm the type that makes up stories before i go to bed to fall asleep, and every night i'm just throwing yunho into random scenarios in my mind, i can't tell you how many of these turned into fics. - put some effort into creating a fun or aesthetic writing space. my desk area is aesthetic, very vibey, super mellow with golden lightning etc., and with some lowkey music it always helps me get in the right headspace. - if you're writing kpop stuff, watch some old lives. it always helps me find their voices and their mannerisms and sometimes i'll just see scenes appear based on stories they tell, little things they do, etc. - if none of that works or if you're in a real slump? let yourself take a break. go out in the world and forget about writing. all of a sudden you'll find it again in the weirdest little places.

28: your least favorite part of the writing process

so i write in scenes mainly and write them super out of order. for example, with tnt i wrote the minseok claim attempt, the initial heat scene in the locker room, and the woo/san/hwa drinking and conversation scenes first. totally disconnected and i knew what i wanted to happen, but there were all these middle bits to write. so overtime i kept writing scenes but all the transitional parts (like fading into sleep and getting to the next day etc.) all are actually really tough for me to write and i avoid doing them until like the day of posting. it's a wild way to write, but so far it's worked for me.... but it's definitely my least favorite part.

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Imagine # 1,058

Picture NOT mine.

Year posted - 2024

Rating - SFW

Reading time (roughly) - 9 minutes & 40 seconds

Is Billy awful? Yep. Do I care? Nope. It's Bill Paxton, so I could care less. I'd still let him hit it. I made the reader a singer in this story, and I wrote with the idea that your a singer similar in style to Lana Del Rey. But you can imagine whatever you'd like, because I never describe the music. I just feel that some of Lana's music fits real well with him.

Also if you've not seen this episode, you can find it here on YouTube. And if you're curious what season and episode it is, its from season 5 episode 5. "People who live in brass hearses" is the name of the episode, and it aired on October 13, 1993. If you'd rather check out the wiki talking about this episode, you can find that here. Also Billy is most definitely OOC.

"You'll really like her Billy, she's real nice, and pretty too!" Virgil beamed at his older brother, who'd just gotten home from prison earlier that day. "Yeah?" Billy smiled softly at his brother's enthusiasm, glad to finally be home, and back with his numbskull of a brother. "Yeah. She moved in next door a few days after you were sent to prison." Virgil yammered on and on about how he met the lovely girl from next door, and how much she helped him while Billy was gone. "If she's so great, then why'd she help a goof like you?" Billy teased his brother while playfully ruffling his hair. "I told ya Billy, she's real nice. You'll see." Virgil promised, continuing to lead his brother to their destination. "Where exactly are we going?" Billy asked as he took in his surroundings, not much had changed from the two years he was gone. Aside from a house or two that had been demolished, and a few businesses changed to something else. "She's a singer Billy, and she's got a show tonight. I thought you might like seeing her sing." Virgil explained, his words having caught Billy's attention.

"Why do you want me to meet her so bad? And see her sing?" Billy asked, pulling Virgil's arm, to get him to stop and answer his questions. "Well... (Y/n) doesn't have a boyfriend... And I was thinking..." Virgil looked away in embarrassment, trying to avoid actually answering his brother's questions. "You were thinking?... What come on spit it out already." Billy urged Virgil with a small sly grin, though he already knew where this was going, he wanted to hear Virgil say it. "Well I was thinking maybe you could be her boyfriend." Virgil said as he nervously rubbed his arm. "Virgil you sly dog you." Billy's grin widened as he playfully wrestled with his brother, which made Virgil laugh excitedly. "I told her all about you Billy, she was always smiling when I talked about you." Virgil added when Billy let up the playful banter. "Was she now?" Billy slung his arm around Virgil's shoulders. "Well then what are we waiting for?" He added as they continued walking to the bar. Virgil told Billy all about her on their way to the bar, trying to describe her appearance as best he could.

But by the time they reached the bar, Billy was woefully unprepared for just how pretty the young singer would be. They had gotten comfortable at the bar, ordering beers, and waiting patiently for the show to start. When the lights dimmed and a melodic music began to start, a hush came over the crowd, and everyone's attention turned to the stage. Then out she walked, the star of the show, in all her glory. Glimmering under the warm glow of the stage lights, her smile brighter than the sun itself. Billy nearly choked on his beer when he laid eyes on her, his jaw dropping as she crossed the stage with graceful steps. Her red dress hugging all the right places, and her jewelry sparkling like stars in the night sky. Billy could have sworn his heart stopped in his chest, from the very moment she began her first song. Her voice enchanting his very soul in ways Billy never could have anticipated. "See I told ya she was pretty." Virgil smiled brightly at his brother, happy to see that Billy apparently approved of her.

"No kidding." Billy chuckled, unable to draw his attention away from the enchantress on the stage. Her words rang in Billy mind, and the things she spoke of began painting a picture in his mind. A picture of him and her together, slow dancing together chest to chest, as she sings to him of her love and desire for him, and him alone. Song after song went by, and Billy found himself growing increasingly impatient about getting to actually meet her. His leg bouncing when she spoke to the crowd about how the next song would be her last for the evening. Her eyes swept over the crowd as she spoke, and when she spotted Virgil, and the man sitting beside him, her eyes visibly lit up. Sparking hope and desire within Billy's heart. She shot a quick wink their way, before starting her last song for the night. Virgil chuckled at the way Billy toyed with his appearance, happy to see that Billy was eager to meet her, and make a good first impression.

The show was now over, and Virgil and Billy eagerly tried to meet up with her outside of the bar. But unfortunately for them, a rather large crowd had formed around the young women, who smiled politely and thanked everyone for their kind words. "Fuckin people." Billy grumbled under his breath, growing increasingly impatient with the unwanted delay. Billy perked up a bit in anticipation, when he noticed a visibility drunk man push his way through the crowd to her. He made unwanted advances towards her, and she tried pushing him away. No one seemed interested in helping her, and that only increased Billy's anger. Similar to the drunkard Billy shoved his way through the crowd until he reached her side. And without a word he pulled back and swung, knocking the man unconscious in one hit. Protectively putting his arm around her waist, and pulling her into his side.

"Scram you vultures." Billy hissed at the crowd, who grumbled in annoyance, but complied none the less, dispersing in less than a minute. "My names (Y/n)." She peered up at Billy, who grinned at her words, holding her a little tighter against his side. "I'm Billy." He flashed her a charming smile, his chest swelling with pride when he noticed the blush dusting her cheeks. "Hiya (Y/n), the show was amazing tonight." Virgil cut in with a bright smile. "Oh thank you Virgil, I'm glad you enjoyed the show." She smiled at her friend, breaking away from Billy to pull Virgil into a quick hug. When she pulled away from her hug with Virgil, Billy noticed the shiver she gave from the chill in the night air. And without a second thought, she shrugged off his prized leather jacket, and slung it across her shoulders. (Y/n) turned to him with a bashful smile, thanking him in a soft tone of voice. "Mind if we walk you home?" Billy asked. "How do you know I didn't drive here?" She asked with a small grin. "Because there are no more cars in the parking lot." Billy pointed out, making her grin widen. "Well then in that case, I'd love it if you'd walk me home." She mused as she took his hand in hers.

Billy and (Y/n) took the lead, and Virgil followed closely behind them, smiling brightly at the sight of his good friend, and brother getting along so well. "So you've been looking after my baby brother this whole time huh?" Billy asked, smiling down at her. "Oh well Virgil was doing okay on his own. I just helped around the house, cleaning up a bit, cooking, shopping for groceries with him, and helping him manage his bills. Really it's what any good neighbor would do, and he's a sweetheart so I enjoy spending time with him." She explained with a fond smile. "Well I think little old Virgil got lucky to have such a generous neighbor such as yourself. And I got lucky to meet the beauty looking out for him." Billy flirted making (Y/n) giggle softly as she leaned into his side, grinning when he casually wrapped his arm across her shoulders. "Who knew you'd be such a charmer." (Y/n) mused as she peered up at him. "And who knew you'd be such a dame." Billy countered before suddenly sweeping her off her feet, and into his arms making her squeal in surprise.

"Billy!" She cried out with a laugh. "Can't have you walking through a puddle now can we?" Billy asked as he turned her attention to the large mud puddle in the broken portion of the sidewalk. "My hero." She leaned into his hold, again making his chest swell with pride. "Anytime babe anytime." He grinned still carrying her despite being well passed the mud puddle. "Hey (Y/n)." Virgil called to her. "Yes hun?" She turned her gaze to him, peering over Billy's tattooed shoulder. "Would you... Would you maybe be interested in dating Billy?" Virgil asked. His words made (Y/n) giggle bashfully, hiding her face in Billy's neck for a moment. Billy was unbothered by his brothers blunt question, but he was definitely curious about what (Y/n) would say. "Yeah what do you think darlin'?" He inquired with a grin. "Well... Yeah I think I might... He's just my type after all." She grinned at Virgil who was beaming with excitement. "Good to know." Billy muttered before planting a quick kiss against her cheek. (Y/n) again bushed and hid her face in Billy's neck with a bashful giggle.

Buy me a coffee sometime? ☕️

(Click the coffee for my Kofi link, IT'S NOT NECESSARY BTW.)

Billy is such a weirdo with his whole butter obsession, but again it's Bill Paxton so I'm in love.

Also I doubt this one will get much attention, considering how obscure it is, but that's okay, I mostly just write for myself anyways in all honesty.

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

Okay this is like the third one I've sent in cause I just keep asking stuff because I discover more things you require for your asks and I'm not trying to make your life any harder than it probably is with all these request.

Anyway, I usually hate the "outsiders X YN" propaganda but I was super curious soo

I'm a female. I'm 5'6 with curly brown hair, I'm Caucasian, I have hazel eyes.

I prefer to go unlabeled. I like girls and guys. Doesn't matter to me.

I'm an infp-t, I have OCD, I'm super sarcastic all the time even when. I don't intend to be. People assume I'm mean whenever they meet me but usually that changes over time. My love language(Offering love) is acts of service but I don't care about what type I receive. I speak in a very monotone fashion sometimes which again leads people to believe I may be mean or negative but I'm very extroverted. I'm opinionative and sociable. I'd like to think I'm pretty good at holding a conversation because I love learning about other people's views and taking their comments into consideration. I also try to give people really in-depth and earnest compliments because I don't think anyone gets enough of those. I also love to give gifts and to give advice. I love having really long, genuine conversations. I love literature and writing and collecting poems and quotes. I love exploring new music genres. I'm pretty spontaneous, and spontaneity is something I value a lot in a partner.

I also value humor a lot. I'm an avoidant person but I go out of my way to show or tell people I care when I can. I, again, love writing. I love writing stories, ideas, concepts. It's all fun to me. Im a middle child. I also cook a lot and care a lot for people around me. Im also fairly empathetic sometimes, even when I don't need to be. It's hard for me to ask what I want. I'm also like disgustingly self-aware. Like I mean I just know when my actions are weird or embarrassing. I know the possible outcomes of things before I do them. Idk. I can see myself from a clear outside perspective. Im also really reflective of body language/words/actions and stuff. It's easy for me to pick up and read someone. Chronic over-thinker as well. I also have the teeniest but of social anxiety(but I'm comfortable with speaking on a stage and stuff?? Idk it's complicated.)

My mantra is that you'll never get to do the same thing twice, why not do it now? What will you really lose?

I'm very self-depricating. Woops. Uhh and idk. I don't have any specifics for any partner. I like all sorts of people I'm not picky.

Please lmk what you think 🤗

I’m so sorry first lol for making you repeat so many times. I just prefer to have as much information as possible to give you the most accurate answer and also some people didn’t include their sexualities the first time and then I messed up because I paired them with a person they weren’t interested in and then they I had to redo their entire ask because you know they were like oh I’m gay could you not be shipping me with a girl and I was like well you didn’t put that in your request so I have no idea. So thanks for tolerating that.

Your Outsiders Ship: Sodapop Curtis

(I could see you with Marcia too 😊 but I don’t know enough about her character to do a full analysis)

Explanation: starting off with looks, I think that he would be extremely attracted to you. I think that he personally finds brown eyes and hair to be absolutely stunning and just loves the way that they remind him of the hot cocoa constantly consumes in the morning when Darry has his coffee and Ponyboy has tea. You’re shorter than him, but not too short and I think that he appreciates that because it means that you don’t have to reach up on your tippy toes to kiss him, but you can also just you know he’s you’re still short enough for him to tease you about it a lot which he definitely would. I think you guys kind of have an opposite attract thing going on like I think one of the things that really stood out about you was your sarcastic personality to him and I think he really appreciated it and your brutal honesty was really different from other girls he’d interacted with, and I just think that he would be extremely attracted to that. he had a really hard time using his charm on you. I think he’s one of the few people that sees past the oh you’re probably a mean person type of thing because I feel like he’s is a very big believer in you know second chances you don’t know that person that well they could be going through something type of ideology and I think as the people pleaser he is, he would definitely give you multiple chances and I mean, even if Steve was kind of like dude she seems kind of mean sodapop would instantly be at your side defending you. seriously he has golden retriever energy, and you have black cat energy all the way and I just think you’re dynamic would be pretty cute together. I feel like he would help you out a little bit with your social skills too and help you to be a little bit more friendly to people if you ever had an issue with that he would also always defend you with people didn’t get you the way that you talked or you know things like that. I think you could also balance him out with your opinionated Ness because I feel like a lot of his life. Sodapop is always felt kind of pressure to fit in with everyone else and go with their opinions because I headcanon personally that he’s a chronic people pleaser and really wants to just make people happy and I feel like you’re argumentative personality would definitely clash with that in such an interesting and good way. I just think you guys would fundamentally help each other and, be a good pairing because you would always be working on improving each other and not only through social skills either. Soda pop doesn’t get poetry that much but I feel like he would absolutely support you or if you ever found something that seemed kind of poetic he would definitely give it to you and he would absolutely melt if you gave him an in-depth complement or did something really nice for him because you also mentioned active service was another one of your love languages I think he would just melt. He’s the middle sibling so he’s used to being ignored and whenever you have your full attention on him he just feels like he’s floating. He feels like you’re one of the few people who see beyond the “ hot Curtis sibling” and see him as a person because he is. he’s also incredibly spontaneous so you’re in luck for that aspect of your relationship. I think he is probably one of the most if not the most spontaneous out of the greasers and just I think he’s willing to do random things because I mean, I don’t know. I just think he kind of enjoys the chaos plus he’s a pretty like chaotic a great partner to have I think like not chaotic bad but more chaotic like I enjoy making life interesting type of thing. I also feel like he would love the fact that you write because it reminds him a lot of pony boy and I think he would definitely just love it and stand next to you while you write and ask 1 million questions and end up kind of annoying you, but it would be cute.

Also, also, I feel like you guys would totally bond over being the middle sibling because I mean no one can really no one really gets the experience unless they’ve actually been in the situation of being the middle child and I feel like once he finds out that you’ve been a middle sibling before he can’t wait to talk about all the relatable shit with you and I just yeah, I feel like that would be one of your main bonding subjects that you guys first realize you had something in common. Also, he is also someone who values humor a lot and I feel like you guys would have a super fun time making jokes together and just laughing and enjoying life in general he’s a person that is literally described as not needing alcohol or cigarettes or anything like that to enjoy life, he just takes it by the hands and really knows how to live and I feel like that’s something that you really really need to have a good sense of humor besides being able to laugh at yourself and he absolutely has that. Also good luck with this man in the kitchen because it is just going to end up in a flower fight and you will not get any cooking whatsoever and if you do, it’s gonna be something weird as shit because he snuck food coloring into the dough or something like that. He really loves yourself awareness because he’s often had partners who aren’t so self-aware and are kind of oblivious to what their actions do and don’t know a lot about themselves and why they act certain ways so he really values that in a partner and I feel like that’s something you could fulfill and you could help him be more self-aware too, so he’s definitely glad that’s a trait you have. Also for your anxiety I feel like he can help a lot with that. He’s kind of a more carefree guy. I don’t feel like he has anxiety too bad and he has a pretty good coping system, but I feel like he would be excellent at you know spotting whenever you’re having a panic attack helping you get over a panic attack helping you remember to meditate for 10 minutes daily things like that I feel like he would be a super helpful person to be dating if you have extreme anxiety or if you’re an overthinking person. Anyway this is cute I ship it!! 💚💚

[moreespressoformydepresso]

Okay so I have zero idea how ask games work or if it’s currently active but….

I got like two I desperately need to know about!!

🪸 & ♈️

🪸: I’m curious if any of your selections for the creatures coincide with their district or rather something from their personality and could you give examples of possible?

♈️ : Is the zodiac magic person to person or a whole wide district type thing that only ever occurs in said district?

Do they have certain techniques depending on the district?

Are abilities separated between the rich and poor in the districts?

Hi!! So technically this ask game was for me to write a snippet of the WIP's you pick and I can definitely still do that if you want me to! But expanding on these AU's can definitely be fun as well! So while I write the other requests I've gotten so far I'll answer yours since I'm a very slow writer. Also, finals has fried my brain and I'm so happy I'm almost done but I just cannot think straight enough to write right now so explanation it is!!

🪸 So the creatures aren't District-specific, I give the tributes whatever I feel fits their character best, but the variants are. It's bloodline related, but environment has impact on the people of the Districts. So for example: District 4 has a lot of sirens and mermaids, because they're so involved with the ocean, and their humanoid form only has legs so they can walk on land. They spend most of their time in the ocean anyway. Treech is also a siren, but he only has forest lakes as underwater domain. Therefore his humanoid form is practically indistinguishable from humans. Sea sirens have a very echoey voice, fitting for an open space as large as the ocean, but sirens like Treech have a more ethereal, magical, otherworldly sounding voice, associating them with a magical forest. Sirens in 7 also have more greenish colors where Sea Sirens have fully blue scales. My sirens always have some kind of hydrokinesis, but where Sea Sirens have full water control Treech would have a weaker control over water in exchange for being able to use his voice out of the water more effectively. Unlike Sea Sirens he can actually use his voice magic while talking, though it's most effective when he sings.

Lucy Gray is a faun because she has the nature-loving vibes to me and also she sings, but with D12 so focused on coal mining there just aren't many sirens there. Her magic is in any music she makes, allowing her some control over nature. Coral is a (water) dragon, because she's very protective over those she cares about and I felt like it fit her general anger at her situation in both the book and the movie. Mizzen is a fairy, because mythologically fairies tend to be very mischievous. Lamina is a firebird, but with added thunderbird qualities. She's like the wind, seemingly weak until it flings you through the air like you're nothing. Also, she has a hidden fire in her that you'll only see when it's too late.

There's a few examples :)

♈ohoho I have a lot to say about this AU but idk who to talk to because idk anyone who might be interested this specific one so I'll ramble about the magic system I created for this for a bit and wonder if anyone would want me to talk about all the plotlines I've thought up for this AU.

Is it person-to-person or district wide? Surprise, it's both! Every district has a zodiac sign (D13 has Ophiuchus) and the powers are vaguely based on that, but everyone has a mostly unique set of powers or combination of magic types. The districts aren't actually numbered based on zodiac signs though, they're still numbered based on in what order they joined Panem. This is long so I'm gonna put a cut here lol.

Virgo: I don't have a big explanation for this, it just felt right with the magic I could come up with, so I'll say a maiden in stories is usually beautiful, like jewelry and gemstones and stuff. Facet gets enchantment, he can bewitch people to basically fog over their mind if he can talk long enough for his magic to work or if he can get close and do magical hands around someone's head. Velvereen gets potion: she can take plants and combine them into potions with a positive effect and a negative downside to go with it, depending on what potion she makes. The downside gets bigger the less related the plants the picks are to what she wants her potions to do.

Sagittarius, because... Honestly this and 12 were the last ones I decided on and it was either Sagi or Scorpio. Sagittarius is fire, which feels like it fits more with weaponry. Marcus is connected to the archer part of the constellation, being able to basically influence people's odds in battle, including his own. He has stupidly good aim because he tips the odds of hitting the target in his own favor. He can basically boost his allies and make his enemies a lot less lucky on the battlefield. Sabyn, on the other hand, is more connected to the spirituality of Sagittarius (the optimism) by being able to influence people's emotions so strongly she can basically cripple them by trapping them in a mental breakdown spiral. She can push them to give her answers she needs, distract them, or help them gain the confidence to do what they need to do. Possibly the way her power works (influencing the neurons in the brain, essentially, and the chemical structure) allows her to also have mild control over people's perceptions of the world by blocking information from reaching the brain and maybe even enables her to use mild healing powers.

Capricorn is ambitious and goal-oriented, and I think you need some level of ambition to be an inventor. Teslee can create anything by picturing it with her mind. She needs to know its components and requires some kind of object to transform, but she can make virtually anything. She needs to imagine the inner workings too, though, so if she doesn't know how something works she can only make something that looks like what she wants. It won't actually work, because she didn't make the inner mechanism that makes it function. Circ has a form of spacial magic which gives him the ability of telekinesis and teleportation.

Pisces: Fairly obvious, I think. Their whole deal is fishing, so their sign is pisces the fishes. I briefly considered giving them aquarius but ended up going with the more cliche option. Coral clearly feels deeply, though we mostly see her anger at the world and her care for Mizzen. Coral's powers are basically energy manipulation. She can sap energy from around her and turn it into something else, whether that be light or a soundwave or electricity or a whole laserbeam. This is because Pisces is seen as a sign that's very in-touch with spirituality and stuff. Mizzen can turn his skin into protective scales that he can reflect light off of to blind his opponents and make some weaker magical attacks slide off of him like water slides past fish scales.

Leo is related to the sun. The sun gives energy. Sol can draw energy from the sun and turn it into both strength and laser beams. Hy can shapeshift into any cat-like animal and expel brief bursts of boiling hot air from his body.

Gemini because Mercury is apparently ever-changing and that reminded me of transport. Gemini apparently blends really well into any group because they can adapt to the vibe, so Ginnee can read people insanely well and just knows how to act and what to say to make them trust her or get them to do what she wants. Also, she will always appear like she belongs where she is, so even when people are actively looking for her, specifically, they'll look past her because she doesn't look 'out of the ordinary'. Otto gets the duality side of the deal and can speed up or slow down time within a specific radius around him. It doesn't have to include the whole radius, so he can slow down time around one person or speed up just his own movements.

Aries: I think it fits Treech and Lamina. The ram is usually associated with courage, confidence, and a strong personality, but before a ram is a ram, it's a lamb. Lamina shows she's fully capable of being strong and courageous, despite first coming across as weak like a little lamb. She ends up being a very offence-heavy fighter. Treech, meanwhile, is more on the defensive side. @ylvisruinedmylife's Electric Rebels characterization of him fits best here, where he's very insecure and not the fighting type, but he can show his horns when he needs to (on an individual level, Lamina's more Leo/Cancer while Treech is more Pisces/Gemini, but I digress). As for their magic: Lamina gets pyrokinesis for the fiery personality type Aries stands for, as well as 'reflect' where she cuts the air with her hand, creating a flash of light that will deflect an attack or even redirect it back at her opponents, inspired by diamonds being the gemstone for Aries. Treech has 'wool', where he can generate wool with his hands that absorbs any impact or attack that hits it. He can also use it as an attack but its wool so it doesn't do much damage on its own. It can trap people or push/throw them into a wall. He also gets 'impact' inspired by the way rams attack. It requires a lot of energy to use but he can aim his hand at someone and blast them backwards, nothing's hitting them but it feels like they get bodyslammed by a ram. He can also accelerate the speed of an attack with it. Both Lamina and Treech have small horns with a slight curl to them when their powers are activated. Their hair also gets very soft and fluffy like the wool of a sheep, though it's more noticeable with Lamina because her hair's longer, her tips are basically a cloud.

Libra, because it's associated with venus and thus beauty. It's scales, which work with gravity, so Bobbin gets control over gravity within a specific radius. He can only affect small areas at a time but hey, smashing a whole squad of peacekeepers to the ground is still fun yk. Wovey has the power to balance out anything. If you're very mad, she can balance you out with ✨aura✨ until you're no longer flipping out. If something's so heavy it's about to break something she can balance it out so the thing that's breaking is strong enough to hold. You have a laser canon? Guess what! She can balance out that energy to neutralize your laser! You wanna fire a gun? She can balance out that gunpowder and make it useless!

Cancer, because the moon phases reminded me of harvest phases. This is one of the spares, I fear. With the moon being so tied to the tides, Panlo's magic is magnetism. He can turn anything into a magnet, both himself and others. What is pulled towards the magnet is something Panlo can decide himself. Sheaf has the reflective properties of the moon (reflecting the sunlight) and can reflect anything away from her. If someone attacks her, she can reflect their attack back at them. She can reflect light like a mirror. She's basically a mirror with defensive properties.

Taurus, because Taurus is a bull and... Livestock. That's it that's my explanation (oh and disrespect for authority because Brandy and her response to Arachne's "authority"). The element of Taurus is earth, so Tanner gets... earthbending. It's basically just earthbending with the added fun that dirt and sand counts as 'rock' to me and you can't stop me. Brandy gets control over any precious metal or ore, because of Taurus' wealth aspect. I'm very creative (please don't judge my energy tank is rapidly depleting).

Aquarius, the giver of life, felt appropriate for the district credited with being the country's main food source (rip 9 and 10). Reaper has hydrokinesis. He can control the temperature and form, but cannot technically make it. He can just pull it from any source he wants, which means he's capable of some brutal stuff since humans are like- 75% water. Dill has plant magic. She can grow roots from the ground and control the plants around her.

Scorpio, occasionally said to have sly personality traits? Their spirit color is black like coal. Jessup has shadow magic, he can manipulate shadows and melt into them. Pretty straightforward, but since shadows are just the absence of light he has some extras most people wouldn't expect because people keep forgetting that shadows are just the absence of light. He's basically displacing the light (and thus warmth) and while he can solidify shadows because magic, he can basically blast people with freezing cold. Lucy Gray can negate magical spells or curses. Just destroy them or negate them immediately. She can absorb them for a limited time and possibly place them on something else too.

Ophiuchus.

[imnobodyuknow]

So, I ran into a rare find of a game a few weeks ago (thanks to good old Bijuu Mike deciding to play it), and let me just say -- for a free game, it's definitely somethin' else.

It's a fairly short game, but well worth your while if you're looking for something unusual. Don't take my word for it, though -- go check it out for yourself! (There's some light language, sexual innuendo, and a bit of horror in it, just FYI.)

***Outcore Spoilers Ahead!!!***

Much like Doki Doki Literature Club and OneShot (and probably some other mixed reality games I don't know about), Outcore: Desktop Adventure messes with your computer's files in a number of creative ways. It also explores (no pun intended) the idea of a video game character becoming aware of the existence of another world (namely, the real world). And much like Monika, the main character -- the curious and adorable Lumi...

...finds herself dissatisfied with the world she's lived in for the last 18 years. She even starts to believe that her life is meaningless without any variety or the ability to explore anything new.

Here's what I found very touching about Lumi's story, though. Unlike Monika, she doesn't despair or become resentful after learning that she and her world aren't real -- instead, she decides to make the most of it...in her own special way. 😉

Most of the game involves using your computer's files, applications, etc. in some very innovative ways to help Lumi recover the memories she lost upon appearing on your desktop. The intrigue created by piecing together the mysteries of her past is soon accompanied by a more disturbing feeling, however, when you realize...

...something's a little off. (That's how it was for me, anyway. 😏)

Thankfully, the disturbing part is fairly limited, and definitely worth going through to see how Lumi takes advantage of her situation and changes things for the better, both for herself and for the folks back home. And in doing so, she discovers what it is she wants out of life:

Kind of an odd thing for a "villain" to say, huh? 😏

And on top of that, she even finds a way to be an explorer within the confines of the digital world -- by becoming a dead web browser an Internet Explorer!

Good luck out there, Lumi! (Seriously, you'll need it. 🫤)

Oh, and...apparently there's a way to put a clown nose on Lumi. I just now discovered that. ...Interesting. 😄

So, to put it another way, Outcore struck me as a game with a Doki Doki Literature Club-esque story, but with a much less morbid and more satisfying ending to it. 😊 It may not be as long or story-rich as DDLC, but I loved how simple yet entertaining and touching it was from beginning to end. If a sequel ever comes out, you can bet I'll be playing it, whether it's free or not. 😁

Anyway, on to the review...

In terms of creativity:

In terms of charming and quirky characters:

In terms of fun, engaging, and atmospheric music:

In terms of humorous dialogue and clever references:

In terms of crazy (and often silly) plot twists:

In terms of decency:

And finally, in terms of being a touching, thought-provoking, and fun mixed-reality experience (which also happened to be free):

Quite the inspirational game, Doctor Shinobi. In fact, I'd say it's the sort of game I hope to create myself somewhere down the road.

(Man, I gotta get on that already...)

[bonesandthebees]

Time for me to be even more of a nerd about worldbuilding.

I love the combination of religion and cyberpunk. At first, cyberpunk as an aesthetic feels antithetical to the concept of religion, at least in my eyes. When I think of religion, I think of the past, thousands of years of history. When I think of cyberpunk, I think of the future, where science and technology is the driving force behind society.

So to take those and combine them, a cyberpunk society with religion driving said technology, feels so fresh and exciting to read.

Now with the religion itself, I'm immediately thinking of some ancient Greek parallels. Wilbur is definitely a Cassandra type figure. I was excited to see Cassandra by Florence and the Machine on the fic's playlist. You've turned me onto them, by the way.

From what I can gather, this religious system seems to be multitheistic, where most people believe in multiple gods but only worship a single god in the system? Are Clara and Kristin the only goddesses, or are there other gods/goddesses? I take it that Clara is very widely worshipped where Kristin is villainized.

What really captivates me about your worldbuilding is the details. Traditions and rituals that feel so realistic. I enjoy reading Wilbur talk about Clara - religion as a topic fascinates me. I was raised atheist, so anything religious really makes me curious.

Of course, religions tend to really alter the mindset of the person. In Wilbur's case, it definitely seems that being the Pythia has wrecked any sense of identity he had before. Bits and pieces of that identity are still there, like ancient ruins - his old name in the back of his mind and the flashback he had near the end of the chapter. But he thinks of himself as the Pythia so fully that he calls himself by it.

The idea of the Pythia as a role that is taken on and replaces the original identity of the person is deeply reminiscent of a lot of different religions across the world/across history. I love the details that make it unique and the way that Wilbur treats himself in the role.

I'm excited to see how this sense of identity changes over time. I have a feeling that identity and internal crises are going to be a major theme in this fic.

I also have a feeling about the curse Wilbur mentioned. I'd bet money that it's going to come back later in the fic

Lastly, I just wanted to ask, what were your inspirations for the nomenclature of this fic?

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thank you!!! yes that's exactly why I was so proud of coming up with this au in the first place. heavy religious vibes, especially in more of a fantasy-esque way like what we have here, isn't something you usually associate with cyberpunk and that's what's so fun about it. it's past and future combining into one, which creates a super unique atmosphere that I love to play around with

oh there are a ton of ancient greek parallels with this story. the term 'pythia' itself comes from the oracles of delphi, because the head priestess of the oracles was referred to as the 'pythia'. and yes wilbur is definitely a cassandra-type figure. I love florence + the machine and cassandra is one of my fav songs of hers—it just fits so well!! I'm so glad I turned you onto her music florence's stuff is sooooo good

from what I have established in the worldbuilding so far, clara and kristin are the only goddesses in the religious system that the continent as a whole runs on. in a way, clara and kristin are meant to represent life and death. kristin's association with death is obvious, while clara's association with life isn't as clear cut because she's more connected to time and the future, but the base of her divinity is still life itself. in the present day of the story, worship of clara is pretty much ubiquitous, while worshipping kristin is outright outlawed. we'll get more into why this is later in the story, but it wasn't always this way, and you'll learn more about this as things go on. so technically yes, it is a multi-theistic system where you only worship one of the goddesses, but hundreds of years before there was less of a strict delineation with the whole thing.

I'm so glad the religious aspects are interesting to you!! although my parents weren't extremely religious, I spent nine years of my childhood at a very intense evangelical christian school so that's definitely influenced my relationship with religion. I'm an atheist now, but I'm definitely using aspects of my history with religion in this story, especially when it comes into the themes of how religion is often used by others as a tool of control.

wilbur as a character is one who immerses himself so completely into the role he was assigned that he can lose himself in it, which is really the idea this fic is diving into. he's lost himself completely to the role of the pythia, which is what the institution itself wants from him. so this fic is really going to focus on his relationship with his own identity and his journey to reclaim his personhood.

the nomenclature for this fic? well like I said, the term 'pythia' comes from the oracles of delphi, and you'll see a lot more influence from ancient greece when it comes to the naming conventions for things. so you'll mostly see that, maybe some connections to ancient rome as well. then when it comes to 'angia', the name of eret's kingdom, that's literally just me remembering cc!eret lives in los angeles so i was like "hmm... angeles... angia" and boom there we go

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Exactly. Regardless of what the antagonist thinks, they would've said and done whatever they wanted to get what want. They're always like that. Despite the fact that most of the Sannoh boys do not even have proper education - besides Noboru, the original trio are still the smart ones of the group. Yet another reason why I love these boys. Unlike all the other guys in Sannoh who're completely stupid about everything.

I know, I know.. The reason why that happened was to introduce a lot of the other gangs like Rascals and Rude, because of Dan's actions of the story. And because Chiharu, Oya was also introduced in the story too. Only because Sannoh and Daruma already had their history from before these events took place. But, yeah... I was cheering on Rascals when they cornered him in the parking lot, beating him with asps and Koo almost broke his legs beating him. I wish Koo broke Dan's legs.

Go fuck yourself, or fuck everybody else. Whichever you decide to do. Literally.

I can see Kizzy spilling secrets about the Rascals, especially about for Rocky. Kizzy's his wingman. Wingwoman? Either way. When she does try talking up Rocky's crush to her, she does have to be so convincing enough in a truthful way. Just so Rocky and girlfriend get together.

And to also prove the Strawberry Girls wrong. That the Rocky they do think he is, is not the Rocky she has known him to be. Not even close.

"Like telling all the Rascals that Rocky’s a lightweight." Only for any of the Rascals who didn't already know about Rocky being a lightweight anyway. I wonder ho Rocky would react to him finding out Kizzy's the one telling his secrets to everyone else though. It's a funny thought.

Rocky went broke in just a few hours. That was his fault for giving his credit cards to Kizzy. It's always a horrible idea for everyone involved.

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Kohaku is tall. Akira's 6'0 (184 cm). He's another one of the more taller characters in the series. I know those four characters are the tallest.

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That's fine. Most the time I'm even never sure what people mean to say, especially on sites where you're communicating through screens like this. But if it makes you feel any better.. I don't know what J, SRS, or any of that even means. I don't really use internet slang whenever I message people, I write the full words, so I'm completely clueless any time that happens. I'm probably the only person who does that too.

I might have trivia about my characters if you're interested..

But these little trivial facts about my characters are minor facts about them, no major facts yet. And you already know some of these facts.

I'm still figuring out my characters though.

Blue:

Her signature color is blue.

Comes from a big family. She's the middle child of five children. And she is close to her siblings, especially towards her sisters.

Despite not being fashionable, she knows her way with fashion from sewing premade clothes to creating designs for her own clothing line.

Out of the color coded characters, she is the tomboy who wears a lot of casual clothes. Like jeans, shirts, hoodies, jerseys, boots, sneakers. You'll rarely ever see her wearing any dresses or skirts.

Since Orange and her were born in the same year, they're like sisters to each other since they grew up together.

Is somehow associated with the Oya and Sannoh gangs.

May have some connections with Murayama, Seki and Furuya; might also have connections to Cobra, Yamato, Noboru and Naomi (also the Mugen gang) through Orange.

Her and Orange over indulges in food and drinks. One of her favorite foods is definitely burgers, and also pizza is another favorite food too.

Some of her hobbies include music, fashion, television. She considers her hobby as Netflix since she enjoys watching shows and movies.

Since her color is blue, I associate her fragrances being fruity or floral - or fruity and floral blend - if you were ever curious about her scents. Think of blue fruits and flowers.

Orange:

Her signature color is orange.

The reason why I chose her to be born in November, autumn month, is because the colors I associate her with are autumn colors.

Out of the color coded characters, she is the baby of the group which makes her my youngest character for this fandom.

And because she's my youngest character, she has the most youthful personality. She has the most childish and childlike personality.

Since Blue and her were born in the same year, they're like sisters to each other since they grew up together.

Out of the color coded characters, she is the shortest.

Is associated with the Sannoh gang.

May even be childhood friends of Cobra, Yamato, Noboru and Naomi.

Might be Cobra's love interest.

Her and Blue over indulges in food and drinks. And one of her favorite foods is pizza. Like Cobra (and Rocky), she has a sweet tooth so you'll see her eating a lot of sweet food. Candies, cakes, brownies, pudding and ice cream.

Some of her hobbies include singing and dancing, music, and movies (especially horror movies).

Since her color is orange, I associate her fragrances being citrusy and woodsy, maybe occasionally floral if you were ever curious about her scents. Think of orange fruits and flowers.

Red:

Her signature color is red.

She might have a sibling but that is still undecided at the moment.

Out of the color coded characters, she is the oldest.

Might be associated with Daruma Ikka gang.

Might have a connection with Hyuga.

Some of her hobbies include music, fashion, television. Her favorite movies are horror movies, Chucky is one of her favorite franchises.

Since her color is red, I associated her fragrances as fruity and floral if you were curious about her scents. Think of red fruits and flowers.

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Yes. Koo needs a vacation. So does Rocky, but we'll talk about him at another time. At least let him man have a hot bath after a long day, he needs some self care for himself so he doesn't breakdown mentally. If not a bath, maybe spa days. Or something. Maybe a cabin the woods away from people. Koo is the most stressed tolerating people like any person working retail with stupid customers. Especially in the video... The video of the guy from Doubt harassing Koo about how unsafe his life is after his confrontation with Dan, even though he's a trafficker. Actually, I'm curious. How long as Koo worked in Rascals? Because I'd know he started after Kizzy and Kaito went to America, but maybe he started working there around the time the Golden Bomber boys did? I don't know. But Koo did start sometime after Kizzy and Kaito though. So who knows long that was then. But definitely a long time for Koo.

Exactly. Everyone Kuryu wants people dead, they'd just hit them with a car every time. That loses it's meaning to me. They need to be more original with killing people. The only main characters who actually did die was Tatsuya and Smoky too, but Smoky died from chronic illness.

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Rocky's like a genie in a bottle. Instead of rubbing a lamp, just saying a stupid misogynistic phrase like that would make Rocky appear from out of nowhere. Canes you to death, tells you to respect women, then leaves. That would be an interesting thing to witness if you ever did.

If Rocky still hates the Golden Bomber boys after everything. Rocky's girlfriend is definitely persuasive enough to change his mind about all the boys. They might even get their jobs back. They were willing to be risking their lives, asking for help from other gangs, to help them. So.. Rocky has to change is mind after that. If not, his girlfriend won't be a happy lady at all. Y'know.. "Happy wife, happy life." So there's that too.

Have you actually listened to Golden Bombers music? Very eccentric. If I'm being honest.. This is just my personal opinion if you'd have ever seen the Golden Bomber boys without makeup, the real man who did play Shimura in H&L is actually very attractive but with a bizarre style though. Some of those boys, some are more attractive than others if you've ever seen them without makeup. But this is just my opinion. And I hate to be that person, because I would also get annoyed when people comment on women's appearance with and without makeup. So I'm being slightly hypocritical about this. I try not to be though.

I can see the Daruma boys having a higher tolerance for alcohol since they're the party boys. Parties, festivals. There's always a lot of drinks at these events. So Hyuga, Kato, Sakyo and Ukyo won't surprise me... But the Daruma babies need to control themselves when they drink, I have to say they're really still amateurs with alcohol at the moment.

Actually! If any of the older teenagers and adults in Rude drink any bit of alcohol, I could see them drinking alcohol to warm themselves up - like in the colder seasons. But not to get drunk. And, whenever they'd have alcohol, they'll use alcohol for injures instead of actually drinking it. Because you do see a few scenes where that happens with Rude.

Cobra and Rocky drinking together could be a good or bad thing, but, y'know.. That depends on their moods. Sometimes I can also imagine them laughing, crying, arguing, playing, all of the above. Like how the snake boy is with his Sannoh and Mugen friends. I don't know why.

"cobra and rocky drinking together are borderline belligerent and they’re loud and slurring and fighting just a lil bit. at the end of the night koo, yamato and noboru have to go collect their respective idiot." Is that before or after Kizzy takes pictures and records videos of them acting like this for blackmail reasons. Because this is Kizzy, and I can imagine Kizzy doing this for her own reasons she may have.

I can't remember.. My brain is blank. What is Hyuga smoking again?

I have a thought. A serious thought about White Rascals. You know all male Rascals won't harm women, Kizzy might only harm women if it's a situation that requires it (like self defense during fights or if they did make an attempt to steal Kaito away from her). Anyway.. What do you do think would happen if a female coworker, friend, or lover - like with Rocky's girlfriend - was in abusive relationships with women. Like any women instead of men. Let's the her family is abusive like her mother, sister, aunt, cousin. Or the female coworkers or even female "friends" who use and abuse her in whatever way. How do you think Rocky and the Rascals would help her in that situation? Obviously Kizzy may just help in any way she can, she may even get physical if she needs when in a situation like this. But what about Rocky? The Rascals? I'm not so sure what they might do about the situation if women were abused in this way by other women. So that made me think of what will happen.

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Oh! I found out something. So for the Bloodhounds show, obviously it is based on the webtoon comic series like other Korean series I enjoy. Anyway. So apparently... The main actress of the show ended up with a dui from drinking and driving, severe accidents, and everything else involved in the situation. They had to rewrite the script for the ending of the show, at least for the last three episodes. I didn't know that just happened last year. I'm curious about what the original ending was.

noboru is like. the smartest one obviously because he was the one that got good grades and was going to be a lawyer. cobra and yamato aren’t the smartest, but they have good street smarts. they can wrap their heads around issues and see the bigger picture. dtc are dumbasses.

yea, like thanks for introducing the rascals and rude and oya, but also Go Away Now, Dan And Chiharu. let koo break dan’s legs, it’s stress relief.

if it’s like a really big secret that the person is serious about nobody knowing, then kizzy won’t tell anyone (except kaito). but if it’s just something embarrassing or funny, then she’s telling people. she’s wingwomaning, she’s matchmaking. any of the rascal guys who like someone come to kizzy like ‘help me 🥺’. except for rocky, who did not ask for help, but kizzy is here anyway and she’s actually being helpful.

rocky just has the older brother reaction to finding out kizzy is spilling his secrets: exasperation and eye rolling and ‘stop it’. kizzy is doing some lil sister antics.

kizzy’s like ‘whoops!’ and then goes off to show kaito all the things she’s bought. koo’s beside rocky just ‘……i told you that was a bad idea’.

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i think /j is ‘joking’ and /srs is ‘serious’ but /s is also sarcastic? it’s very confusing so i don’t really use it. i only use a bit of internet slang stuff, but not a lot. i just hope my intentions come through with what i’m typing.

ooh, i love the tomboy aesthetic for blue! my hobby is also netflix ahsjdkl. i’m very bad with fragrances, but it’s still interesting to know! i have no idea what my ocs smell like.

autumn girl! since orange likes sweets, has she and cobra ever run into each other while buying treats? like when cobra was buying a cupcake from the twintowers? is she a gore-horror fan or a psych-horror fan or both?

if red does have a sibling, are you thinking of making her be an older or younger sibling? and since red and orange like horror movies, does blue as well?

if you’re interested, here’s a few ryuko and hinami facts!

ryuko:

she had a rotation of tutors her entire life and never went to actual school.

since she didn’t get out much, she’d watch a lot of dramas and movies. probably watched a lot of horror stuff she shouldn’t have at a young age.

she knows her mother isn’t actually dead, but doesn’t care because that means her mother left her - and left her with her father, no less.

ryuko has a pretty girly fashion sense (she’s a princess~). a lot of dresses and cute jackets and long sleeves, she’s pale and sunburns easily. she mostly wears blue, white and black. also. lotta accessories.

she can’t handle spicy food. every thing on the milder side please. also her dad didn’t really let her eat desserts or sweet treats as a kid, so she absolutely gorges when she’s finally able to. murayama is happy to indulge her.

ryuko is the shorter between her and hinami, but only by about an inch.

i associate ryuko with plum blossoms because i read they symbolise perseverance and hope in japan.

hinami:

it was raining the day her parents abandoned her. takeshi was the one to find her after he and pi heard someone crying in the rain.

she collects glass marbles and ohajiki pieces. half because she thinks they’re pretty, half because she uses them in her slingshot.

hinami reads to the younger kids when she has the time. she’s very good with kids.

isn’t overly feminine, but she wears skirts just because it’s easier with her prosthetic. she wears bike shorts/tights with her skirts though. she wears a lotta olive green and layers like the rest of rude.

her and takeshi have a lot of secret spots in nameless that the others don’t know about.

for hinami, i associate irises, that symbolise elegance, happiness, and loyalty. (i also associate her with plants growing through concrete, but that’s purely vibes).

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i’m just imagining if koo had been at the onsen place in dtc instead of the smg boys. he’d be so annoyed with dtc. do not bother him, it’s his vacation! he’s not sticking his nose in these people’s business! leave him be!

kuryu feels slighted or betrayed and they go pick out a car with tinted windows. just beep beep. time to run over a person! if they don’t die, they’ll at least be in a coma and out of commission!

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i haven’t watched any of the golden bombers stuff yet, but i’ll probably end up checking out. they’re all decently attractive dudes, not necessarily my type. looking them up though, i just saw the guy that played enari had an affair recently. so that’s the second guy from h&l that i’ve found out had an affair (the other being bernie’s actor). hate that. especially since that sours enari for me and he was my fav of the original rascals quad.

the older darumas absolutely have excellent tolerances. the babys, not so much. kato says he’s not looking after them if they get too drunk but he’s lying. he’ll make sure they don’t drink too much and get home okay. he’s got older brother energy after having to look after hyuga when be was growing up.

i don’t remember those scenes tbh, but i do really need to go and rewatch h&l at some point. i was planning on jumping through episodes and movies for the rude boys stuff, just to get more of a feel for their voices since i’m writing this hinami/takeshi fic.

kizzy is taking pictures and recording videos and koo disapproves but i can imagine yamato or noboru being like ‘hey send me that, that’s funny’. yamato wants to show naomi and have a laugh.

i think i remember him smoking something from a pipe, but honestly, i just kinda blank out the scenes of anyone smoking because it’s a personal dislike of mine.

i think they’d definitely try and get her out of that situation as soon as possible. they obviously wouldn’t hurt the abusive woman - well, maybe kizzy would if the woman swung first - but they would probably try to intimidate her. i think it might rattle rocky a bit if he hadn’t considered that women could do something as vile as abuse in the same way men can. i think he’d make sure that everyone at club heaven was okay and that there weren’t any bully women there and let all of the girls know that he’s there to talk to if anybody is making them uncomfortable, male or female.

i don’t know if you’ve seen it, but i wonder how rocky would feel about the female bullies in the glory. since they were totally awful. i think he’d admire the main character’s strength and resolve though.

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it’s always a shame when stuff like that happens. i wonder if they’ll release the original ending’s script or something, just to show how they intended for it to end. probably like the webcomic, but idk much about the comic and what changes they made for the show.

[adair-kiba]

(copy/paste with some extra bits from my twt circle, very short Ori story)

When Ori was old enough to start understanding that he had a father but he's not alive anymore so he can never meet him, it sparked so much curiosity about who he was!

Adair started telling him stories of their adventures together at bedtime instead of fairy tales, and Ori wanted to know what he looked like, and what it felt like to spend time with him. Adair said "He looked a lot like you, but without the scales or tail. And he was the friendliest person you'd ever meet, always smiling and encouraging others to be their best!" but Ori kept asking, saying he wished he could see him for real.

So Adair thought an outing was in order.

As a first stop, Adair took him to the memorial overlooking Ishgard, and told him how it was his father's favorite spot. Ori could feel the wind cutting through his sweater, but he did like how small the city looked from so far away. He understood the spot must have been special to his parents and felt a reverence for it.

"Is this where father is?" Ori asked, eyeing the tombstone.

Adair hesitated for a moment. "In a way, maybe. This place was his favorite spot to come think. And now, it's where people who loved him come to think about him."

Ori looked down and the flowers next to the stone, absorbing his dad's words.

"If you mean to ask, 'Is he buried here?', no, he's not. His body was laid to rest in the Fortemps family mausoleum." Ori looked up at Adair quizzically. "But I like to think," Adair continued, "your father lives on in the hearts of the people who loved him. The soldiers you'll meet today, Grandpa Edmont and your uncles, the Haillenarte siblings... and you and me." Adair looked down at Ori's awestruck face with a kind smile.

Ori thought about this for a long moment, holding onto his dad's tail when a particularly strong gust of wind nearly had him lose his balance.

Adair barely caught Ori's small words over the wind "...but I still want to meet him."

He knelt down, pulling his son into a proper hug. "You can't meet him face to face," he said, looking into Ori's now teary eyes. "But you can get to know him by spending time with people who loved him. Ask questions about him, many would be happy to tell you stories." Ori beamed at that idea, sniffling his tears away.

So Adair took Ori to visit Camp Dragonhead and pointed out the portrait hanging there. He encouraged him to talk to the soldiers, many of who still remembered Haurchefant as if he was just there yesterday. Ori was excited to meet so many people who remembered Haurchefant as a friend! The soldiers perked up at having a chance to talk and play with Haurchefant's child as well, and the chilly stone hall radiated a lighthearted warmth.

In the coming months, Ori kept asking to go visit his dad's picture every day. Adair or Edmont or sometimes Emmanellain would take him whenever they could. He'd have a nice time making friends with the soldiers there and eventually became like a little mascot for them.

Then one harsh winter Ori caught a terrible cold and couldn't go visit his father's picture and friends at Camp Dragonhead for quite a while.

As a friend of Adair's from Scion business, Alphinaud had heard of how much Ori loved to visit his father, and he sketched Ori a picture of Haurchefant that he could keep in his room while he was recovering. The soldiers from Camp Dragonhead sent him little gifts too, wishing him well.

When he was well enough to come visit again, the soldiers hosted a big dinner just like Haurchefant loved to have, full of music and warm drinks and laughter. Ori had a blast! And Adair felt like Haurchefant was right there beside him, sharing in their son's joy, and Adair's.

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(idk enough about kids to know how old ori should be here. do kids understand death and people existing before they were born by 3 years old? or is that a more difficult concept? I'm kinda imagining him at about 5 or 6 here, old enough to be curious about the world and people..? as of post endwalker he's just turned 3, so this is quite a while after that probably. he's been to camp Dragonhead before, but was always too enchanted by the chocobos to learn much about the people around him.)

[f1letters]

get well soon, Cat! 💘💘 i love your writing and i can't wait for the rest of the series (when u get better of course, take ur time!) and also for whats to come, i'm so curious about what u are planning on doing next (full albums, random songs, nothing tay related, etc)

whatever you'll do, i'll be here, that's for sure! 💘

Thank you so much for the kind words! 💜

I will say I already have a basic plan of what I want to do after I finish midnights and I will FOR SURE stay in the Taylor universe because I get so much inspiration from her and her lyrics, they have a multitude of plots and ideas and stories and I think we can have a lot of fun with miss Swift's music 😅💜

1) I will probably switch things up a bit when it comes to focusing on a single album and I'll be using songs from all albums (and maybe go back to this single album style if she releases a new one? we will see with time)

2) I've already started to create a masterlist of masterlists where I will be putting ALL of the stories organized by drivers and also all of the album masterlists as well!

3) I'll be adding some new drivers to the list of course: some new faces on the 2023 grid (nyck and oscar) and also some reserve drivers I like too (felipe and jack) so we can keep things interesting and diverse! 😅

4) Also I'm 100% keeping danny and mick in the list as well, of course!

5) I've been thinking about keeping the previews but instead of letting you guys guess with the help of a masterlist, I'll tell you the album upfront and let you guys discover the song but Idk if it will get boring? I thought about giving a clue about the driver and let you guys discover the driver? Maybe both, so that both swifties and non-swifties can have some fun? 🤣 Let me know what you think it's best!

As you can see, I'm a little OCD and a perfectionist in everything I do, so bare with my insanity 😅💜 Let me know what you think about all of this and please GIVE ME IDEAS FOR FUTURE STORIES, I beg you! 🤣

Ps: I'm sorry for the long answer to the person who sent this, but I just took advantage of the opportunity to put everything on the table for all of you guys 🤣💜

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

What movies have you seen this year, and how would you rate them?

I can't remember every film I saw this year, but these are the ones I actually saw in the movie theater.

F9

I had never seen a Fast and Furious movie before. I did not get any of the references. It was so dumb, but weirdly what I needed in that moment. Will likely never see it again. 2/5

In the Heights

This was fun and it made me wish I could see it live on stage. I know why they decided to give this a summer release, but I kind of wished they wanted just a bit longer, maybe to next spring, to get it properly hyped. It has its problems, but the cast is stellar. 3/5

Godzilla vs. Kong

So dumb, but you saw the title. Only really came for the spectacle, which make the human characters even more useless then they normally are. Godzilla: King of the Monsters is still the superior film. 2.5/5

Black Widow

This really felt like it was the third movie in a trilogy we never got. The opening is solid and Yelena is seriously one of the best new additions to the MCU. I would have liked to tweak a few story beats Alexi as he's a character who's arc is left dangling, but it's not distracting. Not my favorite MCU film, but a solid entry. 3.5/5

Shang Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings

The acting in this films has no right to be as amazing as it is. Everyone in this cast is amazing. The fights scenes are great, the core relationship between Shang-chi and his father is complicated and compelling, and it's just plain fun. I would have liked one more pass at the script to tighten it up in some areas and cut out a few jokes, but otherwise top tier MCU material. 4/5

Venom: Let There Be Carnage

Every bit the train wreck I hoped it would be. A true disaster. Awful. I loved it. I honestly wish it was more of a disaster. If you liked the first one, you'll like the second and if you didn't like the first one, this one won't change your mind. This is for fans of Venom (2018) and fans of Venom (2018) exclusively. 2.5/5

Last Night in SoHo

Honestly one of the the most jaw dropping movies I've seen so far. The look of this film is amazing. The soundtrack is perfection. The acting is top notch and the story thrilling. This may be a case of style over substance. I could sit down and pick at the plot holes, but I was there for the ride and it took me on one. 4/5

Eternals

I think I respect this film more than I like it. I love the different tone and look of the film. I like the more quiet and introspective moments. The characters aren't so much characters as vehicles for themes and ideas. There is a lot there you can sit down and think about, but I do think they bit off more than they could chew. At the very least, it got me curious to see more. 3/5

Belfast

Just a solid movie all around. If small stories about people just trying to figure things out while the world seems to burn around them, then this is the movie for you. The acting is top tier all around with all the characters having their own charm and life. Special shout out to Jude Hill specifically who handled a film basically being placed on his shoulders with ease. There are a few things that bothered me about the film, namely the climax, but it wasn't distracting. I'm not sure if I'll go out of my way to watch it again, but I would recommend it. 3.5/5

The French Dispatch

Classic Wes Anderson from top to bottom. This collection of short stories aren't as frenetic as something like The Grand Budapest Hotel, but they have their own low key charm and humor found in all of Anderson's work. There are some stories I certainly like more than others, but the over all quality remains consistent. 4/5

Encanto

Very sweet and just a solid family film over all. I don't think its breaking any new ground in animation or music, but there are plenty of fun characters to get attached to and a story solely focused on the complicated relationships between them. That all being said, of the animated films I saw this year, Luca is still my favorite. Still, be sure to catch this one if you get the chance. 3.5/5

West Side Story

The more I think about this movie, the more vI love it. I want to go back to the theater and rewatch it just so I can get all of my thoughts in order. The cast is just so incredible and I'm so mad people have been avoiding it because of Ansel Elgort. It is clear from every frame that nothing but love was put into this adaptation. It still have it's problems here and there, but at the end of the day they're nit picks. Nothing will replace the original, but finally, a really fucking good musical adaptation. 4/5

Spider-Man: No Way Home

I just got home from watching this one actually. I don't want to give any spoilers, so I will simply say; this movie has no right to be as good as it is. 4/5