#i actually draw this while thinking about my ex-crush

[lily-claw]

hi togachako nation, its your feeding time-

[woozisguitar]

kiss me

pairing: jeonghan x reader prompt: you can tell a lot about a person by the way they kiss warnings: kissing, swearing, kinda suggestive towards the end so MDNI, mentions of bad kisser, one mention of kinda bad ex? word count: 715 a/n: i miss jeonghan 😔 im also out of work so too much free time to miss him even more 😔😔 lowercase intended and not beta

"you can tell a lot about a person by the way they kiss," you snorted as you read another silly piece of advice on a wannabe dating and relationship profile. your friend jeonghan, sitting across from you on the couch, smiled whenever he came across something funny.

"jeonghan? did you know you can tell a lot about a person by the way they kiss?"

jeonghan stopped his doom scrolling and looked up, eyebrows furrowing at the question. "y/n, are you reading those stupid dating tips again? i told you, none of that shit is real."

"i know," you dragged out, "but this one was too funny to keep to myself. like, let's be real, do people really think they can tell a lot about a person by the way they kiss? i'm a bad kisser, but that doesn't mean i'm bad at everything in a relationship," you finished, rolling your eyes.

"wait, you're a bad kisser?"

"at least that's what my ex told me when i asked him why he didn't kiss me more."

jeonghan seemed lost in thought for a minute before he looked at you again and grinned.

"let's test it."

now it was your turn to question him, "test what exactly?"

"you know, both things. you'll find out if you can actually tell a lot about a person by the way they kiss, and i'll find out if you're actually a bad kisser," he explained casually, like he was proposing what you should have for lunch.

"okay, but we already know i'm a bad kisser," you pointed out.

"eh, your ex doesn't count," jeonghan waved off. "i don't like him, plus statistically, one data point isn't enough to draw conclusions. so what do you say?" he leaned forward like he was actually excited for your answer.

"what do i say what? that we kiss?"

he nodded, and you gave his proposition another thought. it's not every day that the pretty-guy-turned-friend you've had a crush on for a long time but decided to suppress it asks you to kiss him.

"okay, let's do this. what do you have in mind?" you nodded and looked at him after a few minutes.

jeonghan grinned and pulled you onto his lap. you let out a squeak, balancing yourself with your hands on his shoulders. he smoothed one hand on your back while the other held your waist. he whispered, "this is what i have in mind. you okay?"

you nodded and closed your eyes as jeonghan leaned in. you felt his breath ghosting over your lips for a moment and opened your eyes to see him waiting for you to kiss him. he was still giving you the option to back out.

for fuck's sake, he's too cute.

you cupped his jaw and pressed a small kiss to his lips. you pulled back, only for jeonghan to hold your jaw and pull you in again. he left a breath's space between you and whispered, "not enough, baby." then he crashed his lips on yours and kissed you deeply. his lips tasted like the chocolate and strawberry ice cream he was eating earlier. you felt him swipe his tongue at the seam of your lips, and you groaned, softly grinding against him. you opened your mouth, giving him access, and he tangled his tongue with yours. you let out another moan, grinding harder against him, before he pulled back, leaving you flustered and breathless.

jeonghan gave you one of his signature smirks. "safe to say your ex lied, baby, because that was the best kiss ever. what about you? did you draw your conclusions?" he cocked his head, the smirk still plastered on his stupidly pretty face.

"huh?" you said, trying to remember what he was talking about.

"told you those dating advice pages are ass! you still didn’t realize my feelings! 'you can tell a lot about a person by the way they kiss,' my ass." he huffed, rolling his eyes.

"guess you're going to have to kiss me till i realize," you shrugged, a teasing smile slowly creeping in.

"guess i'll have to," he said, laughing and pulling you in for another kiss.

safe to say, you definitely drew your conclusions after a long night and a breakfast date.

a/n: just a silly something i wrote because I need a reason to procrastinate!!! my requests are open! send me some fun stuff!

[nova-is-a-writer-now]

Hidden embers

Chapter 3

Chapter summary: Joel needs help with his yard, you need help with figuring your feelings out

A/N: Im so excited you guys have been liking this!! last chapter was a good one, but this is my favorite so far. I also started a tag list so if y’all want to be part of that comment down here <3 Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: No outbreak AU, Age gap, DBF!Joel, Mean!Joel if you squint, some accidental physical contact lol, sexual tension but no smut

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“You can’t spend your whole summer doing nothing. You should really find something productive to do while you’re back home.”

Four years of college, every summer break, and most holidays spent working to cover tuition and other expenses—a lifetime of never catching a break until now—and that’s what your mother tells you after just two weeks of "doing nothing"?

You knew this was coming. It was only a matter of time before she decided to insert herself into your life and dictate your every move. It’s nothing you haven’t dealt with before. “I’ve been helping out around the house,” you say, trying to sound casual.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she says with a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes, “that’s not what I meant. You can’t be locked up in here all day. People will think you’re wasting your life away. I’ve been asking around at the town’s pageant commission, and they would be absolutely delighted to have you around to help us organize this year’s Teen Country Queen Pageant.”

There it was. Nothing your mother did was ever for anyone’s interests other than herself. If she had no interest in parading you around her pageant organizer friends, you were absolutely sure she couldn’t care less what you did with your days.

Right on cue, just before you’re about to give her a piece of your mind, your dad walks in. “What’s the long face for?”

“Oh, Hank, great! You can back me up here. I was telling her she needs to find something to do with her days. All this lazing around can’t be good for her. My friends at the—”

“Actually, I was thinking the exact same thing,” your dad says, surprising both of you.

“Really?” you ask incredulously. For all his flaws, your dad has never been one to meddle in your affairs.

“Yeah, Joel has been complaining about his front and back yard looking like shit since Cindy left.”

“Hank! Language!” your mom’s voice rises to that ear-shattering pitch she uses when she’s trying to be stern.

“Sorry, looking terrible since Cindy left,” your dad corrects himself, laughing it off. Sometimes he forgets he can only be that relaxed when he’s alone with you; your mom is a whole different ballgame.

“Um… Cindy?” you ask, drawing a blank on the name.

“The ex-wife. That’s not the point, kiddo. The point is he’s been whining about it for the longest time but is always too lazy to figure out gardening by himself. Then I remembered you were in the gardening club back in high school. It’d be nice of you to offer him some help. Poor man doesn't know how to keep a cactus alive.”

“Dad, that was ages ago. I don’t know if I remember much of it anyway. I only joined for my college applications,” you retort.

“It’s just a few plants and flowers here and there. How hard can it be? He even said he bought everything he should need for it but never got ‘round to actually doing it, so it’s all laid out for ya.”

Your choices were clear: spend however long it took to finish Joel’s yard while pretending you don’t have a massive crush on your dad’s best friend, or run around town with your mom organizing a beauty pageant. The decision wasn’t hard at all.

“I’ll go over and check it out.”

The walk to Joel’s house should’ve been short—barely a five-minute stroll up the road—but a nasty crack in the pavement had other plans. You were so lost in your thoughts today that you missed it entirely, stepping right into the trap.

Alright, maybe it wasn’t just today. You’ve been in your head ever since you first saw Joel standing at the bottom of your stairs. The way his hands had gripped your arms, steadying you, had left an imprint that you couldn’t seem to shake. And now, here you were, back in that same position, your mind consumed by this man who seemed to be as bad for your sanity as he was for your attention span.

So what should’ve been a walk up the road turned into a drawn-out pause as you sat on the sidewalk, waiting for the sharp pain in your twisted ankle to dull.

About ten minutes later, you finally make it to Joel’s lawn. You brace yourself to climb his porch stairs, pretending your ankle wasn’t bothering you, when you notice his garage door open. You hadn’t seen him from your previous angle, but as you got closer, the view of Joel's back muscles came into frame. And what a view that was. He was leaning over his truck, completely absorbed on whatever needed fixing under that hood.

For a moment, you just stand there, staring at the way his shirt clings to the sweat glistening on his skin. It takes a few seconds to remember that it isn’t socially acceptable to ogle someone from their front lawn, so you clear your throat and take a few more steps toward him.

“Hey” he greeted you, looking up from his work.

“Hey, yourself” you say back, playing it as cool as you could. It wasn’t a particularly hot day, but Joel's face glisten with sweat, as do his arms and you don’t not even want to think about what’s going on under that t-shirt.

“Come to pay me a visit?” he asked with a smirk

“My dad didn’t tell you? I’m your gardener for the day… or however long it takes to make your front lawn and back yard all pretty.”

Joel’s response is a breathy laugh, followed by him dropping his head between his forearms resting on the truck.“My gardener, huh?” he finally brings his eyes back up to meet yours. “Your daddy don’t know how to mind his own business, do he, sweetheart?”

Let’s unpack that. This man didn’t just throw in a new pet name you’d be replaying in your mind at any random moment of the day, but he also said it in that tone he seems to reserve only for you—or so you hoped, at least.

And that other word coming from his lips… you were aware people in the south used it more casually, without the connotation it had in your mind, but the way it sounded coming from him…

Oh, it made you think of a million ways Joel Miller could say the word Daddy in plenty of different contexts.

You quickly drop your gaze, hoping to hide the intense blush creeping up your cheeks. “I uh… I’m afraid not.”

The sound of his boots on the garage floor pulls you back to reality as he steps closer. “You don’t gotta do this, y’know?” His tone shifts, becoming more serious. “It’s no big deal, I’ll get to this mess eventually.”

You look up at him once again, more desperate than you’d like to admit. “Joel, I’ve been cooped up in my house with my mother and her pageant friends for weeks now. Please, give me an excuse to be anywhere else.”

A chuckle. You could live for those, make it your entire profession to earn them. You really need to calm the fuck down and get a grip if you are to spend the entire day around this man.

“Alright, then. If it’ll make you happy, I’m not gonna say no” says before turning back into the garage. He returns with a small crate filled with gardening tools and a few potted plants, setting them down on the grass. “Got most of what you’ll need here. Not much, but it’s a start.” His gaze drops to your ankle. “You doin’ alright? You’re limping.”

You wave off his concern, not wanting to admit just how much your ankle is actually bothering you. “It’s nothing, just a little misstep on my way here . I’m fine, really.” You flash him a smile you hope is convincing enough.

Joel studies you for a moment longer, then nods. “Alright, but if it gets to be too much, you let me know, okay? Last thing I need is you hurtin’ yourself on my account.”

“Deal,” you lie. There’s no way in hell you’re backing out of this now.

He gestures toward the mess of overgrown grass, weeds, and flower beds that haven’t seen attention in who knows how long. “I guess that’s the worst of it. Clearing out the weeds should leave enough space for these plants. Don’t overthink it, I trust your instincts.”

You take your first good look at the pots he brought from the back of the garage. “Oh, daisies! They’re my favorite.” You glance up at him, sweetness lacing your tone.

He pauses, something unreadable passing over his face. “ ‘Course they are.” He says, the corners of his mouth tugging up a bit. “Well, let me know if you need anything else. I'll be working over there.”

With Joel back under the hood, you set to work on the lawn. Despite the dull throb in your ankle, you find a steady rhythm in the repetitive motions—pulling out stubborn roots, digging small holes for the flowers, and patting down the soil around them. It’s oddly satisfying, watching the neglected garden start to come to life under your hands. You’ve always had a knack for taking rugged things and making them pretty.

Every so often, you glance over at Joel, who’s completely engrossed in whatever he’s tinkering with under the hood. The way his muscles flex as he works, the concentration etched on his face and how it makes him look a lot more serious than he ever is when talking to you—it’s hard to not get distracted.

There’s something about him, something that pulls you in despite your better judgment, despite every self-preservation instinct in you. Maybe it’s the way he makes you feel grounded, even when your mind is spinning out of control. It’s such a foreign concept for you, you’ve always been the one who has to defuse tensions, be the bigger person, manage the chaos. It’s never like that with Joel.

You’re careful to keep your ankle steady, not wanting to give Joel any more reason to worry. But as the hours pass and the sun climbs higher, you can feel the strain starting to build. Ever the overachiever, you push through it, there isn’t much left to get done in the front lawn anyway.

By the time you’ve planted the last of the daisies, you’re more than a little proud of yourself. There are still a few bare spots here and there and a handful of marigold pots waiting to be planted, but the lawn is starting to look less like a jungle and more like somewhere you’d actually want to spend time in. You wipe your brow, satisfied.

Joel must’ve noticed you slowing down because he calls out from where he’s working, “How’re you holding up? You thirsty?”

You hadn’t realized how parched you were until he mentioned it. “Yeah, a drink sounds good.”

Joel gives you a quick once-over, his eyes lingering on your ankle for a moment longer than you’d like. But he doesn’t say anything as he leads the way into the house, holding the door open for you.

The cool air inside is a welcome relief from the midday sun, and you sigh as you step into the kitchen. Joel pulls a couple of glasses from the cupboard and fills them with ice water, handing one to you. You take a sip, feeling the cold liquid soothe your dry throat.

You lean against the counter, trying to take some weight off your bad ankle. But as soon as you shift your weight, a sharp pain shoots up your leg, and you can’t hold back the small whine that escapes your lips.

Joel’s eyes snap to yours, his brow furrowing with concern. “You sure you’re alright?”

“Yes, Joel. I’m fine,” you insist, even though you know you’re not fooling him. “It’s just—”

“ ‘S that why you’re whining every time you put weight on it?”

“It’s just a bit sore. Don’t—”

Before you can finish, Joel’s on you in a flash, closing the distance between you. He’s careful but firm as he lifts you effortlessly, setting you down on the kitchen counter. “Let me see.”

“Joel, really, it’s not a big deal,” you start to protest, but the look he gives you silences any argument you might have had.

“Humor me,” he says, his voice low and steady. There’s a note of authority there that makes your heart race. There’s no disobeying him when he uses that tone.

You sigh dramatically, letting him gently take your injured ankle in his hands. His touch is warm, and the way his fingers graze your skin sends shivers down your spine. He inspects your ankle with a seriousness that makes your heart flutter, his brows knitted in concentration.

“This is more than a ‘little misstep,’” he looks back up, his eyes stern and serious. He slowly drops your leg, turning back to reach into the freezer and pull out a pack of frozen peas. He presses it against your ankle, holding it there with one hand while his other hand lingers on your calf.

It doesn’t take long for his thumb to start brushing up and down in a way that feels more comforting than it should. He starts adding a little pressure to his touch, the lingering touch from before turning into a massage up and down your calf.

Your breath catches as you look down at him, the way he’s so focused on taking care of you. The tenderness in his touch is at odds with the roughness of his hands, and the combination is making it hard to think straight. It’s even harder to keep the little sounds his touch arises in you contained, some of them escaping out of your parted lips despite your best efforts.

“Joel,” you start, your voice softer now, almost hesitant.

He looks up at you, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that makes your pulse quicken. His hand is still on your leg, his face overtaken by a dark expression you hadn’t seen on him until now.

For a moment, neither of you says anything. The air between you feels charged, like something unspoken is hovering just out of reach. You can feel it in the way his grip on your leg tightens ever so slightly, in the way his breathing seems to sync with yours.

And then, as if realizing where his hand is, Joel slowly pulls back. “I should get you back home, let you rest that ankle.”

You frown slightly, the way he spoke such a stark contrast to the tenderness of his touch still lingering on your leg. “I’m alright. I’m gonna have to be kneeling down for most of what’s left anyways, so I won’t be putting any weight on it.”

“No, it’s best if you just go. I’ll sort the lawn out later.”

The words hit you like a bucket of cold water. You’re left staring at him, confused by the sudden shift in his demeanor. Normally, your pride would keep you from asking, but something about Joel makes it impossible to let this go. “Did I… do something wrong?”

Joel pauses, his eyes softening for a split second before his expression hardens again. “No, you're fine. Thank you for your help, but I’m taking you home.”

He doesn’t leave room for discussion as he brushes past you, heading into the living room to grab his truck keys. Your chest tightens, the shame of the moment crashing down on you all at once.

Except… you didn’t do anything wrong. You weren’t the one who was running her hands up and down his body, or pulling him close and throwing him on the counter like it was nothing. He did all that. He made you feel like something more was happening, and now he’s treating you like some desperate girl who threw herself at him, needing to be ushered out of his house as quickly as possible.

The ache in your heart is quickly overshadowed by a fiery rage, building more and more with each passing second. You turn sharply in the kitchen, your mind made up as you march toward the open door leading to the garage.

“Don’t bother,” you snap, your voice cutting through the silence as you head for the exit.

“What?” Joel turns around just in time to see you storming out.

You don’t even answer him, your steps quickening even as pain shoots up your leg with every movement.

“The hell are you doin’? You can’t walk home with that busted ankle,” he calls after you, his tone much harsher than it was just moments ago.

You laugh bitterly, not bothering to look back. This man clearly doesn’t know you and your stubborn ass well enough yet. “Oh, I’ll fucking live.”

Without another word, you push through the pain, taking it one torturous step at a time. Each step feels like defiance, a middle finger to your own pride and to Joel’s sudden coldness. But it’s better this way—better to feel the sharp sting in your ankle than the dull ache in your heart. The whole way home, you curse yourself for being so goddamn stubborn, even as the fiery rage keeps you moving forward.

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[mephistopheleswasrobbed]

So, since Peaceful Property is supposedly not a BL this gives me the opportunity to go full Pepe Silvia on it.

Therfore, allow me to present all of my evidence that Peaceful Property/On Sale is gay, actually:

1

In a clear parallel both Home and Peach in their introcuctory scene punch another person because they're scared of ghosts.

Home punches his (at that point about-to-be-) ex girlfriend.

Peach punches Best, his ex friend/colleague. Or is he? Because as so eloquently pointet out by respectthepetty here, Best is a little shady and Pangpang doesn't seem to like him. So until we get evidence to the contrary, I'm choosing to theorise that there was something between them, even just a one-sided crush.

Which means that we begin the show with both our main boys literally punching their respective romantic past in the face.

2

When their landady comes to collect the overdue rent, Pangpang assures her that a billionaire will fall in love with her handsome brother any day now.

While she is saying that, the camera focuses in on a news report speaking of the death of a wealty man

Attention is drawn to the fact that someone will inherit that wealth (emphasised by showing the dead guys oppulent mansion),

and then we see Home, looking like the epitome of stupid rich within that mansion.

Thus the show draws a clear line from Pangpangs satement about a billionaire falling in love with Peach, to Home about to become said a billionaire.

3

After realising that he's going to be even richer than he already was Home videocalls his friend in the US

Two men, sitting next to each other on a video call? They must obviously be a couple. Which means Home has gay friends (good ones at that, seeing how this Dustin Trust is the first one Home calls after receiving the news). Also one of them calls Home "Thai boy" and that's also pretty gay. This is admittedly not my strongest argument but we're in "not a BL" territory so I'll take everything.

4

He doesn't know why at this point but Home is clearly drawn to Peach from their first meeting, coming back TWICE to assure him they will see each other again.

5

More to the point, we see Home interact with Kan a total of five times in the first episode. When they're first introduced, at the will reading, when she tells him about the houses, at the Fan Singsing exorcism and back at the mansion after the real exorcism. The first three happen before Home and Peach meet for the first time and Home is flirty towards Kan in all three of them.

However in the last two encounters, after meeting Peach, he makes no further attempts at flirting with her.

Now, I'm sure this will change in the next episode, but for now I'm taking it as evidence that his attention has shiftet.

6

Pangpang tells Home to trust her brother and he gets a Look.

When he asks Peach a question and doesn't get an answer quickly enough, he tries to kick him which is kinda cute and also somewhat reminicent of schoolboy-with-a-crush behaviour.

Now, I'm not sure this is anything but throughout this whole scene Peach is framed between Best and Home. And I'm choosing to read it as Peach being currently at a stage between his past (Best) and his future (Home, and also Pangpang next to Home). This tracks insofar as Best is left of Peach and (at least in the culture I'm familiar with, not sure if it's different in Thailand) one would usually draw a timeline from left (past) to right (future).

(The previous picture already demonstrates this point but I think the green light reflection over Peach's eyes looks cool so I'm including this one, too)

After the sucessful exorcism Pangpang hypes up her brother. She and Best celebrate with Peach while Home stays behind them and looks at Peach contemplatively.

And this, my friends, is the moment he falls. Followed by the realisation that he likes him now, although whether he's aware that he like likes him remains to be seen.

7

Home then goes home (hah) and procedes to watch edits of his newfound crush, alone in the dark.

This, along with some ghost talk with Kan, makes him remember a conversation with his grandfather where said man told him to figure out the meaning of "home" before he can help him sell houses. Peach is helping him start to realise the true meaning of his own name.

8

The next time we see Home he's just casually laying in Peach's bed, watching him.

How long has he been there? How long was he going to just watch Peach if he hadn't turned around? What made him decide to just hop in bed with and stare at Peach in the first place? Who knows. (Well gay thoughts for the last question obvs) Whatever the answer, this is not very my-feelings-are-purely-platonic behaviour.

9

Now Peach is punching Home. If the first two punches were there to signal the end of two relationships, this third on is here to mark the start of a new one. Puncher + puncher = luuve (and more punching)

10

Of course Home had to come convince Peach to team up with him right away even though it is the middle of the night. Because he's excited about this and he can't wait. Ahh, puppy love.

And then he rises his eyebrows at Peach suggestively and we end on them standing across from each other, a bed in their middle.

Because that's where they'll end up. (Although maybe not this specific one. Not sure how Pangpang would feel about that.)

And that's all for this episode.

I realise that this has been quite Home-focused, but that is simply because Home has fallen first. Peach is too busy worrying about ghosts and rent money to be falling in love. For now.

[dontmixpaintinyourcoffee]

My take on the Bad Kid scars! AKA my excuse to make like a 4 page Google doc worth of headcanons.

I've thought about this kind of a lot while considering how I draw the Bad Kids because I love when characters carry evidence of their history with them (not just scars, stuff like the tin flower emblem or Figs Ayda-feather-earring also exist in this category, and I have separate notes for those too)

Since magic is a big part of healing in this world I have some stipulations for what actually causes scarring in my own headcanons-

(Rest is under the cut. This bitch is looong and it's technically unfinished. Heads up for descriptions of injuries and spoilers for the first 2 seasons of Fantasy High.)

So here's the rules:

1. It's a big story moment. Random slashes or scratches or whatever don't show up because they're not relevant to the characters history and they're small enough that I think magical means would completely cover them.

2. The attack downs them. This just makes it easier to track, any attack that knocks a character out has the potential to leave a lasting mark.

3. Based on some comments from Brennan, it seems like low level healing magic (ex. Cure Wounds, Healing Word) is essentially time-based. It basically fast-forwards the healing process months in advance. That's gonna affect how scars work. Unless otherwise stated, that's how I'm gonna approach the magical healing process.

Figeuroth Faeth

• Tuna Surprise Eldritch Blast- Doreen (S1E2)

Small burn scar on the left side of her check/around her lips from when she caught the Eldritch Blast with her face. The Phoenix Egg spell mostly took care of it, so it's quite faint, but it still can get tight and itchy. Fig has a special moisturizer for it that she keeps next to her horn cream.

• Torn ear- Figueroth Faeth (S2E12)

Honestly this is mostly because I find it funny. This is from that moment when Fig rips out her earring to give to Ayda in exchange for the feather. It's very common in D&D designs for characters with long ears to have rips or notches in them to show that they're active or battle-worn. I really like this idea of a kind of Jason Grace style scar where you look at her and you wonder "Woah, I wonder what battle caused that" because she's this legendary adventurer but the truth is that she did it to herself because she's a sweet-hearted dumbass who was tripping over herself trying to give her crush a gift. It got healed up soon enough, there's just a divet at the bottom of her ear now.

Riz Gukgak

• Hand Cuts- Crystal Interior (S1E14)

Riz was tearing through his hands trying to get out of that thing, I can't imagine that it didn't leave a lasting impact. Both sides of his hands and a little up his forearms are covered in slashes. They've healed kind of unevenly since he does a lot of work with his hands that require some amount of dexterity and precision (mostly writing, typing, drawing up maps, ect.) The forearm scars are pretty much settled, but the ones on his palms and fingers are still irritable and sometimes painful enough that he has to stop working. It does not help at all that this kid refuses to sleep or stretch or experience rest, so he probably gets a lot of stiffness and cramping too (at least, more than he would if he actually got sleep ever). Since they got re-agitated in Sophomore Year his friends have gotten very good at noticing when he's ignoring the pain and force him to take a damn break every once in a while. He has a tell for it and none of them will tell him what it is. He appreciates that they care about him, but god is the mystery infuriating. He actively refuses to acknowledge the irony of that.

• Lightning to the Chest- Aelwyn Abernant (S1E12)

In the sister fight Aelwyn knocks Riz out with a fucking lightning bolt. This is what sets Adaine completely over the edge. He gets healed up pretty fast, so it's not a life threatening scenario, but it's still a fucking lightning bolt. He's got a circular burn scar in the center of his chest. Much like Figs, it doesn't bother him much, but it still requires some attention and maintenance for at least a couple weeks. Honestly he straight up forgets it's there sometimes. Adaine probably thinks about it more than he does.

Fabian Seacaster

• Enucleation- Dayne Blade (S1E16)

So the main thing here is the eye, but it also covers a good chunk of the left side of his face. Essentially this big slashing weapon caught him right at the top of where his ear connects to the rest of his head and dragged forward far and deep enough to take out his left eye. Also notable is that he doesn't get any medical attention beyond minor heals for a hot minute. And when he gets hit he spends a couple minutes running around a burning house filled with ash and smoke and blood. The moment of Bill giving Fabian his eye patch is incredibly tender. It's also NASTY, dude. That thing is for sure covered in blood and ash and he puts it right over an OPEN WOUND. I love that scene to death, and there is absolutely no way that that thing isn't getting crazy infected without immediate/magical medical attention. I imagine Kristen and Riz took a good chunk of that frozen time to treat it as much as they could. I picture the slash healing into a pretty thick hypertrophic scar that goes from his ear over his eye to the edge of his nose. He definitely had to actually go to a hospital after prom to get proper treatment. His skin could be mostly stitched back together magically, so the main focus from actual medical professionals was putting in an orbital implant and getting him a conformer to maintain the structural integrity of the eye socket. He probably has a bunch of cool decorative prosthetic eyes for big events because he's a fancy little rich boy, but I don't think he actually uses them a lot (for a couple reasons, the main one is the eye patch. Why bother putting it in when he's gonna cover it up immediately anyway?) He just uses the conformer like 99% of the time. The eye patch mostly has sentimental value, but it also does have that charisma stat boost effect, so he has it on when he's adventuring or at school, but takes it off at home. His big issue is adjusting to his new depth perception. He spends months and months re-learning the sword with Hallariel, which is immensely frustrating. He knows how to do it, but he has to completely readjust how he thinks about approaching it, which I think would really get under his skin. Especially since it's such a big part of his identity at this point. It takes him a good while to get back to his previous skill level, but damn if he doesn't do it.

Kristen Applebees

• Gored Through the Chest- The Great Unicorn (S2E17)

100% my least grounded in any form of reality headcanon. She fully resurrected herself. The scar left from the horn of the unicorn is a little more like a slightly raised tattoo than an actual scar. It's more of a magical imprint of the divine act of resurrection than anything left behind by the wound itself. As her bones and skin and muscles literally stitched themselves back together they sort of knitted into a single point, which grew a patch of discolored skin. The skin is thick, and purplish, and shaped like some kind of rune that doesn't actually exist in any surviving magical language. A permanent mark of the impossible magic she enacted. There's an identical mark that's a little bigger on her back, where the horn entered through. A less obvious element of that scar is how it affected her heart. The thing was ripped apart, and basically the only thing that could fix that was god magic. Luckily, she got that! I imagine that her heart now has this weird rippling effect over the muscle, almost like aurora borealis. It doesn't actually affect a ton because, again, god magic, but man does it fuck with medical equipment sometimes. I also think that if you were to cast Detect Magic on her, without any of her gear or spell effects, you would still read that Raise Dead effect just radiating off of her.

• Pinky Finger- Removal and Resurrection

I think that her right pinky finger didn't entirely recover from having a full bone taken out, and now the last knuckle has some mobility issues. It's just really stiff and doesn't really bend on its own. She's also lost a lot of sensation in that finger specifically. It shouldn't get any more intense than that without extenuating circumstances, but given that god magic is a little unpredictable she and her doctor are keeping an eye on it. She does a lot of stretches and exercises to keep her hands loose and moving. Ounce of prevention and all that. It's also a part of her gym bloke routine in Junior Year.

Gorgug Thistlespring

• Slice Through the Hand- Forest of Blades (S1E3)

All the way around his hand there's this line, as though his hand was cut clean through and then perfectly realigned and glued back together. By Sophomore Year the scar has almost completely flattened, it's just a discolored line all the way around the surface of his hand.

• Crushed Heart- Nerd Ghosts (S1E14)

The effects of this one are two-fold; first, the streak of gray hair, second, a lasting effect on his heart. The prolonged strain on the actual organ of his heart from this encounter left him with increased risk for cardiovascular problems that he didn't have before. He doesn't really notice it (mostly because when it's noticeable he's so high on adrenaline that he's not really noticing anything) but his heart is definitely weaker than it should be. It's not life threatening, but it's for sure something that Digby and Wilma have stressed the importance of monitoring because they are good responsible parents. The actual visible impact from the ghost attack is the streak of gray hair he has, which is permanent. It just grows gray there now. He thinks it looks pretty cool.

Adaine Abernant/ O'Shaughnessy

• Teeth Marks- Jawbone O'Shaughnessy (S1E6)

Basically just a dog bite on her right forearm. Normally healing magic would be able to patch that up without any scarring, but the werewolf pathogen adds a complication to it. Still, pretty average looking scar. She feels a little weird about it, cause on the one hand getting it sucked, but on the other hand now every time she sees it she thinks about her amazing new dad, so there's a weird sentimental element. She and Jawbone have for sure had a long discussion about the validness of any of her feelings about it and how it's ok to acknowledge the harm done to her, even by well-intentioned parties. He probably feels a lot worse about it than she does. The reveal of which probably initiated another very long discussion.

• Gored Through the Chest- The Great Unicorn

This time it's just a normal scar, no crazy magical runes involved. I'm not entirely sure how a fully healed version of this injury would actually... Work? The part that's visible would be the broken skin, so probably a combination of a fine-line scar and a depressed scar, (sharp edges + impaling motion) but I'm not entirely sure how to properly translate that visually, or if it's at all realistic. Further research pending. Anyways she and Kristen have matching injury scars! The besties ever

[livi-in-digital-circus]

Here are some songs that I think would match Ragatha/Miss Agatha and Jax/Jackson in your AU!!!

Ragatha/Miss Agatha:

- the grudge by Olivia Rodrigo would work with her and her terrible fiancé, especially after what he did to her baby. I think it could also work with her and Jax after she slapped him.

- Diet Mountain Dew by Lana Del Rey would work both Ragatha and Jax. It fits their will-they-won’t-they narrative.

- Bigger Than The Whole Sky by Taylor Swift. This song reminds me a lot of Agatha’s miscarriage and the horrible feelings that came with it. It’s the moment where everything in her world fell apart.

- Lose You To Love Me and Single Soon by Selena Gomez. The first one would work with Ragatha’s regrets over her past relationship with her ex, while the second one highlights a happier ending for her. It’s her new start with Jax, specifically her getting ready for the dance with him!

Jax/Jackson:

- Dancing With Our Hands Tied by Taylor Swift. I feel like this matches the dance scene, before everything fell apart of course.

- teenage dream by Olivia Rodrigo. This song would probably reflect the aftermath of Agatha’s coma and all the pain Jackson went through after finding out. Although this isn’t canon to the story, I feel like this would fit his 18th birthday party without her.

- Love You Down by Ready For The World. This song would resonate a lot with Jackson’s one-sided crush on his brother’s teacher and the dreams he had about her.

- Colors by Halsey would definitely work with Jax’s dreams about his past. It summarizes all the people and all the feelings he ignores to avoid feeling anything.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy these choices :D. Your AU has been one of my favorite TADC AUs I ever read. The amount of emotion, drama, and romance was captured perfectly without feeling OOC. Keep up the great work Livi!

AAAAAA THANK YOU SO SO MUCH 💕

I don't know why I didn't think of adding more Taylor and Olivia songs to my playlist, but I actually had those two Selena songs somewhere in the back of my head while making it!

I'll listen to all the songs when I get home from school in 10+ hours (it's past 1 AM here lol)

I would also like to take this opportunity to explain some of the Korean songs on the playlist:

Prologue by aespa is about feeling immature and not ready for adulthood, to me it fits Agatha perfectly because even though she has been an adult for some time, she still has the heart of a teenager and has trouble dealing with some adult issues

Checkmate by Xdinary Heroes is about feeling confident because of a won game, I relate this song to the moment when Jax's attack on Ragatha during their stage play was successful

The Ugly Duckling by YENA, well I interpreted the song's lyrics much differently than it should be interpreted, I relate it to Agatha's miscarriage due to the lyrics being about trying to move on after a horrible event and there is also a child mentioned so-

War of Hormone by BTS is a very controversial song which that has been accused of considering girls playthings for boys, basically Jax's attitude towards Ragatha before she almost abstracted

Doll by (G)I-DLE, the title says it all, it perfectly describes how Ragatha was treated by Jax and how she's fed up with it

Quarter Life by TOMORROW X TOGETHER is another song about finding adult life kind of hard and trying to go on despite you already screwed up a lot of things, every time I hear this song I think of Jax and how he feels after remembering his former life

Lonely Boy by TOMORROW X TOGETHER is a breakup song that in my opinion fits how Jackson felt after losing Agatha

Happily Ever After by TOMORROW X TOGETHER (yeah, it's my fav boysband lol) is the song I had in mind while writing the last chapter, even though it's upbeat it tells about how cruel life is and that there's actually no happy end, just like in the story :D

And thank you for enjoying my AU! At first I thought it would fail as it has no drawings (I'm really terrible at drawing + I can't do digital art) and focuses more on writing, but the amount of support and love my work has received in these few months makes me incredibly happy 🥺

[insuke69]

/|MILES 42 HEADCANNONS P3 |\

My god, uh- part three but this is before y'all get together

DIFFERENT POVS AHSHDJ Warnings; Miles doin a little prowler stuff, Just description of someone who was beaten.

(So, there's gonna be if he asks you out/crushes on you first, we both know damn well you wouldn't do shit if you liked him and he were real.)

implied female reader :[

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When Miles was crushing..:

-He'd draw you, like- during lunch if you're done eating and just laughing with friends he draws you sitting and with your smile

If you don't hang out with anyone during lunch then he'd draw you as you sat by yourself with a calm neutral expression while you did your own thing.

-Bold mf yet shy. He'd ask what you're doing and act all smug and confident but as soon as y'all stop interacting he'd over think his every line

did she actually like that joke? she looked upset, wait- was she? why didn't I ask what was wrong?

etc.

-He was always himself around you, yet toned it down when he didn't know exactly how you'd react to him.

-when y'all had your first date, this man is a gentlemen and picked you up in his motorcycle, (yes I declare he has a motorcycle.) He called you gorgeous in every way possible along with more flirty or bold lines

"Damn, If I knew you were this fine than I would've dressed up more myself."

"jealous of your belt, my hands would feel better on your hips."

he was always hella smooth with it too.

-he first asked for your number and he texted so politely for a good first impression. "Hey, so I wanted to ask if you wanted to go out to dinner with me sometime?"

"Alright, perfect. see you then 😗"

but a lil after y'all actually date he just ..is.

"When did yo say the daye was"

"?"

"Date*"

"You*"

he's a fast typer.

-Hated seeing you talk to other guys when he was just crushing on you, mostly pissed at himself for not growing a pair and asking you out though.

okay this is just a scenario I cannot stop thinking about once I said that:

you were freshly broken up with your cheating boyfriend- well, you were never labeled but he made you seriously think it was exclusive and that'd piss you off beyond belief, Miles was the perfect shoulder to cry on. Never once did he make a move on you during that time. "That prick said he didn't care for labels but got a public girlfriend after 4 months of being with me!" You mumble out with small tears of frustration pooling in your eyes, your vision was blurred a bit so you couldn't see Miles reaction. He was seething.

how could a guy just use and fuck with you like that? He doesn't deserve to even be treated as a man, much less a person.. But Miles simply comforted you in that moment and reminded you how it was to be cared for platonically, or at least that's how he showed it. The next day? your 'ex' was nowhere to be found, the day after that: he went to school battered and bruised, broken nose, black eye, limping and bandaged everywhere. He told everyone that he was just chilling out in an alleyway by his house and some rando with a purple dark mask and metal gauntlet kind-of-thing just attacked him. weird. Vague coincidence that Miles' knuckles are bruised and he visibly bites back a grin as he hears your ex talk about it. what helped most was that when you told his girlfriend about what your ex did to you, she dumped him and told everyone exactly why, which made him lose any pity he could have gotten.

-Was terrified to tell you he was prowler, never knew how you'd actually react. THATS IT OMFG IDK- DO I MAKE A P4?!

[ghostgorlsworld]

Johnny Boy (part 4)

Werewolf! Johnny x reader

part one is here

Once upon a time, you would've done anything for John Mctavish. He had been your older brother's cool best friend, and you were always desperate for him to see you as more--until one fateful night that ends up with you pregnant and him...gone. Fast forward six years and you've made a good life for yourself with your daughter Emma, with Johnny none the wiser. Until he decides to knock on your door.

Part 4

Chapter 4

 Charlie hung around you at work, keeping you company while you shared the load of reshelving books. Usually, it was the intern’s job but the holidays had left you short-staffed.

He was funny in a bashful way, blushing whenever he made you laugh. It was nice to see that you were still desirable sometimes, that men didn’t repel away from you just because you were a single mother.

“So, what are your plans tonight?” He asked, straightening up a section of R.L Stine books. “I’m supposed to have supper with my gran, she made me promise to bring chinese.”

“Emma’s father is in for a bit,” you said casually. “He’s coming to the house to see her.” He was going to find out eventually, might as well get it out of the way before your date later this week. Charlie paused mid-shelf, raising a brow. “I thought he was out of the picture.”

“He was supposed to be,” you sighed. “Tom brought him back, and I couldn’t keep it from him anymore.” Charlie knew your story, he spent two years weaseling it out of you while you were just coworkers. You knew he had a little crush on you, but you hadn’t expected him to actually ask you out until, well, he did.

“That’s shitty,” Charlie said, frowning. “So, what is he threatening legal action?” Johnny probably would, to get to Emma. But you shook your head, “No, I just couldn’t bring myself to keep him away. She had already seen him and smelled him and was asking questions–I figured it was time.” “I see,” Charlie said, even-tempered as always. “Is he good with her?” You shrugged. “I suppose. I mean he’ll probably see her a few weeks out of the year, so I don’t know if it matters much if I allow him around her. I just don’t want her to resent me when she’s older.” “It sounds like you’re being very fair,” he responded. “I don’t know if I would’ve reacted half as well if an ex girlfriend showed up wanting to see our kid.” This was why you liked Charlie, he was so, so reasonable. He was older than you by a handful of years, in his thirties with a bachelor pad apartment and an obsession with historical fiction. The only downside about him was the fact he played rugby on his off days and his team was…sleezy, at best. They were all thirty-somethings that spent more time at the bar than the field. 

“Thank you,” you said, smiling. “I feel like dousing him in gasoline and tossing the match, but I think I’m hiding it quite well, aren’t I?” Charlie laughed, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “Very well, I think.”

On your way home, you stopped at the store for a pint of Emma’s favorite ice cream, strawberries and cream, and a pint of fudge brownie for yourself. You would eat it when Emma goes to bed and Johnny leaves, so you could fall asleep on the couch like a loser with your ice cream and Bridget Jones’s Diary on the telly.

Johnny was waiting at your house already, pacing like a caged dog. He looked up while you approached with Emma in hand, his eyes reflecting eerily off the street lights. 

He calmed when he looked at the two of you, the jitteriness smoothing away in an instant as he smiled. Emma let go of your hand to reach him first, digging through her backpack to show off the A+ drawing she had gotten in art class.

You frowned and moved closer–she hadn’t shown you earlier.

“Me and Mum,” she said, gesturing to your vague figure wielding what looked to be a baseball bat, Emma standing behind you looking scared. “That time when she hit that scary man really, really hard.”

The bottom of your stomach dropped out, your hands breaking out in a cold sweat at just the mention of that horrible night. You winced when Johnny looked at you questioningly, his posture straightening as if to intimidate.“Emma, hon, that doesn’t look like a good memory to me,” you said, shaking your head at him. Please don’t ask.

“I like it,” she said, tracing your stick figure’s stern features. “You haven’t got any teeth or claws but it didn’t matter.”

“Your mum never let little things like that bother ‘er,” Johnny said, bemused. “She used to brawl with her brother like a grown man.” Emma smiled. “She still does.”

“Okay, Emma,” you interjected, cocking a brow at her. “The ice cream is melting, time to go inside.” She nodded, disappearing into her room to shuck her school clothes and dig the clips out of her hair. Johnny caught your arm as you took the pints out of the paper sack. “Whassat she’s talking ‘bout, kitty?” “Oh, it’s…I don’t like to relive it, John.” “C’mon, hen, it sounded pretty fuckin’ important.” You sighed. “She got away from me at a grocery store last year, just bolted when I tried to catch her. I chased her around the store until I heard...well, I heard a scream.” Johnny’s hand tightened around your arm, almost to the point of bruising. 

“A man had cornered her in the parking lot. He was one of those wolf catchers, I think, the ones that take them and put them in those fighting cages.” You placed the ice cream in the freezer, your eyes clouded over with the memory. “I dunno what happened, I just…I saw red. There was a pipe on the dumpster and I grabbed it and swung and swung until there wasn’t much left.”

You remembered the feeling of blood on your hands, your daughter crawling into your arms to lick the tears off your face, trying to comfort, to bring you back to earth.

Johnny gripped your shoulders so he could look into your eyes, tilting your chin up with one of his calloused fingers. “You killed ‘im?” You nodded. “The police…they already had warrants out for his arrest and there was a video documenting everything. I got off scot-free but Emma…Emma saw the whole thing. I still can’t forgive myself for it.” “The fucker deserved it, love, trust me. You kept our daughter safe without teeth or claws.” Johnny brought you in for a hug for the first time in six years, his chest warm and broad and comforting. “And Emma will be fine, lass, I promise. She’s not like a human bairn–in her mind, you proved your strength as a mother, that you would do anythin’ for ‘er.”

Is that how they really thought? You relaxed in his hold without thinking, his shirt smelling like sweat and cologne and the unmistakable musk of a wolf. “I don’t even remember it, really. Apparently he got a few hits in before…but I never felt it–at least not until the hospital afterwards.”

Johnny gripped you tighter, his arms crushing your shoulders into his chest. “I’m sorry, kitty.”

“For what?” You asked dizzily, captivated by his warmth and smell. It was like he was putting off some kind of hormones, drawing you in closer. 

“Fer not bein’ here. You’ve done it all alone.” His hand came to caress your face, thumb snagging on your lower lip. “You won’t be alone again, kitty.” That made you pause. You stiffened in his hold, stepping away. God, he was still so dangerous for you. You were pathetic, this was pathetic, he didn’t want you–he wanted Emma. He never would have come back for you.

“Sorry, John,” you said, forcing a smile. “Got a wee bit emotional there.” But Johnny didn’t say a word. Just looked at you with his too-bright blue eyes and nodded, his jaw clenched with tension. 

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to be…touching. Especially in front of Emma. The girls at school are already giving her the wrong ideas about you and I.” You leaned your hip against the counter, trying to be casual. “I don’t want to confuse her.” You tensed, preparing for a classic Johnny display of the short temper he used to have. 

Instead, Johnny smiled understandingly. “Of course, kitty, I’ll do what you need me to.” He really was a different man. Perhaps all the war and killing really was good for his temperament.

You smiled at him, this one genuine. “Okay. I think I’m going to order in, how does Chinese sound?”

Johnny sat on your couch, eating beef Lo mein with your daughter on his lap. He seemed perfectly content, sharing his food with her and answering her ceaseless questions about explosives–Emma had found out that was what he specialized in. 

A Christmas movie was on the telly, one of your favorites, and it was nice to be able to eat a meal without Emma snuggling into your hip and picking the meat out of your noodles. 

Your earlier conversation with Johnny had lightened your mood, so you left them to the couch, curling up on the loveseat instead. You had been too distracted to eat at lunch so you got to work on your takeout, only feeling a brief bit of weirdness that Johnny had absolutely insisted on paying for the food.

Your phone rang from the countertop you had left it on. You sighed, setting aside your fried rice to answer it.

It was Charlie. A part of you warmed–you needed a distraction from Johnny. 

You slipped into your bedroom, leaving the door cracked so you could still keep an eye on Emma. “Hey, Charlie,” you said, cupping the phone to your ear.

“Hey, honey, sorry for calling so late,” Charlie said, the soft noises of an elderly woman speaking in the background. “I was just thinking about you and thought I would see what you’re up to.”

“Takeout and Home Alone,” You said, sitting back against your bed. It was small and only really had room for you–which was a deterrent against men who ever wanted to stay the night. “How is Gran?” “She’s fantastic, she’s eating pizza and watching Doctor Who on the telly, it’s our perfect night in.” You laughed, enjoying the thought of a man who would routinely eat dinner with his grandmother two nights a week. “That sounds nice.” “It is. What’s the bear up to?”

Emma and Charlie got along quite well, he was good with kids and Emma referred to him as “the book man.” “John is over spending time with her, I’ve left them to it.” “Ah, that’s right, I had forgotten. Do you need to go?” “No, no, they’ll be fine for a bit. I needed a break anyway.” You chatted to Charlie for a few minutes further before you returned to the living room, getting back to your fried rice without looking once at Johnny. 

“Who was that, Mum?” Emma the Nose asked, eyeing your shrimp in a way that had you rolling your eyes.

“Charlie,” you said. “From work.” You refused to blush, knowing that Emma liked to tease, much like her father. “A coworker?” Johnny rumbled, his eyes half-lidded and lazy. “Didn’t sound like it.” You leveled a look at him, a look that clearly said none of your fucking business. 

Johnny’s mouth quirked, though there was no humor in his eyes. “Sounds like a nice chap,” he said dryly, turning back to the telly.

[ryuichirou]

Any hcs on the Genderbent versions of anyone? I know you love fem Idia and got some Fem Azul art, but do feed my girl loving heart

Anon, first of all, thank you for your patience. This ask took a while, because at the very beginning I was like “well I kind of want to draw this, even though I’m not sure when I’ll have time to draw ALL of them”, but then I started writing, and here we are…

I’ll just say that I’ve written more about some of the girls than about the others, because, well, I don’t have much thoughts about some of them. Mostly about the Savanaclaw…

Also I’m still not 100% certain about some stuff that I talk about, so if I ever manage to draw something or write more posts about them, don’t be surprised if we change our minds about how this whole thing goes.

Ace – pretty close to the original both physically and mentally, she’s a sporty gal who likes comfy-sporty street fashion and basketball. She is a tomboy, but she also considers herself quite cute. She often makes jokes about how her future husband is going to be some rich old dude and how she’ll never have to work, because she is such a cutie. She doesn’t really likes guys all that much though, so it’s more of a “yeah I can do that, so what?” type of thing, because she knows this topic pisses Deuce and Riddle off.

Deuce – ex-sukeban, but a soft-spoken neat girlie with a proper ponytail and clean nails. Embarrassed of her previous behavior, so she tries her best not only to become a good student like  the original Deuce, but also to act accordingly to how society perceives “good girls” who would become “wife material”  when they’re older. She doesn’t really want to become a housewife though, so she is quite conflicted about it…. She’ll figure it out eventually. Also, she respects and loves her mom a lot; she is pretty much her role model.

Riddle – your average flat-chested tsundere girl. When it comes to her hairstyle, I’m torn between giving her pigtails (a classic for this type), a bun similar to what the Queen herself is wearing, or something completely different. I addition to all the agonizing rules the original Riddle has to oblige to, she has a whole separate set of rules for a proper lady. A little copy of her mother in the making, but a hopeless romantic at heart.

Trey – a full-bodied short-haired oneesan type, very attentive and sweet. In addition to her love for cooking and baking, she is also quite handy (at fixing things) and strong, so sometimes people joke about her being more of a dad friend than a mom friend. Also, she is scary when angered.

Cater – also pretty close to the original: trendy and stylish, maybe she wears more accessories than the original Cater, but not too much. She jokes about having crushes on male celebrities, but she actually likes girls.

Leona – probably more proactive than the original Leona, since she’s a lioness. Logically that would also imply shorter hair, but who knows.

Jack – another oneesan type, but also quite tsundere-ish. Her hair is long and fluffy, just like her tail.

Ruggie – pretty close to the original, but with a cute short ponytail.

Azul – she prides herself on being the next Great Sea Witch: she is sure that she is going to become one, but she never brags about it, just thinks about it to herself very smugly. She also uses her charms to her advantage, being all sweet and acting like a dainty and fragile little lady around potential business partners, which is funny, because it’s painfully obvious that she is actually super bossy, pushy and aggressive. Maybe even more aggressive than the original Azul…

Jade – an unnervingly polite girl that has the same aura as your average Asian flight attendants do…. Like, almost yamato nadeshiko type?? Very soft-spoken and very attentive, humble, poised, but there is still this feeling that underneath all that hides something truly terrifying… She either has her hair down or wears it in a neat bun. She is extremely tall, which makes her intimidating, and is quite busty.

Floyd – just as tall and busty as Jade (they probably have the biggest breasts out of the entire cast), but definitely different in everything else. She is truly a creature and acts, well, just like the original Floyd. She’s either sluggish or super active depending on her mood, and is actually quite a flirt compared to her sister. It’s super easy for her to make other girls flustered (which is something that Riddle specifically doesn’t like her for). She wears anything that feels comfy and cool for her, although when it comes to shoes she prefers to wear sneakers and men’s shoes. She also wears her hair down more often than Jade.

Kalim – oh I’m having a hard time with this one, but she is kind of like a Disney princess (an active genki one). Her hair is probably braided, but it’s still quite fluffy and soft and looks a bit unkempt but in a stylish way: Jamil braids her hair every morning. She just wants to have fun 24/7, so she is a bit unhinged, but also quite empathetic and nice. But a bit dumb.

Jamil – a woman of my dreams lol but in all seriousness, visually she is quite similar to the original Jamil: her hairstyle is pretty much the same, her outfits still have this “hip-hop”-y vibe, a bit sporty, a bit tomboyish, but I guess with a sexy fleur? A very subtle one though. Personality-wise it’s a 100% match.

Vil – the type of model/actress you would see in a post titled “androgynous celebrities” and go “woah who is she”. Elegant, beautiful, super tall, Vil looks good in both dresses and pants. Just like the original Vil, she hates it when the clothes are described as “manly” or “womanly”: Vil wears what she wants to wear. Oh, and high heels are still a must: she is proud of her long legs and she’ll never let you forget about it. (Also when it comes to fem!Pomefiore, I wrote down “Lobelia but with a twist” lol)

Rook – someone you’ll look at for a second and immediately think “a lesbian”. She looks neat and wears makeup, but she is still quite tomboyish and has this vibe of a woman that could pin you against the wall. She is much better behaved now that she is in Pomefiore though. She definitely wore a plaid shirt when she and Vil first met lol

Epel – another tomboy. She doesn’t like girly things just as much as the original Epel, but I guess she is more justified in her hatred towards it than him lol She complains a lot about being forced to do stuff she doesn’t want to and has heated arguments with Vil, even though Vil doesn’t really force her to wear dresses or paint her face: she just wants Epel to brush her hair and stop swearing like a tractor driver. And wear sunscreen… Although Vil and Rook would like to see Epel dressed in both cute dresses and handsome princely outfits (the latter Epel especially doesn’t get).

Idia – tall otaku girl, the type of girl that would be mistaken for a dude online, because she tends to be a resident of online-spaces where all the men otaku hang out. The fact that she still uses “sessha” as her pronoun doesn’t help with that.  She is a liiiiiitle bit of a fujo, but her main focus is the same as the original Idia’s: animes with cute girls in it, gacha-games with waifus, all that stuff. Visually she is pretty much the same as Idia, well, other than the obvious differences. She also doesn’t own a bra, because she is rather small and wears big hoodies and jackets.

Ortho – well this is a tricky one. I think Ortho is also pretty much the same as the original Ortho, but maybe with cute little pigtails lol gotta think about this one more…

Lilia – pretty much the same as the original, the differences are minimal with this one. A cutie through and through 😔💕 and a war criminal

Malleus – whenever I think about her, I picture quite a mature looking lady, visually in her 20s, but I guess Malleus himself looks quite mature for a college student. Her figure is elegant and she is actually quite lean, but with wider hips. Maybe she has a headpiece similar to Maleficent’s, but she doesn’t wear it all the time.

Silver – I’m not sure if I want her to have longer hair or nah, she is also quite similar to the original Silver. She looks more delicate than she actually is because of her pretty face, but her body is actually full of scars and muscles. 

Sebek – she has much longer hair in a neat bun, she is quite full-bodied, strong and muscular. She is quite romantic in her beliefs that she won’t have a family because she is going to dedicate her life to her Queen.

[acourtofinkandpapyrus]

Late Night Comfort (Morrigan x Reader)

Warnings: Angst and fluff

After another bad breakup, you go to your bestfriend for comfort, when something snaps into place.

I run away, tears falling down my face as I make my way through the beautiful streets of Velaris.

I couldn’t notice any of its beauty right now, not as my now ex-girlfriends words were ringing through my head.

We had been having a discussion once again about letting people know about our relationship.  I had told her when we first got together that I wasn’t, and might never be ready to be out about anyone I loved.

“You’re selfish Y/N.  This isn’t just some fling anymore, I actually love you!”

Those words were the killing blow.  I knew after that, that no matter how much I wanted her to understand, she would never believe me when I told her that my reluctance to let people see in was the reason, and not her.

I had still fought for her though, because I loved her.  I mean, I thought I loved her.

Now… I wasn’t so sure.  I was still sad, but I also felt surprisingly empty, like part of me had already moved on.

Maybe it was because I knew this had been coming for a while.  The way she tried to hint to her friends that we were more than we appeared, her attempts to plant kisses on my cheek in public places.

So maybe I had known, but I still had hoped.  Hope that someone would understand.

I made my way up to the front door of my friend, Morrigan.  She had been with me through every bad breakup, partied the nights away with me until I was too drunk to remember why I had been sad in the first place.

So I knocked on her door, hard enough to wake the neighbors up from a dead sleep.

Normally I wouldn’t wake her up at such a late hour, but it felt almost as if there was a string tugging me towards her.  It was like that sometimes, like we were connected, she understood me so well sometimes it scared me.

As I wait for her to answer, I huff a laugh as I think of the first time I met her, how dorky I was and the gigantic crush I had on her.

She was, and is, way out of my league, and even if that wasn’t a problem, I had no idea where she stood with females.  I know she’s had quite a few flings, but I don’t know where her heart lies.

I sigh, realizing that she may not even be home, and turn around to leave when her door creaks open.

“Y/N?”  Mor’s tired voice called out, opening the door wider as I turned around.

I ran up the stairs of her porch, launching myself into her arms, barely holding back another wave of tears.

“Oh, hey, it’s okay.”  She murmured into my hair, drawing me more tightly into a hug.  “Hey, come inside, everything will be alright.”

She led me inside, locking the door behind her, and I went over to her stupidly extravagant couch and sat down, sniffling back the rest of my tears.

“I’m going to make us some hot cocoa, you don’t move.”

After two warm mugs or hot chocolate and me spilling everything that happened, I was exhausted, half laying on her shoulder.

“That’s awful.”  Mor said, petting my hair.  “You’re not selfish Y/N, and you did nothing wrong.”

I shuddered, trying not to start crying again.  “But I did.  She’s right, I should have just sucked it up and let people know-”

Morrigan grabbed my chin gently, pulling my head so I was looking into her eyes.  “No.  If she had truly cared about you, she wouldn’t have kept pulling those little tricks in public.  She crossed a line, and honestly, I think you should have dumped her right there and then.”

I laughed lightly, trying not to think about the deep emotion behind her words as her rich brown eyes bored into mine.  “You’re forgetting she dumped me.”  I say, looking away in an attempt to hide the blush that was now creeping up my cheeks.

“Her loss.”  She says, and normally it would be just another reassurance, but the way she said it felt more… personal.

I look at her again, and she’s studying me, her brows knit together in concentration.

My breath turns shallow as she leans forward, her head tilting slightly as she cupped my face with her hand-

And then she gasps, and I feel it too.  That string that I felt connecting us- it wasn’t just some emotional attachment as I thought it was.

It was a mating bond.

I quickly pull away at the wide look in her eyes.

She was horrified, she didn’t want this- she was never going to talk to me again.

I went to move off the couch, to run away, to vomit, I didn’t know.

I’m stopped by her hands on my shoulders, pulling me forward and kissing me deeply.

I’m dizzy as she pulls away, both of us gasping for breath.  “Don’t go.”  She said, letting go with one hand to tuck my hair behind my ear.

“Please don’t go.”  She repeats, hugging me closer to her.

I open my mouth to apologize, but I stop.  Maybe, maybe for just a minute, I could let myself imagine this is real, that she actually wants me.

So I wrap my arms around her, hugging her back for a long time, and eventually I fall asleep in her arms.

[cocoabubbelle-newblog]

SCOGUE-Tember (2024)

Day “3”: Ship Bingo

They are EVERYTHING to me: I think I mentioned in last year’s Scogue-tember prompt list that Scott/Cyclops x Rogue/Anna Marie was the first couple I ever genuinely shipped at a young age (before that, it was mainly _insert random fav chara_ x oc in my head I made up just for them). And X-Men:Evolution was the first Marvel show I watched that made me genuinely interested in exploring the original comics to find more of Cyclops x Rogue (which to my surprise, never was a thing) and watch the movies. My love of comics and lore (especially the concept of the multiverse) is largely in part thanks to how X-Men:Evolution was such a great show and how strong the chemistry was between Scott x Rogue.

They drive me crazy insane/positive: The fact that my final art portfolio project was a mock-proposal of an X-Men:Evolution sequel + spin-off that consisted of them and their kids speaks for itself.

The aesthetic is impeccable: C’mon. Relatively Popular Preppy Guy x Loner Goth Girl? It’s so cliché, but it’s SO good!!! What makes it even better is that their personalities work so, SO well together. While this could have gone the route of the BST/Slap-Slap-Kiss/Uptight loves Wild that usually accompanies tropes similar to this, what I love is that this DOESN’T. Their personalities only clashed in the beginning because of the initial misunderstanding and frustration of them being on opposite sides, and even then they were drawn to each other. And even though Scott was distracted by his crush on Jean after the events of ‘The Cauldron - Pt. 1 & 2’, his moments of interacting and bonding with Rogue before and since then still spoke VOLUMES.

Relationship Goals: I think three of SCOGUE’s best characteristics are communication, understanding/empathy, and connection. Are they perfect? OBVIOUSLY not, but the episodes demonstrating these traits are still pretty significant. One of my favorite moments is during ‘On Angel’s Wings,’ when Scott is confiding to Rogue about his belief in angels or at least in the possibility of them existing. Rogue had laughed, had realized Scott meant what he said, recognized how insensitive she had unintentionally been, immediately and sincerely apologized, then listened to him with more compassion, while Scott immediately understood that she had not intended to make him feel awkward/embarrassed, silently forgave her, and continued to confide in her because he felt comfortable with her. This might have been a small thing compared to other moments they had, but it still stood out to me how close they felt to each other on that level.

I blorboed so hard that now they’re basically my OCs: IN MY DEFENSE, the multiverse is a thing, and since the actual series + the films and even the ‘92 animated series already took several liberties with the casts’ age range, relationships, dynamics, backgrounds, etc, I didn’t see the harm in altering/adding some things for my personal headcanon aus for SCOGUE (ex. Rogue’s biological parents, Scott’s relationship with the ladies vs 616!s, Rogue’s surprise connection with other Marvel characters and the eventual status of her relationship with her foster/adopted parents, Scott’s view on a personal life vs duty to the X-men, etc)

I need a 30k hurt/comfort fic on my desk by Monday: more specifically, I need to actually write or draw out the pages of 1) Scott’s and/or Rogue’s relationships with Jean and Remy starting to go in a direction neither of them are sure about and them confining in each other as friends; 2) Rogue meeting a dangerous mind-controlled mutant who can actually RESIST the negative effects of her powers and unwittingly holds the key to her actively learning about her past and the fate of her biological parents before she was ‘taken in’ by Mystique and Destiny while Scott accompanies her; 3) The trauma of Jean’s death and/or her eventual transformation into the Dark Phoenix + subsequent final/near-deaths of SCOGUE and everyone else involved; 4) SCOGUE dealing with the aftermath of the Dark Phoenix + their growing/rekindling/not-quite-smothered feelings for each other; 5) All the fun stuff involved with the struggles of finally getting together, staying together despite all odds, marriage, children!, and trying to balance marriage, family, and X-Men life…instead of, y’know, letting it remain in my head.

They’re going to be the death of me: I literally cannot find a way right now to work on any other personal projects alongside SCOGUE content until I find a good balance/am sufficiently satisfied with what I churn out (and/or until more people are able to be more inspired/have time to create more SCOGUE stuff too xD)

They kimss, they holde handsss,…: Yes. Yes they do. (Be it via gloves, the mutant suppression collar, or my most favorite being that over time, Rogue is able to successfully control her abilities gradually so that intimate contact between her and Scott —plus normal contact with others— can last more than 10 secs/min/hours/etc)

Original

[elisedonut]

2, 17, and 29 for paperseer :>

- armadilloradio

Do they have a dynamic trope? (enemies to lovers, sunshine x grumpy, etc?)

I wish someone just made like a giant list of these my brain always draws a blank

Falling for an ex's sibling obviously

Childhood crush redux

Clingy/touch starved

Broken/ Also Broken but in a way that makes them feel compelled to help

Frilly/Sophisticated (in terms of like clothes)

What does a relaxing night in look like for them?

Dinner that they make together even though Lavender is more or less a taste tester then a cook because our poor girl just isn't that good but that's ok because she does the clean up and does help cutting stuff

you know eating together and stuff

and then Bath!! but together specifically!

I don't know why but I like the thought of them enjoying it

they can magic the tub bigger so that's no problem and then Percy just washes her hair while they talk about their days

plus it's able to keep Lavender from having to look in the mirror after and run the risk of ruining her night

and then Percy can brush her hair while they keep yapping on like the yappers that they are

(and if this is a trans girl Percy Au they also switch and Lavender brushes her hair for her too)

and then Lavender can do her nightly divination things she does dont ask me what it is i haven't decided yet but it's meant to make her dreams more vivid and easier to read while Percy does his own little activity that has been explicitly banned from being work related so it changes alot puzzle, reading something on his own. writing letters to friends and family small things

and then they finish getting ready for bed

and then they can lay down and cuddle while Percy reads some of the book they've gotten into out loud until they fall asleep <3

What is something they can never agree on? How do they meet in the middle?

hmmm this question is still difficult to answer

i feel like it's a retread but I tend to think most of Percy's partners do fight with him a bit over the other Weasley's it's just more of a question on what direction they lean

like in Lavenders case she's not exactly like liked by them but that also depends on the au too

I like the concept of Molly opening her home to others post war to ignore her trauma and grief and then Lavender ending up staying with Percy because of the noise and such being too much and eventually falling for each other

and that Molly would have a different impression of Lavender then one from a world where Percy and Lavender just kind of ran into each other one day and ended up getting together

and I do think that would make a difference on their fights and where Lavender stands regarding them

but i think the extended family causes issues of in most Percy ships so

I do think they fight over like pizza toppings but that's not really serious and they just split it in half

normally fights get 'won' by them pretty interchangeably

like if it makes her happy to have yet another lamp who is Percy to say no though if it really is hideous he will try to talk her into a different one with a varying success rate

and if Percy keeps pushing Lavender to actually go see her family a few months after the attack she will eventually cave as long as he promises to go with her

[cowboy]

journal #2

Good eve. :)

I've been in a strange way these past few days. I don't even know where to start seeing as this is seen by strangers who know nothing about my life, not even the mundane or simple things. but I'll just go into it.

This feeling I've been having of feeling like a tiger pacing in a cage has existed for years now and it flares up every once in a while. what does it feel like to let that pressure buildup go? is it possible to let it go? what would cause that pressure to burst and be freed? is this feeling eternally subconscious-to-conscious-to-subconscious-again? as in, i feel like it comes and goes but always exists. does it ever truly, truly leave? what does it mean to feel free, or cageless, anyway?

do y'all even know that feeling i'm talking about? lmao.

i have been going crazy over this crush for way too long and that's definitely adding to my feeling. i feel absolutely tied to a crush when i have one; i become addicted to the sensation of being near them and i forego so many of my desires and needs for them.

i came back home the other day to a messy room for five days in a row and only today could i clean it. i'm actually also realizing i haven't had my meds for a month now and i think that's really adding to this feeling and these actions (or... lack thereof).

anyway, i made a hinge profile this morning and i quickly realized how much i enjoy being found cute! it usually makes me feel really nervous but the separation of an app/ability to just swipe left or whatever made me feel more in control. to be clear, i hate that i enjoy it so much. i feel very vain in that sense -- i suppose it's human, but i'd like to think i don't need/want to be found attractive. oh well. i do i guess. not sure if that's something i should like... fix.

hinge both helped and did not help at all with my crush. i've been able to realize there's attractive funny interesting people out there that my crush tunnel vision was distracting me from, so i feel a lot less tethered to my crush. on the flipside, i realized so quickly that the type of person i am really truly fully attracted to at the moment doesn't exist, because it's just my crush. i just want someone exactly like him because i just like him so much. Lmaoooooooooo.

i'm also feeling stuck on this one art piece i'm making for my now-ex-but-still-bestie -- here's a pic of all the drafts i made of it:

that pic is missing one; four drafts total exist.

here's a close up of the most completed one:

plus my stupid looking goose ass. (my eye is red and irritated rn.)

it says "isn't it funny that we're here and not there?" i liked this concept for a while but now i am sick of it after drawing it three times and i feel like the message is boring to me now. i wanna draw something new, but i haven't properly set aside the time to develop any novel concept that would be appropriate as a gift for my friend.

anyway, i'll try to figure that out. what i'm more interested is -- do you feel like you get anything from this image, emotionally or intellectually? does it interest you at all whatsoever? what do you think the meaning is behind this piece, if any is notable at all? (i like it when people form opinions or theories behind the meanings of my pieces, so anything is valid 100%.)

also, would anyone be interested in purchasing one of these original drafts from me for like $10 or $15? again, i'm seeing if i might dip my toes into selling my art online so any feedback is helpful. hehe.

i'll end here. i have some more to post -- i'll be posting a little sketch comic draft of "notes on having a crush" and maybe people can find those relatable or what have you.

i hope everyone's having an excellent day. i am having a good one myself, despite that strange feeling of being pent-up and unresolved. :)

[bingbongsupremacy]

Heart Breaker AU

Pairing: Jonathan Byers x Reader

Warnings: None that I can think of.

Summary: No matter what you do, Jonathan Byers will never be in love with you. Not the way he is with Nancy anyways.

*Not Proof Read*

I don't believe I mention anything gender specific. If I did, please let me know and I can fix it.

ABC List Stranger Things Masterlist

*****

I've seen the way he looks at her.

Those adoring brown eyes. His expression fully attentive to every word she says, like her words have him stuck in a trance.

I didn't notice at first. I was so head over heels and happy that the guy I'd had a crush on for years actually returned my feelings.

Slowly I started to see things. The way he'd always walk her to her car when she'd leave, insisting he was just making sure she made it ok. The way he'd always seek her out in crowds.

It hurt, it really did.

Was I not enough? What was the point of even asking me out if he's still in love with Nancy? Was I just a rebound, someone he didn't mind hurting until he was able to get back to who he truly wanted to be with?

I've tried denying the thoughts. No, he has to like me to some degree, right? I mean, we spend every weekend together. He's brought me gifts and showered me in compliments. I've even met his family.

He has to like me.

" -Earth to y/n. "

A hand waves in front of my face, drawing me out of my thoughts.

" What? " I ask, looking up at the owner.

Robin rolls her eyes. " You definitely didn't hear what I just said. "

I give her a small apologetic smile. " I'm sorry, let's try again. Just tell me again. "

Robin shakes her head, leaning back against her couch. " Forget it, it's fine. What's up with you lately? You look...sad. "

" I don't know. " I let out a sigh. " It's just stuff with Jonathan I guess. " I take a small sip of the now lukewarm beer in my hands.

" What stuff? What'd he do? " She asks curiously.

I shrug. " I've just been noticing stuff with him lately and...I don't know what to think about it. "

Robin's eyebrows furrow slightly in confusion. " Like what? "

" He's always looking at Nancy. Like, every time we're together, she's all that his attention is on. " Frustration bubbles up in my chest. Just for once, I'd like him to look at me the way he does with Nancy.

Robin sits up slightly, her elbows on her knees. " And..? They're exes. He's probably not over her yet. "

My face scrunches up slightly and I look up at her. " But we're dating, Robin. The problem is that he's giving his ex goo goo eyes while at the same time spending every night at my place. "

Robin's eyes widen. " You guys are dating? Since when? "

What the fuck?

" Since like a year ago? How did you not know? "

" I mean, you guys don't really do anything...coupley. I thought you guys were close friends. I don't think anyone else knows you're dating either. " Robin explains.

She has a point. The most we've done around other people is give brief hugs when one of us has to leave early. " We just don't like PDA. "

To be honest, we've never really discussed it. I just noticed how tense he got in public whenever I tried to hold his hand and stopped trying. Not everyone likes physical touch.

" Yeah I understand not wanting to be one of those couples, " Robin's eyes meet mine. " But you guys don't even hold hands or I don't know, kiss each other on the cheek. You do nothing to show you guys are more than friends. "

I'm silent. She's right, we don't even have pet names for each other.

" I met his family. " I say hopefully. " His mom likes me. "

" Did he introduce you as his partner? " Robin asks.

He did not.

" No. " I answer quietly.

Robin doesn't speak for a moment.

" Look, " Robin says softly. " coming from a friend who doesn't want to see you hurt, a friend who loves you...in my opinion, he's still in love with Nancy. I think you might just be a rebound. " She says slowly, watching my face. " I don't know for sure, and you can totally just tell me to shut the fuck up but...he doesn't talk about you, he didn't tell his family you guys were dating, he doesn't show any sort of affection for you whenever other people around, and he's frankly showing more interest in Nancy than he is you. Those aren't good signs. They're quite literally all huge red flags. "

She's right.

And I hate it.

The door bell rings and our conversation is cut short. Robin sends me a sympathetic look before heading over to the front door. A smile makes it's way onto her face as she reveals the people waiting outside. " Hey guys! "

Nancy, Steve and Jonathan make their way into the house, all saying a polite hello.

At the sight of Jonathan, my stomach begins to tumble in regret and frustration. All I want to do is pull him aside and ask what the fuck is going on with our relationship. Are we anything other than friends with benefits?

Is our whole relationship screwed?

It isn't all bad. When Nancy's not around, we do have some good times. We watch movies and talk.

Those could just be friendly things. I don't remember the last time we talked about the future-our future together, or anything truly personal. Relationship type things.

" Hey, Y/N. " Jonathan greets, sitting down on the couch across from me.

I give him a small smile. " Hey. "

As much as I want to talk about this with him, it isn't a good time. We're around our friends. I need to at least pretend to be okay until we go home. Maybe then I can get some answers.

______

This is harder than expected.

At this point, I don't even know if he knows what he's doing. It's like a second nature. He turns his undivided attention to Nancy.

Halfway through the night, everyone starts to get hungry.

" I'll get it. " Nancy offers, standing up from the couch.

Jonathan follows her. " I'll go with you. " He offers.

Robin glances at me.

Anger bubbles into my chest. An anger I've tried suppressing so hard all night.

" Hey, Jonathan could I talk to you for a minute? " I ask as calmly as possible. I gesture to the hallway.

Jonathan's eyebrows furrow in confusion. " Uh, sure. "

Jonathan follows me out into the hall.

" What's up? " He asks. Although he sounds patient, I can tell how clearly he wants to go back into the other room.

" I don't think you should to with Nancy. " I state.

" Why not? " Jonathan crosses his arms, obviously still confused.

" Because I don't want you to. " I say, getting a little more frustrated. Can he now see how weird it is for him to be alone with his ex, especially one he's not over?

Jonathan rolls his eyes. " It's not that big of a deal, Y/N. It's fucking pizza. " Frustration is laced in his voice.

I shake my head, anger along with other emotions beginning to pour out. " It's not just getting pizza, Jonathan, and you know it. "

Jonathan shakes his head, laughing slightly in frustration. " You're being jealous. Calm down. "

" Fuck you, Jonathan. " My voice raises. " You're in love with her. You're in love with fucking Nancy Wheeler and I don't even know if you fucking realize it. All you do when you're with her is look at her. You're the first to offer to go with her when she needs to get something. You walk her to her car, you get her drinks. When was the last time you did that for me? Your family doesn't even know we're dating! No one does. You show no affection to me. " I begin to pace around. " I bet if Nancy asked you to fucking sell your soul, you'd do it just to please her. " I spit. " I'm your partner! Me! And you don't even treat me like I am. "

At this point I don't care that the other room has fallen silent as they listen in our conversation.

" You're making a big deal out of nothing, Y/N. " Jonathan sighs.

I narrow my eyes at the man. " Nothing? Do you even love me, Jonathan? " My eyes begin to sting.

Jonathan is quiet.

Deep down I knew something was up. He didn't even try to deny it.

" Fuck you Jonathan Byers. " I say through tears. " We're done. Whatever the fuck this is- was, " I point to the two of us. " is over. "

Jonathan's finally responds, his voice following me as I walk out of the hall. " I'm sorry. I-Y/N, let's just talk about this. Please! " He says desperately. " I'm an asshole- "

" Oh so now you're self aware. " I spit, snatching my coat from the couch. " Little too late. "

" Let me drive you home. " Jonathan offers.

That mother fucker really thinks I want to get into a car with him.

" Fuck no. " I blow past Nancy and Steve who both look shocked. " Sorry for ruining your game night, Rob. I'll call you tomorrow. " I have no idea how I'm getting home. All I know is it won't be Jonathan who takes me.

" Y/N-" Jonathan is cut off by Steve.

" I'll take Y/N home. " He pulls out his car keys. " You've done enough tonight. "

I don't bother to look back at the three of them as I storm out of the house. My rage simmers down slightly when cold drops of rain begin to pour down on me.

I don't look at Steve as he unlocks his car. I take a seat inside his car.

The only noise is the sound of rain hitting against the car. Steve turns off his radio, allowing us to just sit in silence.

" Thank you. " I mutter, embarrassment starting to sink in. I just had a screaming match with my ex in front of all my friends.

Steve sends me a soft smile. " Of course. I didn't want you getting sick. "

His kindness is sickening. Why the fuck couldn't Jonathan be like that?

" I'm so stupid. "

" You're not. You were in love. " Steve replies quietly. " You ignore things when you're in love. "

I don't respond.

Steve pulls into my driveway. He turns off the car, sinking us into darkness. " When I was dating Nancy, she started seeing Jonathan. At first I didn't really know what was going on. I mean, she was staying at work later but I figured she was just working late. I should've seen the signs. Everything was right there on the table. Unexplained gifts, staying out late, more dressing up... I just liked her so much that I pushed it all away. "

" How did you find out? "

" She eventually told me. I guess guilt got to her. " Steve shrugs. " It sucked. I mean, I'd been with her since high school and suddenly everything is changed. "

I look over at Steve. His eyes are pointed straight ahead. Somehow he's calm.

" How are you able to be in the same room as her? Aren't you pissed? How can you stand to be around Jonathan? "

Steve looks over at me. " I realized that Nancy and I weren't meant to be together. No use harboring hate over the past. It never would have worked out between us anyways. We both wanted different things in life. I want kids, she didn't. I still like her as a friend. I'd never date her again, but I will hang out with her. "

I don't think Steve and I have ever talked like this before. This deep. We only really met a year or two ago when Robin hosted our first game night. When he and Nancy broke up, it shook things up a big but eventually we all started hanging out again.

" Thank you again, Steve. "

Steve turns to look at me. " Yeah. Anytime, Y/N. I'm always there if you need a ride. "

I might have closed the door on Jonathan, but I think a new one with Steve might've been opened.

-----

Not a fan of this one guys. Idk what I was doing.

[bittrlys]

THE GOOD

Viren and Harrow scene

CRAB SHIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Young Viren

Viren selfcest (<- stream of consciousness note that I stand by, he needs to learn to love himself)

Aaravos and Viren had a baby <3 (I like that this twist about the child to save him only works for people who weren't already joking about this being their lovechild all last season)

The heavyhanded diaogue is lol but its nice to see Viren's internal journey ("DAD I'M FOLLOWING IN YOUR FOOTSTEPS" guys you really could have just shown that. But I guess Viren is literal even with his metaphors. I forgive him.)

Viren zoned the fuck out half the season still the best part of the show. But like I love the sense of crushing realization and weight of his thoughts. King of thinking <3

Nice to see Claudia also getting to do cool complicated things

Viren and Claudia literally carry the dramatic weight of the series on their shoulders -tm my friend

I appreciate that Terry continues to be down to clown

This blood elf assassin is hot ♥

I like the water elf design the coral horns are cool (and he looks like a Critical Role character)

I always love pirate towns so that's cool! And some brief actual intense stakes with the pirate captain.

Aaravos. FULL STOP. Like 10 lines of dialogue and he served with them all!

"If you see Claudia again tell her I said ..... hi" hahaa

THE BAD

The Rayllum (what was Callum even apologizing for?? Rayla just genuinely does not seem to like him.)

Janai immediately pivots in her belief because only villains are allowed to stick by their reasonable positions which oppose the desires of the main characters

Again, what changed Tidebound Tina's perspective and made her help them??? Characters will truly just change perspectives in a second if they're meant to be 'good' and not defy the main characters

Ezran is so entitled. Rayla is like oh this boat is a bad idea he's immediately like "WE NEED THAT ONE!" and then proceeds to get them all nearly murdered by pirates for some tadpoles and does not apologize at all.

That being said it seems the show just isn't that interested in Ezran or Rayla

Would it have killed them to include a scene showing why Rayla decides to show up and save the day in finale? She has no arc.

I understand the conclusion that Callum came to with ocean magic but I don't believe his process of getting there.

Can Janai do her damn job all she's ever shown doing is hanging out in her pyjamas pining and being in love. Tied with Zubeia who just hangs about talking about her husband and son all day.

THE UGLY

STOP WITH THIS DIVINE RIGHT OF KINGS SHIT (why would the Archdragon of the Ocean give a damn about a human ruler? But like Oh! We Have To Respect A King!)

They show up to the library with only FIVE HOURS TO SUNSET instead of idk camping outside the city until the next dawn and coming in then. And then leave directly at sunset instead of giving themselves like an hour of wiggle room. Unreal!

They can't even let these entitled main characters even THINK Amaya died for their arrogance Like they can't even feel guilt about it for five seconds.

What's the point of having a deus ex machina dragon you insert in every scene to save their asses (god I need Zubeia dead) if she's just going to stand there and do literally nothing while Amaya is attacked. Rewatch that scene camera never cuts to Zubeia's face to even show her idk considering it? Being unable to help? Just get rid of this dragon already she weakens the plot to an absurd degree.

Zubeia surviving. Full stop.

Thunder killed off this group of elves for the crime of uhhhh doing weird blood rituals? Moonshadow elves (Thunder's personal hit squad) do blood rituals. Thunder just loves massacring any group of people who defy his tyranny.

It's surreal that Xadians NEVER comment on the humans in their midst like the show will not draw attention to the fact that humans are othered + marginalized. It perpetually feels like the writers are backtracking on lore they previously established because they don't want to make Xadians look bad.

Like I can believe a criminal port is full of all elements but this happens elsewhere in Xadia. Even the Archdragon of Ocean doesn't address the fact that Ezran is a human.

But it's not like the differences between humans and Xadians aren't noted because humans (like Amaya) still have to constantly grovel for Xadian approval + forgiveness. Like for WHAT. Should Amaya have to apologize to Rayla anymore than Rayla should apologize for coming to assassinate a 10-year-old Ezran in season 1?

for fucking tadpoles?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

Callum, Rayla, and Ezran are UNSYMPATHETIC protagonists they literally will never face any consequences for any of their actions. Nothing really goes wrong for them -- they're always saved from trouble and they get everything ultimately handed them. They are supremely privileged, entitled people. Meanwhile Viren and Claudia go through 19 layers of hell just trying to get 1 thing done.

Overall I'd say it was better than season 4! 👍👍👍

[links-in-time]

Links in Time

Part 13

The boys are cooped up in the bunker like restless cuccos, while Maari and Zelda search her library. Wars and Maari have a little heart to heart.

"What do you think she's like?" Twi asked Wars, tugging on his boots as he sat on the edge of his bed in the room they were sharing.

"Who?" Wars replied, deciding weather or not to wear his scarf.

"Zelda," Twi reiterated.

"Oh, I don't know. What's your Zelda like?"

"Well, she's a princess. Powerful, brave, beautiful," Twi sighed, resting his chin on his fist.

"Sounds like you've got a crush there buddy?" Wars teased.

"I dunno, everything was so complicated and messy back in my time. What about you? You didn't fall for your Zelda?"

"I may have at one point. She was a fierce fighter and she never wavered in her belief that we would win the war. But I guess in the end she was still a princess and I don't think I ever felt comfortable with the idea of being a prince or king."

"What about Maari?" Twi probed, raising an eyebrow as he got ready to get up.

"What about her?" Wars replied, his tone of voice guarded, conveying an air of warning to his room mate.

"You seem to be getting close to her that's all," Twi remarked innocently.

"So? She's a great person, and she's interesting."

"I know, and I like her too. But," Twi sighed.

"What is it rancher? Spit it out," Wars frowned.

"I... Just don't get too attached alright. We both know that we'll have to leave this time and this Hyrule at some point. You can be pretty mopey at the best of times, I'd hate to have to deal with a heartbroken Captain." Twi teased.

"Nice, real nice Twi," Wars responded, slapping Twi with the end of his scarf.

"I'm just saying, joking aside. Be careful okay."

"I'll take care of my emotions. Now can we please drop this?" Wars groaned, as he got to his feet and headed for the door, scarf discarded on the bed.

***

Maari met Riju in the throne room earlier than she would have liked, but a servant had come to her door just after dawn and woken her. Riju explained that she didn't want to draw attention to the boys by making too many visible trips down to the bunker. Heading down early in the morning would reduce the number of prying eyes.

"Hello, it's Maari, isn't it," Zelda greeted her, as the ex-princess skipped down the stairs.

"Yes, your... Um... Apologies, I'm not sure how I should address you now," Maari stammered, all at once in awe of meeting Zelda in such a private setting, but also reminded that she was just a normal Hylian.

"That's alright, please just call me Zelda. There is no princess here anymore," she insisted.

"Am I invisible now?!" Riju scoffed from the doorway.

"Sorry Riju," Zelda chuckled. She turned back to Maari and held out her hand for her to shake. "I'm very glad to meet you Maari. I heard from Purah that there was a Sheikah warrior travelling with Link. Or is it Links? Purah can get so excitable sometimes her messages don't make a lot of sense."

"I'm sure everything will be somewhat clearer when you meet them all," Maari tried to assure her.

"Come on, I don't want to be gone from the palace for too long," Riju hurried the others.

They made their way down to the bunker together. Maari was surprised that this time there was no guard on the door. Though she supposed if Riju didn't want anyone to know the boys were in the city a guard would draw unwanted attention. Inside there was hardly any noise. The stone walls of the bunker were silent and still.

"Don't tell me they're still asleep?!" Riju asked incredulously. She huffed in irritation and proceeded to bang on the nearest door. "Any wandering heroes awake in here?!"

An instant later the door opened and Wars actually managed to catch Riju's hand mid swing.

"Yes your highness, we're awake," he replied politely. Quickly releasing the girl's wrist and giving her a short bow. "Come on Twi."

Twilight followed in the Captain's steps as they both left their room. Next door Wild and Time appeared.

"We've been up for a little while. It's difficult to tell what time it is underground," Time explained. "Not sure if the others are up yet. I'll just go and make sure they're presentable. Oh, you must be Zelda, it's a pleasure to meet you. Wild's told us a great deal about you." Time said as his attention shifted to Zelda.

The older hero gave both women a bow before turning towards the larger sleeping chamber. Twilight remembered his manners and bowed to Riju. He wasn't sure how to greet Zelda so he nodded courteously at her.

"Wild?" Zelda asked, "who's Wild?"

"That would be me," Wild stepped forwards. "Hey Zel."

They all collectively held their breath waiting to witness this reunion. At last Zelda stepped towards Link and threw her arms around his shoulders. For a second he hesitated, then reciprocated, wrapping his arms around her slender form. Though he still seemed to be hesitating. He glanced up at Maari for a second. She nodded and a moment later they drew apart.

"It's so good to see you Link. When Paya told me you were coming I thought you would teleport straight here. But I didn't realise there were so many of you."

"I forgot about teleporting us here," Wild realised.

"You..." Wars began, unable to select a polite word for what he wanted to call his brother.

"But you're here now and Paya mentioned you wanted to look at my books?" Zelda seemed intrigued. "Which surprised me because I don't think I've ever seen you read. Not once."

"Can you read Wild?" Wars asked, a sly smile creeping across his face.

"Of course I can read. I just don't get the time." He retorted, then turned his attention back to Zelda.

Meanwhile Time had turned the rest of the gang out of their beds. They hurried to get dressed and make themselves presentable. Everyone except Sky who kept refusing to get out of bed.

"S'too early," he groaned.

Since they were to be meeting a princess Time reminded them all to be on their best behavior. Specifically instructing Legend not to ask what price he could get for Riju's royal jewelry.

They all assembled in the dining hall where Wild started a fire and unpacked some supplies for breakfast. Riju and Zelda greeted each of the boys in turn, learning their nicknames and enjoying the same surprise that Maari had experienced as they realised how similar they all were.

Wild cooked rashers of bacon and fried eggs for everyone. (no bacon for Maari, or Wind surprisingly) While everyone sat and ate Riju and Zelda attempted to get some answers out of Maari and the boys.

"And so we set off to close the dark portals and look for answers to why this happened to us in the first place," Time concluded their story.

Maari wondered just how many times he had told it now. It sounded quite rehursed and he hardly paused to think.

"None of us can go home and rest until this last mystery is solved. We need to figure out the origins of the portals and why they keep springing up randomly, spitting out monsters from all of our eras where they don't belong." Twilight continued.

"Sounds intriguing. Do you have anything to go on?" Zelda asked.

"Hyrule and I can close the portals with simple magic. Which suggests they were created with magic familiar to all or most of our eras. When they disappear they leave traces of runes burnt into the ground. I assume they're part of the spell which conjures them in the first place," Legend explained, taking a large bite of a bacon and egg sandwich.

"Did you make notes of what these runes looked like?" Zelda asked, her excitement was clearly visible. She grasped her hands together, he eyes wide and a childlike smile spread across her face.

"I took some pictures of them on the Purah Pad. They should be saved in it's memory," Wild informed her, pointing at the device attached to Zelda's hip.

Zelda picked up Link's Purah Pad and started flicking through the images. She was surprised to see quite a lot of photos of scenery. Not just from their Hyrule, but also of places she didn't recognise. At last she found some images of interesting runes scorched into rock and grass.

"You mean these?" She asked, turning the pad around for the others to see.

"Yeah that's it," Wild replied.

"I don't recognise the language. But if there's any record of it anywhere it will be in my library." She assured them.

Zelda was eager to get into her library and start looking for signs of the mysterious runes. But Riju reminded her that the boys couldn't leave the bunker. They settled on the idea of Maari helping Zelda with her search. Then during the evening they could bring whatever they found down to show the boys.

"If we find anything," Maari said quietly to herself.

She hadn't said anything to the others but she had her doubts about finding anything pointing to the mysterious dark portals. Of course she was hopeful, but she was also realistic. They had travelled across so many different eras of Hyrule. How likely was it really that they were going to find a clue in this time?

Still Maari accompanied Zelda and Riju to the library Zelda had assembled in the palace. She had taken over an unused wing of the palace and filled it with the ancient royal library, as well as tomes and scrolls she had collected from all over Hyrule. There were shelves and stacks of books filling the room. Hardly any floor was visible as crates filled the rest of the avaliable space.

"I haven't finished unpacking and organising everything yet. I'm mostly working on my own, but the research teams come and help when they can spare the time." Zelda said, as she picked her way across the room.

Maari stared around the space, daunted by the new mountain she was facing on her journey.

Riju had to excuse herself from the search due to previous engagements and regular duties. Leaving Zelda and Maari to search the library alone. Their approaches to the search were quite different. Zelda looked through each book and tome methodically, hardly skipping a page as she compared ancient texts to the runes in Wild's photos. Maari on the other hand would pick up a book, skim through it, then place it on either a pile of possibilities or duds. They worked this way through the whole day, without finding anything remotely similar to the runes the boys had seen.

"I hate to say it Zelda, but we're not finding anything." Maari sighed.

"We haven't found anything yet, you're right. But there's plenty more material to search though," Zelda replied, trying to remain positive.

"Well, it's getting late and the boys will want to know how we've done. We should go down and see them," Maari suggested.

"I guess you're right. But I don't like going down there with nothing to show for a day's work."

"I know it's not what we hoped for, but given how much you have here," Maari gestured around the room, "I'm not that surprised really."

Zelda let out a long sigh before dragging herself to her feet and making her way to the door. Maari followed and together they returned to the bunker.

After just one day stuck underground, the boys already seemed to have cabin fever. Wind, Legend and Hyrule had gone off exploring the tunnels under the city, Sky and Warriors were sparring in the main square, while the others were doing weapons and gear maintenence in their own corners.

There were mixed reactions to the lack of news from Zelda's research. But most of them realised that it had been unlikely she would have found anything on the first day. While Zelda had returned to the palace, Maari stayed behind to eat supper with the boys. She had grown used to sharing meals with them and enjoyed listening to their stories and banter while they ate. She was even starting to feel comfortable joining in.

"Yes, but have you ever had to eat one?" Wild demanded, pointing his spoon accusingly at Wars.

"Of course not!" He replied, clearly disgusted.

"Why in Hylia's name would you EAT a fairy?!" Time demanded.

"I was in seriously bad shape alright. Besides, no one ever told me they were intelligent. No fairy ever protested before!"

Maari laughed, clutching her rather full stomach. She laughed so hard she almost choked on her dinner. Four laughed at her struggle but managed to pass her a cup of water to ease her coughing.

"Easy Maari, this gang can't lose any members!" He smiled and patted her on the shoulder.

Maari looked around at the boys, they all seemed to agree with Four's statement. They grinned warmly and nodded their assention. Maari couldn't help but smile back. When she set out from Kakariko she never thought she would grow so close to the Links.

When time came for everyone to turn in for the night Maari hung around a little longer. Wind and Sky were the first to hit the sack. Twi, Wars, Time and Wild stayed up a little longer.

"I suppose we should all get to bed as well," Wild suggested, slapping his hands on his thighs ready to get to his feet.

"Well, as far as I can tell it's still a little early," Wars replied, turning and searching in his pouch for something. "And I think we deserve a little treat, don't you guys?" He asked, waving a small bottle in front of them.

"I don't think that's wise," Time replied, though he also didn't seem tired.

"What's wise isn't always what's good for you Old Man," Wars responded, reaching across the table for some clean cups. He started to pour a shot of liquid into each cup then attempted to hand them out. "Come on Twi, I know I can tempt you."

"Alright, but just one. I don't want a repeat of last time," Twi warned.

"Last time?" Maari asked, curious as she considered taking a drink herself.

"Oh no, that's not a story I want to share," Twilight insisted shaking his head as he attempted to put the cup back down.

Wars stopped him and added more to Twi's cup.

"Oh come on, it wasn't that bad. Drink up rancher."

"You're encourageable Captain," Twi sighed, raising his cup to his lips at last.

Wild also took a cup and after a little more convincing Time decided to partake as well.

"Maari?" Wars asked, a little uncertain.

" Why not? I've had a long, long day." She shrugged and took the cup from his hands. Their fingers brushed as the cup passed between them.

The five adults sat with each other for a while, sharing more serious stories, and a few funny ones to pass away the evening. Everyone except Twilight had a second drink. He insisted that even the thought of more booze made him feel nauseated. This made Maari more eager to know what had happened, but she liked Twi and didn't want to embarrass him by pushing his boundaries.

"Alright kids, now it really is time for bed," Time insisted, setting his cup down and standing up. He patted Wars on the shoulder as he walked past. "Thanks for he drink Cap. See you all in the morning."

Wild and Twi were next to hit they hay. Leaving Wars and Maari sitting in silence.

"Karu used to call me Mar when we were kids by the way," Maari said, staring into her mostly empty cup.

"Really?" Wars asked, glad that she had spoken first.

"Mm, I noticed you calling me it the other day."

"Sorry, it just sort of happened."

"No it's fine. I kinda like it."

"Oh, well good." Link's teasing, brovado had melted away. He seemed so much more at ease without the rest of the gang around him.

"Why are you so, different when the others are around?" She asked cautiously.

"How do you mean different?" Link asked, a little taken aback.

"Well, you seem more relaxed when it's just us."

"Hmm," Link considered for a moment

He knew exactly what Maari was talking about. He knew about the mask that he put on in front of the boys. He just assumed they all did the same thing. They had all had their breakdowns in front of the gang. They had all built each other back up again. It wasn't that he was afraid to show his emotions in front of them. That wasn't it at all.

"I guess I've always been the one who has to keep up morale and keep everyone on track. Time is our leader but he looks to me to help strategize and plan our missions. While they're all around I have to keep their faith in me that I can do my job. But I guess, when I'm with you, I don't need to do that so much."

"I'm glad you can relax around me. I kinda feel the same way too. But I'm finding it hard to relax here. Searching the archives with Zelda is hardly my idea of fun, and it's even more difficult knowing that somewhere out there the Yiga are planning something. Kidnapping innocent civilians and doing who knows what."

Link recognised the fire in Maari's eyes. He had worn a similar look when he had set out to hunt down, first Cia, then Ganon. He could tell her mind was set on doing something rash.

"You're not thinking of going looking for them are you?" He asked warily.

"I... I don't know. A big part of me wants to go out and find them and destroy their clan forever. But I know that's irresponsible."

"Not to mention dangerous. So maybe you shouldn't go alone."

"Wait what?" Maari asked, surprised by Link's suggestion. "You want to come with me?"

"Maybe. I think you're right, I think the Yiga need to go, but I can't allow you to risk your life on your own."

"Why?"

"Because something about this feels off to me, and I think you can feel the same thing. There's more to what the Yiga are up to than simply kidnapping people. Surely they wouldn't be doing it if they didn't have a reason."

"My thoughts exactly." Maari confirmed. Then she paused and was silent for a moment.

"What is it?" Link asked, reaching out a hand and gingerly laying it on top of hers.

"My father thinks my mother might be with the Yiga." She said quietly, eyeing his hand.

"You mean they're holding her Prisoner after all?"

"No," she shook her head, wondering weather or not to tell Wars what her father had divulged. "I mean she's with them. Working with them. But I... I just don't know for sure."

At last Link understood. This wasn't just about defeating the Yiga once and for all. It was about finding Maari's mother. His heart reached out to her, but all he could bring himself to do was lean towards her and pull her into a hug. For a moment Maari didn't react, other than freezing up a little. But eventually she relaxed into Link's embrace and wrapped her arms around his middle.

"I'm gonna find a way to help you, I promise," Link uttered close to Maari's ear.

"You don't have to promise me that Link," Maari uttered, her head nestled against his shoulder.

"I'm doing it any way. I'm going to help you." He replied resolutely. Time was going to kill him.

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