#i did NOT enjoy the tumblr exclusive

[dazzlingjaeyun]

not snail making me watch this on a random sunday afternoon and now i can't and won't stop thinking about it for the next two months. nobody talk to me i'm thinking about this edit and nothing else. brain rot forever and always.

lately jake has us all on our knees amiright?

song: knees by e. alvin

ღ masterlist

[thebardscipher]

Two Decor Challenges!!! End me now, I am so BORED of the recent Decor challenges. Literally its all "Ohhh be elegant! Oooooh be pretty!! We don't care about story, be pretty!" (and I think this week's is uncreative too. We literally JUST HAD a Decor challenge focused on the parks *grumble grumble whine*) Week one was "In Bloom". I'm STILL in that discord that's like "We'll help you so your dreamsnaps are better and you get better scores" because like, at least I'm not TOO annoying there when it comes to talking about Disney nerdy stuff, so I've stayed. I actually followed the advice for this one, since the advice was useful stuff like "Oh, try flower beds near the fountain" and "Did you know if you used this specific rock you can trap characters in spots". It did better than I was expecting so perhaps following other people's advice is a good idea (you know...when the advice is useful)

The SECOND Decor week was "Royal Celebration" and this one scored.....ehhhhh, the number I usually aim for (which is apparently NOT the number everyone else aims for. The amount of complaints I've seen about people scoring 2,500 is like....I'm repeating myself, but ya'll realize you're in the TOP 12% right??? that's like SUPER high right??? I thought I was the shit for scoring 1500 because that meant I was in the top 20% but apparently if we're not in the top 7% the whole system should be burned to the ground. We...we do know how percentages work right? Anyways, I typically aim for 900 moonstones because its realistic.) Anyways, the only advice I got for it was "Hide objects to make your required item number higher" which is like....not advice in my opinion. Like, you wouldn't do that in an ACTUAL photo competition my dude. When I ask "Hey, how do I make my photo better" its like...do I need to work on any of the composition, is there any space that feel lacking, is the story clear and obvious?, Is the focus of the photo what I wanted the focus of the photo to be or is something distracting from the focus?, Is the angle weird and how could I adjust the angle without the black void that shows up when you're inside a room showing up in the photo? Anyways, when I realized I wasn't gonna get any actual advice besides "Hide objects" I said "Fuck it, good enough." which like yeah, I got 900 moonstones, my typical aim, so it was good enough.

[musical-chick-13]

"Truly GOOD works don't have thriving fandoms because people aren't interested in fixing them, so what do they have to write fics/make art about."

Idk about you, but I don't write fic for properties I don't genuinely enjoy and think are, on some level, actually good.

[starswallowingsea]

context

for you i pulled the 10 of swords and the high priestess @izzuleos

word count: 544

content warning for leo's high school depressive episode

Leo rolls over in his bed again. He does not want to move despite the gentle orange of the sunlight peeking through his curtain with the sunrise (or is it the glow of the sun dipping back below the horizon? Leo can’t tell right now). 

He just wants to throw himself to the tides and let the ocean carry his body somewhere else. Maybe he can find a will to continue somewhere else. 

But he just stays in his bed. He brings his legs up to his chest and tries to cry, but the tears don’t come. 

He must still be out of tears from the last time he cried. 

When was the last time he drank? 

When was the last time he ate? 

His hair felt greasy and matted and he needed a shower. 

There’s a gentle knocking at the door and he wants to tell Ruka to leave him alone again, but the voice that greets him isn’t that of his little sister. 

“Uh, hey, Leo-kun. It’s me, Sena.” 

Oh. 

Leo wants to turn him away, send him home. He can’t possibly see him like this, so sad, so pathetic, hardly worthy of the title of King. 

“I know you probably don’t want to see me right now. I wouldn’t blame you if you just cursed me out to my face, but we’re worried about you.” 

There’s a pause and Leo moves to respond before-- 

“I’m…worried about you, Leo-kun.” 

Please just open up and let me take care of you, if only for a minute.

Leo doesn’t have the energy to move from his bed, but he talks just loud enough for Izumi to hear him. 

“You can come in, Sena.” 

There’s another pause before the doorknob turns and the silver haired boy enters the room. 

There are clothes on the floor and crumpled pieces of paper everywhere, but Izumi doesn’t seem to mind as he closes the door behind him and gently pads over to Leo. 

“Your sister told me you haven’t eaten in a few days. She wanted me to bring you this soup.” 

Leo shifted in his bed and sat up. 

“Thanks, Sena.” 

Leo tried to grab the bowl but his hand shook as Izumi pulled his hands away. 

“Why don’t you let me feed you, Leo-kun.” 

Leo just nodded and Izumi went and pulled up the chair from his desk next to Leo’s bed. 

Slowly but surely Izumi made sure Leo ate the soup. 

It struck Leo that this wasn’t something Izumi would have ever done before. Something so small and domestic like feeding Leo soup and wiping his chin when some of the broth dripped down his face. 

But he didn’t mind. It was just what he needed at that moment. Even in the silence, thick with problems that needed to be addressed eventually, just for a moment, Leo let himself just take in the feeling of being alive, of being loved. 

And maybe he would make it past this eventually, even if Izumi had to come back every week, every day and make sure Leo ate something, had wiped his face off with a wet towel, and took care of himself. 

Maybe that was love, and maybe Leo could let himself be loved again one day. 

[jessiarts]

I've been curious about this for awhile now, and with a re-surge of the "hey you know you tumblr doesn't have an algorithm and you need to reblog things here if you want to see more of stuff and/or support creators" posts I think I'll finally make a poll to test a theory, Which is that: 1) Where you came from before tumblr has a heavy influence on if you reblog posts or not and 2) That the decline in reblogs has come from a influx of users from other social media over the recent years who were conditioned to interact with 'content' in a "more passive consumption, less community-interaction" way. So, whether you reblog posts or not- I want to know where you came from before tumblr

[Clarification: For the purposes of this poll, "do reblog" refers to if you often reblog the posts that you enjoy. This doesn't mean that you reblog every single post that comes on your dash- just that you reblog posts more than you hit the Like button and/or you regularly also reblog posts that you hit the Like button for. If you rarely reblog (i.e: you exclusively hit the Like button on more posts than you reblog, and/or have an empty blog), then please choose "don't reblog"]

Also, obligatory, "Please reblog for larger sample size" Because: science

[sitp-recs]

re - your last post, as a writer i find that to be an absurd take. people who write exclusively for validation probably shouldn't. if discovering your work is enjoyed and loved - just privately - is a dealbreaker for you, i think there are probably bigger issues that need to be worked through. the idea that we write fic for free and yet this discussion about "payment" through kudos/comments persists is so backwards and obnoxious.

sorry to tag you on this, obv you have nothing to do with op, but i just wanted to say - as a writer recs are a HUGE deal. to know that you liked something enough to share it with others is the biggest compliment for me personally. thanks for doing what you do.

I’m happy you reached out because this is a really interesting perspective. I definitely see increased messaging around comments = payment that pressures readers into thinking they are required to leave comments, and I agree that there are many layers to this convo that point out to a not-so-healthy relationship with fandom.

I find it hard to join this discussion not being an author myself, because I only have the privileged perspective. I understand how important feedback can be to boost newcomers and those who don’t feel part of the community. We all deal with insecurity in different ways and it’s hard to navigate a big fandom when you don’t have a group of friends to rely on. In the end the fandom experience is about a sense of belonging and it saddens me to realize that I might be part of the problem since my recs can only reach Tumblr and my ao3 comments are far and few in between.

It’s funny because my blog has always targeted other readers: at the beginning I didn’t even tag authors and did not expect them to find or engage with my posts. Over the years the recs became more and more personal, until I realized I was writing them for myself. Sure, they are love letters to the fic and might help more people find them, but at the end of the day this is my little therapy corner where I can let go and babble around to my heart’s content 🙏🏼 I’ve always been proud of this blog and seeing that post gave me mixed feelings about it for the first time, so thank you for your message!

Again, I think this discussion has many layers and I’m a bit wary to get involved being a reader, but I’d be curious to see how others feel about it…

[cinematicreid]

out the door

the one where Spencer helps reader pack for a trip.

wc 1003

tags + the rundown: fem!reader, bau!reader, fluff, spencer and reader are besties but ofc flirty, cute banter, i want him so bad etc.

a/n: hi tumblr hi fellow spencer reid stans hiiii! i think about this man so much in my head it was time to get him out of my notes app and onto a blog. inbox is open, let’s chat. all feedback welcome just pls be nice! enjoy!

~

“Spencer, be more helpful,” you beg as you stuff your toothpaste into an almost-full toiletry bag while frantically looking for your chapstick.

“I told you this was going to happen,” he says with a huff of resignation. He begins to fold the tiny, but mighty (i.e., messy) pile of clothes on your bed, organizing them neatly in your duffle bag.

To be fair, he was right. To also be fair, it had been a long week at the office, working through a stack of files that seemed never-ending. The days were long as they always were, and you had already fallen behind on quite a few household tasks, a rare habit of yours that was particularly prominent during weeks like these. Packing for your girls’ weekend had been the last thing on your mind.

Now here you were with a flight that was sure to leave without you if you didn’t kick it into high gear, and a somehow always right Spencer Reid ready to drive you to the airport, and you couldn’t find your damn chapstick.

“Well, if you knew this was going to happen you should have come even earlier.”

You make your way from your bathroom to your bedroom and toss your toiletry bag on the bed, nearly missing Spencer’s arm as he folds the last of your jeans. He chuckles at your remark before tucking the see-through bag neatly into the duffle.

“You know, I could have not offered my automobile services to you. I could have let you perish on the side of the road,” he teases.

You roll your eyes as you rummage through the drawers of your bedside table. Where the fuck did you put your chapstick?

“You’ve packed so many go-bags, you’d think you’d have this down by now,” he continues.

“My go-bag!”

You rush to the living room, targeting another one of the (too many) duffle bags you own on the couch. Most of its contents had been emptied into your laundry basket or returned to their rightful places except a few, and you race back to your room with your chapstick proudly brandished. Spencer shakes his head in amusement.

“How long will you be gone?” he asks, gently taking the tube from your fingers and securing it inside the front pocket of the bag, now zipped up and ready to board.

“Just the weekend,” you smile, already feeling your shoulders ease as the breath finds your lungs easier. You hated rushing. “I haven’t been back to Michigan in almost a year.”

His brow furrows. “We had a case there last month.”

“Yeah but, you know what I mean. I want to see my friends and visit the museums and enjoy the food, not profile a psycho.”

You grab your bag and start to sling it over your shoulder as you make your way to the front door. Spencer trails behind you, reaching for the strap before you can secure it and placing it over his own shoulder.

“We haven’t had a full weekend off in a while,” he says, and is that the faintest twinge of disappointment in his voice? “I didn’t know you were going to be out of town.”

You glance over at him, letting your eyes wander for a moment. Spencer on the weekends was a rare sight. His hair was extra fluffy; he’d had time to truly wash it in the shower instead of the rushed mornings you were used to when working a case. He was wearing his favorite cardigan that he never traveled with, the bottom two buttons left undone and the light brown of the wool bringing out the even lighter specks of brown in his eyes.

Of course, there was your favorite part: Those damn, adorable glasses that made their appearance once in a blue moon and almost exclusively on weekends when he felt too lazy to put in his contacts. Spencer on the weekends was all soft smiles and gentle laughs and, quite frankly, he was an absolute joy to be around.

You internally echo his disappointment that you’ll be a plane ride away instead of here with him, enjoying a new book store he’d found or convincing him to go window shopping with you.

You stop yourself before letting this daydream become too enticing. You could spend a million weekends with Spencer and never get bored, but you did miss your hometown, and your friends. You had a plane to catch.

“Sounds like someone already misses me,” you joke, returning your gaze ahead of you and grabbing your keys from the kitchen counter. “We see each other nearly every hour of every day. I honestly thought the sight of me repulsed you.”

“What? Of course not! I don’t find you repulsing. I was just…“ he begins to trail off ever so slightly, and there it is again. That tempting bubble of a daydream and what the weekend could have been starts creeping back into your apartment. You’d probably do anything to please Spencer in this moment.

Damn him.

Before you can burst it, for the sake of both of you and your not-so-cheap plane ticket, the piercing ringtone of the good doctor’s phone bursts it for you.

You stare at each other knowingly.

“You’ve got to be kidding,” you groan, shutting your eyes and tossing your head back in defeat.

Spencer retrieves his phone from his back pocket, pursing his lips knowingly before answering it.

“Hey, Garcia… yeah… you don’t have to call her, she’s actually with me. We’ll be there soon.” He gives you an apologetic look as he hangs up.

“I’m sorry,” he says sincerely, the previous moment fully vanished as you both slip back into work-mode. You let out an exaggerated, though you feel appropriate, sigh.

“At least you packed my go-bag for me,” you say in attempt to ease your own sadness about your now nonexistent weekend plans. “You should come over before all our cases.”

“Don’t let my generosity fool you.” Spencer nudges you toward the door with a comforting hand. “You’re packing mine when we get to my place.”

[starryhyuck]

craving you. (m) — PATREON EXCLUSIVE

pairing: husband!jaehyun x afab!reader

words: 5.1k+

summary: are pregnancy cravings supposed to make you crazy for your husband’s dick?

genre: smut

warnings: jaehyun and reader are children of politicians, mentions of conservative views, pregnancy, public sex, bigdick!jaehyun, fingering, pussy eating, creampies

this fic is exclusive to the $5 tier on my patreon, which you can access here! below is a tumblr preview

Once you’re on the road, he intertwines his hand with yours over the console. He raises the back of your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles softly. “Missed you today,” he murmurs, squeezing your palm. “Dad’s been wanting to see you too. Said you should come by the office and hang out. He’d love your input on the new traffic law they’re trying to pass.”

You hum noncommittally, staring out the window with a longing expression. He swallows at your choice to remain non-verbal, worry filling the bottom of his gut.

“Pasta night tonight, hm? I already called ahead and they set aside our favorite table,” he continues, trying to draw a reaction out of you. You chew on your lower lip, but your eyes focus on the passing streetlights. The question leaves his lips before he can stop it. “Have I done something wrong, my love?”

Your head darts over to him for the first time, gaze filled with confusion. “Of course you haven’t.”

“You’ve just been so distant from me,” he sighs. “I’m wondering if you’re upset over something I did.”

“No, no, of course not,” you shake your head, squirming in your seat. “It’s just that- T-The baby- I’m just having a lot of emotions right now.”

“You can talk to me about them, you know? I’d love to understand how you’re feeling.”

A few moments pass in silence, and he peeks over to see you battling internally before you say, “It’s not really appropriate, Jae.”

His brow furrows. “Appropriate? I’m your husband, my love. You can tell me anything.”

The rest of the ride is speechless and when Jaehyun pulls up to the valet of the restaurant, he tells the worker to give you both a moment.

“I don’t want to go in there until you feel comfortable enough sitting across from me and looking me in the eye,” he says sternly, not allowing you to run away from confrontation this time. “If you’re mad at me, tell me now and we can put a pin in it to discuss later.”

“I-I’m not mad!” You exclaim, flustered by the various people standing outside and waiting for you. “Please, Jae. Let’s just enjoy our dinner.”

“I can’t enjoy it if I know my wife is upset.”

“I’m not upset,” you hiss, groaning and running your hands down your face. “It’s not appropriate for me to say! Especially here!”

“What is it? Morning sickness? Swelling? Using the bathroom too often?”

“I want to have sex with you! Does that make you happy? I think about jumping your bones every five seconds and it’s driving me insane. I can’t even look you in the eye because all I’ll think about is riding you until I’m out of breath,” you confess, folding your arms across your chest and pouting like a child. “Now you know your wife is a degenerate who can’t think straight.”

You could cut the tension in the air with a knife. Jaehyun doesn’t utter a single word, opening up the car door and signaling for the valet to take the keys. One of the workers helps you step out as Jaehyun walks over, outstretching his arm to you without sparing you a single glance.

You walk into the restaurant with your hand wrapped around his forearm tightly. When the hostess greets you, Jaehyun says, “We’ll take the private room in the back if it’s available. I’ll pay extra if needed.”

The hostess blinks in surprise. “Oh, I apologize, Mr. Jeong. I thought you called in and requested the table by the window.”

He flashes her his signature smile. “I did, but my wife is feeling under the weather and we’d prefer if we had more privacy. I’m sure the restaurant can make a few accommodations.”

“Of course, Mr. Jeong.”

She leads you to the back, opening a sliding door that reveals a dimly lit room for two. Jaehyun nods and takes the menu from her hands. “I’ll call for service when we’re ready,” he instructs. “I ask that those doors remain closed until I say otherwise.”

“No problem, Mr. Jeong. I’ll inform the rest of the staff.”

When she exits, Jaehyun finds his way to his seat. He watches your confused expression, knowing he usually pulls out your seat for you like a proper gentleman. Just as you’re about to take your own spot at the table, he stops you with a gruff “What do you think you’re doing?”

You glance between him and the chair, and on any other occasion, he would coo at how cute you are.

“Um, sitting?”

He raises an eyebrow. “Your seat’s over here, my love,” he murmurs, patting his thigh. “Have you forgotten how to use your eyes?”

You blink twice. “Uh-”

“Come on. I can’t wait all day.”

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[celestie0]

hi my friends! hope you're all doing well. just wanted to come on here and share a little updates w you guys (if you're still here lol)

i guess it's been like a month n a half since i formally went on hiatus, and it's been nice! i got kinda sick for a little bit lmfaooo which was tough to manage w school, but i'm better now

although i took time away from my blog, i still delved in writing here n there. i haven't written anything for kickoff since tbh i'm in such a slump w it. but i still have big plans for stuff that happens after ch13, so hopefully i can just push through this next chapter and get to a better place. thanks so much to anyone that is still interested in the story, it means a lot to me. i know i'm so slow w updates and the story has been going on for almost a year now, but the continued support is so sweet! even though i didn't work on writing it these past one n a half months, i still really love it and plan to finish it.

i'm not sure if many people remember that i had this sort of "apocalypse" gojo x reader au about an asteroid being set to hit the earth in three days, and reader n gojo are ex lovers n the impending end of the world makes them break no-contact...yeah i finished writing the first chapter for it and i really love it so far! it's like set in new york which is really fun haha i love stories where new york is kind of its own "character" if that makes sense...it will definitely be a limited series w only 4 chapters or so, but i kinda wanna finish all 4 chapters before i start posting it bc i don't want it to be a drawn out series in terms of posting since i think it'd be best enjoyed in frequent succession if that makes sense

as for ihm, i think i wrote the most for ihm during my hiatus. i finished three chapters for it, but they are shorter chapters (around 3-4k words). i kinda realized one of my biggest reasons for burnout w my fics were the reaaaaallly long chapters...like didn't i have a 22k chapter for kickoff or sumn lol. idk i can't remember. but anyways, yeah the mindset behind the longer chapters was bc i liked each chapter to kinda have its own conflict, build up, tension then resolution in a sense. but it was exhausting to write that way tbh lol. so i think moving forward, for ihm, i will have shorter chapters. i just don't wanna think to much about things anymore, and write from my heart, bc i have a lot of things planned for ihm, and among the criticism i've received for my writing choices vs my own vision for the story, i've realized during my hiatus that the only way i can finish ihm, or any of my storeis for that matter, is if i just.........stop giving a fuck about it. lol idk if that sounds strange to say, but like, i don't want to over-edit anything. i don't want to think too much about redundancy. i don't want to flower things up or cut stuff out. i'm at the point where imma just write a first draft, check for grammarly errors, and then post it. i guess the reason i'm sharing this is because idk if this means that people may enjoy my writing less since i will admittedly be spending much less time on it than i did before, but tbh i realized i find the most joy while i'm writing, and not while i'm editing. so i want to spend as little time on the latter as possible, and if that changes the quality of my work, then so be it.

anyways, hmm as for hiatus. i guess i'm off hiatus now? i really enjoyed being off of tumblr tbh this app has a lot of questionable content at times (esp in jjk community) and it also did wonders for my studying bc i wasn't spending time doomscrolling or shit posting anymore lmfaooo. but as for writing in particular, i think i will start to post ihm again exclusively. i can't say anything about kickoff or my other projects, but i feel comfortable to start posting ihm again.

sorry, i know that i have kept my replies and ask box off for a long time. but i will open them again once i start posting chapters because i really miss interacting with you guys.

anywho, these are my updates lol i'm like not sure how many of my readers are still here or which ones have moved on but that's ok, i'm grateful to anyone n everyone. hope to see you all soon again!

[nosferatini]

🕊️ The Season of Nightingales 🕊️

🍾🎉! FIC COMPLETE !🎉🍾

IT'S DONE. 🥹

This is it. 

This is the end of the story that made me get my AO3 account. 

I've had this thing burning in my brain ever since the end of S2 came out in the summer of 2023, prompting the immediate need for resolution. 

And now I finally have it. I hope you've enjoyed it too.

Read it from the beginning here:

🕊️The Season of Nightingales🕊️

Fic Summary:

The Second Coming looms large. In this tale following the season after affection's seed is planted with a kiss, Aziraphale must keep his vow to fix Heaven before it’s too late, without asking the impossible from Crowley. As the effort is complicated by unexpected friends, an ex-Inspector Constable, a guileful Metatron, and a Heavenly floor full of the Blessed Dead—Aziraphale and Crowley find navigating their relationship is not mutually exclusive from saving the world from Armageddon. Somewhere, somehow, there is an outcome where the Nightingales sing in Berkeley Square. The angels just need each other—and maybe a little help—to find it.

Final Chapter Excerpt:

Curtains of blossoming flowers and ivy fell over the window, casting leafy shadows against the opposite wall. The trim had been completely taken over by lengthy wandering branches that erupted from the gap beneath the door. Telescoping circles of sunshine cast a dreamy glow into the room. Angelic and demonic eyes adjusted to it, absorbing the yellow-green dawn with growing awe. 

🕊️Finish the Fic from Chapter 36!🕊️

and with that... I'm done!

🖤✨🖤✨🖤✨🖤✨🖤✨🖤✨🖤✨🖤✨🖤✨🖤✨🖤✨🖤✨🖤✨🖤✨🖤

🖤Time for a MASSIVE list of shoutouts!🖤

First, thanks to @addledmongoose, my first beta and one who helped me correct some of my long errant grammar stupidity and encouraged me when this fic (and my AO3 account) was just a wee baby. 

Next, r/GoodOmensAfterDark, the GOAD Writers Guild, and @whickberstreetwriters, and all the lovely mods and modlings who have made those communities thrive!

Next, I bow low at the feet of my beloved betas — u/blackjeans93, @dbacklot99, and @demonsandpieohmy. Thank you from the bottom of my black heart, for putting up with my late ass updates while providing all the TLC I needed throughout these last few months. 🖤🖤🖤

Shoutout to @wiblywoblytimeywimey754 for her linguistic skills on Agnes Nutter!

And finally, thanks to the rest of you. To you GOADers, you GO tumblrs, you readers who leave comments and kudos and encouraged me to complete this instead of leaving it at chapter one. Thanks to the ones who were cheering me on from the sidelines. 

Thanks to all of you.

I owe you all a glass of Talisker 🥃 and a mighty cheers!

To the world, lovelies!

...

Fin.

Hm....

Something feels unfinished.

But what could I be missing...?????

🤔🫣🤭

Pspspsps.... @kotias......... did I do it right? 😇

[artificial-transmutations]

4k! Dropout Dorm 1

Hey guys! And there is even more big news today!

It seems like yesterday I celebrated 3k followers, and now, all of a sudden, I have just reached 4k! Honestly, I'm at a loss for words. I'm really happy (and a bit bewildered) that so many of you want to read my stories!

As a celebration, I will receive one previously exclusive four-part story from my once membership site (now a tip jar) here on tumblr, with new pictures! The writing is more than a year old, but I decided not to adjust it to preserve the original charm, so please don't mind the rough edges here and there. And now, enjoy

Dropout Dorm

The line in front of Marvin was long and Marvin was unhappy with himself. He should have come earlier! Who could have known that it was customary to be that early for dorm room assignment? Well, that was an easy question. Obviously, every student in front of him. 

He wasn't technically the last one to arrive, since there was one other guy that came even later, but the two of them marked the end of the queue. The student behind him, a brown haired young man with a narrow face, studied him carefully, before extending a hand.

"Hi!", he said. "I'm Aiden."

"Marvin", answered Marvin. He wasn't the outgoing type.

"Pleased to meet you, Marvin!", Aiden smiled. "So, we'll be rooming together, I suppose."

"We are?" How did Aiden know?

"I'm pretty sure we are." Aiden nodded. "College rules dictate that rooming is determined by order of appearance on the registration day. Since there are 84 people in the line in front of you, and always two are called into the office at a time, it is only logical that we will be roommates."

That made sense. Marvin didn't bother to count the line yet, but he wasn't entirely unhappy. The person directly in front of him looked like the typical meathead jock type, while the thin man behind him proved that he was capable of logic reasoning.

So, Marvin smiled. "Great. I'm looking forward to it, you seem like a good roommate! I'm majoring in computer sciences, what about you?"

Aiden grinned. "Mathematics. Sorry, that's hard to hide for me."

The grin was genuine, and Marvin and Aiden used the waiting time to get to know each other better. To Marvin's delight, Aiden was quite nerdy himself and wasn't keen on partying or taking girls home - which qualified him as a good rooming choice even more. 

Finally, they were called into the secretary’s office, where a woman with large glasses looked at them.

"You are the last ones?"

Marvin nodded and the woman sighed.

"Good. Well, here is the bad news: You too should look for a room elsewhere, outside the campus."

Marvin was confused. Why was that?

Aiden verbalized his question: "Why? Aren't there any rooms left?"

The woman sighed again. "Technically, there is one room left, and you can have it, but... room 148 has a bit of a bad reputation."

"How can a room have a bad reputation?" Aiden asked quizzically.

"Look, the room is called the 'dropout dorm'. For whatever reason, no student that ever took that room graduated. Most dropped out in the same or the following semester.

Aiden looked at Marvin, who, in turn looked at Aiden. How to put it delicately, Marvin asked himself, but Aiden was quicker again, just being honest:

"So, it's just superstition?"

The woman shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe. Maybe not. I can only tell you what happened to students in the years before."

"Did you always offer this room last?" Marvin asked and the woman nodded. He exchanged another look with Aiden and then smiled. "Thank you for your concerns, but I think we'll take the risk."

After the formalities were over, they got their keys and went up to their new room. It was located on the second floor, and when Aiden opened the door, he saw a big window facing the lake and the sun shining brightly through it.

"So, why do you think this is the 'dropout dorm'?" Aiden asked.

Marvin smiled. "Because it is the 'dropout dorm'. You see, there had probably been one or two dropouts in this room. Then, someone decided that the room was bad luck or something like that, and they started to offer it to the last students. Now, usually, the last ones in line are those students who care about their studies the least."

"Except in this year" Aiden added.

"Exactly. So, it became a self-fulfilling prophecy. They gave the 'dropout dorm' to the students with the worst starting conditions, and they dropped out, fueling the myth of the 'dropout dorm'."

"Flawless reasoning", Aiden congratulated. "Now, do you have a preference on which side of the room you want?"

Both young men settled in quickly and moved their stuff to their dorm room over the course of the day. It wasn't a bad room at all: It had a small bathroom with a shower, and a nice view from the window. Most importantly, though, it had two nice, big desks, which were quickly filled with books on Aiden's side of the room, and a powerful PC on Marvin's side. The day passed quickly, and it became time for bed. 

Aiden was slightly amused, as Marvin went into the bathroom to get changed and emerged in pajamas. He certainly didn't judge Marvin for being an introvert, but Aiden had given up pajamas a few years ago and slept in boxers since then. Still, that was nothing of his business.

Both their dreams were restless and although Aiden couldn't remember what exactly he had dreamed off, when he woke up the next morning to the sound of the shower running, he found himself with a bad case of morning wood. It was rare for Aiden to be aroused, but right now, he felt outright horny. His dick throbbed against his boxers and the outline was clearly visible since he had untangled himself from his blanked in his sleep. He just hoped that Marvin hadn't noticed.

When Aiden accidentally brushed against his erection, that was already forming a wet patch in his boxers from precum, he would have almost moaned out load. Damn, was this thing sensitive today. He looked at the bathroom. Marvin had left the door open, probably by accident. He could see the naked body of the other man moving under the stream of water and quickly drew back his head.

It looked like Marvin would still be busy for a while, so this was his chance! Aiden quickly disposed of his boxers and wrapped his right hand around his member, careful not to make noise. It was really difficult since he wanted to moan loudly so bad, but he could control himself. 

He quickly moved his hand up and down, rolling back his eyes. This felt just so good! Wave after wave of pleasure rocked through him and he was already close when he heard the water stop. It took an awful lot of willpower to pry his hand from his prick for a moment, to peek at the bathroom door. Marvin was drying up. If he hurried up, he still had time to finish. His hand went back to his erection, and he pumped on. He threw his head back as he came - in complete silence, but with wide spurts all over his chest.

Aiden had no time to recover though, as only a split second later, Marvin stepped out of the bathroom. Lightning-fast, Aiden covered himself with the blanket, soiling it with his cum in the process. Marvin hadn't seen anything, right?

"Good morning!" Marvin said, the towel around his hips, but stopped in the middle of the room. "Does it smell weird here?"

Stay tuned for the rest of the short series, following Marvin and Aiden on their inevitable journey, posted soon.

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[doyoulikethis-videogame-song]

Hello,

I'd just like to clarify a few things going forward, because I think a few people might be upset or confused, and this is a silly gimmick blog, so I don't think there's any need for that.

I post submissions exclusively in the order I receive them. I have only added or inserted songs in three cases:

The first two songs posted on this blog.

#69, where I inserted 'Weight of the World' from NieR:Automata.

The song would not upload to tumblr, and I have typically replaced it with a random fromsoftware song off the top of my head, because I already have the OSTs on my computer.

When I receive multiple songs from the same game in a row, I try my best to space them out between multiple songs. This has typically been every 4-6 songs in the past. I am going to extend this number further as it appears to be a source of frustration for some. When I space out songs, I do not consider DLCS/Extras as new games, so they will be spaced out. I DO consider new entries in a series as new games, so they will not be spaced out. This means you may get a song from Dark Souls I and Dark Souls II right next to one another, but never two songs from Dark Souls I.

I also understand that many are upset that their submission has not been posted yet. At the time of creating the google form, I already had the first 1000 slots of this blog lined up. I now have 4581 additional submissions from the google form, so please understand that it will probably take me a while to reach your submission.

As for how I should remedy this:

Posting more songs each day. I am planning to increase the number of songs I post each day soon. However, I would strongly prefer to not exceed more than five songs a day. This is entirely a personal preference: I often found myself annoyed when my feed was filled with nothing but polls from the same blog, that would post 7, 10, 15 polls a day or even within the same time slot. I love poll blogs, but I also wanted to be able to enjoy taking the time to listen to the music on each one. I created this blog primarily because I wanted to hear new music and find out about new games I've never heard about before, and I wanted others to share that experience. In my opinion, if you don't have the time to listen to each song posted, then it sort of defeats the gimmick of the blog itself. That being said, I will increase the number of songs posted sometime within the next two weeks.

Closing Submissions. I did not want to ever have to close submissions (because I didn't really see a reason to if I was going to post all the submissions eventually), but I now understand it may now be necessary. Starting on 9/7/2024, I am going to close the submissions box, and I am going to reopen it for the first week of each month, every month, only. The google form will remain the only way to submit requests. Hopefully, this will allow individuals who are especially excited to see their request posted gain a bit of an upper hand.

In the end, there is only so much I can do. I am only one person and I do have a life of my own. I am very happy so many people are enjoying this blog, and I will continue posting for as long as I can. If you are not enjoying this blog for any reason, feel free to unfollow it, block it, and make your own. It's nothing personal.

[honeytonedhottie]

honey's it girl magazine december edition⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🎀

welcome back to honeys it girl magazine, this is the december catalog. get ready for the inside scoop on data that i've collected, things i've learned/started doing, and just general info like that organized in kind of a teen-magazine inspired fashion. this months catalog has an article written by the LOVELY @osculum-frombee. i just wanna start off by saying THANK YOU all for supporting the magazine and my blog this year, this is theee it girls magazine and without further ado lets just get into it.

IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT ;

hey everyone! recently its come to my attention that a lot of you guys are advising me to create a sub stack account and so i did. on substack there will be a paid subscription to read the it girls magazine, BUT there are some things i want to tell u guys about regarding this magazine...💬🎀

WHAT ABOUT THE MAGAZINE ON TUMBLR? ;

you will still get an amazing it-girls magazine every month on tumblr absolutely free! the only difference between the it girls magazine on tumblr and the it girls magazine on substack is that on substack the magazine will be exclusive and include the following...💬🎀

♡ early access

♡ downloadable issues

♡ subscriber shout-outs

♡ guest article opportunities if u want to write something for the magazine

♡ collaborations potentially 🙈

♡ longer articles in general so if u like the longer articles and if u wanna read more than the exclusive version is def for you

the it girls magazine on this platform will include the same content as the magazine on substack! except on substack it'll be more in depth and include perks mentioned above. its basically the magazine y'all get here, but upgraded ✨

WHY YOU SHOULD SUPPORT MY SUBSTACK ;

for just $5 a month, you’ll get all the extra goodies that make honeys it girls magazine even more special! think early access to issues, exclusive behind-the-scenes content, and fun extras like shopping guides and downloads. plus, your support means the world to me—it helps me keep creating the content you love and dream up even more cool stuff for you. it’s like joining our little vip club where you get all the insider perks and help the magazine grow! 💕

as of right now im still working out the kinks of my magazine on substack so for todays catalog you guys will be getting the exclusive version that way u guys can know what its like! if u have any questions at all ur welcome to ask in the comments/submit an ask. i hope to see you all there but until then enjoy the experience 💻🎀

ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS TO BE GLAMOROUS ;

for this holiday season lets set the scene with "mariah carey’s “all i want for christmas is you”, your wearing a sparkly dress and looking as beautiful as you always do ✨ looking like the ultimate holiday dream! thats the energy that we wanna emulate during this holiday season and we’ll get more into that later on in this catalog. 

no but seriously, all i want for christmas is to be more fabulous and glamorous. as i was writing my christmas wishlist with my fluffy pink pen, i even made pink hot chocolate to set the mood (recipe will be shared later on) and i came to the realization that aside from the material aspects of a hyper feminine glamorous christmas, the vibe also needed to match. 

glamour is about the way that you carry yourself. so, while we’ll definitely be purchasing our holiday wishlists, make sure that we’re keeping up with our self care rituals and in fact, pampering ourselves more because we are FABULOUS and we should treat ourselves as such. now, lets unwrap all the ways you can dominate this season like the it girl you are. 

WHAT MADE YOU AN IT GIRL THIS YEAR ;

now that we’re in december i wanna track it back and do some reflection on our year just like we talked about in the november catalog. every it girl has her moments and im sure that this year has been full of them for you so just take a second to acknowledge your moments form the year. 

for me, my biggest moments this year include making the decision to take myself more seriously because, i feel like i take myself quite seriously already but i haven’t been applying myself giving myself my all like i KNOW i can so making that choice this year to truly step into myself was def my biggest moment. 

your it girl moments also dont have to be something necessarily ground-breaking, it can be as simple as you finding your signature scent (hint: if it smells like warm vanilla gourmand, it’s the one) or as ground breaking as reaching your health goals, getting on honor-roll for your school, or making big doll dollars! 💰💖💸 whatever it is, YOU did that. reflect and celebrate yourself. 

PINK HOT CHOCOLATE RECIPE ;

pink hot chocolate is the perfect winter drink! plus its super easy to make so im going to be giving the recipe here so that you can enjoy a cup of it while you continue reading the it girl magazine. put on ur hello kitty aprons and lets get straight into the recipe! you’ll need the following ; 

♡ 4 cups of milk ♡ 1/2 cups of white chocolate chips  ♡ 1 tablespoon of vanilla extract 

so what your gonna do is your gonna heat up 4 cups of milk in a pot and then add in ur white chocolate chips, mixing them together until smooth. then you’ll add the vanilla extract and the red food coloring and stir to distribute the color...💬🎀

i like to enjoy mine with whipped cream and pink and white mini marshmallows! now that you have your beverage we can continue on with the it girls magazine. 

HOLIDAY SELF CARE ROUTINE ;

one of my favorite things to do are over the top self care routines! i love to feel glamorous and girly and take good care of myself meticulously especially during winter break because its easy to just rot and fall into a lethargic haze so hopefully this holiday self care routine motivates you and gives you something to do if your bored.

use a holiday themed bath bomb from lush

use a deep conditioning hair mask, put your hair up and read a chic magazine (like this one, duh)

its all about the experience so light a yummy candle while your doing self care

use a foot scrub of brown sugar honey and lemon -> for extra glam paint ur nails

moisturize your body with a shimmery lotion so you sparkle like a holiday queen

bubble baths!!

WHAT THE IT GIRLS ARE LISTENING TO ;

one of my favorite releases this december has to be twice and megan thee stallions collar strategy! the song is so vibrant and bubbly and i absolutely loved the music video also. we can't talk about december music without talking about the queen of christmas herself miss mariah carey and her christmas album 'merry christmas' some songs from my christmas playlist are ->

♡ santa tell me - by ariana grande ♡ all i want for christmas is you - by mariah carey ♡ last christmas - by wham! ♡ doughnut - twice ♡ a nonsense christmas - sabrina carpenter ♡ december - ariana grande ♡ when christmas comes - by mariah carey and john legend

THE ADVICE COLUMN ;

Q ; “Hey, I recently bought almond oil but don’t know what to use it for. I have heard of using it for hair, skin, body, etc. but could you elaborate on it? Also if it’s ok with u could this be in your magazine which I love btw! Your the best!” 💬

A ; hi anonie! so almond oil is super duper versatile. you can use it in a hair mask for shine and hydration. you can add a couple drops to your body lotion for skin hydration. you can also mix it with sugar and make ur own homemade body scrub. from the research i did, its also great for cuticle care and soothing dry areas like elbows and knees. thanks for loving the magazine! 

DECEMBER TRENDS ;

i first wanna talk about the FASHION trends for december 2024 because it’s caught my eye. according to harpersbazzar “this season is all about daytime party clothes, o blood office attire, and updated english country classics.”

reoccurring themes in december fashion are all about finding ways to indulge in warmth and texture during the dark winter days. a texture that i’ve seen used a lot in december fashion is velvet and im going to talk about this a lot because it’s so super glamorous to me and resonates with me more as opposed to other textures that are trending like suede and corduroy.

velvet is so rich and perfect for december because of the cold weather. velvet to me just SCREAMS chic and luxurious. another texture i’ve always loved for the colder seasons is furs! miu mius first look from the fall 2024 fashion show set the stage for how popular chocolate browns are this month. chocolate brown is the chicest shade of cocoa ✨

december fashion also incorporates lots of layering because of the weather, but to master this you must layer FASHIONABLY. layering is so fun because we can really play with textures and colors. some tips to do this are as follows…💬🎀

mix textures to add dimension and interest

play around with proportions (for example big fur coat + tiny silky dress. or puffer jackets with a fashionable pair of jeans)

statement outerwear pieces!!

moving away from the fashion point of view on december trends, i wanna talk about the “can’t pay the mortgage” trend of december. so essentially you’d tell your significant other that you can’t pay the rent/mortgage, all while knowing that they have never payed for the mortgage. 

so naturally, the husbands after hearing this they’re confused and some even offended that their wife would even have to think about paying the mortgage. i think that this trend is really cute, and its a harmless prank and its really beautiful to see women in equitable relationships where they’re being taken care of and happy. I LOVE TO SEE WOMEN WINNN. 

HUNNY I CANT PAY THE MORTGAGE (BY THE LOVELY @osculum-frombee) ;

For December trends let’s go out with some advice that could better you in 2025, relationships. Let’s talk about love and expectations we all experience.

The perfect trend for this is the recent “Can’t pay the mortgage trend” where wives or partners tell their husbands they can’t pay the mortgage and see their reactions. This trend was originally done by 100% couples where the man paid all the bills in the household, or couples where the man paid half the bills (like the mortgage and perhaps something else) while the wife paid other bills but then 50/50 couples started participating in the trend and the differences in reaction was… shocking to say the least?

Reactions ;

The reactions betweeen the 50/50 men and the 100% men were obviously very different, but the question is just how different?...💬🎀

The men who paid most or all of the bills in the household almost immediately laughed or joked about their wife and how she doesn’t pay the bills anyway, some were confused and looked at their wife like “Babe..what?🤨” while some played along and pretend like they had no idea what they were going to do but reassured their wife they would handle it (my personal faves) 

While the 50/50 men would have a DRASTICALLY different reaction these men would either blank out or rage out at the idea their wife or girlfriend couldn’t handle it, the guys who blanked out asking their wife is she could take overtime or saying they didn’t know what to do while the ones who raged out went to cursing or degrading their wives. 

These reactions show perfectly what you do and DONT want in a relationship. The way your partner reacts and treats you is everything and there’s a difference between the way a provider would react and a stingy man would.

The trend isn’t about saying you should date a man who pays 100% of the bills if you don’t want to, or that all 50/50 men are trash. Like all things this requires PERSPECTIVE and knowing what  YOU personally WANT 

In times like this with the economy there are people out there who can’t do it with just one income alone, and that doesn’t mean you or your partner is a peice of crap for having to split the bills to make it...💬🎀

A provider man ;

You want to- no NEED to ensure that regardless of how much money your partner or you make, that whoever your dating is a provider man, who is more focused on taking care of you then you taking care of him, a problem solver who can save money for a rainy day, there are men out there who do 50/50 but ensure they take care of their partners, worship the ground they walk on and PROVIDE, do their best to take the stress off their partners shoulders while also taking care of household issues, men who put effort in emotionally and understand that relationships are a 2 way street, aren’t stingy about spending on their loved ones and treat their partners like the rare gemstone they are. THATS the type of man you want, whether  he be filthy rich with generational wealth or a man who gives it his all either way.

There are 50/50 men out there who save money and if their partner ever said they couldn’t do their part of the bills this month he would move mountains to ensure his partners stressed was alleviated and create a solution to the problem,  that could  be him working overtime or taking money out of the savings or covering that months expenses himself if he can, he wouldn’t yell or argue, or curse profanities , he would help and ensure they were taken care of. 

Emotional matters ;

There are men who may seem like the better choice, men who are rich and perfect on paper, but it’s not about how much money your partner has it’s how they react to the things they cannot buy. If you’re partner throws money and expensive bags at you without a second thought but when it comes to getting to know you and understand you, gaining your trust, talking through emotional issues and you trying to communicate to them they shun you out, get mad or dismissive then this isn’t the partner for you, wether you be man or women. You may think someone can buy things like your trust, effort, energy and genuine love but those are things that can’t ever be bought these things take experience, time spent with that person, arguments and makeups, it takes learning and growing to  trust that person to love them.  having a partner who doesn’t put effort in emotionally or mentally  isn’t having a partner at all it’s simply being occupied or “busied” by someone else who won’t put forth a real connection with you. 

What you want vs what you’re told to ;

I saw a video of a women saying her and her husband go 50/50 they use 1 salary for bills and expenses and use the other for savings, she said she likes it this way, she has her bachelors and her masters degree and chose not to quit working after becoming pregnant she listed points that were SO important

She mentioned how she liked having the fridge stocked, how she like vacationing whenever she wanted, she liked buying what she wanted and not struggling. The point I’m making is that it’s all about what you want and what feels right for you, but also about how your partner treats you. If you decide to  go 50/50 on the financial labor and are  with a man who doesn’t care about you or is very “dusty” you’re going to be unhappy and unfulfilled but its also the same if you’re dating a man who pays 100% yet still ignores every other need in a relationship like mental and emotional, youll be unfulfilled and unhappy. 

If you’re going 50/50 make sure you're dating a man who’s clean and willing and likes to help around the house, who can clean or cook and will put effort into all aspects of this relationship. If you want to work but be 100% taken care of and save the money you make or spend it freely it’s your life, if you want to be a stay at home mom or parent or just want to stay at home and be 100% taken care of it’s your life, if you want to have your fantasy “the way of the househusband” life where you work and pay all the bills and your husband stays at home, cooks and cleans and takes care of everything else than babygirl it’s your life and honestly rock it? 

It’s your life and it shouldn’t be curated to anyone else’s wants or expectations as long as you’re happy fulfilled, with a provider/ problem solver who will move mountains for you be happy. You’re not a roommate for going 50/50 when you’re truly loved and respected in your relationship and your partner  isn’t stingy. Whichever way you want your relationship to go make sure you find a partner who is on the same page and can give you that, don’t try to force a clown to be a king because then the entire kingdom will end up a circus, don’t chase or fight with a man who doesn’t want to give you what you want or doesn’t view you as worth it or cannot afford to, find a partner who is aligned in your ideas and values and is entirely pleased to provide you what it is you wish. 

The beauty of the trend ;

While some people do scrutinize women who are in a healthy 50/50 relationship or women who want to go to work and still be provided for. It’s not about that this trend is about showing women what’s possible, that providing 100% for a man will always lead to you being depleted and drained in every way possible, that the better and healthier relationship is out there and that there are men who would do anything to be with you and keep you and let their actions show as such not just financially but emotionally. Women have said that this trend has shown them their husbands or partners aren’t worth it and that it’s opened them up to a better way of living and has shown them their better off single than with a man who depletes them. 

This is about empowering women and I notice this trend goes hand in hand or is the sister to the “women in male fields trend” a trend that showcased women acting like men and talking about what they’d experienced with them, that trend was women saying they were done with that treatment and this trend is about showing women they can do better. 

Conclusion ;  

Going into 2025, focus on yourself- find out what it is you want.  

And if there’s anything you take away from this segment let it be that: 

It’s about what you want 

50/50 doesn’t make either of you bad

Better is always out there

You are the love of your life 

Thank you for reading my first ever segment in the It girls magazine💕💖

WHICH HOLIDAY IT GIRL AM I? ; 

are y'all ready to discover what type of it girl you are this holiday season? take this quiz to figure out which festive vibe suits your personality. lets see how ur sleighing this season…💬🎀

1. your ideal holiday party look is:

a) a sparkling, gold sequin-covered dress that’s sure to steal the spotlight 

b) a chic velvet jumpsuit with fluffy details and elegant accessories 

c) a fluffy sweater with a touch of holiday glam — think sparkly headbands and cute socks 

d) a glamorous satin gown in red or emerald green, paired with glamorous makeup and red bottoms

2. what’s your go-to holiday drink?

a) sparkling champagne or a festive glittery mocktail 

b) a warm, spiced apple cider 

c) pink hot cocoa with extra marshmallows, topped with whipped cream 

d) a luxurious holiday latte with hints of peppermint or caramel 

3. your favorite way to spend christmas eve is:

a) attending lavish holiday parties, and kissing under mistletoes 

b) enjoying a candlelit dinner with close friends or family, and watching cozy christmas movies 

c) baking holiday cookies and wrapping gifts while sipping on hot chocolate

d) getting all glammed up for a special dinner and exchanging glamorous gifts with ur girls

4. when decorating for the holidays, you:

a) i go ALL out with sparkly lights, glittery ornaments and a chic color scheme for pinkmas 

b) elegant neutral decor with touches of greenery, its classic duh

c) a cozy vibe with diy ornaments, fairy lights, and plaid everything 

d) love classic red, green, and white with vintage-style baubles for a traditional yet glamorous feel 

5. what's your holiday music playlist vibe?

a) mariah carey’s “all i want for christmas is you” on repeat 

b) classic jazz and soft holiday tunes 

c) cozy acoustic christmas songs and christmas movie soundtracks 

d) holiday hits that make you want to dance like wham and micheal bublé 

6. what's your holiday beauty look?

a) bold red lips, highlighter that shines like snow, and glittery eyeshadow 

b) soft, glowing skin with a natural glam look — think minimal but chic 

c) a cozy but cute look with a bright red lip and simple, glowing skin 

d) smokey eyes, dramatic lashes, think holiday bimbo

7. your dream holiday getaway is:

a) a glamorous snowy cabin retreat with hot cocoa and a warm fire, and complete with an evening of glitzy christmas parties

b) a cozy winter escape in the mountains with scenic views and a fireplace 

c) a festive city escape, with christmas markets, hot chocolate, and cozy cafes 

d) a luxurious tropical resort, giving beachside holiday vibe

results:

mostly a’s: the sparkling diva ✨ you’re all about the glam and sparkle this holiday season! from dazzling sequins to luxurious accessories, you know how to shine brighter than the christmas lights. you love the glitz and glamour of the season and aren’t afraid to make a statement — just like the holiday parties you attend!

mostly b’s: the elegant sophisticate 🥂 you bring class and sophistication to everything you do this holiday season. whether it’s a cozy dinner or a quiet night by the fire, you exude an effortless elegance. this holiday season, you’ll be enjoying luxurious simplicity — think velvet, classic red lips, and timeless decor.

mostly c’s: the cozy glam girl 💖 you’re all about warmth, coziness, and making the season special in your own way. whether it’s baking cookies, wrapping gifts, or cuddling up with your favorite holiday movies, you embrace all things festive and chic. this holiday, it’s about combining comfort and glamour for the perfect holiday vibe!

mostly d’s: the classic glamazon 💅🏼 you’re the definition of classic holiday glamour! whether you’re rocking a satin gown or glamming up your beauty look, you always bring sophistication and style to the season. for you, it’s all about elegant traditions, bold accessories, and a glamorous holiday look that can’t be ignored.

[coilserpent]

astrology observations pt. 13

Hello, everyone! 💜 I am back again with the observations after a long long time away from tumblr; I am taking sidereal birth chart readings, for those contact me at my email: coilserpent@gmail.com. Enjoy!

sidereal cancer is a natural yearner similar to sidereal taurus and libra, however it is not exclusive to a romantic interest. the yearning transcends romance, it goes to the past, friends, family, older versions of the self.

sidereal leo is pedantic about their goals, they like to track their progress and also keep their spaces clean and pleasant looking.

9th and 12th placements are experimental, they may not believe in the concepts presented to them but they do not reject them. 12th housers especially may even try them out and embrace something just to feel what it brings to them as an experience simply,

people put sidereal leo on a pedestal and look up to them because of their skills and the way they carry themselves, their wisdom too (magha nakshatra) but they feel like an impostor often and don’t even like being noticed in that way, they mostly prefer recognition for certain skills.

7th housers can’t learn their most valuable life lessons and develop themselves to their fullest potential without their 1:1 connections. be it business, friendship or romance. they take the wisdom from those unsuccessful relationships and use it to strengthen their 1st - sense of who they are outside of the relationships.

8th housers have a tendency to not let their traumatic experiences go and this stunts their ability to grow emotionally. (2-8 nodes especially here) they have a tendency to always remember the people closest to them did that affected them so deeply where they don’t even get out of this deep whole of negativity, this breeds chronic low self worth (2H) and no motivation to be more.

1st housers when not evolved may be tricked into giving a lot of attention to the 3D and associate 3D themes with what makes them “Them”, they may define themselves as their career and hobbies. this is a recipe for existential crisis because once those 3D elements change (they will) or are no longer interesting to the masses this individual essentially “loses value”.

sidereal taurus moon vs sidereal scorpio moon have polarizing approaches to lively aspirations. due to the exaltation of the Taurus moon and this sense of natural internal security they are born with has its downside, that shows up in someone as not striving for more than the ”comfortable” lifestyle and not really having build any special skills to achieve milestones. this makes them prone to falling into depressions later in life (and issues with overeating/drinking often). sidereal scorpio moons are not “blessed” with this sense of internal comfort, the hardships they face early on makes them motivated to rebuild themselves and acquire skills which are important for success. the other downside is they have to learn how to appreciate their achievements and not just diminish them and going for the next, taking time for a little rest now and then is okay, scorpio.

[simplyraeblue]

hunter and hunted (jjk)

ღ first attempt at short stories on tumblr. bear with me. ღ

college (summer) break au: a fic in this y/n is pining over Yuji's older brother Sukuna, while unbeknownst to her, Choso is doing the same thing for her. contents: sukuna x reader, choso x reader, modern college AU, yuji and choso are brothers, sukuna and yuji are brothers, eventual smut warning as I'm planning for this to come in parts

index part one | part two

part one word count: 1,266

“thanks for letting me stay over here this summer, Yuj. I really didn’t want to go home over the break but I couldn’t stay in the dorm either so you’re a lifesaver.” you tell your best friend while following him up the stairs to his front door. both of your arms are full of groceries, same as Yuji’s. the first store run of the summer. 

Yuji looks back at you, giving his usual wide grin. “of course y/n, you know you’re always welcome. you’ll just have to excuse my brothers, I’m sure they’ll be keeping to themselves but if they cause you any trouble I give you permission to punch them.”

you laugh, but you know his concerns are mostly valid. 

Yuji has two older brothers; Sukuna and Choso. the latter is always keeping to himself, blaring loud metal music in his room (which is always almost pitch black), and exclusively communicates in grunts ninety percent of the time. the former… well… Sukuna is the biggest asshole you’ll ever meet. however, that doesn’t stop you from feeling your heart stop when he’s in the room. how can someone who's an absolute dick walk around looking like that? 

you’ve had a crush on Sukuna since high school, when he was a senior and you were an underclassman. of course he never paid you any mind. and when he did, it was to pester you and try to get a rise out of you. [little did you know he enjoyed that]

Yuji held open the front door for you, allowing you to walk into the house and hurry yourself to the kitchen. you’d been successful carrying a load of groceries so far; until you see Sukuna standing shirtless in the kitchen drinking a glass of water. 

all of the groceries drop out of your hands almost immediately. “for fuck’s sake, y/n are you really that weak?” Sukuna yells, walking over to try to clean up the mess you made.

“it’s not my fault you scared me you asshat, I came around the corner and you were just standing there quiet as a mouse.” you snap at him, trying to stop the blush from creeping onto your cheeks. 

“woah, y/n that’s my fault I shouldn’t have asked you to carry so much!” Yuji joins the two of you in the kitchen, setting his groceries down and proceeding to help. He angles his head towards the stairs before shouting, “Choso, get down here it’s time your turn to make dinner!”

you hadn’t even notice the music coming from upstairs. how Choso’s ears don’t bleed you’ll never know. even from a separate floor your ears are almost in pain; but you guess that could be from the embarrassment you were already feeling. soon after Yuji hollered, you hear heavy footsteps coming down, before you see him. Dark, messy twin buns and his signature face tattoo… you could almost admit that the tattoo was attractive, but it didn’t compare to the ones all over Sukuna’s body. it’s a surprise that Yuji hasn’t gotten one yet. 

“hey, y/n.” Choso says to you in a low tone, so low you barely catch it. all you can do is nod while still trying to catch up with the chaos of the groceries. “Yuji says you’ll be crashing with us for the summer, is that right?”

“yep. didn’t want to go home but couldn’t very well sleep on the streets, y’know?”

“I think you’d feel right at home on the streets.” Sukua chuckles, and you proceed to slap the back of his head. “hey! physical violence!”

“oh yeah, I told y/n that she has full permission to hit the both of you if you cause any trouble.” Yuji warns them, causing Choso to raise his eyebrows in direction like he’s doubting I could ever cause any harm. “and just saying, she does a have right hook when she tries.”

-

after dinner was done, you volunteered to clean the dishes since Choso cooked and Yuji bought the groceries. it also didn’t seem like Sukuna was going to speak up and you were the guest after all. you even tried to ignore Sukuna’s “because she’s a girl” comment he made under his breath when Yuji tried to get him to take over for you. 

Choso and Yuji stay downstairs with you while you clean up, both of them talking about their plans for the summer and everything they want to do. you don’t hesitate to chime in on occasion, but the only responses you get are from Yuji. eventually, it’s you and Yuji left downstairs, with both brothers shutting off in their rooms. 

“I’m gonna take the couch tonight, okay y/n? tomorrow I’ll work on getting the spare bedroom ready but for now just take over my room. there’s a bathroom right next to it, but just be warned, you do share a wall with the bathroom and the other wall with Choso.” Yuji explains as you yawn. 

“so what you’re saying is I should pick up some earplugs.” you remark to him, making the both of you laugh. you bid him goodnight, before heading up the stairs to find Yuji’s room. it wasn’t your first time sleeping here, but every other time you were almost certainly black out drunk and never remembered getting up the stairs in the first place. 

after getting settled in Yuji’s bedroom, you grab the extra towel he gave you and your pajamas before going to get a shower. you take a quick scan of the second floor, and curse under your breath. of course there’s only one bathroom upstairs. before you can knock on the bathroom door to be sure, the door to the right of Yuji’s opens suddenly, startling you until you see Choso in his pajamas staring at you. 

“I think Sukuna is in there, but do you need to get in there next?” Choso asks you, rubbing his head. you nod silently, earning a sigh from him. “well, I just need to brush my teeth so would you be okay if I went first? I’ll be in and out.” 

“of course, this is your house after all.” you answer, just as the bathroom door handle starts to turn. steam rolls out once the door is opened, and you’re face to face with Sukuna in only a towel with water still dripping off of his hair. 

“move.” the eldest sibling grumbles, nudging past you to get to his room. you can’t help but let your eyes follow him before he gets to his door. 

for a split second, he turns his head to meet your eyes. if you had blinked you would have missed it. then as soon as it happened he was slamming his door. 

heat crept over your ears and cheeks, but you tried to shake it off. Choso brushed past you to get into the bathroom to brush his teeth, and you took a deep breath. you stood waiting, but Choco didn’t shut the bathroom door so you just looked around and at the ceiling instead of being weird and watching him practice oral hygiene. 

“all yours y/n.”

“thanks.” your gaze ends up following Choso back to his bedroom door, mostly just making sure you would have some privacy once you shut the bathroom. and yet… there he was. stopping just short of closing his door before looking up at you, his dark eyes blending it with the darker line tattooed across his face. 

you shut the bathroom door behind you, taking a deep breath once again. what the hell was that feeling in your chest?

-

[salemrph]

"The truth can hurt" - Part 1/3

Summary: You can’t take it anymore. Everyone around you is lying, keeping you in the dark, spinning stories to suit their own agendas. Even Sylus, with all his power and supposed care, refuses to give you what you need. Every request, every plea for answers—shut down or met with silence. The frustration, the confusion, the anger—it all condenses into a single, clear mission: You want the whole truth, no matter what it takes.

Character: Sylus, Zayne, MC

Genre: suspense

Word count: 4,366 | Reading Time: 17 min |

Warning: Spoiler for new player. After ending Prologue to Tomorrow: "Voyage of the Outcast"

This another of my long story idea, but I promise this will have max 3 parts. I prefer to have shorter text on Tumblr, it easier to read then longer thing.

Your long, deep, dark royal blue dress glimmers with sparkling diamonds, catching the soft glow of the moonlight. A masterpiece chosen by Sylus, the dress makes you feel as if you're draped in the very stars of the galaxy. As you stroll through the expansive garden behind the grand mansion, the cool night air brushes against your skin, a welcome cool down to your flushed cheeks.

The exclusive masquerade ball has left its mark on you—the warmth from the fine wine and the lingering heat from your earlier dance with Sylus still simmer in your veins. You recall how he’d pulled you effortlessly to the dance floor, his hand firm on your waist, his voice low and teasing.

"Would my lady grant me the pleasure of a dance?" he had asked, his smirk never leaving his lips.

Your heart had pounded as you quipped, "Now you’re asking, while we’re already spinning?"

Sylus’s smirk deepened as he guided you through the waltz with an easy confidence, his touch steady yet electrifying. The memory of his gaze locked onto yours, the way he held you just a little too close, sends a fresh wave of warmth through you as you walk alone in the night’s serenity.

You had excused yourself earlier, slipping away while Sylus was deep in conversation with some unfamiliar faces. He had mentioned something about needing your Hunter instincts for a "random mission," but you couldn’t shake the feeling that it was just an excuse to keep you close. Did he really enjoy events like this? You weren’t so sure.

The soft crunch of gravel underfoot accompanies your thoughts as you wander further into the garden, the air perfumed with the subtle, sweet scent of roses lining the path. The blooms seem to glow under the faint silver of moonlight, guiding you toward a small, tranquil lake.

Reaching a stone bench near the water's edge, you sit down, grateful for the chance to rest your feet. The cool air brushes over your skin, soothing and refreshing, as the distant sounds of the masquerade fade into a murmur. The stillness here is a welcome contrast, allowing your thoughts to drift as you gaze at the lake, its surface shimmering with soft reflections of the night sky.

You think for a moment about Xavier. He would have loved this view, too. The sky’s reflection is perfect on the still water, and for a moment, you feel as if you could walk right into the lake and let yourself drift away, bathed in the moonlight beneath the vast, starry sky. It feels like a dream, distant and unattainable. You shake your head, trying to clear the thoughts.

Lately, your mind has been crowded with fleeting dreams and fragments of thoughts that slip away the moment you wake. There's an ever-present weight—a nagging sense that you're forgetting something important, something vital.

Why don't I leave you in the dark for now?" The voice of Sylus echoes in your mind, the haunting memory of the song you both played on the organ still lingering. The fairytale dream with Rafayel, where you were a Sea Witch lost in the ocean.

It all swirls in a mess of confusion and fear. The anxiety of not knowing enough is slowly driving you mad. You still have no concrete leads on who could have killed Caleb and Granny, and every day feels like you're stuck at the very beginning of your investigation.

The evidence is mounting, all pointing toward Ever Group, though you can't connect the dots. You've crossed paths with them too many times—Zayne's insistence on keeping you away from the medical investigator, the two people at the party with Rafayel, and now this connection with someone from Xavier’s past.

Ever Group.

You look up at the sky again, its deep expanse making your thoughts feel even more scattered, and then you glance down at your bracelet, the red gem gleaming softly in the moonlight.

Sylus… another one who keeps things from you. Another one who's not telling you the truth.

You can't take it anymore. The anger builds up inside you, hot and raw, bubbling to the surface like molten lava. You’ve had enough of this secrecy. Enough of everyone dancing around the truth like it’s some fragile thing they need to protect from you.

"Why is everyone hiding something from me?!" you scream into the stillness of the night, your voice shaking with frustration. The words feel like they’re tearing out of your chest, the pressure of the unspoken secrets threatening to crush you.

You stand there for a moment, breathing heavily, the night air cold against your skin as the rage surges through you. Your body is tight with tension, every muscle screaming for release. The urge to do something, to take action, burns inside of you.

You want go for a hunt, let the adrenaline of the chase cool your anger. The only problem is, all you have with you is a knife on your thigh—a puny thing, not nearly enough to take down a Wanderer.

"Fuck," you mutter. It’s useless, but for the first time in a while, you don’t care. Something needs to change. You need answers, and you're not going to stop until you get them—no matter what it takes.

"My, my... seems like the kitten can roar," Sylus says, his voice smooth and taunting as he steps closer to you. He stands by your side, his presence almost overwhelming in the still night air.

You don’t say a word at first, a bit embarrassed by the outburst but mostly not wanting to discuss the frustration boiling inside you. You cross your arms tightly, your eyes fixed on the still surface of the lake, trying to ignore the heat in your chest.

"Would you mind sharing your thoughts with me?" Sylus asks, his tone casual but laced with curiosity.

"No," you snap quickly, the word leaving your mouth sharper than you intend.

He smirks, unbothered. "Don’t bite me, kitten. I’m not your enemy."

You can feel his eyes on you, but you keep your gaze ahead, willing the tension in your body to dissipate. Part of you knows he's right—he’s not the enemy—but right now, the frustration is too much to shake off. It's all piling up, and it’s hard to let go.

The silence between you both feels suffocating. Your heart beats too fast, your mind racing in every direction—fragments of the truth scattered everywhere, and you can’t seem to put them together. You want to scream again, but instead, you’re left with this knot in your chest, tighter with each passing second.

"I want the truth... Sylus," you say, your voice quieter now, the frustration still lingering beneath the words. You meet his eyes, glowing in the moonlight, your heart pounding. "If you appreciate me, as you always say, tell me what happened between us. Why did I have that vision? Why are you so desperate to resonate with me?"

Sylus stands still, his gaze fixed on you, his expression unreadable. The tension between you both is palpable, as if the air itself is thick with unsaid things. Without a word, he removes his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders, the fabric warm and soft against your chilled skin, but it does little to ease the turmoil inside you.

"I'll bring you home," he says quietly, his voice low and controlled.

"Sylus!" you snap again. "Stop avoiding the question. I deserve to know!"

"Sweetie, be a good girl and be patient. The truth will come eventually," he says, his tone smooth, almost comforting. He takes your hand and pulls you closer to him, the proximity making it harder to hold onto your anger.

Your breath catches, the memories of the song in the chapel flooding back. "At the chapel. The song... I knew every note, like I’d played it a thousand times before. And... you were injured in that dream..."

Sylus stiffens, his usual composure cracking for just a moment. His body tenses, a rare vulnerability flickering across his features. You notice it, the way his jaw tightens and his eyes flash with something unreadable.

"What are you not telling me, Sylus?" The words slip out before you can stop them, the anxiety clawing at you, desperate for the truth.

For the first time, he doesn’t respond immediately. He stands still, a dark shadow crossing his face as he processes what you’ve just said. His grip on your hand tightens, but he doesn’t pull away, not yet. "We’ll talk about it later," he mutters, his voice tight with restraint.

"You keep saying that," your voice a little sharper than you intend. "You keep telling me to wait, to be patient. But how much longer? How much longer until I get the answers I deserve?"

Sylus’s gaze sharpens, his usual calm demeanor slipping further as he lets out a sigh. "Patience, kitten, it’s a virtue. Something you’ll need to survive this." His voice is low, a little warning in it now. "You’re not ready to hear everything yet."

A wave of frustration surges through you, but you force yourself to take a deep breath. "I’m ready. I’ve been ready," you argue, locking eyes with him, challenging him to tell you the truth. "You can’t keep me in the dark forever."

He stares at you for a long moment, as though he’s weighing your resolve, before something unreadable flickers in his eyes. For a brief instant, you see the hint of something he’s trying to keep hidden—something that hints at a past far darker and more complicated than he’s ever let on.

He finally speaks, his voice a little softer, yet laced with a quiet warning. "Some truths... they don’t come without consequences."

You swallow the frustration building inside you. Even though your mind is a whirlwind of questions, you know pushing Sylus right now isn’t the answer. It’s hard, but you force the words out.

"It’s... fine. We can talk about it another moment"

Sylus looks at you for a moment, his expression unreadable, and then, surprisingly, he gives a small nod. He doesn’t press, doesn’t question you further. The moment lingers, both of you standing in the stillness, the air thick with unsaid things.

“Good” he murmurs, his voice softer now, but the weight of his words still there.

You don’t reply, too tangled in your own thoughts. But as you feel his presence beside you, the conflict inside you settles into a strange, uneasy quiet. Maybe it’s for the best... for now.

Sylus doesn’t take you back to your place. Instead, he drives you to his base and leaves you in your room, the door closing softly behind him. You stand there for a moment, the silence of the room wrapping around you like a heavy blanket.

You question yourself. Did you push him too much tonight? The look in his eyes, the absence of his usual smirk, the teasing charm that always lingers in his presence—it all feels different tonight. A pang of guilt twists in your chest, but you shake it off, telling yourself that you needed to know the truth.

Before he left, he patted your head in a way that felt... almost too gentle. The warmth of his touch lingers, and you can’t help but wish he’d stayed a bit longer, maybe said more, maybe smiled like he always does.

You change out of the dress, the delicate fabric slipping from your skin, and you crawl into bed. But your mind refuses to quiet. Theories, possibilities, unanswered questions circle in your thoughts. You try to piece everything together—his secrets, the song, the chapel, the feeling of déjà vu—but it’s like trying to catch smoke with your hands.

Your eyelids grow heavy as the weight of the day, and the restless thoughts finally catch up with you.

When you open your eyes, the world feels different. The cool, crisp air surrounds you as you find yourself standing on a hill. The sky above is painted with hues of orange and pink, the sun dipping low into the horizon, casting a warm glow across the valley below.

The red flowers that blanket the hillside sway gently in the breeze, their vibrant petals a stark contrast against the golden light. The scent of them fills the air, sweet and calming. As you take in the scene, there's a strange sense of familiarity that tugs at the back of your mind, like you've been here before.

The beauty of the landscape is almost too much to take in, and yet it feels so... right.

A familiar voice drifts through the air, soft and indistinct, like a whisper carried on the wind. You can’t quite make out the words, but something about it makes your chest tighten. You lean down instinctively, drawn toward the sound, when you feel it—a rough hand brushing your cheek with surprising gentleness.

The touch sends a wave of warmth through you, and for a moment, everything else fades away. You reach out to the red flowers surrounding you, plucking a few of the most beautiful ones. Turning to him, you place the blossoms delicately in his hair, a playful gesture. He smiles, and it’s a smile that feels like the sun itself, radiant and familiar.

You can’t help but smile back, your heart swelling with a joy you can’t quite explain. It’s as if this moment has been etched into your soul, something you’ve experienced before, though you can’t recall when. It feels perfect, timeless.

Laughter bubbles up inside you as you roll playfully in the sea of red flowers. Everything feels light, carefree, and yet... something is wrong. You know him—you’re sure you do—but the thought slips away every time you try to hold onto it. His name, his face, the connection you share—they hover just out of reach, teasing your memory.

But you know this is important. This moment. This person. If only you could remember why.

Panic grips you as you feel his form beginning to dissolve in your arms, pieces of him disintegrating into shimmering particles that drift away into the sky. You clutch at him desperately, your fingers closing on nothing but air as his smile lingers, serene and heartbreakingly calm.

"No... no, no, no!" The words tumble from your lips as you shake him, but it’s too late. His body is fading, vanishing like a dream slipping from your grasp.

"There is so much blood..." The words escape you in a choked whisper, your hands trembling as you notice the crimson stains spreading, seeping into the red flowers around you. It feels endless, consuming everything in its path.

The ground beneath you quakes, the once-beautiful hill shattering as the world crumbles around you. The sky turns dark, the sunset swallowed by an ominous void. The flowers wither and burn, their vibrant red turning to ash.

"I curse you!" you scream, your voice raw and broken, filled with anger, sorrow, and despair. Tears streak down your face as you cry out into the collapsing world, your cries echoing endlessly. You reach for him, for the pieces of him scattered in the wind, but he’s gone—irretrievably, agonizingly gone.

And all you’re left with is the blood, the broken earth, and your own shattered heart.

You wake up with a start, tears streaming down your face and your breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps. The remnants of the dream cling to you like a heavy fog, and the ache in your chest feels unbearable, as if a hole has been carved deep within you. The pain is overwhelming, raw, and unrelenting.

Then, you feel it—a gentle pull, warm and grounding. Blinking through your tears, you realize Sylus is sitting next to you on the bed, his presence a quiet anchor in the storm of your emotions.

Your first instinct overrides all else, and before you can stop yourself, the words spill out, trembling and desperate: "Don’t ever leave me again."

You bury your face in his chest, your fingers clutching the fabric of his shirt as if holding on will make everything go away. Your whole body trembles as you cling to him, like he’s the one who disappeared, the one you lost in the dream.

He doesn’t say a word, just pulls you tighter, one hand brushing softly through your hair while the other rests firm against your back. The steady rise and fall of his breathing and the quiet strength of his hold slowly start to calm you down, bit by bit.

"Kitten," he murmurs, his voice unusually soft, with a hint of worry. You can’t answer him right away, too caught up in trying to calm the storm raging inside you. Instead, you let yourself lean into him, drawing comfort from his warmth.

He doesn’t push for a response, his hand continues its slow, soothing strokes through your hair, the motion anchoring you as your erratic breathing begins to even out. Your tears soak into his shirt, but he doesn’t flinch or pull away.

Minutes pass—maybe more. You don’t know, and you don’t care.

Eventually, you manage to pull back slightly, just enough to look up at him. His face is close and his look is soft.

"I… I don’t know what’s wrong with me," you whisper, your voice hoarse and trembling. "The dream—it felt so real. And the pain…" You press a hand to your chest as if to soothe the ache that lingers there. "I don’t even remember why it hurts so much."

Sylus studies you for a long moment, his eyes darker than usual, as though he’s wrestling with something he won’t say. He shifts his hand from your hair to your cheek, he gently wipes the tears away clinging on your skin.

"Dreams have a way of cutting deep" he says quietly. "Especially when they hold pieces of something you lost long ago".

You frown at his words, your mind racing. "What do you mean?"

Sylus sighs, his thumb brushing along your cheek before he pulls back slightly, his gaze momentarily distant. "Don't worry about it" he says, his voice low, almost reluctant. "You’re overwhelmed. You need rest."

"But—"

"No" he interrupts, his tone firmer now. He leans closer, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. "I’m here. Right now, that’s all you need to focus on."

You want to argue, to demand answers, but the exhaustion in your body and the weight in his gaze stop you. Instead, you nod weakly, letting him guide you back against the pillows.

Sylus lingers for a moment, adjusting the blanket over you, his movements careful and tender. As he straightens, you catch his hand, holding it tightly.

"Stay" you murmur, your voice barely audible.

His lips twitch, not quite forming a smile, but there’s something warm in his eyes as he sits back down and lying down beside you.

"I’m not going anywhere..."

His arm wraps around your waist, pulling you gently against him. Being so close to him is grounding, and the rhythmic sound of his breath calms the chaos still lingering in your mind.

He whispers softly in your ear, his voice a low murmur that sends a sense of peace washing over you. “I couldn’t leave you even if I wanted to. Now sleep. I'll be here when you wake up.”

You cling to his presence, your eyelids grow heavier, the exhaustion finally winning over the pain and the confusion.

With his warmth surrounding you, the world outside fades away, and the last thing you hear before slipping into sleep is his heartbeat, steady and strong against your ear.

...

At the next day, you wake from the soft light of the Evol linkage on your wrist, the intricate mark glowing faintly, mirrored perfectly on Sylus's own wrist. You stare at it, your chest tightening as the weight of your dream comes rushing back.

Your breath hitches, and before you can pull away, Sylus's arm tightens around you. His voice is soft, almost teasing, but laced with a quiet tenderness. "Relax, kitten. It's still early."

You glance up at him, your gaze meeting his. He doesn’t look surprised by the linkage—it’s as if he’s completely unfazed, even... comfortable.

"How do you feel?" he murmurs, his fingers brushing lightly over the mark on your wrist.

"I'm... okay" The touch sends a calming warmth through your body, and you realice just how much the linkage eases the storm inside you. It’s not the first time you’ve noticed this. Strangely, though, when the linkage fades, it always leaves behind a hollow emptiness that you can’t quite explain.

Sylus shifts slightly, his lips close to your temple, as if drawn by the moment. His nose brushes against your hair, and he inhales deeply, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You smell like warm cherry wine, kitten."

The teasing tone makes you roll your eyes, but there’s an unmistakable affection beneath his words. He’s not letting you go—not yet. You can feel it in the way his body is perfectly relaxed, as if holding you here, in this moment, is exactly where he wants to be.

His hand rests lightly on your back, fingers tracing lazy patterns. His other arm cradles you against his chest, his heartbeat a steady rhythm beneath your cheek.

You’re not lovers—not yet—but the closeness between you feels like it could tip over into something more at any moment. Sylus’s affection is unmistakable, even if he’s too stubborn or guarded to say the words aloud.

For now, you let yourself stay in his arms, the resonance of your Evol soothing the lingering ache of your dream. The tension begins to ebb, replaced by the quiet comfort of his presence.

"Don’t think too much," he says softly, his voice breaking the silence. "You’re here. With me. That’s all that matters."

You don’t respond immediately, your mind still caught on the remnants of your nightmare and the way his warmth fills the emptiness it left behind.

---

Days later – Akso Hospital

You’re sitting in Zayne’s office, tapping your fingers against the armrest of the chair. The room feels too quiet, the steady hum of the air conditioner the only sound as you wait for him to go through your file. You’ve spent the past few days diving into research, scouring websites, watching videos, skimming through books, and even contacting a few professionals—all in the hope of figuring out how to recover lost memories. It’s been exhausting, and you’re no closer to any real answers.

Sylus wasn’t going to help; you’d already figured that much out. If anything, he seemed determined to keep certain doors locked, even if it meant keeping you in the dark. So, you decided to take matters into your own hands, even if that meant working alone.

When Zayne finally looks up, you keep your explanation brief. You’ve decided not to tell him everything—not the fragmented dreams that haunt you, not the pain you feel when you try to remember too much at once. Instead, you focus on the facts: your investigation into Caleb and Granny’s deaths, the odd medical records tied to your Protocore Syndrome, and those blank spots in your memory from before you became a “case study.”

Zayne finally sets the papers down, his brows knitting together as he studies you. “You’ve been running yourself ragged, haven’t you?”

You shrug, not meeting his gaze. “I’m managing.”

“That’s not really an answer,” he says, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the desk. “You’ve got this look in your eyes, like you’re carrying a ton of weight on your shoulders. Whatever it is, it’s... intense.”

You let out a dry laugh. “That obvious?”

“Pain’s hard to hide,” he says quietly. “Especially when you’re trying so hard to bury it.”

You shift uncomfortably, pulling your jacket tighter around you. “Zayne, I didn’t come here to get a lecture.”

“I’m not lecturing,” he says quickly, his voice softer now. “I’m just... worried. You’ve been through a lot already. Chasing something like this—it could take more from you than it gives back.”

His words hang in the air for a moment, but you shake your head. “I can’t let it go, Zayne. I need to know what happened. To Caleb, to Granny, to me. This isn’t just curiosity...”

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I know. And I’m not saying you shouldn’t. Just... promise me you won’t lose yourself in this. If it gets to be too much, you have to step back. You’re no good to anyone—not even yourself—if you let it destroy you.”

His concern tugs at something inside you, but you push it down. “I’m fine. Really. I’ve got it under control.”

Zayne doesn’t look convinced, but he doesn’t press further. Instead, he pulls out a piece of paper and scribbles something down. “If you’re going to do this, you need someone who knows what they’re doing.” He slides the note across the desk. “Dr. Kiera Vos. She’s not a traditionalist, but she’s one of the best. If anyone can help with memory recovery, it’s her.”

You pick up the paper and glance at the name. “She’s not... sketchy, right?” you ask, half-joking.

He chuckles, but there’s a flicker of hesitation in his eyes. “No, but she doesn’t sugarcoat things. Be prepared for some tough conversations. She’s good at what she does."

You nod, slipping the note into your pocket. “Thanks. I mean it.”

He leans back, his expression softening a bit. “I won’t stand in your way. But if I see this hurting you—really hurting you—I won’t stay silent, okay? I care about you. More than you probably realice.”

Your heart tightens at his words, but you force a small smile. “I’ll be fine, Zayne. I can handle it.”

He watches you for a moment longer, as if debating whether to say more, but finally nods. “Just... be careful. And if you need someone to talk to, you know where to find me.”

This another of my long story idea, but I promise this will have max 3 parts. I prefer to have shorter text on Tumblr, it easier to read then longer thing.