#damn i wrote you a whole novel here

[rowonlgc]

with a little help of one park hyukjae, minjun gave him specific directions whenever items arrived for his friend. when it was all perfectly set, he asked hyuk to deliver a box to rowon’s door exactly that saturday morning. he wanted it to be the first thing the older male would see before leaving for his schedule that morning. 

inside said box, there was an old camera, a camcorder, and probably at least 100 polaroid pictures. it was evident they captured minjun during the past year, through different stages of his training period, but also landscapes, buildings, and random moments of the two of them together; they were in short amount, much for minjun’s displease, but still present (like the day rowon visited the last swimming competition minjun swum, their late night gatherings at a random convenience store and of course, this year’s famcon.

when rowon would turn the camera, he’d find more pictures, this time more recent, from every place minjun traveled with versus during that past month. there were about 90 pictures there, from minjun sleeping form to him practicing, and the many places he visited. the last picture was of a note, written in minjun’s handwriting.

“hi wonie hyung,

i should be there with you today but since i couldn’t, i wanted you to know that through all those days i’ve kept you in my thoughts. every place, every memory, every smile, i wanted to share with you, so i took those pictures as a way of showing you a little bit of the world through my eyes. i miss you mostly.

i cannot wait to see you and hug you again.

happy birthday,

junnie”

with the camcorder, however, it’s something different. the videos were all recorded through months, they are short, recorded inside the dorms, late at night. on them, minjun directs his words to rowon, telling him about his day and how much he wished they were still living closer. his last video is from a snowy city, the view from the hotel is in front of him but minjun keeps talking in a low tone, close to the camera:

“when you get to this video, i want you to close your eyes and imagine me there with you. there’s not one single day i don’t think about being this close to you. we will make it happen, i promise you hyung. one day it’ll be us together recording all those memories. don’t let go of my hand, ok?

love,

junnie”

last but not least, minjun decided to add one of his drawings as a gift. he knew rowon liked it when he drew and this time he hoped he would enjoy that as well. because it wasn’t only one drawing, but his latest sketchbook. inside, rowon would find drawings of the many places minjun traveled - los angeles, osaka and even seoul. every landscape was portrayed through the eyes of not only one person, but two - the silhouette of a couple holding hands during sundown in la, the same couple under the snow falling with the namsan tower in the background. drawings of a ferris wheel, the rooftop of a building, a collection of hoodies, and last but not least, a birthday cake, they were all there for him.

“you deserve the world and one day we’ll be exploring it together. i can’t wait to wish you a happy birthday in person. i miss you ♥

love,

rowon’s junnie”

🍰

there’s a particular gleam in rowon’s eye, one that reads go away. he doesn’t mean any ill intent towards the delivery boy, but he’s no longer interested in idle chit-chat — at least, not after finding out that this box is from minjun. so after sending hyuk off with a gracious tip of leftover swiss rolls, rowon carries the box to his room and sets it on his desk. for some time, he stares at it. the package is light in weight, and knowing minjun’s love of the arts, it’s likely more drawings. his heart sinks to his stomach. he has always adored minjun’s artwork. in every stroke and with every choice of color, minjun has somehow managed to capture the simplicity of a shared dream. it’s a wish from the artist to the muse.

a part of him doesn’t want to open it. a part of him doesn’t want to see what minjun has wished for them, because then — because then, rowon would want it too. he’d want it too much, and it would hurt, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to have it. not yet, at least.

he decides, after a good half-hour, to bite the bullet.

it bites back.

tens of polaroids are strewn along his desk, showcasing distant memories and moments he hasn’t been privy to until now. he keeps the few of them together closest to him, the faintest smile riding his lips as he recalls the famcon one in particular. it was taken just minutes before they fought over something that, in hindsight, was spectacularly stupid. but rowon didn’t regret it; he said exactly what he wanted to say, though admittedly through convoluted phrasing and a bitter tongue. it’s yours. i gave it to you. and it hurts me that you were able to let go of it so easily. as if he wasn’t talking about a dumb hoodie.

he picks up the old camera next, brow furrowing as he fiddles with the buttons. it’s been a while since he’s held one of these, but he likes the vintage charm of it. without much thought, he raises it to the window and snaps a picture of the framed illustration that minjun had drawn for him last valentine’s. it remains the only flower he has cared to keep alive. he picks up his phone to take a picture of the picture but stops abruptly. 1/91. he flicks through, and with each passing photo, he feels his chest getting tighter and tighter until he lands on the note.

i miss you mostly.

rowon shoves the camera back into the box as if it’s made of poison. his eyes flicker across the polaroids. the hole in his chest grows. he gathers them all up and hides them in a drawer. then he sits there, in complete silence, steadying what’s left of a last breath. he wants to be happy about this. it’s evident that minjun had put a year’s worth of thought into his gift, and yet — rowon can’t bring himself to feel that same spark of joy he had when minjun gave him the bracelet. perhaps if this were a different circumstance, a different time, a time before minjun debuted when they had every day together, perhaps then, he’d be happy. but in this moment, on this day, all he knows is this deep feeling of longing. of yearning. of missing. it’s been eating him alive for weeks now, and he doesn’t know what to do, how to handle it, he just —

misses him.

so fucking much.

his patience fails him once again. he reaches for the camcorder, figuring it bears a similar surprise to the camera. for the first time, he wishes he weren’t right. all he can do is watch as the clips roll. minjun’s soft voice fills the emptiness in his room. he tells rowon of his day, everything he did, what they could do together, one day. some day. when? rowon wants to ask. when can we?

he should’ve asked minjun to be his, back mid-december.

the last of the gifts is a sketchbook. it’s the first item he’d noticed but chose to ignore out of fear that he wouldn’t be able to get through the rest. but he can’t put it off for too long; he knows, of everything here, this is minjun’s true gift. he takes his time with this one, his fingers faintly tracing each illustration, pausing occasionally over the silhouettes. as much as it hurts, it brings that small smile back. he’s never been to los angeles, or osaka. perhaps he should put that on their itinerary, right under sydney, australia, his hometown.

when he gets to the final note, he reads it, and he reads it again. rowon’s junnie. his thumb grazes over the nickname. and he realizes then that he has it all wrong. he didn’t need to ask.

minjun is already his.

[retroellie]

Dating Spencer Reid

Summary: What dating spencer Reid is like

A/N: I wrote this super-fast because I know I haven't really been active... so I wanted to write something quick for y'all! I miss y'all and I hope y'all enjoy!

Warnings: Some NSFW moments

Word count: 1.5K

-Spencer grew up on Victorian romance novels and old valentines' poems, so he was quite the hopeless romantic

-When Spencer wasn't solving theories and getting PHDs, he was dreaming of a beautiful romance. Basically, what I'm trying to say is that he isn't the most confident boyfriend, but he makes up for it in his own way!

-Y'alls first date was something straight out of a movie! I mean it was a bouquet of flowers, an expensive dinner followed by a movie theater that played only old 50's films.

-It was the kind of date that had you falling in love with him first thing, knowing that this boy was the person you see yourself coming home to every night.

-After the date, Spencer offered you his jacket and walked you home. It was a chilly night, the streets lit up from the moonlight. He rambled on and on about the movie, but you couldn't even focus on what he was saying because you were too distracted by him.

-What you fell more in love with was the fact he didn't expect you to even kiss him!

-He was more than okay to say your "goodbyes" and "see you later" than leave.... but you gave him a soft peck before heading into your apartment. Even throughout the darkness you could see his blush.

-Anyways, that date led to a beautiful love story between y'all

-Spencer was a romantic even in the littlest of ways, like sending flowers to your work randomly or leaving you small poems in your fridge before he leaves so it feels as though he never really leaves.

-Spencer would always make sure to call you every night when he was away for work... I mean EVERY night.

-"Spencer honey it's 3am here..."

-"I know! But I just wanted to call you, should I call back in the morning?"

-"No, I'm already up and well I miss hearing your voice anyways." You laughed softly.

-The start of your relationship was so innocent, there was no sex or jealousy... it was just so simple and romantic

-There was lots of making out though, something that surprisingly Spencer was the one to initiate every time.

-There were just lots of times when you two would be discussing a book that Spencer probably recommended to you, then all of a sudden, his tongue would be down your throat.

-He was getting used to hugs and the touching, but kissing was something that felt so natural when he did it with you.

-Speaking of books! He had a list of books he recommended to you, like books that you never thought you'd read but you're glad you did yk?

-You would finish a book in one sitting and call him immediately to talk about it

-In turn though, you would bring him into the modern era and show him newer movies and music. Most of the stuff he did not like, but he pretended to like it to be nice.

-The first couple of months of your relationship, the team had no idea you existed. They started to notice spencer being in a lot better mood, but nothing too alarming.

-However, Derek Morgan is a lady killer... so he caught on a lot faster than the others.

-Like one time, the whole team was going out for drinks and Spencer said he had plans... Derek caught him in a lie real fast

-"So, who's the lucky lady?"

-"What?"

-"Pretty boy...I don't need to be a profiler to figure out why your suddenly so "busy.""

-Because of Morgan prying, Spencer decided to invite you out with the team one night.

-The team was all pretty nice, but very confused on why someone like you would want someone like spencer?? You two were completely different from each other... like night and day damn near

-Besides your differences, the team fell in love with you probably harder than Spencer did. I mean Penelope basically adopted you by the end of the night... she did however do her background checking before meeting you, but we don't gotta talk about that.

-The meeting of the team made the relationship real, like now you had become a part of their small family, and they trusted you enough to take care of spencer

-Spencer also felt this was a huge step, like now that his family accepted you, he was going to spend the rest of his life with you

-Spencer would always bring you up when he got the chance now, putting a framed picture of you and him on his desk just so people would ask about you.

-"Oh, who's this?" Someone would ask.

-"That's my girlfriend, Y/N. We've been dating for 11 months, 2 weeks, and 4 days. She's a (profession) and she smells like lavender."

-Like girl, all they asked was who you were... not every detail of your existence.

-But now that you guys are now officially dating, and everyone knows it... there's some newfound jealousy

-Spencer knew that you were attractive, but sometimes he forgets that you are also attractive to others as well

-Sometimes when you come into the FBI office, he sees other men staring you down... probably wondering how a nerdy boy like him could get someone like you.

-Spencer getting jealous is quiet and polite. He doesn't get angry or upset, we all know he does not do good with emotions. So, he'll just keep his distance from you, accepting the fact that you could leave him at any moment and not wanting to feel the effects of it.

-He will go silent for days if you didn't ask him about it, not even sure what he was feeling but knew he didn't like it.

-"Just didn't like how he was looking at you... made me feel weird."

-"You're jealous?"

-"I guess... I don't know."

-You just laughed it off, telling him how you would never choose anyone over him even if there was a gun to your head.

-Spencer also remembers everything about everything so... he picks up on your favorite things and your little quirks, plus he never forgets an anniversary!

-Derek bullies the shit out of him, like omfg

-he'll always call you his mommy and make kissing sounds when you call him, loud enough for the entire office to hear.

-"Muah muah muah... Oh Y/N!!" Derek yells, making sure you heard him.

-"So let me guess... Dereks with you?"

-"How'd you know?"

-He actually doesn't use too many pet names, but you definitely do lmao. His name is literally "Spenice poo <3" on your phone.

-Eventually, Spencer asks you to move in with him and omfg!!! You are so excited, like jumping up and down excitedly.

-I feel like spencer would be so domestic too omfg

-He would play music while cleaning the house, but it would all be like Mozart and classical music. You would always grab him by the waist and start dancing with him, you both looked so stupid but at least it was together.

-He would ramble to you all the time and you were probably the only person in the world that would let him, honestly you enjoyed it too.

-Like you had just gotten out of the shower, Spencer barged in and started talking about a case. He sat on the toilet seat while you did your skin care, just rambling on and on about how sick this person was.

-Yours and Spencer's different aesthetics clashed a lot in the house, like Spencer's apartment was slowly being taken over by you and your stuff... but he didn't mind.

-Since you guys have decided to take your relationship to another big step... Spencer decided he wanted you to pop his cherry.

-Spencer wasn't too experienced and he's never really had sex before. He's done stuff with someone, but never the actual act of it.

-He wanted to do it way before, but he thought it would complicate everything and honestly, he wasn't completely ready for it yet.

-You made sure it was the perfect night, you had it planned out. You took him on a picnic, watching the sunset as you loosened him up a little bit, making sure he was comfortable before setting yourself down on his lap.

-You were so soft with him; I mean you were afraid you might break him. He had to beg for you at one point because you weren't going fast enough.

-The next morning, he had to go into work, something about him was different... his confidence boosted a bit. Derek could sense it from a mile away, making sure Spencer knew that he knew.

-The popping of his cherry had created something inside spencer, he found his favorite thing to do, and he wanted it at all times

-You obviously were glad to give him whatever his little heart desired, so you let him fuck you anytime he wanted. Sometimes it even got a little filthy... something you would have never guessed about spencer.

-My bad I got sidetracked... but spencer was also way touchier with you

-Spencer was never really touchy in public, but now it's all he ever did. If you were in the room with him, then his attention would be completely on you.

-He really just felt so safe with you, knowing that you gave him not only your body but also your mind... he just wanted you, period. 

[crackedhrglass]

i'm giving my twt a break from discourse so i'm putting it here: people who are like "UMMMM what does stan have to do w billford????" are either acting deliberately dense bc they hate stancest or they have zero media literacy lol.

ford fucked a dude that canonically parallels his twin brother. THAT'S what stan has to do w billford. and again, i say "canonically" bc it's obvious that their parallels were DELIBERATE. this isn't a case of just like, looking too deeply into things or w/e. the "same coin" theory exists for a reason, and although i don't personally believe in it, it's one of the most popular theories in the entire fandom specifically BECAUSE of stan & bill's blatant similarities.

i already wrote a whole damn novel about it, so i won't repeat myself too much, but i'll just say that believing with your whole chest that stan had NOTHING to do with ford & bill's partnership is actually insane lol.

ford subconsciously missing his brother and projecting his desire to reconcile with him onto bill, as well as bill PURPOSELY stealing stan's childhood nickname for him ("sixer") and copying many of his mannerisms in order to more easily manipulate ford are literally the foundation on which their relationship was built. stan's influence is present in their VERY FIRST MEETING when bill calls ford "sixer." c'mon now. even if you don't ship stancest, the link between stan & billford is undeniable.

[ceilidho]

Do you struggle with “damn… this is such a sucky thing” when you write? And If you do…. Do you have any tricks or advice for someone struggling with self loathing?

yes constantly!! y'all don't see if because i keep that off my blog most of the time. but im constantly tearing myself to shreds because i don't like the way i wrote something or i don't think i'm skilled enough to write for a genre or i just think i didn't meet my lofty aspirations. in my opinion, that's an inherent part of being an artist for most people.

it also depends where you're at in your "writing career" or whatever you want to call it. if you're new, the biggest thing to just make peace with is that sometimes your shit does suck and that's okay. the most important things to focus on are: cultivating the discipline to write (which is insanely hard in and of itself), actually finishing your projects, and enjoying the process (which tbh i slip in and out of - that ALSO takes immense discipline).

whether or not they're actually good is kind of an after thought because you can continue to improve throughout your life and you can always edit your work later. i constantly finish fics and then reread them and go "fuck i could've done x, y, and z and this would've been so much better" but that's just part of life.

i have a bunch of contradictory advice here so use the one that works best for you:

write a lot of short things that help you get in the groove of writing (1000 words or less - tumblr posts are great for this)

write your shitty first draft of anything (novel, novella, AO3 one-shot, etc) and do all the editing AFTER it's done. because the first draft is always going to suck but at least it'll be DONE.

OR...don't edit at all but just post your fic chapter by chapter and completely ignore the impulse to fix it if your intention is to get comfortable with people actually reading your fics.

get a journal specifically for writing and use it for the following: writing short poems, sentences, words you like + definitions, copy + paste quotes from authors you admire, half-baked ideas, novel outlines that you never write, whole scenes, etc). i have dozens of journals like this.

also i think it's super relevant to note that you as the author will always be more critical than anyone else (apart from a couple weird assholes - i had someone once compare me to colleen hoover in a derogatory way (never read the bitch) and like cmon.....). it's very hard to create and let total strangers read your work.

but it's also extremely rewarding and cathartic! any pain i've gone through in the last 2 decades (i've been writing since i was a little kid) is nothing compared to the joy i've received from having people read my fics and like them.

[scoops404]

Scoops' Fics of 2024

It's that time of year again! The time for me to rank my own fics for the last year in order from my least favorite to most favorite. I only considered fics I wrote entirely myself, so you won't see an honest living in here because that was almost 50/50 written with Dizzy! (but you should definitely go check it out!)

This year I only had two novel length fics because I was supposed to be focusing on original work (oops). I had a heck of a summer with my bingo fills. There's definitely recency bias at play here, but that's just how it goes sometimes. Let me know if you agree/disagree :D

See the Elephant - T - this one was written for a fic fest that ended up getting canceled because of the grituation. I had already written the entire thing and it had to be T because the artists were going to post their work. If I had known it would be canceled, I would have had them doing the freaknasty. This was after I had already planned out and written a fic before new boundaries dropped in November (see Circling Back). Basically, this fic fest was never meant to be, I suppose. I was starting to think I was a curse. Oh, but the fic itself is a soulmate AU and kinda angsty and has a hospital scene. 0 horse mentions.

Merry Men Making Merry - T - This was written for Fairy Tales from the SMP - the first and only successful fanfiction event I've completed all the way through (it's never me dropping out btw, it's always the event getting canceled). Anyway I got my first choice of fairy tale, which was Robin Hood, and I put a fun spin on it. The art with this fic was gorgeous!! A very different type of fic for me and it stretched some writing muscles I didn't know I had. Secret identity and identity reveal, some of my favorite tropes. 4 horse mentions.

Move to Florida, buy the car you want - E - the first of my bingo fics. It turns out I am bad at being brief. Anyway, DNF get together and semi-roadhead and I dunno, it's cute. I wrote most of this fic free hand in my note book at my work desk because fuck capitalism. I just checked, the prompt was "late night care rides" which checks out. 0 horse mentions

Someone told me there's no such thing as bad thoughts (croptop) - E - this is the one from the middle of June about crop tops that was also written for bingo. I dunno. It's cute enough. 0 horse mentions.

Everyone understands why it’s mean to be (a/b/o phone call) - T - this one is funny because I didn't even bother saying what the prompt was in the author's notes, but I think it was a/b/o. This one was fun to write because it was basically a nod to the 2021 fandom and where we were, and where DNF were -- waiting on that damn visa. Like going back in time and writing a fic. 1 horse mention.

Can I Use You Up - E - I really had fun writing this one. It has fun Dreateam dynamics and then a really intense sex scene and the dichotomy of both of those things in one fic -- and short (for me), at that! impressive. 0 horse mentions.

Circling Back - E - this fic is fun and wild. I got to write co-workers to lovers that is also hidden/secret identity -- and it works! WILD! I re-read this one recently and it stands up. This was originally written for that first fic fest i was talking about and when they changed it for the new boundaries for art, I couldn't have any smut and the whole plot kind of hinged around the smut, so... I decided to just write it as it is. ALSO this is the first fic that Chelsey beta'd, I think. So that's fun! And it was the first fic of the year (not counting Hits Different which wrapped up in January). 0 horse mentions.

Just to do experiments on - E - Yall, if you had told me that I would write tentacle porn, I would have laughed at you. Extra has been trying to get me to write tentacles for YEARS and then it came up on my bingo card and I felt like I finally had to bite the bullet and do it. Except, I actually really love how it turned out? This bingo prompt was tentacles, obviously, but also cursed by a witch. A twofer, if you will. 0 horse mentions.

Let Me Familiarize You - E - here's some Scoops lore. I wrote this fic in two sitting and it is 13K, so that's wild!!! It took me two days in the time after my surgery but before I could go back to work to write this (in between writing the beginnings of Two Fools and another story that I haven't and won't publish lol). Anyway, it's about witch!George accidentally making Patches his familiar and then coming clean to Dream and also his mom is there. And then literally that same day, George dropped a video with his mom. Crazy pants. (or maybe it was the day before when this was all written? Can't remember. Also I was on pain pills). I really like how it turned out. It's a fun premise! 0 horse mentions.

Puzzle pieces in the dead of night - T - another bingo fic, the prompt was pirates. Anyway, I had a BLAST writing this one. Secret identity, kidnapping, munchy mc dynamics, I really like writing action adventurey fics and this one feel right into that category. A fun read, in my opinion. 0 horse mentions.

I’m Having His Baby (No, I’m Not) - E - a bingo fic, the prompt was "mpreg, but abortion" because the person who made the boards *ahem* doesn't like pregnancy stuff and wanted to punish me (lightheartedly lol). Anyway, joke is on her, because I made this into an epic story and I had so much fun writing it. Like, laughing out loud to myself while writing it, which is kinda sad, but is also the point of fanfiction. You have to entertain yourself first and foremost. And also I snuck eventual mpreg in there anyway so haha! for real, though, if you think the premise of this one is weird -- Dream and George accompany Sapnap on a roadtrip to Colorado to get his abortion -- you should try it out anyway. 1 horse mention, and arguably the one that brought it to our good anon's attention.

Anagnorisis - E - speaking of mpreg, LMAOOOOOO. My "I didn't know I was pregnant" AU with Angst and miscommunication and domesticity and last minute flights to London and a baby named after the lead singer of Glass Animals. This fic has a lot! I wrote a lot about the beginning of this fic on Tumblr and kind of how I begin writing fics. Here Anyway, pretty proud of this fic. I had to ask my mom a lot of questions about NICU. 3 horse mentions.

I Am Two Fools - E - every year the last novel length fic of the year seems to be in the top spot. No Exception this year. This fic was very tough to write, but very rewarding. I think it taught me a lot about making sure character motivations are fleshed out and make sense. It, and Anagnorisis, taught me about trusting the reader and dropping hints at things. Yall got So Good at catching hints and making molehills out of anthills, as intended. I took a chance and switched up POV halfway through, which is almost never do. And I think that really helped me stretch my writing muscles as well as all the bingo fics. Very proud of the work I did on this fic. 0 horse mentions.

[t00tsmcgee]

Rook as a Companion Banter Episode One: Neve

Not sure how many of these I will do but I wrote a BUNCH of banter with every companion for my own writing challenge so y'all are just gonna have to bear with me or block the tag 'Rook companion banter'

Part 1 (Neve)| Part 2 (Bellara) | Part 3 (Davrin) | Part 4 (Harding) | Part 5 (Taash) | Part 6 (Emmrich) | Part 7 (Lucanis)

Little backstory for this character. His name is Calais Ingellvar, he's a Mournwatcher, and is referred to as a spirit guide, granted the power of a spirit of Mercy who saved him when he was just a baby, before he was found by Vorgoth in the Necropolis.

Cal has the ability to reach into the veil and speak with spirits as if they're standing right there, without them manifesting. He's also a very talented healer due to his empathetic abilities. His left leg was severely injured in the same attack that prompted the spirit of Mercy to save him as an infant, and the injury never healed right. He walks with a cane/staff to help him get around better. He has two pet rats, and is romantically interested in Lucanis.

If you want more details, he has a whole post to himself here!

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Calais: “Neve, how about a game?” Neve: “A game? What sort of game?” Calais: “Two truths and a lie. I tell you three things and you have to pick out which is the lie. I played it with Vorgoth all the time.” Neve: “Alright, should be fun.” Calais: “You should be good at this, by all accounts. Being a detective and all.” Neve: “We’ll see if you’re good at lying or not.” Calais: “Oh no, I’m awful. Vorgoth used to beat me at it all the time.”

Neve: “I once solved a case involving a dowager, a dog and a drug dealer.” Calais: “Sure.” Neve: “I only ever eat fried fish.” Calais: “Problematic, but continue.” Neve: *light chuckle* “I like reading historic novels.” Calais: “Ohh, I don’t know. The first one is true?” Neve: “It is.” Calais: “I haven’t seen you read any novels since we got to the Lighthouse.. but I’ve also not seen you eat anything other than fried fish.” Neve: “So which will it be?” Calais: “I’m going with the fish one isn’t true. At least I hope it’s not.” Neve: “You got it. I also eat vegetables. Sometimes.” Calais: “Well, thank the maker for that.”

Neve: “I like to play chess.” Calais: “Oh are we playing again? Hit me.” Neve: “I once staked out a case for a full two weeks.” Calais: “Right.” Neve: “Maybe I don’t hate that Lucanis is introducing me to a richer and more varied diet.” Calais: “Honestly, me too. He is a very good cook.” Neve: “He is.” Calais: “I say the stake out is fake.” Neve: “Right again. I must not be very good at lying.” Calais: “This one was easy. I’ve seen you play chess with yourself and others. And I see you gorging on Lucanis’ food every day.” Neve: “What can I say? It’s good.” Calais: “It is.”

Calais: “I have a spirit grandma.” Neve: *laughing* “What?” Calais: “My father is some kind of eldritch creature potentially thousands of years old.” Neve: “I think I see what’s happening.” Calais: “I once spoke to Andraste herself in a dream.” Neve: “Ohh, this one is hard! I don’t know. The second one is true for sure. The first one could very well be true… but the third one happened to me as well. Hmm..I’m going to go with the first one isn’t true.” Calais: “Is that your final answer?” Neve: “Well that doesn’t bode well. Is the first one true?!” Calais: “Yes it is. Her name is Nana.” Neve: “And the dream of Andraste?” Calais: “It wasn’t a dream. I accidentally took some of Myrna’s special incense and burned a little too much of it. It was.. enlightening.” Neve: “Damn, got me on a technicality!”

Neve: “So what did Andraste say to you? When you burned Myrna’s incense?” Calais: *laughing* “It wasn’t anything interesting, I assure you.” Neve: “Well, I asked, didn’t I?” Calais: “You did. Very well, if you must know, she told me about the dangers of not washing behind your ears before she morphed into a giant mushroom.” Neve: *Snort* “Did she really?” Calais: “She made a very pretty mushroom.” Calais: “I killed a man in cold blood.” Neve: “Confessing your crimes in front of a detective?” Calais: “I grew up lonely and ostracized because I’m weird and don’t fit.” Neve: “Cal..” Calais: “I don’t hate myself for the simple fact I can’t keep up.” Neve: “Let’s not do this.” Calais: “Depression’s one hell of a thing.” Neve: “Now that one I know is true.”

Calais: “Did you eat my chocolate raisins?” Neve: “Oh, those were yours? Sorry.” Calais: “It’s alright. I took some of your anise flavoured treats instead.” Neve: “I thought some were missing. I guess we’re even then.” Calais: “I also took some fish for my rats.” Neve: “Well I knew about that one from the smell.” Calais: *chuckle* “Can’t keep anything hidden from our detective it seems.”

[waltricia]

Happy Polin Day!! 💛 I accidentally wrote an essay about the lighting in this two second clip. I guess I found my Roman Empire.

Nicola said in an interview that the theme of the first season was passion, the second was longing, and the third is romance, and I fully agree and believe her because everything about this clip SCREAMS romance.

As perfect as they are, I have to put aside costume, hair, and makeup, and just praise the lighting right now bc it really deserves to be discussed.

Anyone who has ever read a romance novel knows that when the leading man looks at the leading lady ~lustily~, his expression darkens and he has a devilish glint in his eye, while she has a soft, open expression and stars in her eyes. That is EXACTLY what they achieved by angling a single soft fill light on Luke from below, while having him kinda backlit/ side lit by the key light (the moonlight), and angling that harder accent light on Nicola from above and back, while having the full key light on her from the front.

In classic horror cinematography, characters are lit from below because it casts sinister shadows on their faces. Hell scenes often have characters lit by fire from below (because obviously). This kind of lighting is also great for portraying lust (see Kanthony in the library, season 2 ep 4, both scenes). Lustiness and the devil go hand in hand (because religion lol), and that’s why this slightly sinister lighting looks so good here.

Colin is every bit the romantic hero, and the way the lighting portrays that is subtle, but intentional. His eyes are shadowed and he has that glint. No doubt he’s about to do something bold and scandalous. Just the way Colin is approaching Pen pretty clearly indicates his intentions, but I really like that you can also derive those intentions from the lighting because it evokes such freakin classic romantic imagery.

And in the same perfectly subtle way, she is also classically lit, but representing the other side of the coin. As he’s lit from hell, she’s lit from heaven. The yellow (😉) light on her has an angelic effect. It’s also a soft spotlight, like how they would light Old Hollywood starlets.

When you combine that light with the key light (the moonlight) that fills her face and makes her eyes sparkle, you really see her, and she is meant to be worshipped. That’s what Colin is seeing. And, obviously, being seen terrifies our wallflower. Which just adds another layer to the significance of Colin’s lighting because not only does the lighting tell us what’s he’s about to do (😘), it also makes sense to have him in the devilish lighting because she’s scared. But it’s the good kind of scary of course.

And what’s so god damn beautiful about the whole thing, is that the opposition that I’m seeing between the lighting of Colin and Pen in this moment exists so harmoniously with the equivalence that I also see between the characters. The feeling of connection between them is stronger than it’s ever been. And I’m guessing she’s literally on some kind of platform, like a doorstep or something, because their lines of sight are more level with each other. So the contrast between Colin and Pen itself contrasts with the closeness between them.

I just love how wonderfully complex that is. I am so impressed.

And that’s just the lighting y’all.

THAT’S JUST THE LIGHTING

💡🤯👏🙌😍🐝🌼🪞💛🩵💚✨

[ekanatsume]

Keeping these here bc istg finding doksoo people is like seeing kdj not sacrificing himself

I dont really ship ship them but like the potential they have as a couple i-

If youre a doksoo person, please lemme know bc like i can n o t for the love of god find people who ship them. I just wanna cry about them like 😭🙏

[ID: Tiktok screenshots of Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint fanart of Han Sooyoung and Kim Dokja overlaid with captions about their relationship. The art featured is by more than one artist, but predominantly by BlackBox. The captions read:

1. han sooyoung once said "me, waiting for someone for decades and decades... you think such a thing is even possible? you crazy fool,"

and then we are told about her endless waiting in kaizenix arc, and how she was fighting her best to stay awake for 13 years in the epilogue, for one person, for someone she thought she never waited for, and then it was revealed that she, again, waited for 4 years for certain someone to wake up from his sleep. she diligently visited him every day during his time in the hospital, making sure he's still alive and well even though his soul has scattered away.

2. orv ebook spoiler?

during kaizenix arc kim dokja wrote a love letter to han sooyoung where he told her "write a'story that's for me andme "alone." little did he know that han sooyoung Would do anything, LITERALLY anything to write a story for him alone. why aren't you by her side when she writes a story for you?

3. kaizenix arc shows how much kim dokja means to han sooyoung. she spent 50 years, literally a lifetime, waiting for him. she hold onto the promise kdj told her, where he said he would find her as soon as possible before they got thrown to kaizenix.

she fought her hardest not to forget him. fighting for 50 years, ALONE. for 50 years, she believed kdj would save her. and she believed kdj would one day read her book to save her. and she never blamed kdj for the 50 years she spent. God. it's a pity we don't talk enough about her struggle in kaizenix.

4. This has to be one of the saddest passages in the entire novel.

I will never shut up about doksoo and their captivating interactions. and how astoundingly excellent Sing Shong's writing is: the emotions, permeated the text, and picturing that particular moment visually came with it naturally.

I was moved to tears by her assumption that it was her fault that he started crying and her quick actions to comfort him because she didn't want to keep seeing him cry

Not to mention how Kim Dokja expressed his emotions, which is as uncommon as him not sacrificing his life for KimCom.

All he wanted was some reassurance; to be told, that he's done the best he could the whole time through

Hsy mghtve comforted him for the wrong reasons, but that completed the job nevertheless.

5. when you realize kim dokja's ■■ is "epilogue" and "eternity" while han sooyoung's ■■ is "neverending story". and towards the end we find out about hsy making a promise to kdj that she will write the epilogue, a story, for kdj until the end of time, for eternity, if that's the only way she could save him…

6. how did you read orv epilogue and think han sooyoung and kim dokja are platonic bc i genuinely thought they were canon after hsy's sacrifices for 13 years, and kdj openly saying he loves her story more than anyone else.

orv theme is basically your story = you

7. the fact that kim dokja had actually fulfilled his promise to read han Sooyoung's "boring" novel that has over 3000 chapters even before they both made promise with each other.. he kept his promise for over than 13 years, without both realizing that fact until hsy regained her memories as tls123, and kdj as od.

8. han sooyoung had seen kim dokja's life at its lowest when she first saw him almost lifeless at the hospital she held his hand, feeling the warmth of the hands that had given up of his life, and she cried. and the first thing. she thought of was how to save him. in mere minutes she decided to damn the whole world for him to live and survive she would never let kim dokja to be in that state ever again, not when she is there for him.

9. the whole twsa is a love letter from han sooyoung to kim dokja. she told him to never give up (ch533), encouraged him to find companions (ch75). described so many disgusting foods as delicious so that he could eat them with ease, and not to mention the whole reason why twsa existed was for him to have a reason to live and survive for another day. she wrote all of this for 13 years, so that he could live BEFORE and AFTER apocalypse. she saved him before anyone else could do it. her love is eternal. End ID]

Thenks to @princess-of-purple-prose I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO ALT TEXT AAAAAA. Thenks for doing this ^^

[fiveht]

Disarm: a tiny bonus

I wrote these texts between Sirius and James and I couldn't make them fit in the main story, but I love their friendship so much, so I decided to just post them here.

These conversations are occurring on December 17th, which means they contain spoilers for everything that happens on the 16th. So if that matters to you, I recommend you read chapter 4 of Disarm You With a Smile first (link in my pinned post).

James: So tell me

James: Was there face sitting?

Me: actually no

Me: but he did spend like half an hour with his face in my ass

James: Damn, daddy

Me: okay you have to stop calling him that

James: But it suits him so well

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James: Oh did he like the stockings?

Me: yeah you were right

Me: he kept them on while he fucked me

James: Thats fuckin hot

James: I knew it

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James: Ok I have to know

James: Is he hung?

James: He's got that tall lanky physique

James: And he's kinda quiet and humble

James: Those guys always have fuckin horsecocks

Me: well

Me: it's a stereotype for a reason i guess?

James: How big

James: Give me a reference 

James: Paint me a picture

Me: no

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James: What position

Me: excuse me?

James: What position did he fuck u in

Me: jamie what are these questions

Me: do you need to get laid or something?

James: Always

James: But I'm just happy for u

James: Also ur life turned into a literal porno overnight 

James: I'm invested

Me: god we have such a weird friendship

Me: started on my stomach, then he pulled me up on my knees

Me: but he held my face down on the bed

James: NICE

Me: then he said he wanted to see me

Me: so he turned me over on my back

Me: and like held one of my legs up and sort of bent me in half

James: Fuuuuuuck

James: Daddy's putting the rest of us to shame

Me: he is not your daddy

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Me: he asked me to spend christmas at his place

Me: he said he has the house to himself for 12 days

Me: and he wants me to stay with him

James: Well shit that sounds serious

Me: does it?

Me: maybe he just wants to get laid without driving across town

James: He could use Grindr for that

James: He wants to spend xmas with u 😍

Me: he wants to spend christmas with me… 

Me: 🤯

James: Now it's like a porno crossed with a fairy tale

James: I guess that's just a romance novel

Me: he did more or less rip the panties off me last night

Me: that was pretty romance novel-y

James: Jesus of course he did

James: When did u start wearing panties?

Me: just for daddy 😉

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James: So 4 orgasms huh

James: This was a marathon

Me: the first one was pretty easy

Me: i hadn't cum for 9 days

James: WHAT

James: How

Me: he asked me not to 😜

James: Oh damn

James: So daddy's into some kinky shit

Me: i think he likes telling me what to do

Me: and i think i like doing what he says

James: God ur like having this whole awakening

James: It's beautiful

James: Ur blossoming like a flower

Me: oh god

Me: stop

James: I'm so proud of u ❤️

[olis-inkwell-symposium]

Unapologetically Messy: The Process Behind a Creative Mind

Some words of encourage I had to write out during my lunch break at work today; for my fellow writers 🫶🏾

Let’s not pretend that writing is some serene, candle-lit experience where the words just flow effortlessly. It’s not. Writing is messy.

Frustrating at the very best times. To continue with more: chaotic, it’s unpredictable, and if we’re being honest, mine is mostly fueled by insomnia and last-minute panic.

Forget the cheesy Instagram-worthy images of perfect notebooks and tranquil mornings with a laptop by the window—that’s the fantasy.

The reality is far more complex and unapologetically messy.

Creativity Doesn’t Follow Rules

We like to think there’s a formula for creativity. Sit down at a certain time, write for a certain number of hours, and voilà, you’ve got yourself a novel. But creativity doesn’t follow rules, and it definitely doesn’t give a damn about your carefully planned schedule.

One of the most freeing realizations for any creative is understanding that the process isn’t supposed to be linear. It’s not a straight path from point A to point B. It’s more like a series of tangled threads, with detours, dead ends, and plenty of wrong turns. And that’s okay. In fact, that’s where the real magic happens.

The best ideas often come when you least expect them—during a 3 a.m. insomnia-fueled brainstorming session, or while you’re out doing something completely unrelated to writing.

You can’t force creativity into a neat little box. It’s messy by nature, and the more you lean into that, the more you’ll realize that the chaos is part of what makes it all work.

The Ugly Side of Writing

Let’s talk about the ugly parts of writing that no one likes to admit. The moments when you reread your draft and wonder who the hell wrote it because it sure doesn’t sound like the brilliant idea you had in your head.

Or the days when you spend hours editing a single paragraph, only to decide it’s still not good enough. Writing is hard—and sometimes it feels downright impossible…

But those ugly moments? They’re part of the process. No writer escapes them.

We all have drafts that make us cringe, scenes that feel flat, or characters who refuse to behave the way we envisioned them. The key is to keep going, even when it feels like everything is falling apart.

You don’t get to the good stuff without wading through the muck first. The messy, imperfect draft is the foundation on which you’ll build something better.

So, embrace it. Embrace the chaos, the frustration, and the uncertainty, because that’s what writing is really about—working through the mess to find the magic on the other side.

The Pressure of Perfectionism

Perfectionism is my unique creativity killer. It’s that voice in your head that says, “This isn’t good enough,” or “You’ll never get this right.” My personal favorite that I repeat to myself all the time, “Who’s gonna even care enough to read all of this?”

It’s the reason so many writers stare at the blank page for hours, paralyzed by the fear of writing something that isn’t perfect. One of the things that sabotages me to this day, I’d rather write these words of encouragement vs. tackling my wips… But here’s the truth: your first draft doesn’t have to be perfect. It will never be perfect! I had to learn to just let my ideas pour out of me in whatever fashion necessary.

Taking a break and coming back to read it over again it’s easier for me to refine and organize my ideas into one cohesive plot.

The whole point of a first draft is to get the ideas down, to lay the groundwork. It’s going to be messy. It’s going to have plot holes, awkward sentences, and scenes that don’t quite work. That’s normal. That’s what a first draft is supposed to be.

The real work happens in the revision process, when you can take that messy draft and start shaping it into something better. But you can’t revise a blank page. You have to be willing to let yourself write badly, to make mistakes, and to trust that the process will lead you to where you need to go.

Finding Your Flow in the Chaos

For a lot of writers, for me personally anyway, there’s this constant push and pull between wanting structure and needing freedom.

We want the discipline to sit down and write every day, but we also crave the space to let our ideas flow naturally. Finding a balance between the two is tricky, and honestly, it’s different for everyone.

Some days, structure is what saves you. You sit down at the same time, with the same routine, and it works.

Other days, you need to follow the chaos, write when the mood strikes, and let the process be as unpredictable as it wants to be. Neither way is wrong—it’s about finding what works for you in the moment.

The key is to let go of the pressure to have it all figured out. Your process doesn’t have to look like anyone else’s. It doesn’t even have to look the same every day. What matters is that you keep showing up, keep writing, and keep trusting that the mess is part of the journey.

Embrace the Mess

So, here’s the takeaway: the creative process is messy. It’s full of ups and downs, false starts, and moments of self-doubt. But it’s also full of discovery, unexpected breakthroughs, and moments of pure magic.

The mess isn’t something to be ashamed of—it’s something to embrace.

You don’t have to have it all figured out. You don’t have to follow a strict routine, or write neatly within the lines.

Let the process be what it is—unpredictable, chaotic, and unapologetically messy. Because that’s where the real creativity lives.

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@emailforfaltustuff request: Hi! I love your writing! I have a request. Can you write a fic where the Winchesters find out they have a sister and shes about to graduate college as a bio major. They go visit her and find out that she already knows about the supernatural and was planning on going hunting after graduation. She impresses them with her knife throwing skills or something. Maybe they attend her graduation and are super proud of her cause she's insanely smart. Thanks! Again, I love your work!

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A/N: ok sorry I literally wrote a whole damn novel for this one. REQUESTS ARE OPEN. Enjoy!

"Ok, Bobby... you sounded weird over the phone. What's up?" Dean was hanging on by a thread. Bobby had called them, urgently asking they meet him at his home. He paced around the kitchen island, biting his lip. He knew this news would be anything from what the brothers would be expecting.

Bobby let go of a heavy and abrupt breath. "Your sister might be in trouble."

Sam and Dean's faces fell as the room went on pause. "Come again?" Sam spoke.

"It has to do with the hunt we've been discussing. All those sightings in-"

"No no no, what abo- sister? We don't have a sister." Dean interrupted.

Bobby sighed heavily, leaning over the counter as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Yeah, you do." He finally looked up at them.

"Uh, would you like to further elaborate on that?" Sam sassed.

"Look, I don't want you boys to start gettin' upset now. This was your father's idea." Sam and Dean looked like they had a million questions, but held back and gave Bobby the benefit of the doubt.

"She was born back in '05 around the time that John went missing. Dean, that's when you went to get Sam from Stanford. That was part of the reason your dad left... He didn't know how to tell the both of you and ultimately decided not to. Instead of dragging another kid along into this life, he left her with the mother. Thought it was best to not interfere..."

"So he thought it was best to leave her, not knowing a damn thing about who her family is?" Dean burst out. "Where is she??"

"Dean! Let him finish." Sam nudged him in annoyance.

"Well, she's lived with her mom all this time. John didn't even want her to know about me, but, I did have to step in recently." Bobby began. "The trails of the sirens we've been following have made their way to the area y/n is in. She currently attends the university of Nebraska and they've been luring victims from the campus."

Sam couldn't help but smile. He hadn't even met his sister yet, he could barely believe it was real. But the fact that she was born a Winchester, able to grow up away from hunting and attend college like a normal kid made him feel proud. His happy moment fell as soon as he realized, that life might be coming to an end for her if this didn't go right.

"You boys need to go. Find her, and get her to the bunker, away from danger."

"Bobby, there's a million students at that school, we don't know the first thing about where she is or what she looks like..." Sam rambled.

"Here!" His voice rang through out the house. He slid over a small folder across the counter top. "I was able to track down an address, class schedule... even a photo."

Dean flipped through the folder, stopping when he saw the photo. He carefully picked it up and stared at the cheerful looking girl in the picture, with long brown hair and big doe eyes. They were green like his, he could already see the way she resembled each of them. Sam's face softened as he caught glance of the picture.

"Don't worry Bobby, we'll find her." Sam reassured.

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The impala was silent as it cruised down the road. Dean stared blankly ahead while Sam couldn't help but stare at the photograph of y/n in his pinched grasp. He wondered what kind of person she was, whether she liked school or not, if she ever wondered about her dad, what hobbies she has. So many things he wondered, but one already haunted him. Would she even believe them when they find the time to tell her the truth, would she be mad, what if she wanted nothing to do with them. Sam's thoughts were interrupted by Dean's gruff voice.

"Unbelievable." He simply stated, not much emotion behind it.

"Like, in a good way? Or..."

"Pshh, I don't even know, man. I never knew dad was.... y'know." Dean shrugged, feeling unsettled with the rest of that sentence.

"I know, it's weird to think that all happened when we were looking for him. We didn't even know." Sam agreed.

"Man, if he was here...... whooo, I'd have some things to say." Dean let out a big huff of air. Sam nodded in response.

Dean on the other hand had a whole different plethora of thoughts running through his head. Why didn't John ever tell them, would he have ever told them if he was still alive? How could he just abandon her and her mother like that? So many things could've come after them, hurt them, killed them. Did he even care if they were safe? It seemed so irresponsible to just leave without a trace. He hoped to anything and everything that she'd be okay, no matter what was going to happen.

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Y/n woke up to the sun shining through the blinds. It was just another day. She was a senior, and only had a month left until graduation. It was an unbelievable feeling, everything really did fly by that fast. She lived in an apartment along side campus which she shared with two of her friends. College had been one of her most favorite experiences so far. Growing up, it was always just her and her mom who were closer than close. They always did everything together, up until she got sick. Losing her mother halfway through her schooling was one of the hardest things she had ever gone through, yet, it only made her increasingly motivated to finish.

There was something about today's April air that convinced y/n she needed to spend some time outside before her classes started for the day. After getting dressed and ready, she gathered her things and headed for the quad.

☠︎︎༒︎✞︎🕸𖤐☠︎︎༒︎✞︎🕸𖤐☠︎︎༒︎✞︎🕸𖤐☠︎︎༒︎✞︎🕸𖤐☠︎︎༒︎✞︎🕸𖤐☠︎︎༒︎✞︎🕸𖤐☠︎︎༒︎✞︎🕸𖤐

Sam and Dean walked defeatedly around the campus buildings, already feeling lost as they weren't able to catch y/n at her apartment.

"How're we supposed to find her if she wasn't at her apartment. Look at how many people are around." Dean was becoming increasingly stressed.

"Relax, if we don't spot her around here somewhere, we can always just wait til' she gets back home." Sam reasoned.

"And waste a whole day?" He threw his hands down, slapping them on his sides. Sam gave a short smile towards the weird looks they were getting.

"Dude, you need to chill out, blend in a little." Sam's voice was low, already feeling slight embarrassment with his brothers short temper.

"Sam!"

"Dean, I'm serious. You need to-"

"No! Sam, look..." Dean poked his shoulder, nudging him to follow his gaze towards the center of the campus. Sam's eyes followed and finally saw it. Saw her. Their sister was sitting poised, her legs propped up along a bench nestled under the slight shade of some trees. Her focus was taken by a book, small strands of her long hair feathered around in the light wind. She looked content, intrigued by the contents of the text.

"That's her. Let's go." Dean wasted no time in swiftly walking ahead, yet not too fast. He didn't want them to look out of place.

Normally y/n would be too engrossed in her reading to notice anyone approach her, but when the presence of two tall men in blacked out suits shadowed the sun from her face, it was hard to go unnoticed.

"Uhh, hello?" y/n looked up, weary of the sudden large figures towering over her. Both men looked as if they were at a loss for words.

"Can I help you?" y/n asked, trying to sound polite but slightly annoyed at the random interruption.

"Oh, uhm... pardon. My name is Mar-"

"My name is Sam, and this is my brother Dean. We're private investigators and we were wondering if we could ask you a few quick questions." Sam blurted out. Dean gave a slight panicked look to Sam as he dropped their planned dialogue without warning.

"This is about the disappearances of those students around here, right?"

“Yeah, you uh… know anything about that?”

“Just what I’ve heard from down the grapevine. I didn’t really know any of the students personally, but they were good people, or- are good people… I hope they’re okay.” Y/n peered off into the quad.

The brothers paused, finding it a little hard to focus on asking serious questions when their sister they’ve never met before, was sitting right in front of them.

“Have you noticed anything strange, anything really… around campus?” Sam cautiously asked.

Y/n hesitated. “What do you mean by, strange?”

“Like I said, anything.” Sam confirmed.

She started. “Well, last week… I actually saw a kid out here that just dropped all his stuff and walked into the woods. It was almost robotic-like. Not sure if anyone else noticed but, no one stopped him.”

They asked which student it was before concluding their questions. “Alright, thanks for your time.” Sam gave her a small smile, then turned around to leave. Dean lagged, not feeling complete with questioning her but didn’t want to stand out, and followed Sam reluctantly. Y/n had a strange feeling. It felt like these guys had more to say but were holding back. She thought about all the research she had done on the subject of the disappearances and the strange happenings. It all seemed crazy at first when she was able to put it all together, but nothing else made sense. The problem was telling someone else, surely no one would believe her. These guys though? Private eyes, maybe they knew something. It sounded insane in her mind, but with all the thoughts racing back and forth, she couldn’t help but blurt it out suddenly. “Do you know anything about sirens?” She gasped softly to herself, not believing that just came out of her mouth. She probably sounded like a loon. The two men stopped in their tracks and turned back.

“Did you say sirens?” The shorter one asked.

“Forget it. I’m thinking of something else.”

“What do you know about sirens.” He spoke up this time, walking back over. It didn’t sound like much of a question, more like a demand.

“Are you being serious right now?” She asked, making sure she wasn’t about to spill and risk being put away. He shrugged with a ‘I’m ready’ face. “How do I know I can trust you guys?”

“Because our job doesn’t benefit us in any way. We just try to stop catastrophe from happening. Anything you tell is steps toward stopping all this. If there’s a reward, it’s that.” Dean explained.

She took a deep breath before beginning. “I lost my mom two years ago. I grew up without a dad, so when she died, that was kind of it. But, in the stuff she left me, there was an envelope. It was a bunch of stuff about my dad and his job, which was a hunting job. It wasn’t a normal job, I had never heard of it before and I almost didn’t believe it was real. That was until the disappearances started happening.”

“So, you know about… hunting… monsters?” Sam clarified.

“Uh, what? You do too?” Y/n exclaimed.

“You have no idea.” Dean smirked.

Sam cut in. “We’re hunters, actually. We knew John Winchester and with the disappearances happening, it just kind of led us here.” He explained calm and slow. Dean bit his lip, he didn’t know why Sam was acting so bold with the situation. He wanted to take it slow, not knowing how y/n would react. He was going in the complete opposite direction right now.

y/n’s face was caught by surprise. “Wait, how do you know my dad?” Her curiosity peaked.

Sam breathed in sharply. "Because... he's our dad too."

Y/n's face dropped. What did they just say? This is a joke right? If it is, it's not funny. "You know what, I don't know who you people are... but don't bother me ever again." she gathered her things furiously. "I gotta get to class."

"Y/n, wait..." Dean called out.

Y/n angrily whipped around. "How the hell do you know my name?!" “Look, I swear, we’re not lying.” Sam tried.

“Whatever, stay away from me.” She turned around, fleeing into the crowd of students.

“Nice going.” Dean deliberately bumped into Sam as he walked away.

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Y/n rushed through her apartment after her classes were done for the day. "Hey!" her roommate and good friend greeted as she entered. "Hi." y/n stated blankly, walking past her friend who was leaned over the kitchen counter.

"You okay? What's wrong girl."

"Nothing, just had a stressful day. I'm gonna go for a walk." y/n said as she put her school stuff down. She quick changed into her running shoes and tied her hair up into a high pony. "How was your day?" she asked her friend who was currently focused on a pint of ice cream in her hands.

"It was good, just having a little snack." she giggled. "Oh hey, these two guys showed up earlier this morning. Said they were with student housing administration... they were asking for you."

Y/n was appalled, clearly they were lying to her. Private investigators, student housing admin, hunters?? Who were these guys and what was their goal. "Listen, if they show up again, call the police." she grabbed her keys.

"Wait, what? Why? What's going on?" her friend looked at her in confusion.

"I don't know, they might be following me. I'll tell you later!" she said halfway out the door.

"Y/n! Wha- okay, and you're gone."

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Y/n walked on the outskirts of campus down the bike path. She made her way to the end of the path which had a dead end leading into the woods. She did a quick check of her surroundings before taking a step off the path and into the leaves. She fidgeted with her thumbs as she walked around the trees, admiring the smell of fresh air and fall. She made sure to distance herself far enough from view, pulling out a small compact from her pocket. It was a set of throwing knives she collected from the boxes of her mother's things. She wasn't sure if they were her mom's or dad's, but she had been using them for some time now. It was a way to blow off some steam, and she enjoyed it, knowing it could come in handy.

She unsheathed the compact and found a tree to aim at. The bark was perfect, with thick and deep grooves. She twirled the blades in between her fingers, cocking her grasp back and letting it go forward. Listening to the swoosh of the blade gliding through the air and creating a satisfying thud as it lodged in between the wood of the tree. After throwing each one, she walked over to pluck them out and start again. She went a few more rounds, aiming and throwing, when a crunch of leaves startled her.

She turned around, scanning the area and spotted movement behind a tree in the distance. "Who's there!" y/n called out. She couldn't deny the presence she suddenly felt. She heard a heavy sigh, then two large figures rounded the trees from hiding.

"You two?! You are following me! Why?" y/n shouted at the brothers.

"We're just trying to tell you the truth, so we can protect you." Sam calmly assured.

"I don't need to be protected. I have no reason to believe you either, student housing!" y/n spat back.

Sam dropped his head. This wasn't off to a good start. "It's complicated..."

"Clearly...." she sassed. "Are you guys trying to kill me or something..."

"No." they said in unison. "Like we said, we want to-"

"Protect me? From what?" y/n collected her knives from the tree and started walking in the opposite direction.

"The siren sightings around here? It's gonna become worse before it gets better." Dean tried explaining, y/n continued walking and playing with her knives.

"You're pretty good at throwin' those things." Dean smiled. She turned around so fast her hair whipped around. "You've been watching me too? Cause that's not creepy..." she paused. "I'm gonna go hunting after I graduate. Figure I need some time before I settle..."

"Um, you're doing what?!" Dean raged.

"Hunting. Like what my dad did." She said like it was obvious.

"You're not going hunting, alone, period. You know nothing about hunting." Dean threw his words back.

"Who the hell do you think you are, to where you think you can tell me what to do?!" y/n yelled.

"I'm not gonna just let some kid go do one of the most dangerous things there is, by herself." Dean argued.

Y/n began to ramble off a list of reasons why this was her plan. How she never knew her dad, found out about this whole new realm of the world and wanted to see how she could help stop it. She'd been doing the research, the practice. It wasn't enough to convince either of them.

"Y/n, I don't think you understand how much there is to this." Sam chimed in.

"Well it beats studying biology." she threw another knife.

Sam paused with interest. "You study bio?"

"Yeah. But once I graduate, I don't know what I'm gonna do with it."

"You should continue..." Sam started but was stopped by y/n throwing another knife into a tree. "Damn, you really are good with those things.

"You probably get that from your dad..." Dean suggested. Y/n stopped, turning around again with anger behind her movement.

"What do you know about my dad? He left me... He left me and my mom, alone! My dad didn't give a shit about me. I'm nothing like him..."

"Listen, it wasn't right for him to leave you like he did. But he did it to protect you. There's a reason he-" Dean began, before he could finish he was startled by a knife being thrown in his direction. It merely missed his ear, flying past the side of his cartilage and landing stiff into a tree behind him. He stopped in his tracks, watching as y/n walked past him. "You don't know anything about my life. Stay away from me, cause next time... I'm calling the cops."

Dean sighed as they both watched her walk off into the distance.

y/n kept walking the other way, trying to clear her head. She kept checking over her shoulder to make sure the odd men weren't trying to keep following her. She kept going back and forth trying to make sense of the weird situation. They knew specific information, but their approach didn't feel trustworthy. It was hard to tell if they were telling the truth. She missed her mom so much. At this moment, she wished she had asked about her dad more, there wasn't much information to go off of. Each time she remembered doing so, it was often shut down.

She ended up walking for almost a half hour, it was starting to get dark. She looked up and took in the woodsy area, realizing she must have spaced out. Slight panic filled her core as she saw she was lost. "Shit." she whispered to herself. Y/n looked up at the sun setting and used the moon rising to navigate her way out. While walking back, she thought she hallucinated the sound, not sound, the voice that called out from the woods.

"y/n!"

She did a double take. Standing still, waiting to see if she heard it again.

"Y/N!!"

"Mom? ..... Mom!!?" She called out, racing a few steps forward.

"Y/n!! Help me!" her moms voice called out in the distance.

She stopped when she realized. It couldn't be her mom, she was there when she took her last breath. She wouldn't be in the middle of the woods calling for help....

'no... no, no, no, no. Damn it-' she thought. 'How could I be so stupid.' y/n took off running towards the edge of the woods. Her running was no match for the speed of the siren.

"Nooo!!!" she cried out as she was knocked down.

Sam and Dean heard the scream from the path outside the woods. They both looked at each other. "y/n!?" they took off towards the woods but saw they were too late.

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The boys managed to locate where the sirens had been hiding. Y/n was thrown in with the rest of the students that had been taken. Unfortunately, some didn't make it. The few of them that stood with y/n heard a bunch of commotion, sounding like fighting. When it all went silent, they all heard a rush of footsteps. That was when she saw Sam and Dean come into view, starting to untie her and the students around her. "You're all safe now, follow us. We'll get you out of here.

Y/n stared up at them in disbelief. They kept showing up. They saved everyone. Later on, y/n sat at the edge of an ambulance, watching as paramedics gathered the injured students. She was unharmed, thankfully. She spotted the tall brothers in the distance at the edge of the crime scene, amongst all the blinding red and blue lights. Something inside urged her to get up and go talk to them.

Sam and Dean stood there looking around, relieved the siren case was over, but their case was far from over. Just as they felt the weight of defeat, not being able to convince y/n about the life she never knew about. Their spirits felt a slight lift as they saw her approach.

"Hey." she said shyly.

"Hey." The boys said in unison. "Are you okay?" Sam asked.

She immediately felt bad. They sounded so genuine, if they had bad intentions, this all would've ended badly. She nodded. "You guys saved my life... you saved all of us. How'd you know?"

"Well, we were trying to tell yo-" Sam elbowed his snarky brother.

"Dean.... like we said, it's what we do. We, really are hunters." Sam gave her a small smile.

"And, all that stuff about my dad.... well, your dad too. Is it true?"

"Mhm. We're sorry for spilling it all out like we did. Our friend Bobby told us about you and we were worried with everything going on." Sam explained.

"Hold on, is your friend Bobby Singer by chance?" y/n crossed her arms.

"You know him?" Dean looked surprised.

"I wouldn't say I know him, but a few months ago when the students started going missing... I got a letter in the mail from a Bobby Singer. He sent me a bunch of letters my dad wrote to me, said how it looked like he meant to send them to me but never did. He also wrote me something just telling me to stay on campus and be safe."

Dean smiled to himself. "Hey, I know this is a lot, and it's been a long day. Would you want us to catch you up on everything? over a cup of coffee?"

"Yeah. I'd like that." y/n smiled.

"Good. So, I don't know if you had plans of hanging out here, but I think you oughta get home." Dean joked.

"Sure thing, I'll see you guys tomorrow." y/n started to walk.

"Well, I think it's best if we ensure you get home safe, y'know." Dean insisted on walking her home.

"I'll be okay..."

"Um, I think after everything that has happened tonight, no. We need to know that you're home safe." Dean raised his eyebrows, letting her know his seriousness.

She stood there, arms crossed but gave in within an instant. "Fine."

Once they reached the apartment, y/n opened the door and said her goodbyes. Y/n's roommate came into view, dropping what she was doing when she spotted the towering men in the doorway.

"Y/n! Do you want me to call?"

"No, Allie. It's fine. These are my brothers.."

"What now? I'm so confused."

"I'll explain in a minute. Goodnight." She turned back and smiled as she closed the door.

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Sam and Dean sat in the diner booth next to each other with y/n sitting across from them. She cupped the warm mug of coffee in her hands as the boys went over almost everything. She was able to clear up so many questions. Questions she held onto for years never knowing if she'd ever get the answers.

"Sorry if this is too much at once. I know this must be hard to take in." Sam apologized.

"No, it's alright. I've been waiting this long to know, so..."

"I think it's only fair if we ask you some questions. Now that you know pretty much everything there is to know about us." Dean let out a small laugh.

"Shoot." y/n gestured.

“So you’re studying bio, is that your major?” Sam asked.

”Yeah. I love marine biology the most, so like, studying how different organisms interact with each other, properties of the ocean. How human life impacts the ocean, there’s just so much that goes into it. I could talk about it for hours.” she cheered.

Sam looked up in awe. “I’d love to talk about it sometime.”

“Yeah, Sammy here went to Stanford.” Dean spoke up.

“Really?! What for?” y/n got excited.

“Law. But I never finished…” Sam said in a somber tone.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” y/n said.

“No, don’t be. Anyways, I think it’s great that you pursued school. I really think you should continue to do bio after school, whatever that may look like.” Sam said.

“I know you want to hunt too, but maybe hold off for now. I understand you feel like you may have missed out on that side of your life, but trust me. It’s not much, it usually ends poorly, one way or another.” Dean stated.

Y/n nodded, looking down in thought. “I understand. I just wanted to feel close to something that represented my family name. Growing up without my dad, I never really felt like a ‘Winchester’

“Well, maybe if you’re really ready one day, we’ll let you join us on a hunt.” Dean compromised. “Maybe.”

“I’ll take a maybe.” Y/n accepted.

"But, you've always been a Winchester. Whether you've felt like it or not. You're one of us. Strong, smart, resilient. Even if you weren't a Winchester, your qualities make you, you. And that in itself is amazing." Sam smiles.

"Thanks." y/n smiled back. Though her brothers came into her life very sudden, and in an unusual way. She was glad they did. It gave her a sense of peace, knowing she wasn't alone in this world. She never was. They were bound to find each other, even if it was 20 years later. Y/n finally had her family back. ☠︎︎༒︎✞︎🕸𖤐☠︎︎༒︎✞︎🕸𖤐☠︎︎༒︎✞︎🕸𖤐☠︎︎༒︎✞︎🕸𖤐☠︎︎༒︎✞︎🕸𖤐☠︎︎༒︎✞︎🕸𖤐☠︎︎༒︎✞︎🕸

“When is it gonna be her turn? I’m sweating under this damn baking sun.” Dean complained.

It was a month later and was y/n’s graduation day. Graduation excited her up until her mom passed. It devastated her knowing she wouldn’t have anyone there to see her cross the stage. Then she was dreading it a little bit, until she met her brothers.

“You just gotta wait, she’s towards the end, you know it’s alphabetical.” Sam shushed.

“Y/n y/m/n Winchester.” Was finally announced from the microphone.

Sam and Dean’s cheers could be heard through out the field. Y/n clearly heard and looked out into the audience with a huge smile. She shook the superintendent's hand and held up her diploma high for the photographer in the front.

After the ceremony, Sam and Dean looked over the crowd, spotting y/n with her group of friends. They awkwardly hovered as they didn't want to interrupt, until she turned back and noticed.

"Hey! You guys made it!?" She hugged the both of them.

"Of course we did! We wouldn't miss it." Sam chuckled.

"We're proud of you, kid." Dean smiles.

The thee of them wandered out of the crowd to claim a peaceful spot to talk. "I'm really happy you guys are here. I wasn't looking forward to this day for a while, cause I expected to have to do it on my own."

"We'll always be here for you, y/n." Dean responded without hesitation. "From here on out."

y/n's face turned into the biggest smile she could form, throwing her arms around Dean. Dean wasn't usually one for sappy emotion, but he couldn't deny how good it felt to reunite with the sister he never knew he had. Sam too. And they'd make up for all lost time now and forever.

[welldonekhushi]

Crime and Punishment: Incorrect Quotes

I would never stop thinking about this novel. I never will. So here I bless you with some incorrect quotes that I wrote on our beloved characters! Hope you like it!

Porfiry, giving a whole damn monologue throughout the novel:

Raskolnikov, internally resisting the urge to not bring his axe out again: .. you're all good, Rodya. You're all good.

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Raskolnikov, talking about Luzhin: I said, that I don't think that he's good for you!

Dunya: How do you know what's good for me?

Raskolnikov, in an outburst: That's my OPINION!

Dunya, shocked:

Pulcheria, confused:

Razumikhin: .. oh.

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Raskolnikov: I might have to beat someone up just to get rid of all this blind fury.

Razumikhin: Oh, wow..

Raskolnikov: Now I feel pretty sorry for the next guy who looks at me funny.

Razumikhin: Hm.. what about that guy?

Raskolnikov, turns around to see Porfiry smiling at him sinisterly:

Raskolnikov, faints and passes out: Bozhe moy—

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Luzhin: Yup, sometimes you got to beat the ladies off with a stick!

Luzhin, swinging his stick: Back woman! Back, I said!

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Sonya: Ha! Footprints in the sand.. but then you turn around and see another set. Cause Jesus was with you, all along.

Camera pans to the next person beside her: .. but my name is Raskolnikov?

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Svidrigailrov, when he kills his own wife so he can marry Dunya but gets rejected after getting almost shot by her:

Svidrigailrov: Well, guess I'll die? *shrugs with the gun in his hand*

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Raskolnikov: I'm Napoleon. I'm a hero. I'm strong. I'm brave. I did something for society and humanity. Why should I be —

The old artisan: You're a murderer.

Raskolnikov, walks away: Nope. I'm not Napoleon. I'm a failure. I've been sinned. Sorry Mama. Sorry Dunya. *soon faints in between*

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Luzhin, exists:

Raskolnikov: How dare you breathe in our presence?!

Luzhin: Then am I not supposed to breathe? Why don't you do the same?

Raskolnikov: At least I'd be happy to die knowing you died with me too. *flips off at him*

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Alyona, lying on the floor dead:

Raskolnikov, stares at her dead body: .. well shit.

Raskolnikov, making a cool pose: But at least I've got that money!

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Fyodor Dostoevsky, creates Crime and Punishment:

Me, travelling back in time, and bowing down next to him: Thank you for writing such an amazing book. It changed my life.

Fyodor: But I just wrote this book about human suffering?

[double--hh]

Henry, reluctantly exploring the Astral Circle Appartment Complex, "I swear, I hear a little girl around here, sound like shes nine or something... where's her parents?!"

Quachil, manifesting itself through a wall, "Mmm, I'm 15, so shut the fuck up."

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*~imagine phones exist in the 50s~*

Ciprianni- can you shrow the hole vid

Steven- *show *whole

Ciprianni- I'm from Italy!!!!!!!!!!

Steven- I pound dudes!!!!!

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Teutates, writing a very strongly worded letter to Abducius, "Yo, bro, what should I start this off with?"

Ah Puch, "...to whom it may aggravate?"

Teutates, "...Shit, no, that's now the title of a song, think of something else."

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Anastacha, walking with her friends, "If you remove all veins, arteries, and capillaries from your body and lay them end to end, you will die...or whatever."

One of her friends, "...I'm starting to see why your dad left."

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Robertsky, walking outside in a torrential thunderstorm, "I got a pocket full of sunshine... why'd you make me ginger?!"

Insert Robertsky getting struck by lightening.

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Nacha, sitting in Mia & W's apartment with Mia, holding some failed essays from Anastacha...

Mia, "Nacha, I'm getting pretty worried about Anastacha, like, look at what she wrote for one of her essay openers, 'Buckle your seatbelts boys and girls, Teacher or whoever is reading this at this spectacular time in your life.. da-da-da... so sit down and shut up and listen to my 3-AM-Monster-Energy-ADHD-Medicine-Induced-Self-Hatred-Fulled-Extravaganza about the Industral Revolution... or whatever.'"

Nacha, sighing and pinching her eyebrows, "Why am I not surprised... That's the last time I'm letting Francis help her with school work."

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Mia, two seconds away from a mental break down, knocking on the Rudboys' door.

Steven answers, "Oh! Mia! What's up?"

Mia, eye twitching, "Steven, take me to the range before I pull my hair out."

Steven, nodding, "Lemme grab Ciprianni, meet me downstairs."

~20 minuets later~

Mia, unloading a full magazine at moving targets, hitting all of them.

Ciprianni, mildly concerned, "How... the hell is she doing that?!"

Steven, watching her, "Man, she was a WAC, armorer type. Kinda in her blood."

Ciprianni, shaking his head, loading his pistol, "You Americans concern me."

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Izaack, writting frivolously in his notebook, "Mn-hm, and anything else you'd like to add?"

Mia, chuckling, "Ah, yes, list the source as... 1984 by Gorge Orwell."

Izaack, stopping mid sentence and slowly glares at Mia, frowing, "...You did not just quote another book and passed it off as facts about the Trojan Horse Project again... did you?"

Mia, taking a sip of her coffee, "What? So I'm the bad guy for reccomenting you more books to read after your 'minute and minute' fiasco earlier today, Gauss?"

Izaack, scribbling out everything except for the book title, flipping it shut, "I'll have you know, Ms. Stone, I read every damn day and our teleprompter is new!"

Mia, smiling, "Oh you're such a phony, Izaack, it's amusing."

Izaack, snapping a finger at her, "Ah! Catcher in the Rye! J.D. Salinger!"

Mia, nodding, "So you do take my recommendations!"

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The Schmicht's, moving into the Apartment, "Oh, Gloria, I think we did just right chosing this place!"

Gloria, smiling, "Yeah, yeah, watch there be some sort of fanclub for your novels!"

Anold, placing a box down, "Heh, I doubt it! I'm still trying to find a time and place for a meet and greet!"

The Sverchzt's, Lois, Margrette, and Rafttellyn, looking up from the stair case,

"Oh my god, is that the Arnold Schmicht?!"

"You think he can give up an early copy of Ceasefire of Hostility?!"

"I have GOT to get his signature!"

"Do you think we can invite the both of them to tomorrow's meeting?! He said his wife is his muse from the last interview!"

Gloria looks out the door and watches the group of book nerds scramble down the stairs, whispering to eachother.

"Bubbles, because you live on the same floor, you better share the spoilers!"

"Oh hush I will!"

Arnold, "Who was that, sweetie?"

Gloria, "Your fanclub."

[rizzyu]

Hello there! :D If u dont mind, can i req platonic friendship hcs for luxiem? where gn!reader looks up to them as an older brother figure? +bonus points if they also have a chaotic personality >:D Have a great day~

Big-brother Figure HC

Pairing: Vox, Mysta, Luca, Ike, Shu x gn! reader

Category: Fluff, heehee haha funni

Warning: C h a o s .  

Summary: Platonic relationship with the Luxiem members :D

A/N: Hi hi! That is such as cute idea! I can already imagine the chaos before even starting to write lol Anyways thank you for the request :D

Vox Akuma

He tries his very very very very very best not to bring in sussy conversations while you are around, since you're like his little-sibling figure

It's very fucking difficult for him to not straight up yell something like FORKIN- *** **** ***** ***, but he really R E A L L Y tries his best (c'mon you gotta give him some slack for trying this hard)

Even though you might already have learnt it from other Niji members (mr satan here might choke those specific members if he finds out)

But Vox also takes care of you very well

Like he'd go out of his way just to make sure you have the best meals every day

Overall, I think Vox would be a very caring but yet very protective big-brother figure

Mysta Rias

You'd be making fun of him A LOT (like real siblings lol) and also pick on him specifically

Like in every roast tier list, Mysta's in the "bullied" tier, and you're the living proof of that.

Say if you're playing Crab Game, you'd specifically throw a snowball at him out of nowhere, causing him (using his webcam mic that makes him sound like he's in the middle of a damn hurricane) to scream like he's stuck between the fabric of reality and the backrooms

Basically like this: "WHAAA WHA%#%@"#*@ WHO THE %##*@/× FUCK ^@!~# DID&פ^#*!/£₩※THAT /£&&$)#(@#:"

Meanwhile you: "MUHYAHYAHYAHAYYAHAYAGHAGSSBABBA L L L L L L"

And if Mysta is cooking, just like Vox his Mysta's cooking stream, you'd scold him for cooking in such uhhhhh c u r s e d ways

“Mysta, for the love of Riku Tazumi, by “pour oil into the pan”, doesn’t mean to fill the entire pan with oil.”

Overall, chaotic sibling-like relationship with Mysta :)

Luca Kaneshiro

The most chaotic duo in NijiEN

You two would both pull pranks and say random deez nuts, ligma jokes to other members

Whenever you two take part in collabs (especially large ones), I can imagine you both causing so much mischief that everyone would be screaming your names while chasing you two who are laughing your butts off (I love his laugh it’s so goofy)

He’d teach you his ways of pogging

Say if you’re playing Minecraft, you two would probably place lava traps in front of the doors of every house, before hiding nearby to see the other members scream when they fall into the trap

Basically he’s gonna troll with you all the time :)

Ike Eveland

Just like Vox, very caring but very protective

He really enjoys reading you the novels he wrote and making you caviar toast. Even if you dislike caviar, he (tries) to not be too disappointed in you lol

Ike also like to teach you how to write novels and how to speak some Swedish words

And usually when you did well when he’s teaching you things, he’d give you a headpat :3

Usually if some other members say something a bit sussy, broski would look d e a d into their eyes while having both hands covering both of your ears, before politely telling you to go somewhere else for the meantime. Then he'd threaten whoever did that in front of you.

I like it when he goes psychopath mode. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Shu Yamino

You’d definitely greet each other with “eyyyyyyyyyyyyy” everytime you meet lol

If you’re a smart person, you’d probably be talking about maths or something in the middle of a game.

“There are two boxes blocking that so if we double it we can cover the whole thing.”

 “Yea but there isn’t enough space to place 4 boxes there, maybe 3.46 boxes can work.”

“Seems like 3.48 would work better.”

“BUT IT’S JUST A 0.02 DIFFERENCE-” (made-up scenario lol)

The whole time chat would be spamming the nerd emoji 🤓🤓🤓

You, Shu and Petra would get along very well too, since Petra is like a sister figure to Shu

Happy penguin siblings :D

[kimbapisnotsushi]

it's akaashi's birthday!!! you guys know what that means!!!!!!!!!! have some timeskip special headcanons about akaashi and co. let's go!!!!

i think akaashi deserves a spin-off about his misadventures in the manga department honestly

gekkan shoujo nozaki kun. sekaiichi hatsukoi. bakuman. there is a lesson to be learned here people!!!!!

tenma gifts him a planner for his birthday and the first thing he does after opening it is mark all of tenma's deadlines. which he also has recorded in his phone calendar. AND he has them memorized. AND on sticky notes scattered throughout the office

tenma: you know i got you this planner so that you wouldn't have to put sticky notes everywhere, right? akaashi, sleep-deprived and running on five cups of coffee: time waits for no one, udai-san

the office has a special "akaashi keiji emergency rest kit" for when he falls asleep at his desk

it's got a blanket if it's cold, a pillow they tuck under his head, a bottle of water and snacks they leave next to him if he gets hungry/thirsty when he wakes up, and an eye mask that they put on him after they take off his glasses

idk i think the whole office really loves akaashi

and he really loves them back!!!! they're a team!!! they work together!!!! deadlines might be hell but at least it's a hell they're united in!!!

akaashi finding love and contentment and happiness in a place he initially wasn't sure about is everything to me okay

also i think he wingmans tenma and akiteru. i think it'd be very funny.

akaashi knows it's bad when he catches tenma drafting a whole new romance plot and he's like "udai-san. please. you have something due in five days you canNOT be doing this right now"

honestly akaashi just wants them to get together so that tenma will stop being dreamy and distracted and ACTUALLY focus on getting his manuscript done on time

and then they DO get together and akaashi is subjected to even more dreamy sighs and staring off into the distance and whatnot

tenma is such a disaster you guys i love him

ALSO YOU KNOW HOW MANGAKAS HAVE A LIL MASCOT TO REPRESENT THEMSELVES IN THE AUTHOR'S NOTE. TENMA'S IS DEFINITELY SOME KIND OF CROW

someone asks tenma if he has a favorite pro vball player and tenma says "hinata shouyou" with the BIGGEST smile on his face and hinata almost cries

LMAO HOW FUNNY WOULD IT BE IF KENMA OFFERED TO BANKROLL AND DEVELOP A ZOMBIE KNIGHTS VIDEO GAME

i mean i barely even know what zkz is about but based on the title i feel like it'd make a good video game

yachi can help design . . . lev and komi can voice act . . . yes . . . it's all coming together . . .

NEVER MIND I KNOW WHAT IT IS I READ A TRANSLATION OF THE LIGHT NOVEL IN THE MIDDLE OF WRITING THIS

he wrote zkz in a restaurant are you SHITTING me udai tenma i love you

so apparently it got discontinued?? instead of allowing tenma to finish it the way he wanted?? so when tenma hears that kenma wants to make a video game out of it he ends up in tears

kenma's like "well it might have failed as a manga. but i think it'd make a pretty good video game, if you want to help out with that"

god everything about it makes me want to cry actually. tenma who is still chasing after his dreams. and akaashi right there, learning how to be better. learning how to be passionate. learning how to give tenma his all. because he's TENMA'S editor and he'll be damned if he doesn't do it well.

udai tenma in an interview about meteo attack: "yes, i am sad i didn't get a chance to end zkz in a way that would have made me happy. it was my first series, and that's always going to be precious to me. but meteo attack is one i'm looking forward to. it's a story about learning how to fly, when everybody else has long since been trampling on your wings and telling you that you can't."

sorry i did NOT mean to get this emotional over them. but now i am. and i am going to be thinking about it forever

meteo attack def gets raving reviews from players in the pro volleyball league, especially from hinata shouyou

[texasthoughtsaboutnothing]

The Stranger and my thoughts on where each LCB Sinner is at (Long)

Hey, I actually sat down and read L'etranger, Meursault's source novel. I've got some fucking feelings about it, especially relating it to Limbus Company and what it might mean for his Canto in like 2 years.

Firstly, you should read or listen to this book. It's short, surprisingly punchy, and easy to follow. I (probably) don't have autism but I can absolutely see a read of this where the character does or is neurodivergent in some other way; beyond his relationship and evaluation of social queues and norms he also seems to deal with sensory issues. There are better people than me who should talk about this and I'm probably not adding a lot to the conversation but keeping this reading in my head for the climax added an extra layer of discomfort (intentional discomfort for the benefit of the story's message, I should say) to the whole book. But It's worth experiencing even if you disagree with that reading or have a different one.

Limbus Brainrot/Spoiler stuff from here on in.

There's always the question of where exactly each Sinner is in their story as they're on the bus. Their stories have been reinterpreted and/or jumbled in ways that make it fun to guess, so to go over each Sinner and where they are based on what we know or my theories:

Yi Sang - I'm not gonna front, I don't really get The WIngs, but this seems like a Good End AU for him. He already escaped his "Wife's" control and the sunless room and is now flying again (metaphorically, or maybe literally? i dont know help me).

Faust - Likely in the middle of the part where she's using Mephistopheles' power to do good in the world and prior to her being damned to hell. Side note, she's last to get a Canto and I bet it's not a coincidence that (afaik) she and Dante are the only two with Hell in their stories directly. My long shot call is that Faust is also Beatrice and there will be so much DantexFaust ship art in 2026.

Don Quixote - The biggest enigma. La Sangre de Sancho has gripped the imagination of the fandom and I am no exception. She's next after Heathcliff so we'll get her some time in August at the latest and I can't wait. My best guess is she's currently gallivanting and will be forced home in her Canto, assuming Don is Sancho theory isn't true. Praying her Canto is called The Impossible.

Ryoshu - In Hell Screen, the reason the painter is obsessed with torture is that he can only paint what he has seen and is trying to paint the Buddhist Hell. In his quest for his art he destroys his life and those around him, and ends up committing suicide over it. But there is a villain in the form of the Lord who beyond driving the story by requesting the screen in the first place is guilty of SA and murder. I'm expecting we're post story; the Lord is related to the five fingers, the daughter might be recast as a friend or something, and the sword Ryoshu carries is likely the screen. Nothing revolutionary in my guesses here, but it's either going to be that straight-forward or insanely abstract, where she's the lord and the painter and the daughter and the screen and the sword is the monkey or some shit.

Hong Lu - I have not yet read Dream of a Red Chamber, it's next on the list. Forgive me!

Heathcliff - Oh boy. Like many, I expect he is post-spurning by Catherine and is on his journey for his fortune on the LCB. So, his Canto will be about coming home to a beloved who is with someone else. Yes, the beloved blorbo will suffer for my amusement. Let's go 3 hours Heathmael sex scene!

Ishmael - We now know her story already kinda happened, as many expected, making this a bizarre sequel to Moby Dick. I think it gave PM a lot of room to do whatever they wanted to while still sticking to the themes of the story. Already wrote about what I loved about this and the recontextualizing of Ahab as a whale unto herself (which I don't actually know if it's in the original novel, but it wouldn't surprise me).

Rodion - A weird one. Her inciting incident happened, the murdering of the landlord/pawnbroker, but the unintentional death of the innocent sister was shifted to the entire damn block. So if I had to guess she's in the period after her crime trying to avoid being caught, but no police officer allegory has really been introduced yet. I read Crime and Punishment years ago so I can't say for certain but it feels the most loosely adapted and suffers a tad for being part of the intro. Rodya's story is in no way finished so it's up in the air. Praying for a Petrovich just so people can meet the OG Columbo.

Sinclair - Still need to read Demian, but I have a rough understanding of the plot. Also unfinished in his story, Sinclair has a long way to go to his self-realization. This feels more intentional however, I remember someone made an observation of Cinqlair as representative of his drunken college years where he's popular but unfulfilled, and I think we can extend that to all of his IDs. He seems to have the most potential of all the Sinners, so much so that I wouldn't be surprised if there's a mirror world where he's a Color unto himself. I digress, the point is he's pre Frau Eva (who if she turn's out to be the Purple Tear I will lose my mind) who is also called Beatrice at some point so what's up with that PM?

Outis - Another big mystery, especially as she isn't Odysseus but Outis, a name referencing a particular part of the Odyssey with the Cyclops. I have to imagine she's on the Odyssey, journeying home after the Smoke War (which might have some parallels with the Trojan War beyond the obvious). It's interesting all the Greek myth named Abnormalities are Hospital themed, might be something there but nothing I can parse from my limited knowledge of Greek society and folklore. While she' might be a traitor, I'm thinking she's joined Limbus Company to hide while on her journey; she might be wanted dead by something and is concealing her identity after what happened in the war.

Greg - Again, a character post-story. He was locked in a room, he metamorphized, and... well he's alive? So we've diverged from the source novel, as it's taken the allegorical meanings and made them more literal, but Hermann is still around and a major player so who knows where this will go?

Meursault - I have so many thoughts. Meursault could be anywhere in his story, but I'm going to guess it's one of two places. First guess, we're completely pre story. His Canto opens with him getting a message that Maman died today, or maybe yesterday, he doesn't know. So the whole story plays out over the course of the Canto. But more likely, and my prediction, is that he's currently in "jail" awaiting his execution or acquittal. He has already murdered a man (or done some other crime) and instead of being tried for that, he has been tried and sentenced for his peculiarities of character. Bound in the chains of others, the multitudes have tightened their hold (I'm very clever and not cringe at all).

So I have to wonder what light blinded him, overwhelmed him so much that it led to his crime? The Bright Nights and Dark Days are an obvious choice, and I'm not the first to suggest it. Perhaps he distorted? Anyway, his story ends with him having given up on acquittal and instead hoping for a crowd of people hating him as he approaches the guillotine. I'm super interested in how this will play out in Limbus, especially as he must survive for gameplay purposes.

Also, Meursault is so horny. Like, oh my god. Half of his thoughts are of Marie, specifically of wanting her and all the connotations that contains. He spurns God in the face of a Chaplain, saying that He is worth nothing compared to a single hair on a woman's head. Meursault is not a romantic but not just some horndog either, his desire for sex and women and their bodies feels like an extension of his worldview centered on the immediacy of life and not just debauchery or hedonism. It's a part of the idea life is lived as today, yesterday, and tomorrow, and there is joy and happiness in that simplicity. I feel like this will get cut for Limbus but I hope it isn't, I want Meursault to casually admit he desires every Sinner on the bus carnally (yes the men and NB too, probably just a HC but I do believe that the City is a binormative society based on its already loose relationship to gender identity).

So uh, that's the thoughts so far. Merry Christmas, I guess.