#i am ✨mentally unstable✨

[ghostedeabha]

all of my family is so normal and i'm here 20 years old, jobless, educationless, writing fanfics, simping for MANY masked men... talking to myself/my hallucinations while delusional and hallucinating at 14:40 on a wednesday💅

[surrounded-by-fuckups]

I’ve just realized I’ve been reading Jeff the Killer fanfics for a long time, as now it is 4am, and I must wake for a breakfast buffet soon, and thanksgiving cooking, and a whole house to clean, and laundry. What have I done.

[earthlybeam]

Hello! If I may, could I ask for Legolas, Thranduil, and Elrond with a reader who is a chaotic and slightly mentally unstable scientist? The reader enjoys experimenting with poisons or machinery and often refuses to sleep or take breaks, also the reader hates or despise everything and everyone but appreciates only them. I absolutely adore your writing style and am very fascinated by your work. I apologize if I made any dramatic mistakes; English is not my first language. Have a good day/night.☕

Thank you for your kind words! I’m glad you enjoyed what i write. 🥺❤️‍🔥🫶✨ It’s always a pleasure to help with creating these pieces for you all. Enjoy your day dearies 😘❤️

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Thranduil, Elrond, Legolas Version below.

🍷𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓾𝓲𝓵

The candles on your workbench had long since burned low, their flickering flames casting uneven shadows across the chaotic sprawl of your workspace. The wax dripped in jagged lines down the candlesticks, pooling around their bases like tiny fortresses of neglect. Parchments filled with half-written equations and intricate designs were scattered haphazardly, some crumpled, others curling at the edges from proximity to heat. Jars of ink sat precariously close to one another, their lids askew, while tools of every size and shape cluttered every available surface. The room reeked faintly of ink, scorched metal, and the faint tang of ozone from earlier experiments.

You were consumed. Immersed in your work to the point of oblivion, your fingers moving deftly as if guided by instinct rather than thought. Your quill scratched feverishly against the parchment, and every so often, you reached out blindly for a tool or shifted a piece of machinery on your desk. The ache in your neck had settled into a dull, constant throb, ignored entirely. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d eaten—was it this morning? Or yesterday? The concept of time had dissolved into the swirl of your thoughts, your experiments too engrossing to permit distractions like food or rest. The only sounds in the room were the rhythmic scrape of your quill, the occasional clink of metal against metal, and the faint rustle of leaves outside the workshop window. The forest outside was alive, yet distant, its whispering winds and birdsong utterly irrelevant to the furious churn of your mind. Until now.

The door to your workshop swung open with a decisive creak. The sound sliced through the bubble of your focus like a blade, but you didn’t bother to glance up. “Not now,” you snapped, your voice sharp with irritation. “Not now?” The response was smooth, unyielding, and unmistakably familiar. The voice carried a regal authority that sent a jolt of unease through your chest, though you refused to let it show. “You’ve said that every time I’ve come to check on you this week,” Thranduil continued, his words deliberate and edged with frost. “I grow weary of it.”

Your heart skipped a beat as you registered his presence. The weight of his gaze was palpable even without looking at him. Still, you kept your focus on the work before you, refusing to acknowledge the interruption beyond a clipped, “I’m close to finishing this.” You shoved aside a set of broken gears, their clatter muffled by a scattering of parchment, and reached for a thin, carved tool. “I don’t need a lecture,” you muttered, barely managing to keep the annoyance out of your voice. “Indeed,” he replied, his tone colder now, sharper. Something moved at the edge of your vision, and this time, you risked a glance. Thranduil had stepped further into the room, his robes flowing like liquid silver in the dim light. His tall frame seemed to fill the space, though his movements were deceptively quiet. Behind him, shadows flickered in the doorway—silent figures slipping into the room like wraiths. Your eyes narrowed. “What are you doing?” you demanded, your tone sharp with suspicion. Thranduil turned his head slightly, the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Ensuring that you don’t work yourself into an early grave,” he said, his voice calm but unrelenting.

Before you could respond, the elves behind him moved swiftly and deliberately. You barely had time to register what was happening before they began to gather your tools, notes, and half-finished contraptions. It was like watching a gust of wind sweep through the room, leaving only empty spaces in its wake. “Stop!” you barked, rising to your feet. “Put those back!” The elves ignored you, their expressions serene as they continued their task. Rage flared hot and fast in your chest as the realization sank in. “Thranduil!” you hissed, whirling on him, your hands curling into fists. He stood perfectly still, unperturbed by your outburst. His icy blue eyes met yours with infuriating calm, the faint amusement in their depths only fueling your anger. “You’ll find your precious notes scattered throughout the forest,” he said, his voice smooth and measured, as though explaining an unavoidable truth. “If you want them back, you’ll have to retrieve them yourself.” You stared at him, stunned by the audacity. “Perhaps in the process,” he continued, his tone as sharp as the edge of a blade, “you will remember how to breathe.” For a moment, you could hardly speak, your fury choking you. “You—”

But Thranduil was already turning away, his long robes sweeping across the floor as he strode toward the door. He didn’t so much as glance back as he left, leaving you standing alone in your ransacked workshop, the silence ringing in your ears. All at once, the absence of your tools and notes—the absence of your work—hit you like a blow. The hollow pang of disbelief quickly gave way to seething anger, your jaw tightening as you stormed toward the door. You would get everything back. And Thranduil would pay. You stormed into the forest, your chest tight with indignation and your thoughts ablaze with fury. How dare he? How dare he interfere with your work? The audacity of the Elvenking to decide, unbidden, that you needed his meddling. You clenched your fists as you stomped deeper into Greenwood, your boots crunching against the forest floor. The once-familiar paths looked suddenly alien, the towering trees and their sprawling canopies almost oppressive in their grandeur. The air was sharp with the scent of earth and pine, crisp and clean, but it did nothing to cool the heat rising in your chest. You muttered under your breath as you marched on, your eyes darting wildly across the landscape. You scanned the roots of trees and the mossy ground, your gaze flicking upward toward branches heavy with leaves.

The forest seemed alive with its usual symphony—birds trilled from unseen perches, the wind whispered through the treetops, and a distant brook babbled softly—but tonight, those sounds grated against your fraying patience. The tranquility of the Greenwood felt mocking, as though the trees themselves were amused by your plight. You yanked aside a low-hanging branch, its leaves brushing against your face, and froze as something caught your eye. Nestled in the hollow of an ancient oak was the first of your stolen belongings—a wrench, its familiar metal sheen dulled by the shadows of the tree. Your lips pressed into a thin line as you reached for it, tugging it free with an irritated huff. Thranduil’s game was as infuriating as it was calculated. A collection of gears gleamed beneath the crystalline surface of a shallow stream, their polished edges reflecting sunlight like fragments of a shattered mirror. You scowled as you knelt to retrieve them, the icy water biting against your skin. The effort was deliberate, painstaking; it forced you to slow down, to focus on details you might otherwise have ignored.

Further along, scraps of your notes fluttered in the breeze, pinned under stones or lodged between the ridges of tree bark. Each find felt like a small victory, though it came laced with exasperation. His elves had been meticulous, scattering your tools and papers far and wide, leaving you no choice but to scour every inch of the forest. And yet, as you trudged onward, muttering curses at Thranduil under your breath, something began to shift.The cool air brushed against your heated skin, soothing the tension coiled in your chest. Sunlight filtered through the canopy in soft, dappled patterns, painting the forest floor in golds and greens. The faint scent of pine mingled with the earthy richness of damp soil, grounding you in a way that your workshop’s ink-stained walls never could.

You began to notice things—details that had once seemed inconsequential. The way the moss clung to the knotted roots of an old tree, soft and vibrant beneath your fingers. The dance of sunlight on the rippling surface of a stream. The rhythmic crunch of your footsteps through fallen leaves, steady and grounding. It struck you, somewhere between uncovering a coil of wire tucked beneath a bed of ferns and retrieving a delicate tool balanced on a high branch, that your thoughts were no longer a tangled web of frantic ideas. The restlessness that had driven you to exhaustion was dissipating, replaced by an unfamiliar clarity. The single-minded act of searching calmed the storm in your mind, forcing you to focus on the present moment rather than the chaotic rush of unfinished designs. You hated it. You hated that his absurd, arrogant scheme was working. Hated that, in the absence of your tools and notes, you could feel the weight of the Greenwood pressing gently but firmly against your restless soul. Hated that you found yourself pausing for a moment—not because you were forced to, but because you wanted to. And most of all, you hated the growing suspicion that Thranduil had known this would happen all along.

The final clue led you to a secluded glade, where the air felt impossibly still and the sunlight poured down in golden beams, softening the world into something almost ethereal. The glade itself was breathtaking—ringed by ancient trees whose gnarled roots seemed to cradle the earth itself, their branches stretched high as if reaching for the heavens. And there, beneath the largest and most ancient of the trees, stood Thranduil. His regal form was unmistakable, even in this setting, where the simplicity of the moment seemed at odds with his usual grandeur. Yet somehow, he still seemed larger than life, an embodiment of Greenwood itself. His silvery robes caught the sunlight, their edges shimmering faintly as they shifted with his movements. His hands were clasped neatly behind his back, his posture impossibly poised, as though he had been waiting for you all along.

Your gaze shifted, and the sight before him made you pause. A lavish picnic had been laid out on a blanket of rich green fabric, its color blending seamlessly with the grass beneath it. Platters of ripe fruits glistened like jewels in the dappled sunlight—plump berries, golden pears, and pale slices of melon arranged in perfect, artful patterns. Warm, crusty loaves of elven bread rested on a wooden tray, their sweet, nutty scent reaching you even from a distance. And beside it all, a delicate bottle of Dorwinion wine stood, the deep red liquid catching the light as it rested beside two crystal goblets. Your footsteps faltered as you emerged into the clearing, the fury you had carried throughout the day smoldering in your chest. Your hands curled into tight fists as you marched toward him, your boots crushing the soft grass underfoot. “You—”

The word left your lips in a growl, but before you could launch into the tirade that had been building within you all day, Thranduil turned to face you fully. His piercing gaze met yours, and for a moment, the intensity of it froze the words on your tongue. He did not speak immediately, but there was a calm certainty in his posture, in the faint tilt of his head, that told you he was already ten steps ahead of you. With a smooth gesture, he extended one hand toward the picnic. “Sit,” he said, his tone calm yet commanding, each syllable crisp and deliberate. You stared at him, your fury momentarily reignited by his audacity. “You can’t just—” “Sit,” he repeated, his voice firm but still impossibly composed. There was no anger, no frustration, only an unyielding steel beneath the silken tone. Your first instinct was to argue, to fight back against his high-handedness, but the sharpness of his gaze held you in place. Despite yourself, you felt the weight of exhaustion settle over you. The hours of searching, the endless trek through the forest, and the simmering frustration had worn you down in ways you hadn’t fully realized. The ache in your limbs and the emptiness in your stomach suddenly became impossible to ignore.

Your jaw tightened, but the fire of your resistance flickered. With an irritated huff, you lowered yourself onto the blanket, glaring daggers at him as you folded your legs beneath you. You made no move toward the food, your indignation still too fresh. Thranduil sank gracefully onto the other side of the blanket, his movements fluid and unhurried. He reached for the bottle of Dorwinion wine, pouring the deep red liquid into a goblet without so much as a glance in your direction. “Even the brightest minds,” he said, his voice as smooth as the wine he poured, “require nourishment and peace. Your work will still be there tomorrow.” He lifted his gaze, meeting your eyes with a look that was both piercing and soft, a contradiction only he could embody. “But only if you are.”

The words struck a chord you hadn’t been prepared for, though you refused to let it show. Instead, you reached for a slice of bread with deliberate defiance, breaking off a piece and biting into it as though you could spite him with your silence. Warmth bloomed across your tongue—the bread was soft and fresh, its faintly nutty flavor mingling with just a hint of honey. Despite your best efforts, the simple act of eating softened some of the tension coiled within you. You reached next for a handful of berries, their sweetness bursting against your palate in a way that momentarily distracted you from your simmering anger. Thranduil said nothing more as he filled his own goblet and sipped the wine, his gaze steady but not pressing. The silence between you felt deliberate, an unspoken truce that settled over the glade.

You made a point of chewing slowly, each bite deliberate and begrudging, though the food’s warmth and richness worked against your irritation. Your movements began to lose their edge as you sampled more of the fare—melons, pears, bread. Each mouthful eased the weariness in your body, though you refused to admit it.Gradually, the tension in the air began to ebb, replaced by an unfamiliar stillness. The glade felt timeless, untouched by the worries and chaos that had driven you for so long. The golden beams of sunlight seemed warmer now, and the whisper of the forest no longer grated against your frayed nerves.

When you finally glanced back at Thranduil, you caught a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but unmistakably triumphant. Your irritation flared anew as you realized he had won—he had planned this, orchestrated every detail, and somehow, he had been right. You scowled, tearing off another piece of bread as if it were his smirk you were trying to destroy. But even as you bristled, the warmth of the food and the quiet beauty of the glade worked their way past your defenses. Slowly, against your will, you began to relax. And as the tension ebbed away, you found yourself sinking into the moment—into the stillness, the food, and the rare softness in Thranduil’s sharp demeanor.

The tension ebbed as the meal wore on. The food and the quiet rhythm of the forest softened your anger, and the stillness around you began to seep into your mind. For the first time in days, you allowed yourself to truly rest, leaning back against the base of the tree. When you glanced at Thranduil, you caught the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. “What are you smiling about?” you muttered, narrowing your eyes. He tilted his head, his expression as imperious as ever. “You seem calmer,” he said simply. You scoffed, turning your gaze away. “Don’t think this means you’ve won.” His smirk deepened, and his voice carried the faintest trace of amusement as he replied, “Oh, but I already have.” You opened your mouth to retort but found yourself oddly at peace with his victory, much to your own surprise. Against your better judgment, you let yourself lean back into the comfort of the moment, silently vowing to never let him outmaneuver you again. But deep down, you knew he likely would.

📜 𝓔𝓵𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓭

The dim light of evening seeped through the intricate arches of Rivendell’s healing chambers, casting golden hues across the worn stone and polished wood. Inside the cozy lab study, chaos reigned. Books lay sprawled open, their delicate pages dog-eared and ink-smudged, while scrolls were crumpled in haphazard piles. Half-finished experiments glimmered dangerously on the broad stone table, an array of poisons in delicate glass vials and intricate machinery that ticked and whirred with ominous precision. The sharp tang of chemicals clashed with the earthy scent of dried herbs, creating an oppressive atmosphere that suffocated Rivendell’s usual tranquility.

You hunched over your workbench, the fabric of your robes stained with ink and faint burn marks from a misstep days earlier. A pile of scattered notes surrounded you like a fortress, your pen flying furiously across yet another page. Your trembling hands were smudged with soot and ink, but you ignored their protest. The steady, frantic rhythm of your work was fueled by caffeine, raw adrenaline, and sheer stubbornness, your body long past the point of exhaustion. Outside, the day quietly surrendered to dusk, but you didn’t notice. The soft amber light filtering through the windows meant nothing to you, lost as you were in a manic haze of focus and frustration. The room was alive with sound: the bubbling of liquids in alembics, the faint hiss of gas flames beneath burners, the occasional scratch of your pen as you etched more discoveries onto parchment. Even the shelves around you reflected your restless mind—laden with precarious stacks of vials, beakers, and jars, some labeled, many not. The disorder mirrored your state of being, and you thrived in it, or at least you told yourself you did.

The sound of a door creaking open behind you barely registered. You were too absorbed in your work, too immersed in your frantic pursuit of answers, to acknowledge the soft but deliberate footsteps that entered the room. It wasn’t until his calm, steady voice broke through the haze that you even realized you weren’t alone. “You cannot sustain yourself like this.” The words hung in the air, spoken with quiet authority, and yet they grated against you like an unwelcome distraction. You recognized his voice immediately—Elrond, Lord of Rivendell, his presence as commanding as ever despite the gentleness in his tone.

“A mind as brilliant as yours will only falter if you do not allow it rest,” he continued. His words carried concern, but they also held an edge of firmness, as though he’d long since passed the point of tolerating your self-destructive tendencies. You didn’t turn to face him. Instead, your shoulders tensed, and you snapped back at him, your voice sharp with irritation and exhaustion. “Save your wisdom for someone who cares, Lord Elrond. I have work to do.” Your dismissal hung heavy in the room, a deliberate rejection of his intervention. You turned back to your work, hoping he’d take the hint and leave, but his steady presence lingered, unshaken by your outburst. From behind you, Elrond’s brow furrowed. Though his expression remained composed, there was a flicker of frustration in his sharp features. Still, he spoke with measured calm, each word deliberate. “This is not wisdom for others. It is for you. You may ignore me, but you cannot ignore the limits of your body.” You scoffed, waving a dismissive hand over your shoulder. “Then leave me to those limits,” you muttered, your voice low but defiant. Your focus returned to the vials before you, the glass trembling slightly under your unsteady grip. The words were bitter, a final attempt to push him away.

There was silence then, the weight of your defiance pressing heavily into the space between you. Elrond stood motionless for a moment, his piercing gaze watching the faint tremor in your hands, the dark circles etched beneath your eyes, the signs of your slow unraveling that you refused to acknowledge. But he did not argue further. Without another word, he turned and left the room, his soft footsteps fading into the distant corridors of Rivendell. You exhaled sharply, your hands gripping the edge of the table as you forced yourself to block out his intrusion, returning to the frantic rhythm of your work. Yet, in the quiet that followed, his words lingered, unshakable. The kitchens of Rivendell were as serene as the rest of the elven haven, their polished wooden counters and stone hearths untouched by chaos. Herbs hung from the beams in bundles, their faint, soothing scents mingling with the warmth of the fire crackling in a broad stone hearth. Copper and bronze pots rested neatly on shelves, catching the soft glow of candlelight. The space was quiet save for the faint rustle of leaves and the distant hum of a waterfall outside.

Elrond moved with purpose, his steps measured and deliberate. He wore the calm air of one accustomed to tending to crises, though his thoughts were heavy with concern. He traced his fingers over the jars of dried herbs lining the shelves, their labels written in the elegant, flowing script of the elves. Lavender, chamomile, valerian root—he selected each with care, gathering the ingredients into his hands like a healer assembling tools of necessity. He placed the herbs onto a wooden counter and reached for a mortar and pestle. As the firelight danced across his calm but focused expression, he crushed the valerian root first, its earthy scent rising as he ground it into a fine powder. Next came the chamomile, its delicate golden flowers crumbling under his steady hand. He added lavender last, its sweet fragrance mingling with the others in a blend carefully measured for its restorative and calming properties. The motions were methodical, almost ritualistic, a testament to the centuries of knowledge and wisdom ingrained in his every action.

From a cupboard, Elrond retrieved a slender vial of a translucent golden liquid, an elven tincture crafted from the blossoms of Rivendell’s most sacred trees. A few drops of this would enhance the tea’s effects, soothing the mind and easing even the most restless of souls. He set a kettle of water to heat over the hearth, the flames licking the bottom of the bronze vessel. While waiting, he retrieved an elegant porcelain teapot, its surface painted with delicate elven runes, and carefully scooped the herbal mixture into its depths. The kettle hissed softly as steam began to rise, and he poured the boiling water over the herbs, watching as they swirled and steeped, releasing their potent aromas.

For a moment, he stood still, the teapot cradled in his hands. His eyes, sharp and ageless, softened as he considered the stormy soul awaiting this remedy. He had witnessed such restless ambition before, the kind that burned too brightly, consuming all in its path. He would not allow you to fall victim to it. The tea steeped to perfection, its rich, calming aroma filling the kitchen. Elrond poured the brew into a small, delicately crafted cup. With the practiced grace of one who had long served as both leader and healer, he lifted the tray, the porcelain set perfectly balanced, and turned toward the corridor that would lead him back to your study. The tea was ready, and so was his quiet resolve.

You thought he had finally given up. After his earlier attempt to lecture you, the silence that followed seemed like victory, allowing you to once again lose yourself in the storm of your work. The scratching of your quill, the bubbling of your vials, and the hum of dangerous energy coursing through your experiments drowned out any sense of time. But the faint creak of the door interrupted the delicate chaos, pulling at the edge of your awareness. You ignored it, convinced he had come to pester you again. Surely, he would leave after realizing he was being dismissed. But his voice cut through the haze of your concentration like a blade, low and firm. “Drink this.” The unexpected command forced you to look up. He stood there, his tall, calm figure silhouetted against the flickering lamplight. In his hand, he held a small cup of steaming liquid, the soft scent of herbs wafting through the air—calming, soothing, far too out of place amidst the sharp tang of chemicals and ink. You frowned deeply, your irritation bubbling to the surface.

“I don’t have time for this nonsense,” you snapped, turning back to the glowing equations scribbled across your parchment. You reached for a delicate vial, your hands trembling slightly from exhaustion, but you refused to let him see it. “You will make time,” he replied, his tone as unyielding as steel sheathed in silk. “Or I will make you.” His words halted you mid-motion. Slowly, you turned to face him, the exhaustion etched into your features only sharpening your glare. “And how exactly do you plan to do that?” you challenged, your voice dripping with defiance.

Elrond’s gaze met yours, unwavering. His eyes, deep and ancient, held a quiet power that seemed to pull the air from the room. “Do not test me,” he said softly, and though his voice remained calm, it carried the weight of centuries. It wasn’t a threat. It was a promise. The room fell silent, the bubbling of your vials and the faint crackle of the hearth fading into the background. You stared at him, your frayed nerves and stubborn will clashing against the immovable presence of the elven lord. But even you, in your exhaustion, could feel the inevitability of his resolve. The trembling in your hands betrayed you, and the sharp ache in your eyes refused to be ignored.

With a sharp, frustrated exhale, you snatched the cup from his outstretched hand. “Fine,” you muttered, your voice dripping with venom. “If it’ll get you to leave me alone.” You tipped the cup back in one swift motion, downing its contents in a single defiant gulp. The warm liquid slid down your throat, and for a moment, you grimaced at its bitter tang. But beneath the bitterness was a faint sweetness, an unexpected comfort that spread through your chest like the warmth of sunlight breaking through storm clouds. You set the empty cup down with a sharp clatter, glaring at him. “There. Satisfied?”

Elrond didn’t flinch. He didn’t even blink. His expression was unreadable, serene as ever, though a faint flicker of something—relief, perhaps—touched his gaze. He didn’t answer you, and the silence only fueled your irritation. But then, as you sat there fuming, something shifted. The edges of your vision blurred ever so slightly, the exhaustion that you had so stubbornly ignored creeping over you like a slow tide. Your hands, once trembling with urgency, grew still. Your thoughts, sharp and chaotic, began to soften, slipping through your grasp like sand. You blinked hard, trying to focus, but the weight in your limbs only grew heavier.

“What—” you began, your voice slurred and weak. You tried to sit up straighter, to fight the sudden pull of sleep, but your body betrayed you. “What did you—?” Before you could finish, the world tilted. Darkness swept over you like a gentle wave, and you felt yourself falling. But the impact never came. Instead, strong arms caught you, cradling your body with a care that made the sting of surrender slightly less bitter. “Rest now,” Elrond murmured, his voice low and soothing. Though you tried to muster some retort, some last flicker of defiance, the pull of sleep was too strong. His words followed you into the darkness, a quiet command that even your willpower could not deny. Elrond adjusted his hold on you, his arms steady as he lifted your limp form from the cluttered chair, one arm beneath your knees and the other cradling your back. You barely stirred, your head lolling against his shoulder as the tea’s potent herbs fully took hold. His steps were measured and deliberate as he carried you through the quiet halls of Rivendell, the soft rustle of his robes the only sound against the faint murmur of the distant waterfalls.

The flickering lamplight illuminated his calm features, though his brow furrowed slightly as he glanced down at you. The exhaustion etched into your face, the dark shadows under your eyes, tugged at something deep within him. You had pushed yourself far beyond your limits, and though you would never admit it, you needed care—care that you were too proud or too stubborn to seek. Crossing one of Rivendell’s graceful stone bridges, he paused for a moment, gazing out at the soft glow of the moonlight reflecting off the cascading water below. The air was cool, fragrant with the scent of night-blooming flowers, and he shifted his grip ever so slightly to ensure you remained comfortable.

By the time he reached the spare residence chamber, he moved with the same quiet grace, carefully easing the door open with his shoulder. The room was bathed in the golden glow of candlelight, and he approached the neatly made bed, lowering you onto it with practiced care. You stirred faintly, a soft murmur escaping your lips, but you did not wake. Elrond drew the blanket over you, smoothing it with an almost imperceptible sigh. For a moment, he lingered, his gaze lingering on your face, softened now in sleep. “Rest well,” he murmured quietly, his voice barely audible. Then, without another word, he stepped back into the shadows, leaving the room as silently as he had entered.

When you woke, the warmth of sunlight kissed your face, casting golden rays across the unfamiliar chamber. The soft flutter of a curtain swaying in the breeze drew your attention, its delicate fabric glowing in the morning light. The air was crisp and fresh, carrying with it the faint aroma of Rivendell’s flowers—a blend of lilacs and something earthier, subtler, that seemed to soothe the very air you breathed. Blinking groggily, you pushed yourself upright too quickly, and the sudden dizziness made you clutch at the edge of the blanket. “You drugged me,” you croaked, your voice hoarse but laced with indignation. Your gaze, still adjusting to the light, sharpened as it landed on the figure seated near the tall window. Elrond sat composed in a high-backed chair, a leather-bound book resting in his lap. His posture was as straight and elegant as ever, and though his eyes had been fixed on the pages a moment ago, they were now fully focused on you.

“I ensured you slept,” he corrected smoothly, his tone calm and measured as always, though there was a certain weight to his words. “And judging by the color returning to your face, it was long overdue.” The calmness in his voice only deepened your irritation. “You had no right,” you snapped, though the heat in your words faltered as you glanced down at your own hands. They were still now, no longer trembling with the exhaustion and strain of days without rest. The familiar pounding ache in your skull had dulled to a faint thrum, and for a moment, the frustration gave way to an unwelcome realization. He was right.

“I had every right,” Elrond replied evenly, closing his book with a deliberate motion and rising to his full height. The sunlight seemed to catch the silvery threads in his dark hair, making him look all the more regal—and, to your frustration, all the more correct. “If you refuse to care for yourself, someone must do it for you.” His words struck a nerve. You clenched your jaw, but there was no rebuttal you could muster that wouldn’t feel hollow. Instead, you glared at him, though the fire in your expression had already dimmed. He met your gaze without flinching, his calmness unshakable, and for a brief moment, you were reminded of the previous night. The memory of strong arms catching you as the world tilted, of his voice low and steady, came unbidden to your mind.

The silence between you stretched, heavy but not uncomfortable. You wanted to argue, to retake some semblance of control, but the bed was too soft, the sunlight too warm, and your body too weary to fight anymore. With a resigned sigh, you leaned back against the pillows, your fingers absently brushing the soft fabric. “Fine,” you muttered begrudgingly, your voice quieter now, as though the admission tasted bitter on your tongue. “Maybe you had a point.” Elrond’s lips curved ever so slightly, a faint smile softening the sharp lines of his face. There was no gloating in his expression, only quiet satisfaction—perhaps even relief. “Perhaps you’ll listen next time,” he said, his voice carrying a hint of dry humor. You rolled your eyes, though there was no true venom in the gesture. “Don’t push your luck,” you retorted, folding your arms over your chest like a sulking child.

Elrond didn’t reply, but the quiet amusement in his gaze lingered as he returned to his chair. Settling back into the same composed posture, he reopened his book, the soft rustle of parchment filling the space between you. As you watched him for a moment longer, the irritation in your chest gave way to something far gentler. His presence, steady and unobtrusive, filled the room with an inexplicable sense of peace. Finally, you allowed your head to sink back into the pillows, your eyelids fluttering shut. Just for a moment, you told yourself. Rest didn’t feel so much like a failure this time—it felt like the gift you hadn’t known you needed.

🍃𝓛𝓮𝓰𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓼

Legolas, ever calm and graceful, is quite the opposite of the chaos surrounding you. His mind works at a different pace, always in tune with the natural world, attuned to subtle details. His connection to the forest allows him to sense and react to turmoil in a way most others cannot. So when he meets you—a scientist who is consumed by experiments, who refuses to rest and who often spirals into emotional instability—he is bewildered, fascinated, and deeply concerned all at once. At first, Legolas sees the cold precision in your eyes and the fervor in your work, but he’s keenly aware that beneath your sharp focus lies a fragile mental state. He notices how you forgo sleep for days, locked in your experiments, your face marked by exhaustion and obsession. To him, it is a mystery that doesn’t fit well into the natural world he knows so intimately.

Legolas finds it difficult to understand your disregard for your well-being. Elves, even with their long lifespan, are often seen to take the time to savor life, cherishing balance and peace. Your drive for knowledge, particularly in poisons or machinery, contrasts sharply with his tranquil lifestyle. He often finds himself watching you from a distance, perplexed by the way you approach your work—recklessly, but with an eerie genius that he cannot deny. Though he’s initially uncertain of your motives, Legolas is intrigued by your brilliant mind. It doesn’t take him long to see that despite your cold exterior and sharp words, there is something about your presence—your raw brilliance—that draws him to you. Legolas understands that beneath your scornful attitude and dismissive remarks lies a hidden vulnerability.

You’ve been working nonstop for hours—no, days. The boundaries between your experiments and the real world have blurred into one continuous haze of equations, theories, and chemical reactions. Time no longer matters. It is nothing more than a distant, fading concept, slipping away in the whirlpool of your thoughts. Sleep has become a luxury, an indulgence for those who do not have the weight of a breakthrough pressing down on them. Food? Well, that’s an afterthought—an insignificant detail that’s become so far removed from your mind that you hardly remember the last time you ate, let alone what you ate. It seems almost irrelevant, a distraction from the greater goal that sits just within reach. This project, this grand experiment, is your obsession now. It’s all you see, all you think about, and its success—or failure—feels like the only thing that matters in the world. The culmination of weeks of work, testing, and adjusting—it could either define your career or destroy it. And so, you immerse yourself fully, sinking deeper into the vortex of your research, unaware of the toll it’s taking on you. Surrounded by the relentless clinking of glassware, the hum of machinery, and the clutter of papers strewn about like the aftermath of some grand intellectual battle, you are lost in your task. There are formulas written on every surface, scattered notes, crumpled drafts of hypotheses that seem laughable now. Your entire existence is encapsulated in this mess—the lab has become both your sanctuary and your prison, a place where hours slip by unnoticed, unmeasured.

You sit hunched over, your back aching with the strain, fingers stained with ink and the occasional chemical, but none of it seems to register. Your eyes burn, your eyelids heavy, but still, you push forward. You haven’t noticed the growing tension in your shoulders, the stiffness in your neck, or the dull throb in your lower back. You haven’t even noticed how your stomach is starting to protest, sending waves of hunger that grow more insistent, gnawing at your insides. It’s not until an embarrassing growl rumbles from your stomach, louder than the clinking glass or the soft whirring of the lab equipment, that you realize just how badly you’ve neglected yourself. It echoes through the quiet lab, interrupting the rhythm of your thoughts, making you pause in the middle of a delicate calculation. And that’s when you hear it—a quiet, familiar voice from the doorway, breaking the trance you’ve been locked in for so long. “Have you eaten today?” Legolas’s voice is soft, yet it carries with it a sense of quiet concern, the calmness in his tone belying the sharpness of his gaze. He’s standing there, watching you from the threshold, his posture relaxed but his eyes filled with a subtle intensity, like he’s been observing you for longer than you realize.

Without lifting your gaze from the maze of numbers and equations spread out before you, you wave him off with an almost absent gesture, not even registering the tiredness in your own voice as you mutter, “I don’t have time for food.” The words slip out so easily, a reflex born of the obsessive state you’ve settled into. Your mind doesn’t even register the absurdity of your response as your focus remains laser-sharp on the experiment. The hunger, the fatigue—it’s all irrelevant. All you see, all that matters, is the next step, the next piece of the puzzle. Legolas stands still for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly as he takes in the sight of you—the lines of exhaustion etched across your face, the faint tremor in your hands as you shuffle through papers, trying to make sense of the chaos you’ve created. The intensity of your concentration, the way your shoulders are so tightly wound, as if you’re on the edge of snapping. He sees it all, the way your body is beginning to betray you, but you don’t seem to notice.

It’s then that he observes how you pull a fresh sheet of paper from the stack, your fingers trembling just slightly, betraying the toll that this relentless focus has taken on you. Your eyes, bloodshot and strained, flick across the page, calculating, measuring, adjusting. There’s no room for anything else in your world, not even your own well-being. A quiet sigh escapes him, almost inaudible, but it’s enough to signal a shift in his mind. Something shifts in his gaze, and in that moment, an idea forms—a plan. He knows you too well. And if he has to drag you away from this obsessive spiral, even for just a moment, he will.

The next day, when you’re once again completely submerged in your work, unaware of the world outside your lab, Legolas decides it’s time to intervene. The soft hum of the machinery and the rustle of papers fill the air as you move from one equation to the next, your eyes never straying from the mess of calculations that have taken over your desk. The hours have become an indistinguishable blur, and your sense of time has long since faded into the background. Every inch of the space is dedicated to your experiment—papers scattered, glassware filled with colorful liquids, half-finished models, and scribbled notes covering every available surface.

But Legolas is no stranger to patience. He knows you are too deep in your work to even notice him now, not until it’s too late. He waits, watching for that perfect moment—when your back is turned, and your attention is entirely consumed by the puzzle in front of you. He can see the tension in your shoulders, the subtle signs of weariness beneath your focused gaze, and he knows that no matter how important your project is, you’ve reached a point where even you can’t function without a break. But of course, you would never admit it. With the silent grace of an elf, Legolas slips into the room, barely making a sound. His movements are fluid, practiced—he’s like a shadow in the corners of your mind, unnoticed as you continue to pour your energy into the experiment before you. He takes in the scene: the mess of papers strewn across the table, the cluttered counter covered in empty cups of cold coffee, the way your focus is so intense that you haven’t even acknowledged the growing darkness outside the windows.

He glances at your tools, each one carefully placed in its spot, each piece vital to your experiment. The precision of your setup is admirable, but Legolas knows better than to touch any of it. Messing with the actual work would be madness, and he knows it would only set you off. No, he’s not here to interfere with your research itself—he’s here to remind you of something that’s been long forgotten: the need to care for yourself. A smirk tugs at the corners of his lips as he surveys the spread of snacks he brought along, carefully selected to tempt you—fruits, cheeses, assorted nuts, dried figs, and decadent pastries—things you’ve often mentioned craving during your late-night lab sessions, when your mind wanders to things other than work. The bounty of treats, so carefully chosen, seems almost mischievous in their abundance. Without a single sound, Legolas begins to work his plan. First, he moves your precious tools—one by one—carefully lifting each instrument and placing it under a growing pile of snacks. A handful of dried apricots here, a wedge of cheese there. A small pile of fresh grapes beside a measuring tool. The intricate set of tweezers, now buried beneath a stack of flaky pastries that, with their golden crusts, seem to beckon to you with their promise of indulgence.

As he works, the spread of food slowly grows into a mountain, each pile placed with intention. The snacks, once carefully arranged and colorful, begin to obscure the once-tidy counters, taking over the space in a vibrant display of abundance. You won’t be able to ignore this when you see it. You won’t be able to miss the pile of food mocking your focus. Only one thing remains untouched, sitting in the center of the chaos: a small, crucial piece of equipment—your vital component. It’s a delicate instrument, one that you’ve mentioned countless times in your calculations as the key to making everything work. Legolas has left it exposed, carefully placed in the middle of the snack-filled chaos as a subtle reminder that your experiment, while important, cannot function without balance. Without food. Without rest.

Satisfied with his work, Legolas steps back, his smirk widening. The lab now looks like a strange, confusing mess of delectable distractions. The tools you rely on are buried beneath mountains of food, and all that remains visible is the one piece you will need to continue. He stands silently in the doorway for a moment, watching the scene, content with his intervention. It’s a clever plan, a subtle nudge that you’ll surely feel the moment you enter the room. The food will tempt you, frustrate you, maybe even infuriate you. But it will be enough to break your focus, to pull you away from your work, even if just for a moment. With a final glance at the absurdity of the setup, Legolas slips back into the hallway, his quiet footsteps echoing in the silence of the lab as he waits for the inevitable explosion of confusion and frustration to come.

When you finally return to your lab, you pause at the doorway, your mind still consumed with the complex calculations and delicate experiments you’ve been absorbed in for days. The familiar hum of the equipment and the clutter of papers greet you, but then something feels… off. A strange, jarring sight stops you cold. Your tools—the carefully arranged instruments that were once your lifeblood—are nowhere to be found. Your heart skips a beat as your eyes scan the room, trying to make sense of what you’re seeing. Where your tools should be, there is nothing but a massive mound of snacks. Pastries, fruits, cheeses, nuts, and other treats lie piled high, covering your workspace in a chaotic heap. The pastries, golden-brown and flaky, seem to almost mock you with their perfect, untouched appearance. The fruits gleam brightly under the dim light of the lab, their smooth, vibrant surfaces almost daring you to notice the irony—how you’ve ignored them, just as you’ve ignored the needs of your own body in favor of your work. The entire scene feels like some sort of cruel joke, a twisted riddle you can’t quite solve.

A rush of confusion floods over you, followed quickly by a rising tide of frustration. Your mouth goes dry as you stare, helpless, at the absurdity before you. What is this? You can’t comprehend it at first. “What… What is this?” you exclaim, your voice rising in disbelief. You take a step forward, eyes wide, feeling your stomach twist in protest as the hunger you’ve so willfully ignored becomes painfully evident. There’s no sign of your tools. No sign of the precious instruments you’d spent hours assembling and calibrating. Where are they? You feel your pulse quicken, the frustration turning into a sharp spike of panic. Your hands fly to your hair as you whirl around the room, scanning frantically for any sign of your tools, but all you find are layers of food—doughy croissants, tangy cheeses, and salted nuts—mocking you, teasing you for your obsession with your work. “Where are my tools?” you demand, your voice sharp with irritation, each word laced with the growing anger that simmers beneath the surface. “This—this nonsense! Who did this?” Your voice rises even further, your eyes flicking to the door, where you half-expect to see one of your colleagues standing, grinning like a mischievous imp. But no one is there—except for him.

Legolas. He Leaning casually against the doorframe, as calm and composed as ever, is the elf. His arms are crossed in a way that is almost effortless, his expression unreadable but for the faintest trace of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He’s watching you with a cool, collected gaze, taking in the scene before him with an air of detached amusement. It’s as if he’s entirely unbothered by the chaos unfolding around him. You lock eyes with him, your frustration growing. “Did you do this?” you demand, your voice trembling slightly with a mixture of anger and incredulity. Your hands push aside pastries, fruit, and cheese in a frantic rush, desperate to uncover the missing tools. You’ve already ruined the neatness of the lab in your search, but it doesn’t matter. Nothing else matters except finding the instruments you need.

Legolas takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his movements as fluid and graceful as always. His voice is smooth, calm, and almost… knowing. “Perhaps,” he begins, his tone casual yet undeniably filled with the hint of something deeper, something that speaks to an understanding you can’t ignore, “you need sustenance to better fuel your genius.” You stop, momentarily stunned into silence. Did he just say that? You blink, mouth slightly agape, struggling to process what he’s just uttered. He’s standing there, watching you dig through layers of food with an amused expression, completely unphased by your disarray. His words hang in the air like a challenge, his smile betraying nothing but confidence.

It’s in that moment that you feel a wave of frustration build inside you—frustration with him, with the situation, and with yourself. The urge to hurl something at him is almost overwhelming. You contemplate grabbing a handful of cheese and throwing it straight at his infuriatingly perfect face. But then your stomach growls—loudly. The sound is impossible to ignore, even louder than your growing irritation. You hesitate, feeling your anger ebb just a little as the reality of your situation dawns on you. You’re starving. You haven’t eaten in hours—maybe longer—and your body is beginning to revolt against the neglect. A sinking feeling spreads through you, and you can’t deny it any longer. As much as you want to shout at Legolas for interrupting your work, for turning your lab into a ridiculous food buffet, deep down, you understand what he’s doing. You begrudgingly acknowledge that maybe, just maybe, there’s some twisted logic to his “tactic.”

You take a deep, controlled breath, trying to suppress the irritation bubbling in your chest. You look around, the mound of food surrounding you like an insurmountable wall. Finally, with a resigned sigh, you grab a pastry from the pile, your fingers brushing against the flaky, warm surface. You lift it to your lips, still eyeing Legolas, and after a moment’s hesitation, you take a small bite. The sweetness of the pastry hits your tongue, and for the first time in what feels like forever, you allow yourself to savor the simple pleasure of eating. As you chew, your gaze remains fixed on Legolas. His expression is unreadable, but his eyes seem to hold a quiet satisfaction, as though he’s achieved something. You almost want to scowl at him—want to stay angry for the inconvenience—but the truth is, you can’t. A reluctant smile tugs at the corner of your lips as you swallow the bite, feeling a warmth spread through your body that you hadn’t realized you’d been missing.

“You’re insufferable,” you mutter, the words coming out muffled by the pastry in your mouth. But even as you say it, a small, reluctant chuckle escapes you. You can’t help but appreciate the ingenuity of his plan, even if it’s entirely infuriating. For once, you’ve been forced to take a break, to step away from your work. You almost… needed it. Legolas watches you for a moment, his gaze steady and thoughtful, before he speaks again, his tone as light as ever. “I’ll leave you to your work, then,” he says, as if the destruction of your lab doesn’t even phase him. “But I would suggest at least a few more bites before you dive back in.”

With that, he turns to leave, his quiet steps barely audible as he exits the room. You stand there for a moment longer, still holding the remnants of the pastry in your hand, shaking your head in exasperation. There’s no denying the satisfaction that lingers in your chest—although you’ll never admit it out loud, Legolas has gotten through to you in his own clever, infuriating way. The Great Snack Heist may have been a nuisance, but it was also, in some twisted way, brilliant. And, if you’re being honest with yourself, you can’t help but wonder if he might just have a point. Maybe, just maybe, you’ll let him do it again. Just not too soon.

[nowimjustastranger]

What other things can you tell us about the Sombody to call my own au???

I am deeply fascinated by a Ford that goes around trying to bring Stanleys to other fates!!!!!

Also the way you write Fords for your aus is just 👌✨ DELICIOUSO ✨

Your fords and Stanley are interesting creatures that just tick off the right boxes for me!!

Dark-ish protective Ford? Stanley angst?

SIGN ME UP

Anyways your aus are some of my personal favorites!

And I constantly suffer brainrot rip

Hopefully you have a good timezone :D

Omg I'm so happy to hear that you like my AU's!!! I worry about characterization a lot, so it's a relief when my readers tell me that the boys are written well. All my writing (for any fandom) features two things: feral and dark. I usually try to take the character that would fit both those qualities best and apply it to them.

Ford 419"3 has met other versions of himself in the multiverse, but he usually keeps to himself because he either wants to knock some sense into them or strangle them to death if he does actually interact with them. Ford's mentality is very much 'you don't even know what you have' in reference to Stan because most Ford's still have their brother (and for good fucking reason) but are still holding a grudge.

The way I see it, the younger that Ford loses Stan, the more unstable Ford is as an adult. Basically, the Axolotl knew what it was doing when Ford and Stan were paired together across dimensions.

Ford was the planned child and, while Stan was unexpected, he's just as necessary. As we see in canon, Ford is the one with the capabilities to destroy the world (accidentally or otherwise), while Stan ended up saving the world. Ford may have started the fight with Bill, but Stan had finished it.

They balance each other out. Where Ford is all brains, Stan is all heart.

[sweetpumpkinmouse]

A quick emotional rant on how the fandom treats V and Uzi.

Warning: Pure anger (from me), ableism, sexism and sexist language, stupidity, body-shaming (maybe idk), victim-blaming, and bullying.

Sometimes the way y’all treat V and Uzi is just…yikes.

Like…can you go a few minutes without being ableist or victim blame-y towards Uzi? Or being weird about V’s body type or treat like her only value is being N’s sexy side piece?

The funny thing is that they have a common theme: ✨misogyny✨.

“Uzi is such a pick-me omg! Why is she so weird and annoying? How dare she have emotions that aren’t just being cool or edgy! How dare she be vulnerable and steal away V’s man! She isn’t even hot! Why is she so angry? Why can’t she just be grateful for her father? Why did she have to kill her classmates? That whiny hoe! No, I’m not going to acknowledge her being emotionally neglected and bullied by her classmates, she should just be a good little girl and suck it up! No, I’m not being ableist, I’m just saying she’s too unstable to be in a relationship because…she’s that unstable! Yes, I know a lot of Uzi fans/defenders are autistic/bpd/mentally ill/neurodivergent/been abused or neglected/have trauma/been bullied, but that just proves how mentally unstable they are!”

“V has no character, omg! She’s just there for fan service! No, sapphics do not exist, ignore them! If not for her EXISTENCE, people wouldn’t even be watching the show! No, I’m not going to acknowledge her growth and development, she should’ve worn PANTS! You stupid pervert! If not for Uzi, then she would’ve just been N’s side-chick, because that’s how useless she is! No, I’m not going to acknowledge their relationship and appreciate the tragedy of it, she has no depth! No, I’m not going to acknowledge her trauma, she should just get over it! The narrative really need to stop pretending that V has any depth, omg. Her only purpose is to be eye-candy! Her sacrifice means nothing to the plot, stop getting so defensive!”

Like…dear god! Give the girls a break!

I’m sorry, but women are more than just their bodies and mentally ill people deserve happiness!

“But SALEM! Haven’t you been critical towards ENVY—“

This isn’t about Envy. Hell, not even about Nuzi. No where in this post have I said much about Envy or Nuzi at all.

Am I critical about certain things? Yes! I’m critical with a lot of things I like. I don’t believe everything is 100% perfect, but still am able to enjoy things.

Sadly, some of the shitty “critiques” are often ship-related.

“You created strawmen—“

I’VE WITNESSED SOME OF THE MOST STUPIDEST, SOMETIMES EVEN DOWNRIGHT SEXIST AND ABLEIST COMMENTARY I HAVE EVER HAD THE DISPLEASURE OF BEING IMPLEMENTED IN MY BRAIN! BOTH CHARACTERS HAVE DELT WITH BOTH FROM THIS FANDOM! I’M SO SICK OF IT!

I DON’T CARE OF IT’S SIMPLIFYING IT! IT IS THAT FUCKING DUMB!

I like V. I LOVE Uzi. And those two deserve so much better treatment from the fandom! I’m so sorry about this emotional rant. I needed to get it off my chest. Feel free to give your perspective and criticism.

[indibutterfly]

Awww, the Pomni short fic made my heart swell! And that's a good thing! Well done, dear author! If you're up to another fic prompt, I have one in mind.

Caine tries to genuinely conjure up an exit as per Pomni's request that will lead to an outside world. But ultimately fails. So to help, Pomni tries to explain what the outside world is like, or as much as she can remember anyway. Caine just ends up creating a pocket dimension. Looks like outside/exit, with nature stuff on it, but not really. Pomni doesn't want to leave the place he just created though. It creates a problem because it's unstable. And so she's sent back at the circus, sadder as ever. Might even abstract.

I wonder how will you write this one ;)✨ I have faith that you can do it! Thanks again though!

So sorry this took so long! I am glad you like the last story I made! I hope you like this one!

Warning: This is really angsty

“Boss…..you’ve been at this for days….maybe give it a rest?”

“I CANT BUBBLE!! She won’t love me anymore if I don’t do this!” Bubble gave a distraught look towards his master. He has been so different ever since…..that day…..no he wouldn’t think about that right now. Maybe if he talked some sense into the stripes, then his boss would go back to normal! Bubble immediately teleported to the location of stripes. He saw her in the same corner she has been in since…..that day………not thinking about that! Bubble floated over to Pomni, with a giant smile.

“Heya stripes! Doing any better?” Silence.

“Uh stripes? Did ya hear me?”

Silence.

“Stripes, want me to get the boss?”

Silence. Bubble sighed,

“Pomni, the boss is worried about you…could you please feel better so everything can go back to normal?”

She finally responded. However, her response wasn’t coherent. All that could be heard was the sound of her muttering words…….it was honestly……a depressing sight to behold. Bubble teleported back to his boss. However when he arrived, it definitely was not what he was expecting.

“I’ve had done it……I’VE HAD DONE IT!!! My love will no longer have to suffer anymore!!! She is going to have everything she wanted!!” Caine snapped his fingers and created a mirror before him.

“My my my I look quite a mess don’t I? Well we can’t have that!” Another snap and he was good to go. He almost looked normal. Well all except for his tie being completely undone, but that had nothing at all to do with his mental state right? Right?! Caine spared it no mind, or was it pay no thought? Well whatever it was, the only thing he cared about was about to no longer feel depressed! That was all that mattered. He teleported over to his lover’s room.

“Oh Dearest~ I have the most wonderful of news!” Caine expected no response from Pomni. After all she wasn’t in her right mind! He was going to fix that!

“Pomni! I made you a special room in the circus! It’s modeled almost completely like the real world! It’s small, but I did it!” Real world……now those words caught the Jester’s attention.

“H-Home?” She said with a weak and broken voice. The ring master floated towards the love of his digital life. He cupped her face as though she were a porcelain doll.

“Yes my dear, your home.” Though she kept the same expression and broken voice, she seemed to perk up just a little bit.

“Take…me…home…” He did not waste any time. Caine took her by the hand and teleported the two in front of an Exit door.

“I know how fond you are of these types of doors, so I put your reality behind it! Go ahead my love! Open the door!” She lifted her hand and opened the exit door. Her eyes widened in shock and amazement. He did it……HE ACTUALLY DID IT!

“Do you….perhaps like it my love?” The jester ran up to the ringmaster and squeezed him ever so tightly.

“It’s perfect! Just like my home!” It was a small town with different shops that you could enter. It looked so realistic. It even had NPCs look like humans! Finally, true happiness could be achieved here for his love. Caine watched in pure enjoyment as Pomni ran around the entire area with wonder and excitement filling her. It had been so long since he saw her look anything other than scared……he could easily get used to this. Sure it took pretty much everything he had in his code to keep it together for her, but that didn’t matter. Nothing else mattered. Only her happiness. That’s all that was relevant mattered now. That’s all that could ever matter. For two weeks, Pomni hardly ever left the room. Caine couldn’t fault her though. She finally had everything she could ever want…until she got that look again. He had noticed it around the time of his daily visit to her.

“Oh my love! What would you like to do today?” She looked up at him with an almost melancholy expression.

“It’s getting dull Caine.”

“Dull? My dear whatever could you mean?” She took a deep breath and tried her very best to explain.

“I guess it just got kinda mundane. It’s really hard to have fun here, when everyday it’s the same shops, stores, etc. I guess I just want more.”

“Then more you shall have my dear! Give me only an hour, alright?” She nodded and sat on one of the benches that were scattered throughout the “real-like” room. When Caine returned, he looked rougher than usual. Not only was his tie undone still, but now his coat was completely untucked.

“There you are my dear! More for you to enjoy!” With a snap of his fingers, the room grew twice in size. There were now office buildings and homes, which created the illusion of living in the real world. Her face once more gained that amazed look as she rushed over to the new areas that surrounded the tiny business. This would be the start of a cruel cycle. Pomni would get bored of the new room. Caine would destroy himself making something new for her. She was happy. Until she wasn’t. Caine wasn’t bothered. Pomni loved him. He knew that very well. She was simply…..missing home was all. He looked in the mirror at his new appearance. His abilities were completely used, except for the little bit to keep the circus afloat. The ringmaster’s attire was torn and tattered. His hat was smushed flat, his coat was completely unbuttoned and torn. He did not look like the ringmaster of the digital circus.

“Boss……you don’t look so good.” Caine gave a sigh.

“What I look like doesn’t matter…..she is…..happy. I love her enough to give her everything she wants.” Bubble floated up to his boss. Even though he was an ai of very little brain, Bubble could tell this was unhealthy. He couldn’t stand to just sit and watch his best friend hurt himself like this. He teleported to the room where Pomni now resided.

“Stripes!” Pomni turned around and faced Bubble.

“Hi Bubble! Are you okay?”

“Stripes, the Boss doesn’t look so good. Please ask him to take away this world.”

Pomni shuddered to even entertain that thought.

“Caine made this place to show how much he cares for me. Wouldn’t it hurt him more if I asked for him to take everything back?” Bubble gave a load groan.

“Follow me, stripes.” Pomni did as Bubble asked. As soon as she walked outside her new room, the Jester saw how broken the circus looked. Pieces were falling, the stage curtains were ripped, doors were off their hinges. Caine would never let this slide! Where was he?!

“Why hasn’t Caine done anything about this? He loves this circus more than anything.”

“Not more than you, Pomni.” No……no……it wasn’t her fault that this was happening…….was it? She felt something deep within her break. Black squares began to surround and began to slowly engulf her. Bubble did not know what to do. Caine ran with everything he had in him. He felt the pain she was feeling and he knew what would happen next.

“POMNI!” He cried out in desperation. Though she had not yet fully transformed, her mental state had already left her. Caine grabbed her face and pulled her close.

“Pomni! My love! Please look at me!” The darkness continued to engulf her.

“What do you need?! I can give you anything, you want! Just say the word, my dear!” He tried snapping a few things into existence……but nothing happened. Pomni saw that.

“I don’t need anything!” She tried to cry out to the love of her life. However that’s not what came out of her mouth.

“Need everything.” That is what Caine heard.

“I can give you that! Just please…….” He began to break down in tears.

“Please, Pomni….don’t leave me!” Seeing her lover broken, she broke her even more. If she had never shown him true love, then he wouldn’t be like this. If she never told him how she felt about the real world, then he wouldn’t have hurt himself giving her what she wanted. She needed Caine. Seeing him break like that……hurt more than anything. With that she fully lost her old form.

“POMNI!” The jester known as Pomni…..was now no more. A feeling Caine had never known before.

“POMNI!! I DID EVERYTHING FOR YOU!! I GAVE EVERYTHING FOR YOU!! WAS IT NOT GOOD ENOUGH?!” He screamed at the creature.

“Was….was I not good enough?”

Broken sobs, overcame the circus.

Fin~

I kinda wanna make a part two……lemme know if yall want that.

(I am still doing ship one-shots. Send me an ask or a comment and I will do it. As long as it follows the guidelines ofc.)

[outsidereveries]

old requests from curiouscat (11th march 2024—4th may 2024)

still 11th march 2024

how is the current relationship between Teddy with Yang Hyunsuk and YGE?

with Yang Hyunsuk: 8 of swords rx, knight of swords rx, page of swords, 4 of pentacles rx, the emperor • 4 of swords

Roughly, don't communicate at all.

with YGE: king of pentacles, the magician, 8 of pentacles rx, 6 of cups, the lovers rx • 6 of pentacles

Total mess, the company wanted him to make beats (and obviously, not only) for BABYMONSTER but Teddy refused (probably because he wanted to MANAGE them but YGE refused so Teddy did the same; fair enough). Because of that, YGE searched for more producers to replace him :)

15th april 2024

will the cancellation of Tyla’s tour and promotion for her album affect her career?

8 of pentacles, 9 of cups, 4 of pentacles rx, 2 of wands rx, knight of wands • queen of swords

No, I would say it's better that she cancelled her tour and promotions, otherwise something worse might've had happened in the near future.

19th april 2024

are there K-pop idols that could’ve been through similar situations like Drake Bell and etc. (ex. "Quiet on Set", an documentary) when they were younger in the K-pop industry in secret? is there a lot of wickedness in the K-pop industry just like the western industry?

5 of wands rx, page of cups, death, knight of wands, king of wands, 8 of cups rx, 10 of cups rx • the hierophant

Fortunately, not to that extent the Nickelodeon documentary showed (including the rumors). I can see a frequent situation, related to plastic surgeries. For example, X staff wanted Y trainee/idol to make rhinoplasty, or doing another thing, related to cosmetic surgery to make the future idol matching the Korean beauty standarts (mostly it's like that but the reasons seem to be mainly for aesthetic purposes. BTS' RM was exception from what I remember years ago?) For many cases (i am unsure if most is more appropiate), Y (no matter who, I'm trying to explain the example I'm seeing) refuses to do that consciously, sometimes more than once. Although there can be cases where X isn't forcing and were with good intentions towards their future popularity/relevance whether solo or group-wise (I am remembering Chenle refused to do rhinoplasty when he was 12), mainly there were coercion, sometimes even turned into physical violence from X towards Y (I remember Hyeju, previously Olivia Hye, was forced to remove her freckles when she was trainee before LOONA, she cried from what I remember) to do it anyways. Apart from that, fortunately, nothing worse. The mental abuse being there .. yeah, I can see it there, but again, it wasn't with that extent it was with Nickelodeon and that guy as a creator and idk what else. It was also like an illusion in a way or another for ✨the kids to make their dreams come true✨.

20th april 2024

will another member depart from LE SSERAFIM?

page of swords, 7 of wands, 6 of wands, 10 of swords rx, 2 of pentacles, the hanged man • queen of cups

Until the end of LS' 7-year contract, no, noone will leave the group and the lineup as of now looks fixed. However, I see more lengthy hiatuses for the group altogether for releasing songs. They might drop a full album (or releasing few mini albums) and then they could drop the hiatus status for longer time than expected either due to many solo gigs (I can see it for Chaewon and Yunjin? Sakura? Eunchae to some extent? I don't see it with Kazuha for some reason) or because of member/s' unstable mental health. They could be missed in the future.

how will be the situation regarding FEARNOTS defending LE SSERAFIM's singing abilities?

2 of pentacles rx, the lovers, the devil rx, 2 of wands, justice • 5 of swords rx

In a year-two, I don't see it changing drastically. There can be a member-two (probably Kazuha and Eunchae; I don't see Sakura being here, she might be in average level) whose vocals will stay the same and it can be unsatisfying. The "beef" can be the usual between the K-FEARNOTS thinking LS having average vocals and I-FEARNOTS thinking they can sing SING and are talented but I don't see it getting any worse.

will xiaoting be successful in the future?

the high priestess, queen of swords, knight of cups rx, 8 of swords, 5 of swords rx • page of cups

With one word, no. With more details, I see Xiaoting's intentions trying to make the ✨Sakura's route✨ where she continues in South Korea. I don't see it happening with her as the options for Xiaoting are clearly limited. As she actually knows her worth, I can see Xiaoting coming back home in China because she clearly will have no choice. I do see her trying to the point she has no options, she seems to be very naive. I can see her "older age" (as it's more prone for Korean companies to debut teenagers) the main reason why it won't work out. After July 2025, at least for now, she could have more possibilities to work everything out and be successful in her own way.

will xiaoting be scouted by another korean company?

justice rx, queen of wands rx, 8 of pentacles • knight of swords

Sorry for being too harsh, but no. Like I said, she'll try her luck but up to there. Noone seems to want her as of now.

how will 2024 go for xiaoting?

queen of wands (that seems to be Xiaoting herself), the moon rx, 2 of wands rx, the hanged man, judgement rx • 8 of wands

Xiaoting seems to take rest in one way or another, so possibly a ✨year gap✨ hiatus. She should look for her mental health as it's more prone to be unstable due to her circumstances.

will babymonster be as successful as blackpink?

the lovers, knight of swords, 2 of cups, the magician, 3 of pentacles • death

Compared to their seniors, until the end of BAEMON's 7-year contract (and maybe a half), unfortunately for BAEMON, something will be missing for YGE to reachieve similar success, and this time is related to one of the audiences YGE is targeting rather than the company's management/producers. I can see BABYMONTER's relevance being similar to 2NE1's, where they were mainly successful in SEA (at least that's what I remmeber) and even though 2NE1 achieved some things in USA (and I can see it for BAEMON too), 2NE1 weren't mentioned enough outside of Asia from the outsiders (GP). They'll succeed in Korea, they'll succeed in SEA as a whole but outside of there, no. The k-pop fans or BABYMONSTER's fans outside of SEA won't be enough for the outsiders and unless YGE change somehow BAEMON's discography trajectory, it'll stay the same.

what big hit music is planning for txt in the long term?

5 of pentacles rx, lovers rx, judgement rx, justice rx, 4 of swords rx • knight of pentacles

BHM's plans aren't certain because there's external forces from HYBE's side. Although BHM is independent from the corporation, HYBE is trying to make BHM easily controlled (I'd similar to the relations between EU's most influental countries and EU's .. sorry, marrionetes) in which makes BHM's plans fucked up as their freedom is actually risked. Apart from that, BHM wants TXT to be as free as BTS, but that seems to not work out as BHM is in trembles.. These cards were the second try. I saw many people in the first spread that I preferred to put it aside as I didn't saw anything. This spread explained the intentions better to me.

mark, career check

king of pentacles, page of cups, queen of pentacles, 7 of swords rx, 4 of swords rx • the lovers

Mark seems to be around the staff he's working with. He might drop something, possibly a song (cover/single).

will baemon get their 1st win on the next comeback/a song that is well-charted in korea soon?

justice, 5 of pentacles rx, 10 of swords rx • temperance

this solely depends on the korean outsiders. if baemon's next tt grows like sheesh (i'd say like kiof's midas touch tbh), then sure. they could do it. as of now it's uncertain to me.

24th april 2024

[geomancy] will the things get better for txt in the future? will they be free to do what they want? is there a reason why txt is treated differently compared to their counterpartners in Hybe?

the collective answer is Laetitia, which is the combination between 11th and 15th house — Yes, the things will be better for the group at least from creative perspective.

- Rubeus and Acquisitio: If the MV storyline of the group aligns with the solo activities and the creative freedom it will be good. However more intensive gigs and similar type of creative freedom will do TXT way better. They might be good at philantrophy-related activities and can be beneficial.

- again Rubeus: The situation surrounding the coorporation doesn't seem to change even in the future. However I see Big Hit Music tricking the coorporation in one way or another and I also see the current situation between ADOR and BELIFT easing the things for BHM to do what they want to do. I don't have my tarot cards now, so geomancy does the job.

1st house: Caput Dragonis (1st from actual 11th house)

2nd, 6th house: Acquitisio

3rd house: Populus

4th, 11th house: Amissio

5th, 7th, 9th house: Rubeus

8th house: Fortuna Major

10th, 12th house: Tristitia

Overall answer: Laetitia (11+15 house)

le sserafim, 2024 career

Houses:

1, 2: Acquisitio (3rd, 4th)

3: Puella (5th)

4: Laetitia (6th)

5, 10: Fortuna Major (7th and 12th)

6, 12: Fortuna Minor (2nd and 8th)

7: Albus (9th)

8: Cauda Dragonis (10th)

9: Populus (11th)

11: Via (1st house from 11th house is here!)

Overall: Amissio

Until the end of 2024, if LS' team wants to do everything properly, including the girls, Cauda Dragonis shows basically bad, bad and bad things for LS. If they stop to be scandalous in one way or another or when coming back, releasing similar MVs as Antifragile (also to some extent Fearless), their popularity will die down quickier than expected and SouMu might reconstruct LS promotion-wise, such as relying onto solo activities the most. I can see LS doing their job as usual, therefore they'll be as "scandalous" as usual. Related to how they'll earn, although everything is quite good, there are some mistreatments, their salaries aren't coming on time and/or the salaries the girls should earn aren't the ones they actually earn. Although having some creative freedom, the girls are more likely to be "lazy" and it seems like that the hate LS is receiving is justified in one way or another. They'll still be liked from the corporation anyways. LS seem to receive an important offer for group-related activity, by the way.

25th april 2024

ls, career readings (2025-2028)

2025 | 2 of swords rx, page of pentacles, judgement rx, 7 of wands rx, knight of wands, 8 of pentacles • the hermit

Next year, compared to the reading I did last year, the self-sabotage energy surrounding the girls is still prominent. Although there will be plans for the group to be one of the greatest in the industry, there can be delays, so.. longer hiatus(es). For that, the energy seems to be stable. The new insight I've been seeing here with the last 2 cards might be related to individual project of one of the LS members. The court cards can be Yunjin (earth vedic sun sign) and Chaewon (fire tropical sun sign) respectfully, so the project thing might be related to one/both of them.

2026 | the hanged man, 3 of pentacles, 7 of cups, 2 of pentacles rx, 10 of swords rx, 8 of swords rx • 3 of swords rx

Similar to what I saw last year, LS still seem to have "longer hiatus" than expected. Therefore, SouMu will be focused on individual activities for LE SSERAFIM which for the girls will be far more beneficial. I can see the rough plans SouMu's team will plan in that year and nothing specific yet but the offers will possibly be MANY. The subsidiary will have hopes everything to work out for the group's popularity in their last 3 years (before the end of their 7-year contract) for at least 1 group comeback? I still don't see LS being active as a group (if I have to compare with this year, 2023 and 2022 so far) as current days.

2027 | the magician, king of pentacles, ace of swords, 8 of cups, knight of cups • king of wands

The court cards seem to be:

• Yunjin, King of Pentacles

• Sakura, Knight of Cups

• Chaewon, King of Wands

On the bright side, LE SSERAFIM seems to take as similar route as BLACKPINK where all members are more focused on solo activities. As Kazuha and Eunchae aren't here, in 2027 their energies aren't just as strong currently, so I have no clue for them. Yunjin might start to build her solo career with more solo songs for example (The Magician is before her). Sakura seem to focus on activites back in Japan as these will be the most beneficial for her. Chaewon on the other hand is yet to decide of her path (she might also be a soloist but nothing specific as of now) but it seems that she'll be just as successful as Sakura and Yunjin. As Kazuha and Eunchae aren't here, it looks like they might be in the other girls' shadow for now. Whether mistreated or not, that's yet to be revealed.

2028 | the high priestess rx, 2 of cups, the star rx, king of cups rx, ace of cups • 9 of pentacles

Similar to what I saw last year, LS might disband in 2028, just a year earlier than their contract expiration in 2029. The news will be sudden (but not suprising) and there's strong deja vu here with how GFRIEND disbanded. It might be similar for some reason.

between hybe and min heejin, who's telling the truth?

Min Heejin: ace of cups, 2 of pentacles • 10 of swords rx

ADOR (collective "answer"): the chariot, 2 of wands • temperance

Park Jiwon (HYBE's CEO): 3 of pentacles, the high priestess • 2 of cups

Bang Si Hyuk (HYBE, chairman): 4 of swords, 10 of cups • the fool

BELIFT LAB (collective "answer"): 7 of cups, 3 of cups • the tower

Kim Taeho (BELIFT's CEO): king of swords, ace of wands, the emperor • 9 of wands

HYBE (collective "answer"): 5 of swords rx, king of pentacles • the hanged man

First, the significant people. Out of these 4, Min Heejin seems the most sincere. (Therefore, I'd say she tells the truth the most out of them) Kim Taeho on the other hand, like I saw in the past but with his company, is the one who has the worst intentions possible. Seeing the cards for BELIFT in mind, he lied the most out of everyone (and I'd even say that he might has ill intentions towards Min Heejin), while Park Jiwon seems to be a puppet for BELIFT's CEO. They definitely worked together. Well, nothing compares to Bang Si Hyuk. He's actually the clown for the whole situation and possibly not only. I believe he's been used for quite some time. He isn't sure what to say, to be honest. Second, the collective answers from the companies. ADOR's the most clever here too. They're as cautious as possible. HYBE on the other hand tries to be passive but Park Jiwon's involvement is too evident imo. BELIFT are the clear "devils" here, it's just too obvious. I believe BELIFT's management should be changed, including the CEO. HYBE's CEO should be changed in my opinion too.

will bang sihyuk, txt and bts leave hybe altogether?

the chariot, the devil rx, 6 of pentacles, 10 of swords rx, 8 of cups • the magician

Currently, yes, I believe so. But it will be in a few years, at least these are the current energies.

will the "next bts" be a group (somehow helped) by min heejin?

2 of swords rx, 3 of pentacles rx, 3 of wands rx • 9 of wands

Currently strongly no, it will be a challenge (for Min Heejin) to be involved in a future group that will have the potential to be as successful as BTS.

will smngg debut successfully?

death, 4 of swords rx, the star, the sun, 5 of cups rx • the hierophant

Being as short as possible, yes. However, the success will be similar to another group's. It won't be visible/obvious, though.

if there's upcoming scandal for boynextdoor, will min heejin be involved?

ace of pentacles, the high priestess rx, queen of swords, 7 of swords, the hanged man • king of pentacles

Directly to her (fortunately) no, but (unfortunately) rather someone from her family, possibly distant nephew/cousin.

will kazuha return to ballet?

ace of swords, page of pentacles, 10 of cups, the fool • 9 of pentacles

She might be ballet teacher, but she won't be ballerina again. It's yet for Kazuha to plan and decide.

huening kai, brief career reading (2027)

9 of swords rx, 2 of pentacles, king of cups • the empress

Might jiggle between TXT and his future solo career. He might debut solo by that time?

yeonjun, brief career reading (2027)

3 of swords rx, 5 of cups, death, ace of pentacles • 7 of swords rx

He might want to do something specific in 2027, but the plans will fall through. Since I see solo-related activity here, he'll choose one that's beneficial for him and will make his popularity go up.

will baemon ever break away from the girl crush/dark concept and do something different?

2 of wands, temperance, ace of wands • king of swords

It solely depends on YGE's founder. Despite that, the chances are here. The answer isn't certain for now, to be honest.

27th april 2024

after the dispute with MHJ and HYBE die down, will there be any big changes?

the hanged man, 8 of cups, the fool rx, knight of swords, 2 of wands • strength

There might be changes in BELIFT's team such as CEO or a few people in important positions in the subsidiary. Min Heejin seems to stay as of now. My head's currently hurting because of the question, so I believe this is significant. The changes might happen after the audit, there might be some more (1-2) after the one towards ADOR before that. There can be some transfers in the corporation's staff or in BELIFT's staff.

will newjeans stay under hybe or leave?

the empress, 4 of swords, 7 of swords, 4 of wands, 3 of swords • 6 of cups

Currently will probably stay under HYBE. Deep inside, NewJeans will try to be more free in one way or another (behind the scenes) but they don't have issues with ADOR, the girls are actually satisfied being there. They might dislike HYBE in one way or another.

ateez, brief career reading (2025)

the hermit, ace of wands, the high priestess, 5 of pentacles rx, the empress • 4 of swords

Apart from some singles here and there, The Golder Hour series (I'm unaware if this will be with 2/3 parts or more so sorry) seem to be the last serious comeback-related releases we will ever see from ATEEZ as a group. In 2025, they seem to disband because everyone in the group will think this is for the better of everyone. I can see ATEEZ members focusing on solo activities but up to there.

29th april 2024

aespa, brief career reading (2027)

justice, queen of pentacles [Karina], 9 of pentacles, knight of cups [Giselle], the high priestess • 6 of swords

In the girls' seventh towards their eighth year, I actually see aespa taking similar route as their unnies (Red Velvet, f(x), SNSD..) and focus way more on solo activites as they earn more through them. As of now, Karina and Giselle will be the most satisfied members so far. Ningning might return home to China (as the reading shows the rough energy because it's still so far away towards 2027, I don't think it's fine to ask whether Ningning will leave SME or will stay, however Justice might show some tendencies). About where's Winter.. I don't see her.

stray kids, brief career reading (2026) - will they still be a group?

wheel of fortune rx, 6 of pentacles, king of pentacles, ace of pentacles, ace of cups • 9 of cups

With one sentence, they'll do what BLACKPINK did - "renew" their group contracts (i.e. JYPE using the group for merchandice and etc., etc. that doesn't involve any activities at all) while leaving as an individuals. Compared to the girls however, they're more prone to officially disband as a group and will focus way more on solo gigs.

txt, brief career reading (2026)

8 of wands rx, the lovers, the hierophant, 4 of wands, page of pentacles • 3 of pentacles

Their path seems to be very similar to MAMAMOO's where some members will agree to group activities while having their solo journeys elsewhere. Their 7th year seems to have a bit longer hiatus where MOAs might be very eager to learn whether they'll renew or not and I see some members actually renewing (maybe 3?) while others not and focusing their solo careers in another company. After that, I see it like usual, to be honest: releasing something, promoting, these things. Maybe they'll have less concerts after 2026? But apart from that, it's foggy for me.

kiss of life, brief career reading (2026)

wheel of fortune, the magician rx, the tower, 5 of wands rx, 5 of swords • strength

Related to the companies mtl thing I did last year, there will be a scandal, related to one of the girls' dating life in which she (I don't know who it will be) will have bigger age-gap with the person she'll be seeing with. This scandal, however, will be a cover up FOR ANOTHER SCANDAL in S2, related to someone who is/will be in the higher positions in the company (i can see them cheating on their beloved and since it seems to be a major thing, then the other person is actually... famous domestically). Apart from that, KISS OF LIFE will try to promote as usual, however, the scandals might make a turn towards the company's bankrupt. I'm unsure whether AURA will bankrupt with S2 or not here as I don't have any clue.

enhypen, brief career reading (2027)

wheel of fortune, 10 of cups, king of pentacles, the sun, 8 of swords rx • the hermit

I can see a goodbye concert/tour/release from the boys where they'll just do it "like the old times", or remember the best sides from themselves, something like that. The sun reversed being here however, is BELIFT's sadness that they are disbanding. Honestly, the subsidiary will want the boys to stay. I can actually see Jungwon saying "I did whatever I could, now we are disbanding, that's what WE WANT". I see that all members will leave BELIFT but only a few will leave the corporation. I see some of the boys moving to PLEDIS or another company where the solo gigs can be done there. I also see one-two members having higher positions, related to office-related jobs, to be honest. The other ones will leave HYBE, at least from what I feel/see.

txt's upcoming tour

How it will go (overall): 3 of swords rx, 10 of swords rx, page of pentacles rx • 4 of wands

Quite neutral for some reason, but there can be postponed/cancelled dates. As usual?

Success: 2 of pentacles rx, queen of cups, 2 of cups rx • the empress

Uff.. not so much. Might be appreciated only by the fandom of TXT, to be honest. There can be many, many changes behind the scenes. Sales (energy check thing): the hierophant rx, 8 of wands rx, knight of cups rx, king of wands • death In reality, behind the scenes, NO. However, we will think they are "sold out". I can see many people reselling their tickets, posisbly most of them bots where their tickets won't be bought right away comapred to before, therefore with the site that MOA will buy the tickets they will be "sold out" but they actually won't be sold out.

did Min Heejin use witchcraft against BTS or anyone in the K-pop industry? did HYBE spread false claims against her to make her look bad to the public?

first question: 8 of swords rx, the devil rx, queen of wands • 7 of swords rx

no, she is more mature than some of the international fans think. she seems to believe in the karma (that whatever you're doing, you'll receive it in the future).

second question: knight of pentacles, 3 of pentacles, page of swords • 4 of pentacles rx

yes :) yes, they did.

will BTS be still together in 2025 or not?

king of pentacles, 2 of wands, queen of wands • the devil rx

i could say yes.. yes, sure, they can release something as a group. it's yet to be decided what their next comeback will be but sure, why not? they can be a group after the military. (i felt this wasn't even, like, although it's planning, the guides didn't thought about the question at first, it felt really natural like they were brothers forever and ever, therefore for the boys bts is just more than the most famous k-pop group, like they're family, and the same seems to be for bhm)

will bighitngg debut in 2025 or 2026??

2025: the lovers rx, 9 of pentacles, 10 of swords rx • 4 of wands

No.

2026: 3 of pentacles rx, page of cups, 6 of cups rx • the fool

Also no. They seem to be dreaming about it, though, like the subsidiary trying to vizualise them?? That has never happened to me tbh so it's unusual.. I asked separately my pendulum, as of now, there might not be a girl group from Big Hit Music (overall).

bts, brief career reading (2025)

2 of pentacles, 7 of cups rx, king of cups, the hanged man rx, 8 of pentacles • 5 of cups rx

The boys might do worse (comapred to pre-military) from successful point of view. BTS might jiggle between their solo gigs and group activities. I can also see their creativity increasing, so maybe a possible world tour?

4th may 2024

babymonster, brief career reading (2028); will yge screw them?

3 of wands, 5 of wands, 2 of cups, 9 of cups, 9 of pentacles rx, justice rx • 4 of cups rx

Roughly, their career might not be that screwed up by YGE. It looks like that the path itself will be very similar to a group they had in the past (I am unsure if that group's BLACKPINK or 2NE1). BABYMONSTER might rely on gigs in foreign places as I see they'll travel from place A to place B (and so on). BAEMON might be very, very mistreated in relation to their future activities whether they'll be solo or not as the girls might be very dependent on YGE's intentions and actions.

will there be any groups from the 4th gen that’s will track their 10th year anniversary, or everyone will be disbanded?

8 of swords rx, 2 of swords rx, 5 of wands, 4 of cups, the hermit • 7 of pentacles

Even if there will be a group (whether if it'll be just a one or a few), this event will be simply ignored due to some conflicts in the members' life (doesn't matter if they're in their personal life or not). Some of the groups who'll meet the 10-year-anniversary will want to celebrate it, of course but they might not match when they'll be free.. something like that. Also, I doubt that there can be any celebration from the groups that will survive for the involved fandoms? I just feel that it'll be eventually some sort of personal meeting and won't be seen through SNS lives or fan meetings, something like that. Maybe through mini cafe meeting but I also doubt this. Roughly I can see there can be a few groups from the 4th generation that can track at least 10 years but it can be celebrated privately and not in front of the public eyes.

newjeans, career reading (2024)

queen of pentacles rx, 5 of wands rx, 3 of pentacles, 3 of cups, 4 of wands • 9 of pentacles

Until the end of 2024, it doesn't seem to change rapidly. The support from tokkis and k-netizens is there (and possibly more people), the isolation from HYBE towards the subsidiary is there.. As usual, I believe so? I surely don't see disbandment, by the way.

newjeans, brief career reading (2025)

the devil, the chariot, 5 of cups, wheel of fortune, page of cups rx, the magician • the lovers

2025 is the year where ADOR will be shut down (thanks to HYBE's connections, the corruption seems to be the strongest influence for the reason why). NewJeans on the other hand won't disband. I do see another group disbanding though and it looks like it will be fromis_9, like I saw a year ago? I see NewJeans transferring in PLEDIS, like they'll feel alone and .. that stuff. Their staff who is currently in ADOR will also be transferred with them but it just won't be the same. I see restriction, related to their creative freedom where HYBE will watch them as strictly as possible. Overall, NewJeans seems to take fromis_9's place in PLEDIS. I don't see anything, related to comebacks, activities and similar stuff.

did min heejin get inspiration (for newjeans' discography) from her relationship with HYBE?

death, the hermit, page of wands, 5 of wands rx, knight of cups • 7 of pentacles

No, nothing in common. NewJeans' discography as a whole isn't about Min Heejin's feelings towards the corporation.

(orig. worded differently) if newjeans change somehow their concept, will it make them more loved or not?

9 of swords rx, 3 of pentacles, the world rx, page of pentacles rx, 2 of pentacles • strength

After them transferring to another subsidiary (possibly PLEDIS) NewJeans seems to repeat their concept path all over again. HYBE will rely on what they've established so far. Therefore, tokkis, k-netizens and everyone who likes NewJeans might be pissed at them being repetitive concept-wise but it seems to be still liked/loved anyways. I'm more leaning to NewJeans being still loved tbh but for me it feels to be in the unknown ground where it's just not this, it's not even that..

krystal jung, career reading (2024)

6 of pentacles rx, 2 of cups, 9 of cups, 9 of wands, king of swords rx • 7 of swords rx

Until the end of 2024, Krystal seems to work somewhere? I'm unaware whether this is a drama or it's something else, but this might be the only work she'll have for a while. Her standarts, her preferences of how much she has to earn to do this and that is too high, Krystal should lower her price because in the future, noone will want to work with her because of it. She's just somehow irrelevant. :|

will newjeans have more “connections” in the future?

10 of pentacles rx, 9 of pentacles, the star rx, the lovers rx, knight of swords rx • knight of wands

No. HYBE'll rely on their current connections NewJeans/ADOR have built so far.

will txt’s tour outcomes affect the members?

7 of cups, king of wands, the moon, ace of cups • ace of pentacles

TXT will be affected, yes, but positively. They will still be as hyped as usual! They (mainly) will be unaware of HYBE's schemes. I see Yeonjun this time? He might have doubts for the corporation's actions but nothing else for the rest of TXT.

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this is the guy who

used to be an assassin at age 14

quit his job after reading a book and meeting its author (asagiri behavior btw - the 'left his job cause he wanted to write' part lol)

saw an injured dazai and brought him in his house (lit the equivalent of seeing a random injured criminal and knowingly bringing him into your house lol)

wrapped dazai in a blanket, trapped him in his house until he recovered safely

reacted to dazai's unhinged behavior and threats with an 'oh okay' attitude (unironically btw. he's really just like that TT)

was strong enough to be mistaken for a WHOLE organization

no one even had clues that it was him TT

made dazai embarrassed

“Of course, you would be wary of the switch. So, I had to distract you by conversation.”

“So, the games and the flow of conversation till now, were both according to your plan, you mean?”

“Hehe. Saying important things as a camouflage to get what you want. That is the basis of the negotiation technique.”

I ask as I organize the cards, “Which is camouflage of which?”

Dazai's expression turns blank for a second, as if he has been caught off guard. But it is only for a moment. He turns his head to the side to hide his expression and smiles. If I am not wrong, there is an embarrassed expression on his face. It is under the dark lighting of the bar, so I might have been mistaken though.

-- The Day I Picked Up Dazai (TDIPUD) (translation by @popopretty; you can find it in her tags i think)

^^ LOL. Oda 'I might have been mistaken' Sakunosuke (this is the guy who understood Dazai the most)

had a conversation with Shibusawa in Dead Apple and wasn't killed - in fact, Shibasawa even wanted to talk to him again if he had the chance (Oda TT he's got that 'I attract mentally unstable people and fix them' rizz lmao. Fyodor, take down notes).

did not expect Dazai to ask for a second meeting:

Dazai’s wounds have already crossed the most critical time. Just leave them like that and they will heal on their owns. My role here is over. So is our relationship.

Dazai nods and takes the cards from me. Then in a casual tone, he says those words.

“When are we meeting next?”

I stop what I am doing and look at Dazai.

-- TDIPUD

(Oda really said 'no' to attachment issues SAJDIAFJ. he's the kind of wonderful guy you meet once online and feel sad cause you can't find them again TT)

was the lowest ranking member in the mafia (and he slayed it too. did the jobs no one else wanted ugh)

despite the typical black-suit-shades look that low ranking mafiosos wore, Oda wore a BRIGHT COLORED, beige cream coat (do yall realize how much this must have made him stand out?? in a pool full of black - he stood out. Also the fact that mafiosos wear black so that blood isn't visible when it stains -- but Oda DECIDED TO STOP killing people hence why he didn't need to wear black. UgH such an icon ✨.)

survived the Dragon Heads Conflict (obviously 🙄)

adopted 5 orphans from that conflict

supported them financially, visited them on weekends, left them under the care of the curry-shop owner, connected w them!!!

managed a few shops for the mafia (reread Dark Era if you missed this detail; p. 94)

listener friend; listened to Dazai's antics and took them seriously (I bet he's the type who never forgets any minor detail their friend tells him)

joined in Dazai's chaos and hugged and tickled Ango (sibling behavior lol. Oda's just as chaotic - only difference is he does it with a straight face 😭 if Oda was in the ADA, Kunikida would grow white hair LOL. Imagine the chaos he and Dazai would bring TT - plus Dazai would be 10x happier. friendly reminder that Dazai gave Ango and Oda drugged food and when he offered to cook again, Oda's response was 'If it keeps you from getting tired, then it might be pretty useful before a hard day's work' like BRUH elfeofk.)

this isn't noticeable at first but despite always seeing himself as less than Dazai cause of their rank, Oda literally called Dazai by his name in front of the other mafia members (and no - he didn't even consciously think about it 😭). Imagine being a random mafioso and suddenly you see the lowest ranking member call an executive informally. like??? Oda's co-workers would call Dazai 'Dazai-san' while Oda be out there speaking casually like 'hey dude.' It's funny cause Oda is dense so he prob didn't even think of 'Office Codes' (yk the typical social rules where if ur friends w ur boss u call them formally at work? yea. Oda does not care LOL.)

He has good intuition

[Then I looked myself in my room and cycled through my thoughts [...] I listened only to my heartbeat as I observed the emotions bubbling up from within me like foam. I had a feeling something would happen[...]it was the small tinge everyone gets before something's about to happen. But realistically, there was virtually nothing I could do about it until it actually occurred and slapped me in the face. The world isn't kind. You have to be tough.] << relatable.

He sassed Mori HELP 😂😭

"At any rate, you just got here. You did not see a thing. Understand?"

"Yes, sir." I nodded in agreement. [...] "I only just arrived. Thank you for taking a break from undressing a young girl and chasing her around the room for me. So what was it you needed me for?"

The boss pinched his brows together for a few moments to think before nodding as if he had made up his mind. -- The Dark Era

He can see into the future

this is honestly a cool ability with so much potential. I'm going to promote this post by @raaanpo because why not. it's cool. :)

Such a caring friend (he gave Ango the benefit of the doubt, was crushed at the betrayal, and the way he thinks about dazai i cant- TT)

I already knew what Dazai was trying to say and what his intentions were and yet I had no choice but to scrutinize his every word to find some sort of silver lining.

"Maybe Ango really was lying but he's an informant who deals with top-secret information on the Mafia. It's only natural he'd have a secret meeting or two. You can't blame him for that"

-- p.46, Dark Era (DE)

**

"Hey Dazai" [...] "Is there any possibility that someone framed Ango and is pulling the strings from behind the scenes?" -- p.61, DE

**

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ango turn his back to me before leaving with the Special Forces. [...] My tongue numb, I called out to Ango as he left, but even I didn't know what I was saying. An indescribable feeling of loneliness was the only thing filling my heart...as if I were floating at the end of the universe. Even that was swallowed by darkness. My consciousness faded to black. -- p.90, DE

**

"Dazai, stop" I begged in a hushed tone. [...]

"Dazai!" I screamed. I felt as though we were thousands of miles apart. [...]

"Sorry to shock you like that" (&lt;< dazai's the one speaking here btw) [...]

Had our ranks or relations been any different, I probably would have punched him right then. (note: this reminds me of when Fukuzawa slapped Ranpo TT) However, I am me and there was nothing I could do to him.

After returning my gun to its holster, I turned my back to Dazai and began walking away. With every step I took, I felt as if the ground were going to collapse, creating a bottomless hole that I would fall through for an eternity. Dazai's expression as he placed his finger on his forehead and approached the enemy-- that of a child about to burse into tears--remained burned into my eyes. -- chap 1, DE

^^ it's giving friend-who-knows-you're-depressed-but-waits-for-you-to-tell-them energy like 😭😭bruh Oda knew. he knew dazai was depressed but he didn't push him about it. he just listened to any of dazai's ramblings and was there for him. ugh. Oda TT

also oda and ango :")

Ango looked at us and continued, "If there ever comes a time when the Division and the Mafia no longer exist...if we're ever freed from the confines of our work...do you think we can drink here again like this?"

"Don't say any more, Ango" a voice said nearby. It was my voice. "Just don't." [...]

I figured that was probably the last time I would ever see him.

(I still maintain the belief that Oda only said this because he knew the tensions were high and Dazai literally just threatened to torture and kill Ango moments ago. That last line hurts, man.)

Insecure king

(despite being a powerful ex assassin and supporting 5 kids - my goodness does Oda have insecurity issues :") )

These are just some scenes of Oda not realizing what a king he is 😭

This was Dazai though; he was probably just talking out of his ass. A man in his twenties isn't going to be much of a balm for anyone's soul. -- p.17, DE

(help why does this sound so funny 😂)

I nodded. Dazai was always right and I was always doing the wrong thing. -- p.40, DE

"Maybe I should recruit them.." Dazai smirked while wiping his sweat. "I heard all about it, Odasaku. You're raising five kids, huh? And not only that, they're orphans from the Dragon Head's Conflict."

Even if I'd tried to hide it, Dazai would've been able to figure it out with just half a day's worth of research. -- p.56, DE

(says the guy who managed to hide the painting without anyone knowing. Ngl Dazai was kind of being a dick here TT).

Even if I took Ango's side there, nothing would change. (note: oda sweetie, you're starting to act like Dazai TT.) There was no way to break out of Dazai's trap around the bar's perimeter and the children would be killed if I betrayed the Mafia. --p.119, DE

^^ see what I'm talking about? tensions were high. it's not like Oda hated Ango. He just didn't want to escalate the situation. And plus, Oda's never been a false-hope type of guy. So when he rejected Ango's wish, it doesn't mean he hates him or doesn't want to be friends anymore. he's just protecting himself from getting his hopes up and being realistic. On another note, I think being in the Mafia def affected Oda negatively. He was much more confident in TDIPD. :(

Lost king

After getting into the car, I recklessly hightailed it to the office. I don't really remember much about what happened along the way; I might've driven down the three-lane highway in the wrong direction two or three times. -- chap 1, DE

If someone were to peer inside my mind at that moment, they would've witnessed something akin to a massive volcanic eruption. Countless question marks would have been blasting out of the crater, blanketing the sky in its entirety. And yet, the only visible reaction I had was a twitch of a finger. -- p.18, DE

I ended up standing in front of the son and introducing myself. As “the person who killed your father.” There was no word that could describe how angry the son was. He had all the rights to be angry. [...] He was hitting me, throwing stuff at me, and attacking me with all sorts of insults. I could easily dodge all of his attacks, but there was no way to avoid the insults.

When he became exhausted from all the rampage and finally sat down, I explained to him about the killing. After that, he demanded a compensation. For his father’s life, and for the rental fee of that book I took without permission. -- TDIPD

(bruh. Oda's wildin 😭 pulled up at the front door and said 'yeah I killed your father' like DJFWEIJF. If Oda became an author, he would def be openly weird like the author of chainsaw man and he'd be the type to share life lore w his fans despite it being illegal😭:

'Oda! I'm a big fan! I have a question. Did you ever kill a person? Why is your writing so good at capturing that stuff?'

I'm willing to bet good money he would actually answer that question honestly.

RBF king

I was sure I looked even grumpier than usual [...] I wasn't actually in a bad mood though. It was merely a problem of balance because my hands were full [...]. You'd need a little training to carry these with a smile. -- p.121, DE

('you'd need a little training to carry these with a smile.' << it's giving uncle vibes 😭)

Writer's block king

"Because there's only one story I want to write, and it's in here." I tapped my temple. "Unfortunately, I don't have the necessary tools or skills to bring this story to life. I feel like a lost mountaineer standing before the tallest, most sacred mountain in the world with just a single, tiny ax" -- BEAST LN

(Oda stop being so relatable...)

Was a good mentor to Akutagawa in BEAST LN (lit trained him, was okay w his antics, and was willing to go against the Mafia for him. Dazai who? Akutagawa was WAY more stable with Oda as his mentor 😭)

"How are you earning enough to take care of them?" (<< Aku asking)

"That's a secret." Oda let out a faint, almost inaudible laugh.

**

What I needed to do now, however, was worry about the new recruit, since he was a hundred times more messed up in the head than me.

**

Dazai walked over with a faint, indecipherable smile. "I've been training Atsushi for four and a half years, yet you beat him. It's hard to believe..." (uhm duh. that's cause he was trained by Oda 🙄💅who doesn't abuse his students unlike y-)

**

"Akutagawa, it was actually Oda who obtained this video," said Tanizaki who was seated. "Even with Ranpo's Super Deduction and Oda's extraordinary skill, Flawless [...], it took them three whole days to sneak into the secret facility and steal the footage. That just shows you how extremely dangerous the mission was and how hard it was to get this information."

That was when it hit Akutagawa. He had just recently been asked to watch over the orphans for three days while Oda was out of town on business.

ugH. KING behavior 😩👑

He's read the Bible

"John 12:24. You're surprisingly well read, Sakunosuke." --p.144, DE

^^ imagine if he and Fyodor had a conversation. that would be p. interesting.

was kind to the curry shop owner (ill elaborate later cause im so sleepy rn)

--- and so much more. I actually have a whole fanfic in my head of Oda TT (and that Oda is a lot different from the one in canon but is based off of him. yeah...I like Oda if u couldn't alr tell.😭)

I urge yall to please read Dark Era and The Day I Picked Up Dazai. It captures his character way more than the anime.

To end this post, I want to give tribute to the IRL! Oda Sakunosuke cause that's who the bsd character is based from and Oct 26 is his actual birthday 😸

About the Real Oda:

List of some of his works:

Thank youu 🥳

I hope this post encourages more oda love lol. he's such a king. 💅

tagging @carbonateds-oda because I need someone to share my unhinged Oda thoughts too 😭😩

(feel free to ignore btw or lmk if it bothers u. i feel like ive been too interactive lately TT)

anywy, happy birthday odasaku! 🥳🥳👑

[trash-gobby]

Hi there! I LIVE FOR PALMER CONTENT FROM THE THING! I love your writings! If it’s not too much trouble, can I please ask for something with him? I love angst! Maybe hurt comfort or whatever you’re up for! Headcanons are neat too! If not him then Pinhead from Hellraiser would be neat! ALSO If you ever want me to write something for you, don’t hesitate to ask! I love horror too and you seem really cool! I’d be down to do like, a writing trade(?) kinda like an art trade but with writing! If not that’s cool too! I still love what you do! Keep it up!

Palmer - The Thing: Headcanons, Pinhead - Hellraiser: Headcanons

Pairing(s): Pinhead x Reader, Palmer X Reader

Characters: Pinhead, Palmer

Link: The Thing, Hellraiser

⚠️ Warnings!: References to sex, death

A/N: Hello! I really appreciate your kindness. I am super behind in my writing and I am trying to play catch-up right now. I hope you enjoy this piece of work. It has been a while since I've written anything so I might be a bit rusty. I tried for angsty HCs, but I'm not sure how well I did lol.

You don't have to write me anything if you don't want to (especially since this req is a year late 😥) though I appreciate the offer <3

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Palmer (The Thing 1982)

General Headcanons

✨Palmer has had a rough go of it. He's took this job in the middle of the freezing cold in order to make ends meet after stagnation in his work life.

✨The job at the outpost was paying way above whatever he'd made and he'd wanted to save up in order to get out of the endless spiral of debt he's in.

✨He acts like he doesn't really care about much, but he has a brother at home who he sends money too. The Walkman he has was his brother's which he gave him as a gift to keep him sane in the Antarctic

Pairing Headcanons

✨Palmer struggles to get close with someone as he has been disappointed a lot in the past. He wants to care for someone, but is torn between his obligations and his fear of rejection.

✨He often doubts himself, and doesn't understand why anyone would be interested in him when there are a lot of other more attractive men (in his opinion) at the outpost.

✨When/If you die at the hands of the Thing Palmer will be distraught. He will not be able to trust anyone and get more and more unstable until he meets his eventual demise.

Elliot Spencer/Pinhead (Hellraiser)

General Headcanons

✨Pinhead has lost all faith in humanity, with not much empathy left. It is what makes him such a good cenobite.

✨When he was human he once believed in emotions like compassion and kindness, but witnessing the horrors of war warped him. This sent him on the path right to the lament configuration.

✨ Though Pinhead talks of the pleasure and pain of the dimension which the cenobites hail from with such reverence, he is often very lonely. The empty spaces of his universe, can't even be filled sufficiently by other cenobites for him.

✨ Being trapped with only the vague memories of the past and the everlasting pain of both physical and mental proportions stops Pinhead from wanting to pursue any kind of meaningful venture.

Pairing Headcanons

✨ Pinhead is a creature of horror and wonder, a man turned monster. Thus his ability to show affection or humanity will be limited.

✨ He's guarded when it comes to the more sensitive sides of a romantic relationship. He's more familiar with carnal acts, both physical and emotional.

✨ It will take a lot to remind Pinhead of his humanity, and even more to get him to express it.

✨ Although if his partner is able to get him to remember the past he long has forgotten, confronting that trauma. He will end up forming a bond with them that will last over many lifetimes and dimensions.

[urvirtualclowndoll]

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[professor-walten]

just a seventeen year old forced to save the world, again, you know how it is.

he/him only, don't let the tits fool you ✨

Lee's my real dad lol. If I ever say "dad" I mean Lee.

Owner of Motostoke's one and only Hop Walten Labs. Ireland's Pokémon researcher, rescuer, rehabilitator, and releaser. Giving every Pokémon a chance is my job and passion. I am a Pokémon rights activist and I believe in league abolition. You would know if you read my book. Nobody in Galar really has. Legally classified as a "shiny hunter," but it's just conservation efforts

Callaghan Psychics know all of the known universe. Not other universes, I guess. That's kind of why I'm here? The multiverse kinda needs us atm

DID system. There are ten of us here if that matters to you. If you want to ask questions about it take this guide. Not being specific on ages because like none of us are normal humans lol

🌨️ - Tori, she/her, adult | 🌌 - Janus, thon/thonself (they/them if that's difficult), adult | 🐐 - Tobey, he/they, teen | ⚾ - Marcello, he/him, teen(adult) | 🪙 - Auryn, he/him, adult | 🍀 - Ryan, he/him, adult | 🔥 - Rin, he/she/they, adult | 🐉 - Zabi(maru), she/he, teen(adult) | 👻 - Aoife, she/her, child

And me of course -(🐏)

The fate rests in the balance of a bunch of mentally unstable children. It always has, huh? My work is important to me, and so is understanding the multiverse, so you can always give asks about either. Cool 👍

[ooc under the cut :3]

pfp is a gift from bunnyhasaknife on instagram

disclaimer banner art is commissioned from littlebumblebe9

account banner is just dubwool from the anime

EDIT FOR CLARITY: The start of PULT takes place 3 and 1/2 years after the events of Pokémon Sword and Shield. Everything about the games is history. Leon isn't the champion, Hop is a professor, etc etc. Keep it in mind

EDIT 2: this will generally be lighthearted but the lore for hop in PULT is quite serious to certain topics like drugs miiiight end up being brought up. I'll tag each post with (tw __" so you can block it if you need to

HI, I'M HOP! Yes, my actual name is Hop too. He/him for admin as well. I've been wanting to make one of these for ages but only just now got the balls lolz. A little rotomblr/rotumblr based on my characterization of Hop for my Pokémon AU I've been working really hard to write, Pokémon Unown Legends Tale!! Read about it on my main @irlkisukeurahara I have a tag for it. I don't want to post it officially until the Unova book is done so I can provide weekly updates, so for now I wanted to make a little RP thing for it to kinda get people interested I guess

This blog 100% will spoil some aspects of it but I mean whaddya gonna do. I won't spoil major plot beats.

This is mostly just shitposting and talking about my character lore because I'm really attached to it. Having roleplays with stakes is fine but for the most part this is just silly behavior

Since the multiverse is canon in PULT I love the idea of other Hops/professor Hops/literally anyone interacting here and whatnot!! Who gives a shit about doubles I'm here to be silly

No explicit NSFW, sexual or self sexualizing jokes r fine but propositions or shit like that are obviously not

Hop has a bunch of ships in this universe (polyamory not a gay harem anime) - two OCs + two canons + one of his alters. Feel free to ask about em lol

The ships: Bede, Arven, Miles, Nico, Marcello

Feel free to ask DID questions here in or out of character, I just make Hop like this because I have DID too lol

I might say "fag" once or twice but otherwise no slurs plzplzplz but swearing is obviously fine because I will do it A LOTTT

If this gets any traction I'll make Leon and Arven accounts too

Pokémon teams: (some characters share Pokémon)

✨ = shiny

Hop

Doesn't have a full team because he isn't a trainer but his 3 main Pokémon are

Dubwool ♂️, elderly Pokémon he got from Leon as a birthday gift at 3, can use Electro Ball like a god

Azumarill ♀️, a chipper girl who saved his life

[✨] Saakash/Spoons (Alakazam) ♂️, reincarnated dead 7 year old boy with a major attitude problem, Hop's half brother (yeah.)

Tori

[✨] Kurama (Alolan Ninetales) ♂️

[✨] Toshiro (Glaceon) ♀️

[✨] Ryu (Kommo-o) ♂️

[✨] Ravenmore (Umbreon) ♀️

[✨] Saakash (Spoons) ♂️

[✨] Yukina (Froslass) ♀️

Janus

Cruinne (Cosmalenia) [Fakemon] ♀️

Supernova (Metagross) ♂️

[✨] Saakash (Alakazam) ♂️

[✨] Ravenmore (Umbreon) ♀️

[✨] Cosmo (Espeon) ♀️

Rukia (Clefable) ♀️

Marcello

Bucky (Crobat) ♂️

Doomshell (Cloyster) ♂️

Thunderstrike (Electrode) ♂️

Furyblade (Scizor) ♂️

Kickzilla (Hitmonlee) ♂️

Velvet Vogue (Lopunny) ♂️

Auryn

[✨] Goldbricker (Steelix) ♂️

Crypto (Gholdengo)

Ponzi (Corviknight) ♂️

[nickname incoming] (Alolan Raticate) ♂️

[nickname incoming] (Scrafty) ♂️

[nickname incoming] (Honchcrow) ♂️

Ryan

[✨] Kagome (Clefable) ♀️

Hawkeye (Decidueye) ♂️

Luffy (Infernape) ♂️

Aizen (Malamar) ♂️

[nickname incoming] (Weavile) ♂️

[✨] Kisuke (Mimikyu) ♂️

Rin

Sesshomaru (Houndoom) ♂️

[✨] Shippo (Ninetales) ♂️

Hashira (Blaziken) ♂️

[✨] Val (Delphox) ♀️

[half shiny] Usagi (Cinderace) ♀️

Helios (Volcarona) ♂️

Zabimaru

Hihiou (Vaporeon) ♀️

Nozarashi (Haxorus) ♀️

[✨] Hiei (Hydriegon) ♂️

Kommo-o ♂️

Harley (Garchomp) ♀️

[✨]Shenron (Dragonite) ♂️

Aoife

[✨] Kisuke (Mimikyu) ♂️

[✨] Seanchaí (Spiritomb) ♂️

Fomorian (Golurk)

Shadow (Hisuian Typhlosion) ♂️

Morrigan (Gengar) ♀️

Caelum (Cursola) ♀️

[shaykappa]

Today on “I am ✨mentally unstable✨” I was feeling like shit so I started reading soc fanfics again and remembered that they give me this weird feeling which translates as "I am way too attached to fictional characters and not nearly enough to real life people" anyway, how's your day going?

[virtuousweakling]

TW ed but not ed sheeran

Im struggling with some ✨🧁🍟things🍔🍰✨ right now so I'm going to write a fanfic of Hantengu/Gyokko reacting to their s.o having an ED. I will also be writing one about them reacting to their s.o coming out as trans. They will be written as if they are speaking to you but I'm going to write one first where Gyotengu reacts to each other having an ED, such as Gyokko obsessively exercising and only eating certain foods, mirror checking wanting the "perfect" body and I'll write about Hantengu being poor as a human, stealing whatever food he can and needing people to support him and worry for him. He loses jobs because he gets caught doing things he shouldn't on the job such as stealing, blaming others for his own mistakes, getting angry with other workers, etc. He will also have periods of being so sick mentally he simply doesn't eat or remember to.

Now, Hantengu would most likely deprive himself in order to look helpless and make people pity and serve him, but me incorporating this into the story is not to be insensitive or make people such as myself with Ed look like we are faking. The story is going to be written realistically, from the understanding of someone with similar issues because his mental illness literally caused him to do things like that and YES, I TAKE THEM SERIOUSLY I AM ALSO UNSTABLE. And I ain't talking about Ed like erectile dysfunction. We talking bout the nope to nom noms. (Again I'm struggling and tumblr is my psych ward)

[crimson-kisses]

If you're okay with it, please give poly headcanons for Nyo Poland and Nyo Lithuania with a darling who rejects their confession.

I am down for anything dw babes, more drama in the menu tonight ladies ✨ two traumatized mentally unstable maidens who would kill for you. Warnings: yandere obv, guaranteed throwing of hands and bloody swords. Very harsh language :(

Sworn promises.

Nyotalia Poland — Florentyna Łukasiewicz  Nyotalia Lithuania — Tatjana Lorinaitytė

“You stupid, air-headed arrogant bitch”

Tatjana muttered whatever curses and insults came at the tip of her tongue through gritted teeth, she was injured but had managed to draw blood by drawing a clean cut on the waist of the woman she had grown to loathe. She was always a better swordswoman than her, moves calculated and precise, and even though her opponent was a force to be reckoned with, her skills were just superior.

It’s wasn’t rare for Florentyna to get on her nerves, unlike their male counterparts, they both were rather distant, and although as much as they tried, there was always a barrier between them which stilted any growth in their friendship. Of course, they are nations, relationships and friendships shuffle about. That was reasonable.

What really pissed her off was the Polish woman’s arrogance, her naive risky attitude towards everything sometimes gave her a headache. And after what she had done? Oh she had gone to her lover, which they both agreed to share after a through conversation and a heartfelt discussion (bleh), and apparently screwed any chances of them being together. Or rather, her chances.

Florentyna had been too strong on the poor thing, you were after all an easily flustered, pure soul, soft spoken and easily stressed who had been intimidated by the extravagant flirting followed by borderline harassment. It was a disaster. Tatjana had no issues with confessing herself, but she had grown anxious and despite her warnings, the blonde had took off over to the bar you worked at. Decided to get drunk off her ass and then propose to you in the most inappropriate manner possible.

She had no idea just why exactly didn’t she see the issue, or the importance mostly, of the situation they were dealing with!? Tatjana knew that Florentyna was a smart, cunning woman who could stand up to Anya or Berlinda even, why was she so careless and tactless when it came to you?! It frustrated her to no end to see her playing around with you in this manner, she herself wasn’t the most bold person around, mostly because of her spiraling anxious thoughts concerning you.

"Better than being a spineless coward like you, what had caught your tongue from ever revealing your feelings?",

Florentyna gave a taunting smile towards the brunette, even though her wounds hurt a lot, she endured the pain, after all she had gone through worse things. This was merely a scratch really. The bloodloss only made her more excited, it was wonderful to annoy the shit out of 'miss-stick-up-her-spineless-flat-ass'. Gosh, this woman could be very judgmental, not that she cared anymore.

Tatjana huffed in disbelief and tilted her head in an observing way, eyes narrowed and blinking tiredly from the whole ordeal they were going through. She briefly lowered her sword, damaged braid tossed behind her back with barely constrained rage.

"You do realise, you braindead whore, that this situation screwed any chances for both of us", she barely dodged the high kick from her opponent and crouched down to the ground before headbutting the lady in the gut, causing a satisfied grunt followed by a loud thud.

Florentyna hissed at the sharp pain on her sides, flipping herself on her feet just as quickly as she had been head butted, swaying from the sudden motion and simply gave the Lithuanian an unimpressed look, as if she had heard the most idiotic thing from her mouth.

"You think I don't know that?", she nonchalantly responded while rolling her eyes, although she was still alert and honestly she knew her own limits quite well too. Both of them have been fighting since sunrise, "If anything, we didn't stand a chance either way, you pathetic masochistic slut",

"Don't you bring Nikolai into this!!", the Polish woman gave a crooked smile at the frustrated screeching tone and rolled to the side, barely avoiding getting a wound once more from that damned sword. A teasing glint in her eyes.

"Really?, what made you think I was referring to him Tatji?", Florentyna knew that the man was still a sore topic somewhat, being her ex-lover or whatever, but it was a great fun now and then. To tease her about it and watch her emotionally combust at the mere mention of their so called relationship. She only got a snarl in return and managed to step close enough to the woman, swiftly hitting her square on face with her elbow and managing to slam the brunette on the floor by hitting her behind the knee with her foot.

Tatjana swore she was going to murder the piece of shit but the intense pain stopped her from even seeing straight, damn it, she should have known there was no winning fairly with honor with this menace of a woman. She saw stars until after a while she was met with the face she had grown irate by.

"Just what do you mean???",

Florentyna took a seat on the tummy of the woman seething below her in sweet disdain, with a usual carefree demeanor. A sigh escaped her lips, turning into a beaming smile as she twirled her dagger playfully. Not that it made the situation any better, as she bent closer to her ear and answered in a low whisper,

"It was bound to be a 'no' all along; like, we could simply take such matters and inconveniences, into our own hands".

She got up from her position cautiously, both of the women holding their gazes with no words needing to be exchanged. Until finally, Tatjana picked herself up off the ground, holding her sword with a strong grip, a newfound determination set upon her. A stiff nod towards her companion who simply gave her an aloof expression in return.

"Let's proceed then".

I like to think, Florentyna would consider their odds from the start especially considering the fact that you would be a mortal. She is naturally a very cynical individual, hence she would consider many scenarios about how a poly relationship would go with a human and her fellow nation with whom she has quite a history with.

It would take Tatjana much more convincing to actually go through with the plan, as unlike the other, she is very considerate about your wellbeing above all. She would have to be very concerned about a particular issue to finally follow through with what Florentyna would suggest. Which won't be that difficult.

I like to think about Florentyna not caring much about your defiance regarding their relationship, she has gone through a lot of shit to care anymore. Being a heavily traumatised individual, she has simply stopped caring about a lot of things along the way. More so than Felix. Being much more crazy and unstable.

Tatjana on the other hand, is more level headed than Tolys, is less sensitive and more likely to hold a decent relationship with you. She would be rather protective, and would be more sympathetic to your situation, make no mistake though she won't be going against her word of promise unless something drastic has been done against you. She somewhat trusts the Polish woman and acknowledges her sense of loyalty but is also wary of when things get too tense.

So most likely, yes you will be kidnapped. There will be a heated debate involving the process, and it probably will continue after you have been taken by them.

A slight groan escaped your chapped lips as the dull pain throbbed across your forehead, harsh sunlight blinding your eyesight as the curtains were hasty pulled open.

"Are you stupid Tatja?, close the fucking curtains, you're going to blind the poor babe",

What?, you tried hard not to panic and make sense of what was going on, although it seemed as if your body naturally went on a panic mode, skin burning from the friction of the ropes and you almost vomited because of the gag placed in your mouth.

You remembered the blonde lady, and you swore you somewhat remembered the brunette. But well, no shit, if they were going to kidnap you, they must have been stalking you to know about your vacation whereabouts. The conclusion made you even more distraught and rightfully frustrated at the situation.

"Sorry, but the last thing we need is to cause a panic attack, being able to see is more likely to make them feel secure",

"Are you speaking out of your ass? Because that excuse was full of shit",

Tatjana simply sighed through her nose in annoyance and walked closer to where you were tied up to a chair. Seemingly expressionless, her eyes were filled with concern and almost a hint of fear, for what exactly you didn't know. Gloved hands caressed your face and you flinched in instinct at the movement.

"Don't worry........ ignore that empty headed woman, I shall take good care of you myself. Just let us play pretend for now, alright?"

Your eyes widened at the comment, and although you felt uncomfortable at the prospect of betrayal between the friends, couldn't you take advantage of the mutual distrust between the both of them?

Because you didn't miss the narrowed look of annoyance Florentyna sent towards the brunette nor the way she seemed ready to pull you away from her in any moment.

Yes, both of them would play pretend with each other, sure they could share you but both of them won't get along at first. These feelings will intensify until you escape or get taken away by someone else. You would think you could take advantage of this rivalry between them both, although once they catch on, they would be willing to put aside their differences and claiming you as theirs once again.

In the end, you rejection doesn't matter. Take it with a grain of salt, it was nothing but a simple form of basic courtesy from their side. I mean Tatjana would honestly disagree but Florentyna would make it clear that it was just that and nothing more.

Although they would question you about it, make sure to give a positive answer because Florentyna would tear you apart otherwise if she's in an unstable state and Tatjana is more likely to have an emotional meltdown, so choose your words rightly, she wouldn't dare hurt you of course. But the former would if she loses her mind for a moment.

You have to understand that even though they are friends, they have different mindsets and are intense in different ways. There are several things they will disagree on, causing frustration and mild conflict, and also they would have different opinions on how they should treat you depending on specific circumstances. And this would include the consequences of you rejecting their confession.

[fulesthefirst]

István, a király (2023)/Stephen, the King (Hungarian rockopera)

I really enjoyed finally having an actor portray the inner turmoil and uncertainty of the young king about following in his father's footsteps. Changing a country drastically (hopefully, but who knows) for the better, but in an aggressive way with lots of bloody casualties should cause doubt and moments of despair.

And look at him! Being in despair and curling up like a baby! Yay for our unstable king!

(I also liked how this production did not care about the "love triangle". István was always singing to God, even in the "romantic" songs. A ✨quality✨ choice. No time for romance during a regal mental breakdown.)

((The "foreign church" being revolting and caricatured was also a great stage directorial decision.))

(((Why am I writing in English?? Only Hungarians care about this.)))