#he has the power to heal my soul 🥺

[jkvjimin]

he makes everything better ♡︎

+bonus (mimi's beak):

[stormblessed95]

Watching Are You Sure?! EP 8 Finale

A reminder of how I do these reaction posts as I watch things. I just write my reactions and thoughts down literally they happen. Think more of a bullet point format. I'll include links when I can to videos, thanks to the people who twt who upload clips and to @dstdes for providing so many of my linked video clips. And at the end, I'll do a better wrap up of all my opinions. I hope everyone enjoyed the show, I can't believe it's over!!

JK turning on Korea's top hits on the radio and both their songs playing one after the other. They KNOW they are powerful. I like them seeing/hearing that evidence though first hand 🥰 Jikook can't be separated, even on the radio!*

JK mentioning the Park Jimin summoning spell 😭😂 lmfao I love it

"this is the boyfriend shot" Jimin says THREE TIMES IN A ROW. we get it, he said this is what it looks like to go out on a date with Jungkook. And Jimin is the one who gets to do that 😅😂🥰🥰🥰 goodness. What was that Jimin? Lol honestly though, it was a cute and cozy picture!

Did the head chef just gift them one of everything on the menu?! Lmao they have so much food!!

JK telling Jimin to basically just strip naked because he went to go undo his pants buckle because he was so full but it was already undone was such a wild statement and comment to make?? The fuck? Lmao and Jimin replying with a meme was hysterical. Joking yet blushing. Top notch 😂😂 loved it. Love them. We aren't even 20 minutes into the episode yet And that was so out of pocket 😂🤣

JK being so tickled over teasing Jimin and making him come back to the car to get him 🤣 they are so funny!

Jimin dancing SNTY 😍

Their giggles over the beds?? Lol it has to be because they saw photos originally and saw the staff had separated out the beds to be separate when they originally weren't and then still gave them matching PJs to wear 🤣🤣 idk why they would do that? Lol they aren't strangers to sharing a bed lol

Jungkook teasing Jimin over the scuzzi 😂😂

Jimin putting snowballs on his head while in the hottub lol the way JK watched him. Love 😍

Not rock paper scissors to have to lay down in the snow 🤣 Jimin forcing JK to follow through on the punishment he thought up 🤣🤣🤣 the way Jimin called him baby as JK gave him the biggest puppy eyes trying to get out of having to do it 🥺🥺🥺

Jimin just laying on the floor at the bottom of the stairs while JK has his snack. Lmfao the call and response singing they had is so cute and what a song choice! 😂 Jimin saying he likes randomly laying/sprawling/rolling on the floor at home too 😂

Them reacting to episode 1 of AYS was NOT on my bingo called but im so happy about it! The editors joking with them and their interaction with the staff made me so happy too! It was also really funny them admitting to having a hard time editing the show 😂

Their giggles heal something in my soul 🥰

And the way they are sitting so close and kept their feet touching almost the entire time?? 🥰🥰🥰

Jimin's head in JKs lap at some point while watching too. I love them

JK acting a fool in the kitchen while cooking to make Jimin laugh 🥰🥰🥰

Jimin calling JK " Honey" 🥺🥺🥺 he wanted to cheers their glasses, but he called him honey. Cute

Not them teasing each other over their snores and sleeping habits 😂

"Jimin doesn't like it when someone touches his head" JK says, while rubbing his head with Jimin unbothered. Lol Jimin will let that man do ANYTHING to him 😂 and idk if JK was trying to tease Jimin or us by flexing his privilege in our face. Probably both 😂

JK saying driving on smaller roads like this is romantic. Jimin saying "this is romance, this is youth, this is nice" 😭😭😭 fuck they are so cute

JK is flying from Japan to Korea and then basically straight back out to America for his schedule. And he choose to not drink, even though he really wanted to, because he wanted to drive Jimin to the airport, just them instead of depending on the staff to take them. Give them that extra alone time together. And he chose to fly to Korea with Jimin instead of giving himself an easier and more relaxing travel schedule with more rest by staying and flying to America from Japan instead. That is... It's really fucking special and sweet and says so much about how they love each other honestly.

Giving up his last beer of their trip, after being told to relax and not worry about it because he wanted to be the one to drive them, to have that time together, just them and a GoPro they had control over, and spending that extra travel time to be together when it made a much longer and harder few days for him? That's that persistent, dedicated, quiet yet impactful kinda love. Really said a lot without saying anything.

The tradition continues of JK filming their food before ending with a close up shot of Jimins face. love that is a constant here 🥰

"I'll make sure you have a safe journey" "it's an honor" just kill me now omfg 😭🥰😭

JK being salty that Jin didn't dream about him with Jimin in the military since they are going together 😂😂😂😂

Jikook talking about how these trips were some of the happiest moments ever. And the way they were feeling a little melancholy over the trip ending and things changing and losing this constant togetherness time they had to be free .. goodness. Enjoying the cool air while trying to feel better. Ugh, I love them. I love them so much and I love the way they love each other so much.

Talking about how they loved it so much in the ending interviews, how they were the best of times. JK softly rubbing Jimins nape and back in comfort too. I'm tearing up, damn

The way JK is looking at Jimin during that last interview outtakes. My goodness 😍 same way Jimin was looking at JK while he was driving 😍

Them ending the show by having us literally send them off to the military is cruel, omfg. I AM CRYING NOW, DAMN. "A letter from beyond" fuck you too editors 😭

Wrap up Thoughts:

I'm so sad this is over. My God. Minute of silence to mourn.

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This was such a sweet and wholesome episode. It had teasing, it had bickering, it had pet names. It was domestic as heck. It was the perfect trip for them to end their "freedom" before military service. I would have loved more conversations about that, but I'm fairly content as it is too.

Again, so many cuts (not complaining, very normal) but my favorite was how Jimin went to go wake JK up and then it cut to them leaving. I hope they enjoyed their time cuddling and relaxing sans cameras and interruption 🥰 (my assumptions I guess, but wouldn't be far fetched)

Letting my delulu out when Jimin said he just lays wherever whenever all the time at home and me thinking about the the members teasing JK about all the random ass mattresses over his house 🤣 it's too keep them comfy no matter where they end up wanting to lay 🤣🤣 (just kidding, sort of lol)

The way Jikook play fight is so equal and cute and funny. They just shove the crap out of each other but never with an intention to hurt or be mean. And they both LOVE IT.

They trust each other, give weight to each other's words and have confidence in the others beliefs and thoughts like no one else. It's such a special bond, and I'm so so glad they opted to share this with us. I truly am so grateful. And grateful for y'all letting me share all my musings with you too. 💜

And we have to end this post with the way that Jikook were spotted in Sapporo driving in the car, Jimin being the passenger princess he was, alone with their GoPro's and giving major flirty energy. And the way the show just proved OP right too. Genuinely Jikook are so special and wonderful and amazing and I love them so much. And when they got home from this trip, the group live they did shortly after? They were sooooo touchy and snuggly!

Hope everyone is excited for the photobook and behinds as well. I unfortunately am horribly sad because I'm broke AF and cannot afford to buy it in my budget at the moment, but hopefully ARMYs will upload all the photos and upload the behinds for everyone too. I will share links if I find them.

[adelheidvonschicksal]

hi i love your writings smm 🥺😩💞💞and i was wondering if you can write something for shy quiet , innocent fem reader whos like Literally an angel and very kind who haves healing techniques and also yuji's distant cousin with sukuna ?

A/N: I'm not the best at Sukuna, but here's a try! I kinda wanted to try to write him simped.

His predatory eyes have been on you for a while now.

Initially, it’s barely a development for Sukuna to learn that the vessel he’s stuck in has a cousin. It’s a distant relationship, separated by a couple of centuries, but it’s there. It isn’t a mark for concern until he sees your powers. Healing others isn’t special, but bringing back a missing limb, fixing a soul, the chance you could bring a body back, that’s more interesting.

“I didn’t manipulate their soul. The shape was wrong, so I gave it enough that it could put itself back to the way it wanted to be, and it worked out!”

You didn’t seem to really realize the extent of your own power, chirpily going on with life like a colorful bouncing baby bird from what he could tell. And as his interest in your technique starts to grow, it leads to something else he can’t explain.

Sukuna blames this body that he’s in for the reason his attention always sparks up whenever he hears your voice echoing in this body. Whenever Itadori interacts with you, there’s a torrent of happiness proliferating throughout his entire body, including to where Sukuna’s soul maintains itself. That’s where he decides this interest in you comes from.

That’s where the deliciously darkly satisfied sensation upon seeing fluster spread across your face whenever he decides to interrupt you and Itadori comes from. The way you squeak and shy into yourself, resisting that urge to tremble at his presence – which he can still make out – is mouthwateringly delectable. Sukuna presumed this was an easy way to piss off the other soul in this body, but that isn’t the case.

There’s a rush of something indecipherable when that innocent smile appears on your cherub face. The faintest hint of life threatens to lurch into his chest when you place a hand on this boy’s shoulder, sending that heat all the way down to him.

It irritates him because those actions aren’t caused by him but by the brat whose body he inhabits. It irritates him because he shouldn’t be thinking about these things in the first place. Desiring them. Desiring you. Never having the time to remember what this type of desire was in the first place.

At least not until now.

This body is failing, puddling with its own blood from the loss against a pitiful opponent.

Maybe Itadori should have brought you with him after all instead of leaving you behind at the mission start. Sukuna is already aware of the reason. His “precious little cousin” is the only family he has left after all, by his own miserable words.

(“How pathetic. You think you can’t protect her.”)

The brat was right to leave you behind if he died that easily.

“Uh, Sukuna?”

The King of Curses lifts his head; there’s cursed energy and light flooding this body, barely enough that his own soul clings on.

“Are you still…” a small cough, “in there?”

Sukuna wastes little time cracking an eye open. It’s a worth sight to see. Your cheeks are wet with the beginning of tears, a meek and scared gloss to your eyes when you notice him leering up at you from his head’s position in your lap, and your chest pumped up with a shaky gasp that makes him smirk.

“Isn’t this a surprise? Called on by the little lamb herself.”

Just like the name suggests, you tense and frightened like the fragile creature, a fear so palpable that he can smell it wafting in the air.

“Since this is such a rare occassion, I'll give you three seconds of my time. What do you want?"

Fearfully, you struggle to ask, “You can heal people, can’t you?”

Sukuna isn’t sure why you would ask that when you’re classified as a healer yourself. He’s positive the only reason he’s still here is due to your influence then it dawns on him.

“What’s the matter?” he cackles. “Not enough curse energy left to finish the job?”

When you fail to respond, he knows he’s got it right, and his brain already begins to turn with how many ways he could take advantage of the situation when you finally nod.

“What would I need to do for you to help me heal him?”

“You dare try to bargain with me.” His tone is brusque, pure intimidation mixed with amusement. “What could you possibly have to offer me that’s better than watching this punk sorcerer die?”

You’re as much of a fool as the boy, he thinks. The difference though is that unlike him, there’s more that the King of Curses wants from you: your power, your body, your soul, and the innocence comprising it and displaying in the doe-eyed look that you give him as you gently bite on your bottom lip.

“Please,” you shakily air out, tears spilling out in the weakness of your voice, “I’ll give you anything you want.”

“You.”

“Me?” you ask. There’s a moment of hesitation as your eyebrows knit together. “I-I don’t understand. Why me?” you question; there’s an air of confusion about the question, brewed from the innocent nature that can’t even begin to think what you would have that could benefit him.

“Do you want the deal or not?” he asks, patience artificially short. You’re hesitant, unsure what to say as you stare at him. “I’m not going to keep the offer up for long, woman.”

Slowly, the fear starts to drain from you, which causes him to go silent as your fingers brush your fingers along Itadori’s forehead, pushing the messy blood-soaked tufts of hair away. Your eyes waver, flooding with another layer of tears that collect on your eyelashes, but you quickly blink them away.

“I accept,” you finally relent, a forced smile stretching across your face; a fragile attempt to offer him, or rather yourself, a little optimism and sweetness that sends a lustful pulse down his stomach. “I’m yours.”

There it was, easier than he ever imagined, and he couldn’t stop himself from laughing at the irony. This boy’s decision to protect you would be the very thing leading you to him.

[satancopilotsmytardis]

⭐️✨🌟⭐️✨I want to hear about something you’ve been dying to talk about😊

🥺👉👈 I want to talk about chapter 2 of Prince's Consort, pls

I love this chapter so much, and I love this story so much. I have really been getting into the weeds of worldbuilding for this one as much if not more than when I started Changing Currents.

One of my favorite things to think about when designing a culture is what the fashion would look like and why people would be dressed like that, so in chapter two I really got to start showcasing that with their clothing and how it changes for festivals. In Ennonata, and specifically in Shigaraki's kingdom, fashion is modeled after armor and fighting, but it's not meant to be functional. In demonic society, the average person, and even the average warrior doesn't wear armor to protect themselves from being hurt because if they die, they will come back, so what's the point? And if non-fatal wounds can be healed in a matter of seconds with magic, why bother at all? It creates a sharp distinction between how demons consider the world and combat over mortals. I also had fun then showcasing that attitude in concert with the fact that the guards do wear real, functional armor, with the implication behind that being their conflicts could be more drawn out and they may not have access to healers during them, making it more important for them over everyone else, including their Prince, to be able to endure more.

And the fabric!!! Oh, I love the fabric so much. So in most hot environments, especially deserts, clothes are made to cover up the body to keep sun exposer lower, but the clothing is made with lighter materials and fibers that can wick away sweat and promote its evaporation to help keep people cool. But in Ennonata, because it is just ambiently warm from the temperature of the burning souls, there is no sun, and demons don't sweat nearly as much as mortals do, their clothing is designed to be decorative and flowy. It is open so that they can be cooler from any breeze, and it reflects a culture that has a very limited concept of modesty.

And the way that clothing and jewelry are used to denote occupation makes me fucking insane!!!! Pets get piercings on their genitals! Outside of just blatantly having them wearing cuffs or chains which could be mistaken as the marks of a slave, this makes it impossible for them to ever escape because they are as good as branded (slaves are the ones who actually get branded in this society), because anyone who ever sees them naked will know what they were supposed to be! The Prince barely bothers with jewelry, but all of the other higher up demons drape themselves in symbols of wealth and luxury to showcase how much power they have. This decadence from those kinds of demons is meant to parallel how "new money" people tend to go for flash while "old money" people go for more classic designs of an extremely high quality. But!! There's another layer of it for Shigaraki because he is on the "new money" side of this equation! He started off enslaved as a gladiator, and rose to the position of Prince! He should be, more than anyone, trying to showcase how powerful and wealthy he is now, but he doesn't!! What does that say about him as a character? I can't wait to get into it!!!

Uh, yeah, I have a lot of feelings about Prince's Consort, sorry for exploding about them

[roobiedo]

oc-tober 2024 day 10 & 11: personality & symbolism/themes

the kids you probably need to worry about

more leftoverse babies! they're definitely opposites personality-wise, but they both also happen to have the most symbolic roles throughout the story i think? lets just say their journeys include pretty strong pseudo-religious allegories hh

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first up is Mia, or registered alias 'Illumia', who will also go by the codename 'Chamialeon' (hence the symbol) during the... not so bright parts of her future career. Which is ironic, because glowing brightly is kind of her main thing! though due to light manipulation, she can also turn invisible, which is why the moniker stuck. she eventually also figures out how to temporarily siphon her target's powers (literally 'stealing their spotlight'), giving her another layer of camouflage.

Mia is high energy even in her broodiest moments (many such cases). among the main cast, she easily draws the most attention and speaks the loudest, even without ever using her voice! she has a wiiild arc as far as archetypes go, changing from spoiled princess to ruthless rebel to spiritual leader by the end of things. she would be a leia stan yeah

alsoooo that is not the actual cover image for 'It's My Turn Now' but there's no way im putting the d*sney logo anywhere near my art lol. i don't know who that man is. Sorry to miss palmer

also2 yeah mushrooms aren't flora my bad. sunflower then

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next is Pepin, who usually goes by Piper (and Clyde calls him Pip sometimes). he's the forever baby of the group and my poor precious good boy who can do no wrong!!1! 🥺💚 ok that's not true, he always tries his best and has an empathetic soul, but life's hard when you're the unwilling Chosen One who has to constantly dodge prophecies and legacies while carrying the weight of the world on your tiny shoulders. he goes through sososo much :( i love him sososo much :(

Piper's a real laid-back, pacifist type that keeps getting bombarded by Stress and Duties. as such, he's no stranger to skipping classes/responsibilities to go chill somewhere hidden away from the world, which is usually in a forest due to his affinity with nature. many think his thing is controlling plants and healing, and it certainly looks that way, but more accurately its cellular regeneration control. a talent this impressive puts many targets on his back, but luckily he's in good hands until he decides his own destiny <3

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[cosmiclion]

If you thought I couldn't outdo myself more with the fluff for this AU then you haven't seen my true power yet 😈

I don't know if I got OCiel's bangs right but, realistically speaking, human hair never stays in the same place, that's how physics works so whatever lmao.

Anyway, trying to write a Black Butler AU with some fluff where Sebastian and Ciel have a parent-child like relationship WHILE keeping them in-character (Sebas more than Ciel tbh) and still basing it on canon material but making changes and making said changes make sense requires a bit of work ngl.

I mean, I know it's just a project I'm doing for fun and technically there's nothing stopping me from going nuts and making them completely OOC and disregarding canon at all, but I feel then it'd become a separate story with new, original characters who simply happen to be inspired by Kuro (which is also okay, and who knows, maybe in the future I'll repurpose the whole thing to create my own Kuro-inspired original story, even if I don't think I'll ever fully lose interest in Kuro, this cursed series has me in a chokehold lmao). Full ramble under the cut.

Sebastian is the hardest one to write, though I think I'm finally more or less figuring it out. I didn’t want to write him as suddenly learning to love the way humans do thanks to the power of cute children or something, as it just didn't feel natural (or I couldn't personally make it feel natural, I know other people have managed to write that concept very well). What I have so far is that when he does act nurturing he’s simply imitating the behavior of human parents he has observed, but he doesn’t love the kid the same way humans do because he literally doesn’t have that ability. BUT that doesn’t mean he feels nothing at all and that it doesn’t mean anything to Ciel, after all this weird creature is the one who saved his life and raised him with care and patience. The closest comparison I can think of is the relationship between people and “unusual” pets like reptiles, amphibians, insects, etc. We know they can’t love us the way other people (or even other mammals) would but that doesn’t make our bond any less significant! Some bits of canon material also come in handy here, for example I based the fact that familiar Sebas finds Ciel adorable as a kitten on the canon fact that he likes squishing his cheeks because they remind him of a cat's paws 😂 Just know he's an awkward demon who doesn't know how to human but is doing his best 🥺

I think in Ciel’s case I have more freedom since he is, after all, human, and a human’s personality is strongly shaped by their environment and life experiences. Like, what exactly counts as making a character OOC? Sure, I can agree that in a fanwork set in the exact same universe with the exact same events as in canon there’s some things a character would never say or do, but I think AUs were created as a way to explore what-if scenarios. What if this character had been raised by different people? What if they had grown up in a different place? What if this or that event hadn’t happened or had gone differently? Tbh I think it’s just fun to explore endless possibilities, it’s maybe a form of character analysis in some way. And if we think about it, canonverse Ciel was originally sweet, shy and affectionate, and if he’s the complete opposite now it’s only because he went through an utterly horrific and traumatic event that forced him to grow up before his time and toughen himself up because it left him with little to no support system, on top of having to be hyper vigilant because the only thing that "saved" him from that is a literal demon who wants his soul and is haunting him.

So I just wanted to create this alternative timeline where maybe things aren’t as terrible, or they start out as terrible but then some good things come from the most unexpected sources. Ciel is five years younger and thus has more time to process everything and try to heal as he grows up. Sebas isn’t entirely a bastard and willingly does nice things for the child, even if he still doesn’t understand human needs, and while he stills views him as a potential meal (at least at the beginning) he's actually respectful. There’s another demon who understands humans all too well and is happy to lend a hand. His friends and the relatives he has left are more involved in his life. So Ciel more or less has a support system now, albeit a weird dysfunctional one, and doesn’t entirely lose his sweetness (also like... he's 5/6 at the beginning of the story, we really can't expect a preschooler to be an edgy emo who craves violence and revenge ☠️). I imagine he grows up to be just as calculating and cunning as canonverse Ciel, maybe even just as ruthless in his job because it’s a requirement, and is still pretty much a little shit, but this Ciel is not as cold and undemonstrative. He’s still very much an introvert who prefers to be left alone, but he smiles (as in genuinely smile) more often and it’s a little easier for him to express emotions and feelings (more through actions than words, but still meaningful). Hell he may allow himself to be playful and silly sometimes if he’s in the moment.

And if it wasn’t clear from the picture, little Ciel ADORES Sebastian. Sure he's (understandably) a bit skittish around him at first, but once they bond he comes to fully view him as a parental figure. Yes, he's hurt, sad and traumatized, but he's still a resilient little kid, and with enough kindness Sebas can coax his old self to come out of his shell, and until the kid becomes more independent they're like a mama duck and her lil duckling. Their constant banter and bickering when he's older is more a teens being teens thing than anything.

[samuelroukin]

I’m obsessed with your vampire lore, and I don’t want any spoilers but I was wondering if you’ve shared any of your headcanons or world-building outside of your fic itself?

I’ve been trying to keep track: It can’t be dead blood, can be bagged but fresh is better (and Soap is best!!!!). He needs to sleep, but sun won’t burn him. Regenerative powers if he’s fed, otherwise could be in trouble if hurt. Vamps are pretty rare (???). Super fast, very powerful. Garlic is a myth. Mirrors are (a myth?). He has super hearing and smell, but not reading minds. The bites are kinda a soul bonding thing that connects him to Soap and he can send touch back through (but I’m wondering if this is ONLY with Soap, who is very compatible— or it’s any partner). And his blood can heal humans, but it’s not allowed.

Did I miss anything? Told ya I’m obsessed, sorry 😅

omg thank you! i feel like for a vampire au it's preddy boring actually so that's 🥺🙏 i have not, other than maybe musing on things randomly, mostly i keep track of Important Bits in my notes doc, the rest i decide as i go lol

right on the blood, fresh is best and most vamps have some preference for blood types. soap is best bc he's tasty af but no more than any other fresh o pos would be (to ghost anyway) but someone's got a litttttttle bit of a crush stalkerish obsession lol and that makes it/him nearly irresistible

ghost sleeps a lot less than humans but yeah he does need rest. sun won't burn them to a crisp, but going out in direct sunlight without covering up does hurt. it kinda depends on how well fed they are how long/well they can do it, but covered up it's fine. ghost went with his whole Thing, but others could just wear long sleeves and a sun hat or umbrella and be alright.

are they rare, or do they want to be perceived as rare???

mirrors are a not a myth but no longer apply, it's the silver backing and modern mirrors don't use that any more

some vampires can read minds, some can't. ghost can't, but spoilers. same as the bite specifics lol.

and yeah his blood can heal humans up to a point, it's only not allowed in the military though, out in the world there are no regulations. there's no overspanning authority keeping an eye on them, they blend into society too easily and (most) keep to themselves and insular communities. so a big city group might have self-enforced rules but another might not. and not every vampire would abide anyway. i hc that some of them (that aren't worn out by hundreds of years of misery) become doctors/firefighters etc to use their powers for good. others don't really give a fuck about humans lol

[onlyjaeyun]

zadie oh my goodness the way your brain works and how you put your ideas into writing is actually so crazy good like the way you tied everything together with the plot in the recent chap was insane..your brain is so sexy😮‍💨

but i’m actually so speechless at how batshit crazy yn’s brothers are like….bragging about shit like that is so fucked i hope mingyu and the other men knock them tf out😭

i also feel so bad for yn bc that girl has been through so much but the fact that jongie is so reassuring and telling her to trust him that no one is going to touch even a single strand of her hair as long as he’s alive is just so…SEXY like jongseong using his power for good makes him a billion times more attractive😌

thank u for making my day everyday <3 i hope ur staying warm and taking care of urself zadie baby!! happy holidays my love!! mwahh💋💗🤍

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pls i will cry ive been doubting my writing and story link g skills for so long so your words are everything i needed to hear, thank you SO much baby 🥺💞

yeah, i warned you guys that they're batshit like to the point where they don't even have an ounce of empathy of humanity left in their bones 💔 and dw, mingyu's gonna take good care of them once jong's done 🤭

you know me, i love making my fmcs a little emotionally damaged just to give them a dream of a man like sb!jongie to heal their hearts the way they deserve it 🫣 i love him in this fic so much like he's such a gentle soul and exactly what she needs, they're my babies and im so happy you like them just as much baby!🥺💞

bless your sweet soul, i always always always appreciate your asks so much, thank you baby! sending you the fattest kiss and wishing you happy holidays, take care of yourself!!!🥺💞

[wordbunch]

hope your day improves!! 🫶🫶

if you could hang out with any lotr/trop character for the day, who would it be and what would you guys do?

if you could ask tolkien one unanswered question about the lore, what would it be? OR if you could somehow convince him to change something about the existing lore, what would it be?

if you could make any two characters from lotr or trop interact for a day, who would it be and why?

if you could change the race of a lotr/trop character, which race would you change them to? (i.e. making elrond a hobbit, sam a wizard, etc)

also, do you have any theories on what's going to happen next season of trop? :)

hi cutie!! ahh thank you for all these wonderfully distracting questions, honestly they're MUCH appreciated! 😌💖 i just put on a facemask and i'm ready to chill out a bit so here we go! 👀

ATM I would love to hang out with Merry and Pippin (a package deal oops) because I am in need of some tomfoolery and activities that require no braincells 😂 pls let me just roll down a grassy hill and laugh without a care in the world 🥺🥺🥺

I can't wait to meet JRRT in the afterlife and bombard him with questions 🤓 I would atm ask for help with my english thesis LMAO, but I would definitely make him add more cool women into his stories!!! 😤

I'd love to see (again just self-indulgent fun lksjlgkha 🤭) TROP Isildur, a certified baby and also a troublemaker, just hang out in the shire and be stupid with the hobbits, it would heal my soul🥰🥰🥰 but if we go for sth more serious, he needs to have a proper conversation with Aragorn and sort out some issues oops 👀

OMG I'd make Sam an elf for a day because he's so fascinated by them and just has massive heart eyes for everything they do!!!! it'd be so pure to see how he would act as an actual elf; also give him ultra magical plant growing powers ✨🌷💚

As of right now I have no theories (sadly) but I miss the show and look forward to seeing more 🥺 I would like to see more about the Istari because they fascinate me a lot and i want more info about the whole wizard lore!!! 😍😍😍😍

thanks again for this, i'm sending you a hundred hugs!!! ✨

[victimofthemusic]

Ok. For the DVD Commentary (it was very hard to choose a passage - this is one of the best fics in the fandom imo):

"Finally, Xavier’s eyes move from her face to her shoulder and he whispers, “Can I see it?”

Surprised and slightly taken aback, her first reaction is to say no, to admonish him for being greedy and asking too much of her, for taking more than she’s willing to give. 

But then she does what she refused to do last semester: she allows herself to look at him, really look at him, allows herself to see what he’s been trying to give her all along and she finds her own fears reflected back at her, the same fears she keeps under lock and key and buried six feet down in the depths of her soul. The same ones he allows to play out on his face, lurking like shadows in the depths of his eyes, his proverbial heart on his sleeve for her to see and hold and do with as she pleases, if she so wishes. 

It hits her, then, like a proverbial arrow to the shoulder, that the scar she bears on her shoulder was originally meant for his heart, the same heart he bears to her now. The same heart she almost died protecting by making the choice to step in front of that arrow. That same arrow that he shot originally to protect her, even though she had done everything she could to prove she didn’t need to be saved. This scar binds them together, connecting them in a way that’s unchangeable and undeniable, as sacred as any vow or promise that could be uttered between two people and even though it’s been imprinted into her skin forever, it’s Xavier’s scar, too. This piece of her body is no longer just hers, it belongs to him, too. "

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Oh my gosh first things first--thank you so much @jandjsalmon for not just participating, but for saying such sweet things and for even reading this fic in the first place🥺❤️

And secondly, I'm going to tell you a secret--this is my favorite scene in this entire fic and I'm so happy this is the one you chose🖤

I struggled a lot with this fic--I have four different drafts sitting in my google docs and I kept re-writing and re-writing, because I was so nervous about my portrayal of Wednesday and for some reason, I kept thinking back to that scene in the last episode, where she takes the arrow for Xavier and I kept getting stuck on the significance of what that meant--quite literally putting your own life on the line for someone else, sticking your neck out for someone in order to keep them safe, to protect them in such a visceral way. And for me, that little moment, that's signifies Wednesday's shift in her feelings for Xavier--or at least, an unconscious acknowledgement of what she feels for him.

And my thoughts kind of...spiraled from there.

It's hinted at throughout the show that Xavier and Wednesday are somehow linked--not only are their powers similar, but Wednesday keeps getting compared--by both Goody and Morticia-- to a raven throughout the show and in the first episode, Xavier is seen painting a mural of ravens. They also have a habit of saving each other--Wednesday saving Xavier from being burned alive in his Godmother's coffin and Xavier pushing her out of the way of the gargoyle in the first episode.

It just seems to be this pattern, this cycle, of them looking out for each other, protecting each other and I really wanted some physical evidence of that, tangible proof to tell that story.

And that's when I realized, the only scar--physically, at least-- Wednesday would carry from that night would be the one left behind by the arrow. Goody healed her stab wounds, but this one scar--she would have that one forever. And it's one she bears because she stepped in front of that arrow to save Xavier's life.

Wednesday is a very solitary creature, who is admittedly selfish, likes control, has self-preservation instincts a mile wide and doesn't do things without thinking it through and this scar, to me, would contradict all of these things--tangible proof that for one moment, she didn't think, she put someone before herself and risked her life to save someone else. And not just anyone, but Xavier--someone who she felt she couldn't trust, but I would also wager to believe she knew she could trust him, but didn't understand why she knew that, why her body seemed to know that and she projected that suspicion onto him.

And I felt like this scar would be something Wednesday would struggle to come to terms with--because of everything it represented to her. And I think the memory of how she got that scar, what she did to earn it, would be something that held a significance to Wednesday.

(And it didn't escape my notice--or Wednesdays--that the scar would be shaped like an X, too😏)

And to me, this scene, it shows Wednesday surrendering to a truth that she's known all along--that Xavier is a part of her, that they're lives are linked, somehow, someway and for someone who struggles with emotions like Wednesday, this would be the only way she'd be able to show him that. And I think that would mean more to Xavier than anything else--Wednesday, bearing this part of herself to him, because it says more than those three words could.

(Wednesday would totally be the type to romanticize scars and this is a hill I'll die on)

Scars tell stories--where we've been, what we've been through, what we've survived--and once I latched onto this concept, the writing of this story happened organically and came so naturally, it wrote itself.

I'm so sorry for this long winded rant, I swear I didn't mean to make it this long and I will give you so much credit if you bother to read any of this rambling over just a five hundred word section of a fic.

Sigh.

Music is a big part of how I write and in case you're interested the top five songs I listened to when writing this were:

1). Snow on the Beach by Taylor Swift

2). Maroon By Taylor Swift

3). Labyrinth By Taylor Swift

4). California by Lana Del Rey

5). Anyone Else by PVRIS

And a bonus track:

6). Strangeness And Charm by Florence + the Machine

I hope you enjoyed this little bit (ha, more like a lot of bit, again I'm so sorry💀) of commentary and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did and thank you for giving me the opportunity to ramble about something I'm so very passionate about❤️

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[eleanor-bradstreet]

Sometimes the stars just align. My heart was in need of some comfort this week and you posted this incredible story that helped mend it in so many ways 💙 Ben’s self doubt and frustration - it spoke to me. The hopeful, transformative power of love - it filled me with warm fuzzies. And peppered all throughout are your wonderful, characteristic little bits of humor and nods. 🥹 It was so much more than I imagined when you described the prompt, ngl. Every scene is vital, every emotion is so poignant. This has already made it onto my favorites list for your stories.

Omg just the opening. “A familial insurance policy…your whole existence can seem like a contingency plan.” So succinct and cuttingly true. Ouch 🥺

Baby Ben having his archery success so completely ignored 😭😭 “Perhaps next time, they will notice.” Ahhhhhhhhhhh!! He is already learning to quietly shoulder the oversights. To curl in on himself and accept that he’ll never be the center of attention. My babbbbbyyyyyyyyyyyyy 😩😩😩😩😩😩

The debutante and mama’s commentary at the ball, how she can do better. Reminded me so much of Ben’s anxieties around the masquerade in AOFAG. He ONLY became a catch because the titled one was taken, and even then, no one knew his name. Always the Number Two. The Tall One. The consolation prize, as you so aptly put. 

Then you RIP my heart RIGHT THE FUCK OUT by describing Violet and Ben’s first ball since they lost Edmund 😭😭😭😭😭 This is a scenario of their grief I never pictured before. Only Ant and Ben would have been old enough to go out in society at that point, and the primary purpose would be to scout for the next Viscountess and try to inject a bit more stability into their family. But Anthony doesn’t go. 💔 Omg the VOLUMES this speaks for all these characters!! Anthony doesn’t go because he doesn’t want to be addressed as the Viscount or receive anyone’s condolences. He doesn’t want to be reminded of the pain he’s trying so desperately to avoid. He doesn’t want to find a match because he refuses to love. He is probably exhausted from seeing Violet’s grief too and just can’t bear it in public. So he goes to drown his sorrows. But where does that leave Violet? Bereft and dependent upon the one other child that could be considered something of an adult - Ben. His role as emotional laborer and support animal is kicked into high gear as he has to step up and try to heal the hearts Anthony is too crushed to acknowledge. “Their burdens may be different, but the wish to escape them is often not” *screaming* You packed so much into a small scene here, it’s expertly done. “her whole bodyweight seeming to use him as her literal pillar of support. As he escorts her around the room, he is filled with admiration at her brave face. He can see the overwhelming sadness in her eyes every time the word dowager is invoked, and his heart cracks a little at the loneliness he can feel emanating from his mother’s very soul.” 😭😭 I’M TOAST.

Then Miss Bradstreet, omg 🤣🤣🥹🥹🫶🫶 You are too sweet to pop her in here. I was cackling with glee! To think she made Benedict’s palms sweat… 😮‍💨 Then I got a bit peeved at her when she was so dismissive to Ben. But like…who could say no to Anthony either?!?!? I just want to shake her and scream “GO FOR THEM BOTH, GIRL! SWOON SO THEY BOTH HAVE TO PICK YOU UP AND CARRY YOU INTO THE SHADE! INSIST THAT YOU NEED ONE ON EACH ARM TO WALK YOU BACK TO SAFETY!!!” I feel like maybe she didn’t have her wits about her that day. Or she’s blind in one eye from some dreadful embroidery incident. That’s the only way she could pick one over the other rather than just hyperventilating at them both 🤪🤪

Then we get to Reader - a fatherless second daughter, how absolutely perfect so that she can understand where Ben is coming from. 🥹 The way you describe the love at first sight, the sensations and chemistry just tearing through both of them - its gorgeous. I was holding my breath, so so happy for them both 💙

“A tall, baby-faced young man” pppfffttttt 🤣🤣 I immediately knew who that was. Bravo.

The hand kiss….THE HAND KISS!!! NEVER UNDERESTIMATE THE POWER OF THE HAND KISS!!!! 😍😍

All of Benedict’s fantasies - the cottage life, the garden, and you loop back around to the archery!! FUCKING BEAUTIFUL FAYE!!! At last someone who will acknowledge his skill and join in the fun with him 🥹🥹🥹 Fourteen years he’s been waiting and now he has found The One. I’M EXPLODING INTO RAINBOWS OVER HERE 🌈🌈🌈

“and finally, the image that truly knocks the wind out of him, you naked under him, desperately moaning his name as you move together, entwined in ecstasy.” Oh shit 🥵🥵 well, this is Faye’s fics after all 😉 hot damn

“Benedict,” his name feels wonderful in your mouth, like a gift from the heavens. -yep, that’s what it feels like 😅

“ruffling his hair as you move to fix his cravat; it definitely needs to be more jaunty, in your opinion.” AAAHHHHH!!! Thank youuuuuu!!!!! 😁😁😁😂😂😂🫶🫶🫶

Guhhh, their conversation before the gallery. He still has these insecurities, so deeply ingrained he’ll probably never truly banish them. But he can dismiss them once they arise thanks to Reader’s reassurance. He has his own family now where he is the protector and provider - the one and only. First in everyone’s hearts 💙 And it’s so incredible and novel to him, he just gazes in wonder. I can’t….🥹🥹

“Thank you, my love, for being the light of my life; for always making this second son your first choice.” The bow on top. The perfect conclusion. So beautiful. 👏👏👏💓💓💓

Everything you write bowls me over but this one gave me an extra knock around the block. You take short and sometimes vague prompts and weave so much magic with them - you are so talented. This is sweet but not treacly; it addresses real angsty feelings that are completely canon for the characters; it explores our favorite character in a nuanced and important way; and the happy ending is so satisfying. I needed this. I love this. It’s amazing. You’re amazing. 💙

Second Son

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: The second son is, for once, the first choice...

Warnings: none really... mild angst, family dynamics, love at first sight.

Word Count: 2.9k

Authors Note: Request fill for anon here, about Benedict being the second choice for everything.... until his love turns up. Thanks for this request; I hope this is angsty enough for you anon. Im not sure about it tbh. Sorry that it's taken more than three months to get to it on my WIP list. Unbetaed. Enjoy <3

Benedict Bridgerton was born into privilege and can have few complaints. Except perhaps that he is always second. The spare. The just-in-case option. Being a familial insurance policy lends one more freedom than the burden of being the titled first son, perhaps, but it also feels like your whole existence, in some respects, can seem like a contingency plan.

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His stomach swoops with excitement as the arrow pierces the target dead on the bullseye. And on his first ever archery lesson, just after his twelfth birthday.

He turns around to see if anyone is there to witness his triumph, but it goes unmarked. All his young siblings gathered around Anthony, patting him on the back for his achievements in doing the same moments before. Being a good shot is an essential skill for the next Viscount indeed. The fact that he has been receiving instruction for months already and this is Benedict’s first lesson hurts a little.

But he doesn't bother to bring attention to his arguably more impressive feat. It seems pointless now. Wordlessly he shrugs and walks towards the target, plucking out his arrow and starting again. Perhaps next time, they will notice.

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“Is that the new Viscount Bridgerton?” Benedict hears a young girl murmur as he sweeps into the first societal event of the season, the spring following his father's death. 

“Oh no, my dear, sadly not; I believe that is one of the brothers,” her mother replies, acting as if he has no sense of hearing, even trying to ignore it as he is, surveying the crowd.

“Such a shame,” the young girl huffs, “he is so very handsome.”

“Yes, dear, but sadly not titled. We can do better,” her mother chides, moving them along out of earshot.

He will never get over how cutthroat the Ton can be, a part of his tender seventeen-year-old heart sinking. Not that he had a potential interest in that girl, more the principle that he will somehow be rendered as an also-ran, at best a consolation prize, for the rest of his life.

What is most galling, perhaps, is that, when his mother needs their presence the most on a night like tonight, the new VIscount is nowhere to be seen. Has not even bothered to show his face, running off to some spurious gambling den and brothel, spending the night indulging himself rather than facing society. 

So here Benedict is, stepping up to play the dutiful son that his elder brother should be. Being the support their mother so desperately needs at her first event as a widow, her arm looped heavily through his, her whole bodyweight seeming to use him as her literal pillar of support. As he escorts her around the room, he is filled with admiration at her brave face. He can see the overwhelming sadness in her eyes every time the word dowager is invoked, and his heart cracks a little at the loneliness he can feel emanating from his mother’s very soul. 

“Tis a shame the Viscount did not deign the first event of the season worthy of his patronage,” she states pointedly as she sips champagne.

“I am sure he has very good reasons for his absence,” Benedict replies soothingly, covering for his errant brother, attempting to shield their mother from the truth of his philandering ways. Benedict knows it is Anthony’s way of dealing with the responsibility of the title of Viscount being thrust upon him so young. But sometimes, just sometimes, Benedict wishes he could escape his grief in such a manner, Anthony taking his turn attending a stuffy ball and playing guardian to a grieving woman. Their burdens may be different, but the wish to escape them is often not, Benedict realises.

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She catches his eye at a garden party at Aubrey Hall. She is a pretty young lady, maybe eighteen to his twenty-three, with bright eyes and a sweet, happy face. She makes his palms slightly sweaty. He watches her from a distance, uncertain how to approach or what to say, feeling a little tongue-tied, even. 

Just then, Anthony materialises at his shoulder.

“Who is that pretty young thing?” Anthony asks, tracing Benedict’s line of sight.

“Miss Bradstreet,” he replies, watching as she turns to face the sun, closing her eyes, basking in its warmth. The light captures her cheekbones perfectly, and he itches to have his sketchbook and capture her likeness. He would very much like to get to know her better.

“Let's go provide a warm welcome,” Anthony smirks, clapping a hand on Benedict’s shoulder and practically dragging him across the lawn.

Benedict reluctantly follows, a flutter of excitement as her eyes land upon them as they approach. 

“Miss Bradstreet,” Anthony swaggers. “Viscount Bridgerton at your service; I am so very pleased to be your host today,” he bows.

Benedict's stomach plunges as he watches her practically melt into the lawn right there, virtually swooning at Anthony’s feet.

“Oh, and this is my brother, Benedict,” Anthony adds, almost as an afterthought. 

She flicks her head to the side briefly to politely acknowledge Benedict before returning to Anthony. All of her undivided adoring attention on him as he regales the story of his latest hunting triumphs upon her insistence. Benedict heaves a sigh and watches as yet another young lady he likes chooses his brother over him. He is almost used to it now, but it doesn't stop the sting every time.

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Your world grinds to a halt as you see him. He is descending the stairs with what you assume is the rest of his family. He is very much in the middle of a tight circle, walking behind what appears to be his mother and perhaps older brother. Quite the most beautiful man you have ever seen, your heart pounding in your ears, your throat suddenly dry despite the lemonade in your hand. You assume they must be the hosts, seeing as they are the very last to enter the ballroom here at Bridgerton House, and there is no announcement of their name.

“Who is that?” you whisper, leaning towards your elder sister. She has been out among society for a year and knows the Ton better than you.

“That is the Bridgerton family, of course,” she replies. “Illustrious in the extreme. Our hosts for this evening. The Viscount there is the most eligible bachelor of every season… and every season, he has resisted a match. So I wouldn't bother if I were you,” she sniffs.

“Which is the Viscount?” you check, your eyes unable to leave the beautiful man with a cravat tied in the most unconventional fashion.

“The one with his arm looped with their mother, the dowager Viscountess, naturally,” your sister rolls her eyes as if patently obvious.

“And what of the others?” you inquire keenly, realising the man you admire cannot be the one your sister is referring to. “Do you know their names?”

“I do not,” she admits, “such things are not really important when one is looking for a titled husband,” she points out airily. 

You nod, knowing the responsibility your sister must carry as firstborn to find a suitable match that can provide for your widowed mother and, indeed, perhaps yourself and your younger sister should neither of you be able to find a husband. You don’t envy her position one little bit. 

You are, however, desperate to get closer to the most beautiful man you have ever seen. And so you spend your evening working towards them, in as polite of a fashion as you can, your stomach in knots of excitement to know him.

“Dowager Viscount Bridgerton, it is an honour and a pleasure to meet you,” you curtsy, heart pounding as he now stands a few feet away, unable to look at him so close by.

“Hello, my dear and you are?” she asks politely.

“Miss y/n y/l/n, it is my very first season; I am so honoured to be here,” you explain. “I must provide the apologies of my mother, Mrs y/l/n, who could not attend tonight due to a cold, but she is so very thankful for the invitation.”

“Oh, of course,” the viscountess smiles. “I am so sorry to hear of her illness; please pass on my best regards… Anthony!” she turns to her side to grab the attention of a man. The viscount’s head whips around from where he is in discussion with another. “Come meet Miss y/l/n,” she needles pointedly. “Miss y/l/n, this is the Viscount Anthony Brdgerton, and he is so pleased not only to make your acquaintance but also for your presence here tonight,” she welcomes on his behalf, and you do not miss the subtle nudge in the ribs she gives him.

Then his regard is drawn to you. He is handsome certainly, and you appreciate his polite but absent-minded greeting. His attentions are obviously elsewhere, but then you cannot fault him as yours are the same. Your gaze strays over his shoulder to the man who first captures your attention. And your breath is stolen by how his hazy blue eyes stare intently at you.

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Benedict is twenty-six years old when he is struck by lightning. Not literally. But that is the sensation that runs through his body when he first lays eyes on you—politely introducing yourself to his mother and thanking her for your invitation to this ball. 

He thought he knew what attraction was until this point. He thought he knew the depths to which one could fall in love in an instant. He was an utter fool. He looks at you, and at once, everything is so quiet and loud all at once. He is desperate to know you in a way he has never felt. To grab your hand, take you somewhere, and ask you a million questions to get to know your soul. He also wants to kiss you so much that his lips tingle. And inside, his lungs want to scream as his mother does the natural thing and introduces the beautiful, polite young lady to her most eligible son… Anthony. 

Then his heart jolts as your eyes stray from Anthony and meets his, your pupils dilating in a way that makes his lungs too small to inhale air. It is the first and only time a young woman has had Anthony’s full attention and has looked away from it. And to him, no less. The tidal flood of chemicals in his system makes it feel like he is vibrating in his very shoes.

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You try your best to be polite and look at Anthony as he speaks, but your sight is drawn to this other man like a moth to a flame. From appearance, the second son, as you are the second daughter. A flare of understanding and sympathy in your chest as to how that is. You want to grab his hand and run away with him.

“My lord,” you find your voice and snap your eyes back to the Viscount, “would you do me the honour of introducing me to the rest of your wonderful family?” your ask, almost timid.

He looks temporarily taken aback, as if mystified why anyone in the Ton would care about the status of anyone beyond his mother and himself. You smile at him expectantly and do not miss, from the corner of your eye, how the beautiful man’s face is awash with surprise at your request.

“Oh, most certainly,” Anthony seems to snap out of his temporary stupor and turns to introduce his siblings in attendance. A tall, baby-faced young man stands to attention as Anthony moves from left to right. “This is Colin; he has just returned from his travels in Greece,” you nod and smile politely, knowing nothing of the subject. “And this is my sister, Eloise; it is her first season, and she is not in the slightest bit happy about that,” he adds dryly, and you can't help but giggle and feel a kinship with the spirited young lady who returns your wry smile. “My eldest sister, the Duchess of Hastings, who is visiting us,”

You curtsy and bow your head. “It is an honour, your Grace,” you add, and she smiles sweetly at you, her arm looped in her mother's.

“Obviously, you have met my mother,” he continues, and suddenly he is the last in the line. You feel your palms clench, sweaty in anticipation of learning his name “... and this is my brother, Benedict; he hopes to be an artist.”

You are finally brave enough to meet his eyes again. He is so achingly beautiful that the rest of his family, indeed the whole ballroom, melt away from your view—he is all you can see.

“Oh, I adore art,” you stutter, mesmerised, offering your hand to him, the first and only person in the family you do so to. Unseen by you, your gaze only on one man, Anthony’s mouth drops open in surprise.

Nothing can prepare you for when Benedict’s gloved hand gently touches yours, him bowing to kiss the back of your hand. You catch a woody citrus scent that makes your mouth water as he does so. And then you feel the warmth of his lips through your glove, and you are utterly undone.

“Miss y/l/n,” he rumbles quietly, the sound making your insides melt even more; it's deep and resonant and makes every inch of your body tingle.

“Please call me y/n,” you murmur, moving closer, knowing how scandalous that might be, but seemingly unable to stop yourself. He has a hypnotic hold over you that you don't want to fight.

“Only if you shall call me Benedict,” he breathes, and it takes Anthony clearing his throat to make you spring apart, suddenly remembering where you are.

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His lips touch the silk of your glove, and he is gone. 

Already planning a future, his mind supplying images of you at his cottage out in the country, the lady of the house. Tending to the herb garden, reading happily curled up in front of the fire in the drawing room, fearlessly plucking a bow as you stand in front of joint archery targets gently teasing him for losing to a girl, and finally, the image that truly knocks the wind out of him, you naked under him, desperately moaning his name as you move together, entwined in ecstasy.

He hears your sharp inhale, and his heart skips at the idea you feel it too. That you are the first woman ever that sees him and not Anthony. Really sees him. Not as the second son. Not as a consolation prize. 

And when your body seems to sway towards him, he is already mentally asking his mother for a betrothal ring from her grandmother, which she said she is keeping just for him.

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“Benedict,” his name feels wonderful in your mouth, like a gift from the heavens. “Please, may we take a turn around the gardens?” you implore, the boldest you have ever been in your whole life. 

“It would be my very greatest pleasure,” he responds.

And you know with absolute certainty you have met your husband, the father of your children, your very future. 

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“It is not as if this is my show….” he sighs.

“You should not do that, darling,” you say affectionately, ruffling his hair as you move to fix his cravat; it definitely needs to be more jaunty, in your opinion.

“Do what?” he breathes, his wedding ring catching the light as he places his hands gently over yours and stills your motions.

“Think of yourself as second,” you argue, running your hand over his cheek. “This gallery opening may feature others' work too, but you are the star of the exhibit,” you reassure, tilting his forehead down so it rests upon yours.

There it is again. That look that always floors you. Even now, a year later. Like you are the most wondrous creature, and he can scarcely believe you are his.

“Never forget, you will always be first to me,” you utter fiercely, watching his eyes soften with devotion. “And not just me….” you guide his sizeable warm hand onto the swell of your belly, “to us. We love you so much, Benedict,” your tone is ardent, wanting him to believe he deserves this recognition, that he should believe in himself the way that you do.

“I love you, too,” he responds quietly, reverentially. “So very much. Both of you are my whole world,” his voice choked with emotion, and you throw your arms around him and squeeze hard, wanting to telegraph just how much he is the very centre of your universe.

An hour later, you clutch your hands over your chest as you watch him being brought onto the raised stage and introduced to the crowd as they applaud him and his work rapturously, awaiting to hear him talk of his art. As he does so, you stroke your belly unseen under your cloak, beaming with pride for your wonderful husband.

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He sees your face in the crowd, and as ever, it calms him, especially at this landmark moment. So as he finishes the speech that he has rehearsed for days now, he decides to do something perhaps unconventional but something he seems unable to resist.

“Lastly, before I allow you back to your champagne,” he jests, finally at ease with the attention and recognition. “I want to thank my life’s inspiration, the very reason I stand before you today. My wonderful wife. Thank you, my love, for being the light of my life; for always making this second son your first choice. You will always, always be my first choice. I love you.” 

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[montanababe7]

These three prophetic words that this precious woman of God shared; describe me to a t🙏🏼🥹🥲💕☺️🥺😭💯🎯:

DIAMOND HONEYCOMB

You are a Deborah and a mother to many. I have called you as an apostolic prophetic voice for Me. You don’t want to see anyone stay the same or in the mundane but be transformed from glory to glory. I have given you have a heart for people to encounter Me and My transforming power. You desire to see people healed and whole, body, spirit, and soul. You are a visionary and a builder. You are multifaceted and gifted in many things. You are a connector and love for others to experience the healing benefits of community and relationship. I have created you to release My light and glory to many different spheres and arenas. I have placed a plumbline in your hand to determine where the adjustments should be made. I have placed My heart of love in your mouth to release healing, hope, and restoration. This next season you will really begin to see the fruit of your labors as you flow with Me from a place of rest. The plowman will overtake the reapers as you see the generational blessing unfold before your eyes.

Honeycomb-connection, community, cross pollinating, sweetness of the Lord

Honey-Holy Spirit, prophetic revelation, wisdom, anointing, healing

Honeybee-Deborah as a prophetess and judge, hard work and diligence, a friend who gives sweet, encouraging words from the heart

Diamond-reflection of God, multifaceted, spiritual clarity, refractory power of God’s light to reveal God’s truth, motherhood, birthing vision

“O taste and see that the Lord is good; How blessed is the man who takes refuge in Him!”

‭‭Psalms‬ ‭34:8‬ ‭‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“Beloved, I pray that in all respects you may prosper and be in good health, just as your soul prospers.” 3 John‬ ‭1:2‬ ‭‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“And Jesus came up and spoke to them, saying, “All authority has been given to Me in heaven and on earth. Go therefore and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all that I commanded you; and lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age.”” Matthew‬ ‭28:18-20‬ ‬‬‬‬

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I AM WITH YOU

A mother to many. You have a deep love for people and a tender heart towards children. You have a heart of a servant. You give of yourself and what you have without any hesitation. You trust Me and know Me as your Abba Father.

Your heart is to go. You love to travel and see and experience the world. You love to meet and love new people. You desire for everyone to know Me and My love. We have history, you and I. You know and have experienced My mighty right arm. I Am your Deliverer and Redeemer. I Am always with you and I always have your back. I Am very protective of you and call you as My own. You are Mine.

You love and trust My voice. You are not afraid to go out on a limb because you know I Am with you. You are not afraid to walk into the fire because you know that I Am with you. You are not afraid to walk on the water, for you know I Am with you.

“Do not fear, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name; you are Mine! When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; And through the rivers, they will not overflow you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be scorched, Nor will the flame burn you. For I am the Lord your God."

Isaiah 43:1‭-‬3 ‬‬

"Pure and undefiled religion in the sight of our God and Father is this: to visit orphans and widows in their distress, and to keep oneself unstained by the world."

James 1:27

"Go therefore and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit."

Matthew 28:19

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FIELD OF DAISIES

Daisies symbolize innocence and purity. They also represent motherhood and new beginnings. The Father has given you a kind, nurturing and gentle spirit. He sees you as a mother to many. You are full of compassion and have a heart to hear the burdens of others. You are a faithful friend. I saw David’s harp. For like David you are a worshiper. You love to sit in His presence and be with your Savior. Like David, you carry wisdom beyond your years. People trust you and look to you for council and guidance. You are gentle in correction and understand the importance of a soft answer. You love deeply, passionately and fully. I saw the field of flowers representing the place of rest and joy in the Lord. Take time to rest and enjoy the precious season you are in. He has anointed you and is filling you to overflowing. His goodness is chasing after you. He is leading and guiding you by His Spirit. In Him is perfect peace.

“The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures; He leads me beside quiet waters. He restores my soul; He guides me in the paths of righteousness For His name’s sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; You have anointed my head with oil; My cup overflows. Surely goodness and lovingkindness will follow me all the days of my life, And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.” Ps. 23

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[king-maven-calore]

Oh please, please, please share your headcanons for ptolemus and wren. They're my faves and I'm starved for content of any kind lol!

My time has come...

Ptolemus has a lot of tattoos. He's a relatively chill dude, not like hyper violent at all times. If his first reaction is to resort to aggression, it is because that's how he was raised. Not as much of a misanthropist as his sister in the beginning of the books, but since he doesn't gain any further alliances (other than those close to his heart) by the end of them, he does end up surpassing her. Grows restless when bored, but he's easily entertained by casual human cruelty. Lots of bro type buddies but the only one he can stand and respects is Cal. (Yes, I'll push my Cal/Tolly bros agenda to the grave bc it's ridiculous VA didn't give Cal friends wtf. Also bc of ~angst~ and ✨drama✨ purposes) Reformed manwhore. When they were children he would nick his finger or scrape his knees on purpose to have an excuse to talk to Wren.

"You know my mom/uncle/cousin could heal this way faster, right?" she would ask, struggling to perform the most basic things since her powers hadn't "bloomed" yet.

Tolly would just stare dumbly at her and try to act tough like. "You were the closest I could find 🙄. Work faster." And add a "Please 🥺" after she gives him a cut the bullshit look.

Enter Wren, deeply compassionate but bound by duty for better or for worse (at least at the beginning). Academic queen. Despite growing up in the silver court, she resents the excess of violence they indulge in. Good friends with Elane. If she wasn't naturally a healer she might have made a good spy because she's great at picking up details and reading people. Not a fan of Ptolemus whole macho act. Doesn't bat an eyelash when he aggressively flirts with her as they grow older, or at his finely crafted attempts at seduction. Like cornering her against a bookshelf and reaching a book for her while looking at her with the full force of his panty-dropper gaze.

"Anatomy, uh? Need help to study that? I may know a perfect specimen of the male sex 😏."

To which she replies without batting an eyelash. "I already have a corpse on the dissecting table, thanks." Ducks under his arm and goes away. But secretly she's having a heart attack.

(Only simp men allowed in this house btw) Ptolemus grows increasingly frustrated, angry, and infatuated with her; she's just so enthralling when her hands delicately restore that which has been wounded, when they make whole what's missing. And he gets this feeling, like when they were kids, that he needs her in his life. That, despite her solid character, she's the softness he can't even allow himself to crave. And she's way too beautiful. Wren is so gorgeous it actually hurts (quoting TS)

Wren sees too more of the boy, almost man, that's nothing but a perfectly sharpened knife for his father to use at will. She sees the tender love he has for his sister beneath a shallow cold exterior. She wants to dive in the depths of the emotions he's been so well taught to hide, to go under the metaphorical scar tissue (bc in reality they don't have those) and reach the soft flesh, the beating heart. Wren wonders what it would be like to accept the dagger inside her heart, to allow herself the possible wound of a fling with such a ruthless man. Also, undeniably, he is a perfect specimen, especially when he's covered in his rivals' blood, face twisted in a wicked smirk.

Things finally change between them when she has to restore his hand after the events of KC. As she works, all pretenses are gone. He's just glad to have an excuse to have her close, glad they are on the same side of the war, it would have been a nightmare to be parted from her. And Wren gets to see the side of him she always knew was there. With her abilities she may restore his hand, but by coming together they restore each other's souls 🥺. And they make such a hot couple.

...K I just realized this isn't exactly what you asked... so sorry anon. I got carried away. I love them 😬

[crybabykiko]

I’m one of those witches, babe

Pairing the tr boys with diff types of witchy s/os

feat. Mikey, Mitsuya, Chifuyu, Kazutora, Wakasa, Kokonoi, Baji

pt 1/??? (maybe)

a/n: enjoy my arbitrary writing about witchcraft because I just know these mfs would fuck with it

꙳⸌♡⸍꙳ Now playing: Witches by Alice Phoebe Lou ꙳⸌♡⸍꙳

Mikey ⇢ Solitary Witch

Solitary witches are loners, not operating in a coven or group. All of their practice is under their own direction, though they may consult with dieties and spirit guides. They may chose to follow a particular sect of witchcraft (paganism, hellenism, work with orishas etc.), or choose an eclectic approach-but the main factor is that the solitary witch works alone.

Heavy is the head that wears the crown, and much like a solitary witch, Mikey chooses to take on a lot of things on his own for those he truly loves. A solo witch would understand his plight, but also be able to send him some little magical boosts while he stays none the wiser. I also think that Mikey would literally wear every single charm and trinket his witch makes with pride, and try to insert himself into the craft a bit too- it’d be really cute to see him trying to make tea out of moonwater 🥺

Mitsuya ⇢ Cosmic Witch

An astrology bitch who has everyone’s birth chart recognized. Yeah that’s your cosmic witch. They’re masters of the stars, studying astrology and astronomy in tandem with their magic. They take an active, not passive role in the celestial events, and can tell you more things about signs other than the basic “Gemini’s are two-faced” narrative.

Just thinking about how I KNOW mitsuya is also an astrology bitch bc he was sick of everyone shit talking him as a Gemini (honestly wakui should have made him an Aquarius but I digress)- and using horary charts of certain zeitgeists as trend analysis tools would also be such a smart move for him as a designer he just really needs an Astro witch to match his drip.

Chifuyu ⇢ Green Witch

Green witches harness power from nature. Green witches respect nature above all else and derive a lot of their healing methodologies and ritual tools from the earth itself, using plants/herbs/flowers. They are focused on healing mama universe and are kind to all living creatures, especially animals.

It just fits the vibe. He’s kind, and peke j is the cutest familiar. Green witches imo are the KINDEST souls in existence, and he deserves nothing but the best. Plus I can just see the pet shop being connected to a coffee shop/florist type of deal and I love that meet cute.

Kazutora ⇢ Divination Witch

Psychics/Tarot Readers/Mediums- the practice of divination takes messages and premonition-like messages from the universe and realms of spirit. Divination in itself literally means “to be inspired by (a) god.” Diviners can use tools or their own intuition to channel messages for themselves or others, and have an uncanny ability to fortell events or outcomes.

Part of me feels like Kazu is intuitive within himself- doesn’t know he can channel messages until he meets someone that can enhance his abilities. But I really think he could also become an AMAZING cartomancer (tarot/oracle reader) if he really practiced and got into his own craft.

Wakasa ⇢ Love Witch

Glamour. Beauty. Aesthetics. I LOVE love witches! They use concepts like glamour, sensuality, and pleasure to add emphasis to their manifestations, and harness the power of unconditional love in all forms for their strength.

Look me in the eyes and tell me a man with eyelashes like that doesn’t practice glamour magic…. Or use those bedroom eyes (and subsequent orgasms caused by them) for manifesting… That’s all imma say.

Kokonoi ⇢ Gray Witch

gray witches straddle the lines of black and white, having a strong sense of justice and twisting their craft to suit the situation as necessary. Masters of karma, they use their energy to redirect ~bad~ energy to where it should have gone in the first place.

Perfect for Koko’s calculating (affectionate) nature. A gray witch would help him not only gain the upper hand in his self interested pursuits, but also encourage him to soften up a bit and do what’s right when called for… would also help dissolve some of that delusion oof

Baji ⇢ Chaos Witch

Giving into it all, chaos witches believe that the most important tool in their craft is their intent. It is self directed, and derives power purely from the practitioner- in other words, the magic doesn’t make you a witch, you make the magic that makes you a witch. There’s no limit to your abilities as long as you have yourself. Chaos Magic can also sometimes use gnosis which is an altered state of consciousness that is purposefully induced and controlled by the practitioner.

Come on, Keisuke is chaos incarnate. I honestly think that Chaos would be one of his chosen deities next to someone like Hades. He needs someone to believe in him, to trust him, and to move purely from a place of centered personal power- able to freely surrender to the unknown just like him.

[mrstsung]

Raiden f/o takeover asks time! 💙⚡

Cw: its raiden. Its wholesome af ok?

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🏳️‍🌈 - What’s your sexuality?: why is this so important to you? I do not understand why mortals are concerned with this? My beloved is who I'm attracted to,and more so their heart and soul is what i find most beautiful. I could care less about trivial things such as their gender or their expressions of such. What matters most to me is their compassion.

🐋 - What’s your favorite place to bring your s/o outside of the house?: the temple gardens and it's hot springs. It's relaxing. It helps us during times of stress or even after training.

🎬 - Favorite movie you’ve watched together? Favorite TV show?: johnny cage convinced me as well as my darling to watch his movies. It made her happy,so i indulged in it. It wasn't the most accurate,however i can see where johnny cage has put the skills he has learned over the years at. I have to give him some credit for trying.

🥰 - Compliment your s/o. Just absolutely gush about them.: she is like the sun,warm and shining. She is like the cool breeze on a summer's day. She is healing waters of a hot spring. She is a gentle reassuring hand. She is comfort and home. But most of all she is the love of my life. And my greatest friend. (Raiden you big softie Romantic you 🥺💙)

🥺 - Have you ever gotten into trouble with them? Tell me about it.: i rarely see her angry. Possibly irritable,but i know the difference between her being overwhelmed emotionally. And her truly enraged. I must give you warning,my beloved is more of a storm than even i,a god of thunder am. Do not tread those waters during these times, if you wish not to invoke her wrath. But any anger at me is quickly talked through. We rarely if ever truly fight. We talk,give space if needed,nurture and comfort if necessary. As all relationships regardless of your relations should be. But since she is my lover,i most definitely wish to bring her steadiness if needed be.

🤔 - How long have you two known each other?: for a while now. She originally was appointed to me by the elder gods,i was to train and watch over her. They saw a new champion in her and much potential. But our relationship went beyond that of simple guardian and student. Fujin,my brother was the guardian of earthrealm at this time. So i could focus on her. During this time we grew closer. And it blossomed from there. And has been that way since.

⏰ - How long have you two been together?: again for a while now.

👀 - What’s your favorite feature of your s/o’s?: her eyes speak to me when words can not. But i as a god,let alone a man can appreciate the curvature of her figure. (He loves my thicc ass and thighs don't lie rai)

😇 - Have you ever surprised them with something? How good were you at keeping the surprise?: i usually don't like surprising her as often,not because i or she doesn't enjoy it. She gets startled easy. But i do think that a small,simple surprise gift is nice every now n than. I am very transparent with my beloved.

🎶 - What’s your favorite song?: there are many songs that remind me of her. (Honestly i dunno what he'd listen to. Because fr he's probably heard all kinds over the millennia. But rai is a chill dude. So probably traditional Japanese drums,flute and instruments more likely)

🍁 - What’s your favorite season?: spring and summer. The raining seasons. But this is due to the ease of my powers. *hehe*

🌸 - What’s your favorite flower?: cherry blossoms,blue hydrangeas,violets,and my beloved of course *hehm*

⭐️ - Have you ever gone stargazing with your s/o?: plenty of times. I even told her stories of the first star clusters of the realms. And if it were possible,I'd arrange them to always shine for her. But alas that isn't my jurisdiction.

💐 - Are you or your s/o the gifting type? Do you like giving/receiving flowers?: i don't mind either way. The small things are what matters most in life. I would rather take care of a garden than to pluck it. As it lasts longer.

😳 - What do they do that always flusters you?: *blushes at the thought* there are many things. *ahem* but if i were to be honest. Any time she genuinely hugs me,brushes her hand across mine. Or gives me a loving glance from afar. (I can totally see me innocently touching raiden's thigh,maybe me laughing at something,again all completely innocent and not even aware what im doing. and him glowing red as a beet. Like rai is trying so damn hard not to loose his composure.)

🗣 - Do they compliment you commonly? What do they say?: she does. They mostly are more of asking how i am today. And my general well being. She's very thoughtful like that. Even tho as a god,certain things do not affect me as if a mortal would. Tho i have experienced this before when i was mortal and or depowered, temporarily. So I'm no stranger to this. I still appreciate this very much from her. I do not question it nor object.

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Hope these are cute enough for y'all.

I love answering as characters. It's so much fun.

We need more rai kontent. So I'm trying to deliver. 🥺💙⚡

[insurrection-if]

First of all I thank you for sharing the informations about Fyodor, but my thinking does not change and I still have doubts to clarify. I do not doubt that Fyodor is a human being with feelings and has a potential to become dominant (indeed I would like him to have a more versatile mentality (in which he can become top or bottom depending on the choice of the MC)). Being versatile means being equal both in being dominant and submissive.

Overly dominant (due to how his parents raised him and the situation with the Warden) + overly submissive (due to the inability to say no and be a simple) = overly versatile

What bothers me a little is that in a post you wrote (though he would like to be a Top, ideally) and body worship (giving) and I just wish he had a versatile mindset. Just that. Among other things, the MC also needs a workout. I grant Fyodor as a big spoon and I also want Fyodor to hug my MC

As I said there are too many dominant people and Niccolò is alone (as the only switch with versatile trends). Perhaps Fyodor and Nicholas can become friends and can play with each other. Can you delete (though he would like to be a Top, ideally) and add body worshiping (giving and receiving), please? 🥺

Regarding the doubts, can you explain more about his power (Fyodor)?

Fyodor is a lost soul who needs a huge need for affection and constant care.

(；´∀｀) You have a good point, and the changes have been made.

Aha, and yes, Fyodor is rather starved for affection and care!

Alas, for Fyodor and Niccolò's friendship, the potential for it is set to be imploded by what Fyodor will perceive as an act of kindness. Niccolò will require some time to recover emotionally and mentally once it occurs. He will require even more time to be able to truly forgive Fyodor. (◞‸◟；) Any sense of friendship before this forgiveness will be riddled with a dormant tension of distrust and betrayal.

Up to that point, exchanges between them will likely be pleasant on both ends, hence Fyodor's desire to (in his mind) gift Niccolò with what will ultimately be a horrifying experience for him. By the end of everything, there is a roomy possibility for them to overcome the past and form a very close friendship, though Niccolò will always be a bit wary around the manifestation of Fyodor's gift. It'll be a wait-and-see situation.

Mm, in regards to Fyodor's gift, I'll say that it's perhaps the most versatile in (known) existence and (beyond a subconscious exertion) hard for him to willfully manifest. Thus far, the manifestation of his gift has been heavily reliant on the words and assurances of those around him. Still, Gabriel (and eventually Panya and Anatoly) ensured someone always accompanied Fyodor to be proactive against his unintentional use of its capabilities by talking him down. Only a few traits are easily summoned, and commanded, by his conscious will, yet these are predominately physiological in nature.

A significant motive for his enlistment within the CARDINALS is their promise to help him gain more control over his gifts autonomy, though how eager they are to deliver on this promise is contested.

In the Origins chapter, its planned for the MC to overhear some Fyodor-related incidents on the news as the impact of his mere presence has caused catastrophe and wonders alike. Incidents that are difficult for the global eye to overlook, though extensive resources have been invested in cover-ups for his activities.

Here's a very hypothetical scenario concerning Fyodor's Gift below the cut for potential spoilers:

Fyodor is lost in a burning building for the very first time in his life. He does not know much about what to do in this situation, but from his perspective it does not seem so bad. Anatoly, the Phoenix, produces flames of a similar heat and intensity yet never does the healing fire harm him with its touch. Keeping this in mind, Fyodor strolls through the flames as he navigates through the unfamiliar layout of the building. Not a burn marks his skin and not a singe catches his clothes.

It is all so empty! Everyone else that usually loiters here must have found the exits before him, and his embarrassment burns his cheeks as he wipes the sweat from his brow. Outside the building, onlookers witness a straggle of people suddenly rush out from the structure all at once. Those still covered by its persistent flames find their skin and clothes mended beneath its warm touch. No one but Fyodor occupies the building now.

Fyodor is not aware that his prolonged misadventure in the wreckage heightens his risk of smoke inhalation and its consequences. Though the smoke is thick and urges a cough from him, he is assured that it cannot be more harmful than a drag from a cigarette. The smoke now seems to thin wherever he wanders without his notice.

Neither does Fyodor know that the structure of the building can be compromised by the fire and collapse upon him at any moment - he has faith in the strength of the walls he knocks his knuckles against to keep himself calm with a passing rhythm. They feel sturdy enough beneath his taps, so why would he even think to question their naturally assumed integrity? It is not until he leaves a room that the material within it falters to the effects of the flames.

Finally, Fyodor manages to find a floor-to-ceiling window tall enough for him to take a leap from. Unfortunately, it turns out this exit is on a rather high floor. Picking up the first suitable object he passes, a chair, he chucks it through the glass to allow an opening for himself. He removes his button-up shirt only to redress with it, simply backwards this time to preserve his modesty from public eyes and to allow an opening for his back.

Two massive wings sprout painlessly from his skin and stretch, their pillowy feathers unbothered and unstained as their blinding shade of gold grazes the rapid fire. He feels them twitch with an excitement to be used after so much neglect. He knows a few minutes more of strolling about will take him to the stairs for a more convenient exit, but he doesn't want another escort from the potentially awaiting police this week. Besides, he has little clue on how to get home from here, and his wings are capable of carrying him high enough to navigate the streets with ease (and without traffic).

He jumps, and one beat from his wings takes him to the veil of the clouds.

An active day for his gift, less subtle than usual, but high-intensity situations (whether recognized as that or not by Fyodor) tend to draw it out much easier than normal. The moment his feet leave the building so too does all his thoughts about the incident.

The fire becomes sweltering as it should be. Burning, charring, to construction and flesh as the smoke once again suffocates all near or within it. Floors collapse upon themselves. People below scurry to escape the sudden crash of debris and ash as survivors try to collect their bearings on how they had been pinned or trapped one second only to be suddenly freed and transported to the nearest safe exit alongside the others. A miracle some consider it to be. To others, a blessing.

Mishka, Gabriel, and Anatoly are unamused by Fyodor's recollection of the tale over dinner whereas Panya fills the apartment with her applause. A silent question hangs between Gabriel and Anatoly on whether a homemade course on fire safety is necessitated. If it is, they will have to get their story straight with Panya on what half-truths to tell.

Had Fyodor been with someone trustworthy (or close to it) shouting about how the smoke will suffocate them, Fyodor would start to panic and feel its affects as acutely as he should, if not more so.

Had someone shaken him to his senses by asserting that this fire was nothing like Anatoly's, it would start to burn as it should.

Had he been running into survivors left and right, the miraculous apparition and rescue of them at the exits would not have occurred.

Had someone screamed that the building would collapse on itself any moment, it might've happened right then - though Fyodor would have sizeable chances of survival despite his lost consciousness beneath the debris.

Yet if someone called him crazy for suggesting he could fly them out from there, Fyodor (after pleading with them to not look as he temporarily undressed) would have simply been confused towards their assertion as his wings sprouted nonetheless.

His gift is very reliant on his perceptions, as well as his emotional state.