#i had so many pics i couldn't choose

[femininominon]

there should be one or more women with their hands on me right now. yes I am taking volunteers.

[r3starttt]

CEO! ABBY

Ceo! Abby who one day saw you in the office and couldn't stop thinking about you, has she met you before? have you maybe worked more than once with her but she's suddenly realizing you're here?

Or Ceo! Abby who saw you in one of the many fancy places she goes and had to ask for your number to keep in contact with such gorgeous woman!!!!!

Ceo! Abby who whatever scenario she knows you from, had a hard time finding the right way and words to approach to you without looking creepy (as in, don't even look at me I bite) or awkward (as in look at me I have money!)

Ceo! Abby who spoils you ridiculously frequent, for whatever reason. You want something? Just ask!

Ceo! Abby who has the softest spot for you. Who calls you any free time she has just to hear your voice or get some comfort. Who messages you when she gets the chance or she's bored in a meeting just to remind you how much she loves you and how she can't wait for the day to end to just see you and talk and cuddle :(

Ceo! Abby who also, sometimes (a lot) calls you or messages you because she's missing you and your body and your voice and can't help but get ridiculously and humiliatingly wet at the pure thought of you l

Ceo! Abby who sends you pics of her fits in the most delicious angles! Her lap, her hands holding her morning coffee, her hands innocently displayed over her lap. Her braid all messy after a looong day, or her hair loosened if you asked her to do so because yes, this is another way of spoiling her girl.

Ceo! Abby who's all mean and tough with everyone, not allowing any mistake, having assistants for everything and always busy. All that except for you, who gets the special treatment. She's never, ever, busy (only if u ask)

Ceo! Abby who takes you everywhere she goes, pays the most expensive hotels, experiences, all for you and for your hard work of keeping her zen and accompanied even when you don't have to.

Ceo! Abby who has the most gorgeous style ever?!!!?! She always looks so good and smells so good. Not only at work but on her daily life, she's always so pretty!!!

Ceo! Abby who makes sure she isn't the only one looking hot and gorgeous and pretty. Who makes sure you wear the most expensive clothes. Who also knows she has to take advantage of it, buying you clothes she wants to see you wearing whether they are your style or no.

Ceo! Abby who loves having the most rough sex on her desk but is sooo polite and nice at home. She simply can't contain herself and who are you to deny anything she asks!

Ceo! Abby who's definitely wearing a strap under her suits.

Ceo! Abby who loves spreading your lipstick all over your face (her own too duh) your gloss too. And who loves helping you choose the color for your next lipstick precisely because of that

Ceo! Abby who makes sure to leave bruises all over your skin if there's the chance. Who loves you leaving bruises on her because who tf is gonna say anything? they're done if they dare yk?

[devilevlls]

Let’s skip class ৎ⋆˚｡

Gender-Neutral MC༘ ⋆｡˚ - Established relationship with Mammon.

All started in a very specific day. Lucifer wouldn't be in RAD since he had a matter to attend in the human world. It was the perfect opportunity for the couple to skip class.

📌TW: Make out section inside the changing room, slightly NSFW (nothing too spicy, just a little tease) Word count: 1,261

MC was sitting at their desk, a mischievous glint in their eye as they scribbled a note on a small piece of paper.

With a sly smile, they folded the note and stealthily approached Mammon's desk, slipping it into the clutter of papers before retreating to their seat. The demon’s blue eyes widened in surprise as he looked at the unexpected message waiting for him. What is a love letter? 

"What's this?" Mammon muttered to himself, unfolding the note and reading its contents. "Let’s skip class? :D - MC." His heart skipped a beat at the invitation, a mixture of excitement and apprehension swirling within him. 

The human caught his eye from across the room, a playful smirk dancing on their lips as they motioned for him to join them. Swallowing the nerves, Mammon made his way over to the human’s desk, his mind racing with worry about the consequences of skipping class.

"MC, are ya sure about this?" Mammon whispered, glancing nervously around the room to ensure no one was eavesdropping. "What if Lucifer finds out? He's gonna be furious and probably gonna hang me upside down for everyone in RAD to see!"

MC placed a reassuring hand on Mammon's arm, their gaze unwavering. "Don't worry, baby. Lucifer's not even here today, remember? It's the perfect opportunity for us to have a little fun. Don’t you want to check out the new shop that opened?"

Mammon's apprehension began to fade as he considered MC's words. "I guess you're right," he conceded, a hint of excitement creeping into his voice. “But we gotta make sure my other brothers won't tell on us.”

“We see that later, come on ~”

With a shared grin, MC and Mammon slipped out of the classroom, their hearts pounding with anticipation for the adventure that awaited them beyond the school walls.

—*

Excitement pulsed through both of them as they approached the new fashion shop that had opened just that week. The storefront gleamed with promise, its expansive windows showcasing a tantalizing array of chic clothing and accessories.

With eager anticipation, MC darted from rack to rack as the two entered, fingers trailing over fabrics and colors as they selected a collection of stylish pieces. Meanwhile, Mammon prowled the aisles with a newfound enthusiasm, blue eyes alight with the prospect of indulging in some fashionable finds.

As they gathered their selections, the avatar of geed couldn't resist the idea of choosing matching items, all of his brothers would be so envy! With a mischievous grin, he gathered some interesting choices, his mind already racing with the possibilities. “I’m gonna make them so mad, ya bet it!” 

With their arms laden with clothing and accessories, the couple made their way to the changing rooms, eager to see how their chosen ensembles would look. With a shared glance and a shared sense of anticipation, they stepped into the same changing room together, the door closing behind them with a soft click.

“Let’s try these on, maybe post a pic in our devilgram?” MC suggests with a smile, slowly lifting their shirt off.

Mammon’s eyes widened, his cheeks started to burn with embarrassment. It didn’t matter how many times he saw his partner undress, it always made his heart flutter.

“Uh, yeah…” A shy smile graced his lips as he attempted to divert his thoughts elsewhere, anything to distract his body from its instinctive reactions.

Giggles danced between them as they slipped into the stylish garments, each piece transforming their appearance. As they twirled and posed in front of the mirror, capturing the moment with playful snapshots, the air buzzed with laughter and joy. Each photo preserved not just the outfits they wore, but the memories they were creating together. “You should try this one here.” He points to a very chic pair of shoes. As MC turned away to retrieve the item suggested, they felt a sudden warmth envelop them as Mammon's fingers slid around their waist, pulling gently but firmly. A soft gasp escaped MC's lips, their heart skipping a beat at the unexpected intimacy.

With a smile, MC leaned into the touch, savoring the sensation of Mammon's warm skin against their own. “Mammon…” They pretend to scold him, but quickly surrenders as his soft lips traces kissing along their sensitive neck, giving them shivers.

The avatar of greed loved that position, being able to grab them from behind, his clothed stirring erection pressing against the soft curve of their buttocks as he nibbles into their skin. Gosh… It was like magic. That was better than winning any bet.

The sensation was electrifying, sending shivers of pleasure racing down his spine. It was a moment of pure euphoria, a heady blend of desire and affection, the human gasping and pressing themselves into him, showing off how much they wanted to keep going. His human's boldness took Mammon by surprise as their hand reached behind them, boldly grasping his bulge and squeezing it gently.

“MC…” He hisses, pressing himself harder, rubbing his throbbing arousal into their soft hand.

As a low ring emanated from MC's phone, they glanced at the lock screen, their heart sinking at the sight of Lucifer's notification. The message was a terse warning, a reminder of his return and the expectation that everything would be in order upon his arrival. It carried a weight of authority, a threat that couldn't be ignored.

With a sense of urgency, MC's mind raced. “W-We should keep going, we can’t risk being late. This was already a fun escape.” Mammon's body tensed at MC's words, his desire warring with the rational part of his mind that knew they couldn't afford to linger any longer. Though every fiber of his being ached for release, he knew the consequences of indulging in their passion right there and then.

With a low hiss of frustration, he reluctantly loosened his grip on MC, the ache of unfulfilled desire gnawing at him.

"You're right," he murmured, his voice strained with restraint. "We can't risk being late." 

The demon gently turned his human around, capturing their lips in a stolen, heated kiss. As he hugged their hips and pulled them closer, their scents mingled, their warmth blending into one as they shared a fleeting, cherished moment before returning to the House of Lamentation.

—*

As they arrived just in the nick of time, the sound of buzzing filled the air, signaling the arrival of Lucifer's portal. With quick thinking, they reopened the door, feigning nonchalance as if they had been waiting for the avatar of pride all along.

"Welcome home, dear brother," Mammon greeted, his voice strained with tension.

Lucifer's piercing gaze bore into them with suspicion as he entered the room, exuding an aura of authority. "How was your day?" he inquired, his tone measured and observant.

"Oh, just the usual, you know," MC replied with a gentle smile, attempting to maintain an air of normalcy despite the racing of their hearts.

"I see. You two should change," Lucifer remarked, already moving away from them. "I'll order something for us to eat tonight."

As Lucifer walked away, the weight of his suspicion lingered in the air, though for now, he seemed willing to overlook any discrepancies. With a shared glance of relief, the couple knew they had narrowly escaped scrutiny—for now. But they also realized the importance of keeping their absence a secret, relying on the other brothers to cover them up, lest they all face the consequences together. With that in mind, they silently vowed to maintain their secret at all costs.

They took a picture of them wearing funny shaped glasses, and that probably will be Mammon's profile picture for at least three months! (¬‿¬)

Masterlistɞ

[blingblong55]

Worth it- 141 & Laswell

pic credits: @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot (left)and @ave661 (middle)

Based on a request: Wait, wait, first of all hope you're doing well and make sure to drink a glass of water if you haven't already. Cozy? Yeah? Okay, Can I request something (you can choose whether it's a HCor not,etc etc) on how TF141 would react to meeting a teen boy around 15-16, who's like a genius in engineering, mathematics, and physics? Like the boy could legitimately build a rocket if he had the time, help and materials. Maybe the meet him because he got in trouble with the government for unknowingly making a weapon? Maybe he made it for a class assignment and it was stolen without his knowledge? Whatever you think makes sense here. Leaving space for you to enter your own creative thoughts, just the general idea of it. The boy is based on a character of mine from a book I'm writing, his name his Michael, but ofc you can switch that up however you wish. Have fun with this one Ignore if it doesn't sound fun to ya <3 ---- M!Reader, genius!reader, platonic!relationship? ----

A/N: drank enough water, thanks for the reminder <3

Y/N, the name of the unknown internet user that had been chased by many governments and caught by the one and only Task Force 1-4-1.

You created something so dangerous that no one believed Laswell when she told her bosses the age you had when you started all this. You created the one thing most geniuses working for the government didn't know existed outside of the numbers and graphs they had done for it. At first, the FBI had named you un-sub A. Now, they can finally put a name to the unknown face.

How were you caught? Well, it wasn't easy, let's start there. When all this mess began, you were no older than fifteen. You are practically a ticking bomb to the government so when they heard that someone was asking the right questions to chemists around your city, they began to search for you. Laswell at the time was on a small break from work but the journals you had left in your parent's home when you ran away one rainy day.

In the journals, Laswell found all she needed to have a task force assigned to find you. She called it Operation Mikey, the name was just to fill in the void of the one thing she couldn't find, you.

Your parents weren't much help in giving your name, hence why Mikey became a temporary replacement. With them high off any drug and you on the run with the rest of your journals, Price was tasked with finding you and making sure you were secured in their care.

For three months, you ran away. Moving to different cities and continuing your research of the chemical weapon you fabricated in your bedroom, the same one Laswell had locked in a laboratory somewhere in the capital of the country.

In month four, you found an abandoned building in the middle of the desert. That's where your laboratory, if you can call it that, began.

For months after that, you collected data and it wasn't until nine months later that Soap found you trading chemicals with some scientist that you were caught.

Once you were brought in, they had realised so much about you. You were way younger than what their profile had thought of, much more intelligent than they'd think a person your age was and so skilled in engineering, mathematics, and physics.

"Why didn't we find his information sooner," Laswell questions her bosses. "Kid was never even registered by his parents." The man on the phone answers. "How the hell did he even get this kind of education then?" She asks again but you had that answer.

"My parents just bought me books and hired a weird guy from the street to teach me anything," you respond and Price chuckles. "Bullshit, kid. Now tell us, how the hell did you get all of these journals?" He points to the evidence bags. Your research of months now being read by other scientists.

"I am the creator of them, not let me go," you protest against Ghost's grip on you. "No chance," Price barks. "What's your real name?" Laswell asks you. "Y/N," you answer knowing it was either this or get thrown in some federal prison.

"And you created this weapon? do you have any idea how dangerous it is to create something like this? How many people it would take to create a mathematical concept and then make it into a physical form?"

"It's not that hard, lady," you answer with an attitude. Were people this dumb?

It took hours, lots of bribing and one request from Soap and Gaz to give you food for you to open up. What? you are a teenager who needs enough food for growth, of course, you'll talk once they give you food. Talking and having to dumb it down took hours though. After all, how can you explain to hardheaded soldiers about probability theory, and why it mattered so much to your project that it took ten trials and two journals worth of failed work to get?

Laswell was more than impressed, no seriously, she was like a proud mother listening to you explain every page and even give notes in only a way that a teenage boy would to idiotic adults like them. She thought it was so adorable how a boy your age would throw nerdy jokes into the explanations and how she watched you be the only one to laugh at them.

Ghost would often smile when you'd give a snarky comment to Price. Don't get him started on the chuckles he let out when you threw a few old man jokes at Price or made comments on Soap's weird hairstyle. The comments towards Gaz were funny but also adorable how you tried to find more reasons to get him annoyed.

Price thought of his son who was about your age when you'd get excited over your most recent discovery for the weapon you had created. It was nice to know that behind all that matter in your head, you were still a kid. It was even nicer when you'd make the jokes no one understood but secretly, Price's nerdy self understood some jokes.

Gaz saw his younger brother in you, which is why even when you made jokes at his expense, he would let them pass. The way you looked at him when having to explain things was nice in some way but it was way funnier when you called Soap the smart one of all four for being able to understand the way bombs work better than anyone and then have Ghost shake his head and tell you, "that man is just a muppet, don't believe what we tell you about his work."

Soap was fascinated by you for sure. Just like Price, he understood some of the jokes, even the cheesy puns you made about certain elements. He liked you, it was something fresh from the people he usually deals with.

The team, for the past few days, grew to adore the nerdy man you are. Yeah, you teased and even called them out on wrong facts but it was new. It's good to have someone so intelligent and be so honest with them this time. What was funny is that you know so much about many topics few understand but you don't know much about real life outside of the nerdy realm you live in. It's a nice feeling when passing by Laswells office you find a framed picture of the day Ghost and the other men of the team taught you about hunting and even how to play baseball, something you sucked at in the beginning but have gotten better over time.

It's like having four funny, serious, and cool dads and an amazing mum whilst being taken care of at the base the team called home.

A/N: I hope this was somewhat okay and good luck on your book!

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[lycheedr3ams]

Okay. I just had to tell you that the emotionally unavailable König piece stays on my mf*ing mind. I don't know how but you managed to stir a dragon or corrupt me, I don't know, I need therapy I know but I feel so addicted to that drabble. I've read it over and over again.

Like, the little details how he treats you purely professionally when you're not fucking, how he wraps himself with that condom every single time and doesn't even feel bothered, how he chooses solitude (or someone else who knows) over you whenever he wants, how he doesn't seem to even feel much of anything besides the occasional lust?! It's DEVASTATING and I'm frothing at the mouth. I need help haha

Oh and even the pic at the top, that lonely ethereal unseen message "I dream about kissing you often". Wtf dude. Jesus Christ.

Brilliant. I'm just. Out of words. That drabble is art, thank you for sharing ❤️❤️‍🩹❤️ (Also please wish me a speedy recovery)

i think you have just melted my heart❤️❤️❤️

it is a huge compliment for me when people say they reread my fics. this ask has given me inspiration to do a drabble of the situation from könig's perspective.

warning: this may break your heart too...

part 2 of Relapse

part 3

TW: mentions of NSFW below the cut, self-hatred, könig being kinda toxic, brief brief mention of self harm, mentions of canon-typical violence, obsessive!könig, MDNI and just block me atp

the moment könig laid eyes on you, the task force's incredibly skilled - and beautiful - sniper, he hated you. or rather, he hated how much he was obsessed with you. he wasn't stupid; he knew how all the men on base would stare at you, the way they'd talk about you as you walked by, not even realizing how good your ass and hips looked in your uniform cargo pants. but unlike most guys on base, he saw more than just your curves and feminine charm: he saw a soldier who gave her all to get to where she was, a soldier who dedicated her entire being to her profession and was damn good at it.

unlike him, you never so much as moved a muscle when you lay prone with your sniper rifle. you never fumbled while you reloaded or looked around anxiously, fiddling with a knife so your hands never felt empty. you interacted with others with ease, never seeming to second-guess your words or demeanor. you were the best shot on the task force (don't tell ghost, though), you had the best concentration, and you were irreplaceable. sure, könig was irreplaceable too: no one had his aura, his physical prowess, or his intensity that made enemies flee the moment he saw them. but to könig, that didn't matter: you were everything he could never be.

he knew - thought - that he had no chance with you. you were secretly desired by almost every man on base, so why would you choose him? the jittery and intense newest addition who was just a little too tall, who fidgeted a little too much, and whose accent, he thought, was a little too thick to be alluring. but he also just hated you. hated to see a little woman like yourself literally living his dream of being a sniper. he was usually assigned to guard you when you lay prone while sniping on a mission, and when könig was sure you weren't paying attention, he would glare angrily at you, staring daggers into the back of your head. his eyes would lazily take in your body, but not in a lustful way. könig hated how still you could lay, how you could just concentrate simply on what was through your scope rather than what was in your mind.

but könig couldn't deny the part of himself that just simply wanted to take you. despite how much he hated your skill, he couldn't deny your soft curves, your pretty smile, or how you always wore your favorite perfume when off duty. many nights when könig lay alone in his room on base, he would furiously jerk off the thought of you while clenching his teeth in self-hate, absolutely disgusted with himself for desiring the person who was everything he could never be. könig also hated the way he would come so hard to the thought of forcing you on your knees, making you take all of his throbbing cock in your mouth, fucking into your throat roughly, punishing you for being the soldier he could never be. he loved to imagine the tears that would spring in your eyes at the burn of his thick cock stretching your throat. but worst of all, könig hated himself for wanting to ruin such a pretty little thing like you.

that was, until you began talking to him. the first time you approached könig, you said you were curious about his knives. he froze, thankful that his sniper hood hid his almost blushing cheeks and agape mouth. but könig couldn't help the excitement of your question. someone was interested in something he liked? with quiet, jittery movements, he quickly took out one of his favorite knives from a pants pocket and shoved it almost right in your hands, talking about it wildly in german before you looked up at him with a confused smile. he blushed under his hood and began to speak calmly and quietly in english about his favorite knife that you now held in your small, soft hands. even when you handed the knife back to him after learning all about it, the warmth from your skin lingered on its cold hilt. könig's eyes widened slightly when he felt just how warm it was, and he couldn't help but wonder what other parts of your body were just as warm, or even warmer.

könig began to grow more and more at ease the more you approached him. the night that your conversation ended up with you naked on his bed, he truly thought he was living a dream. the way your soft, feminine curves lay on his bed in his room, how you looked like an absolute goddess surrounded by his knives and guns lying around, was mesmerizing to him. his hatred of you be damned, könig needed you. so he took you just like you wanted and craved.

but even though you had willingly spread your soft, wet folds for him, könig could never bring himself to voice his desires for you. so the next time he saw you in the hallway, his eyes widened as he slowly approached your form, unaware that he was behind you. könig tried to open his mouth to say something - anything - but his mouth went dry and his throat tightened. so instead, he decided to gently cup your waist as you walked past, and went right towards his room. you smiled to yourself and followed him. könig was grateful that no words were needed between you two.

but despite how much he loved being able to be so close to you, to touch you, to be inside you, he could never allow himself to get too close. könig would've rather slit his own wrist than kiss your glossy, warm lips. you were a succubus, he was convinced. if his lips touched yours, he would have been yours forever. and that was something he could not have, no, not with how his hatred for you still lingered in the back of his mind. but the way you'd look sad about his lips never touching yours would make his heart twitch, just a little. some nights könig was so desperate to feel your skin on his tongue that he would gently lick your neck or your breasts, just to get a taste. but könig was used to living without the things he wanted.

there were many nights when könig was too deep within his darkness to reach out to you. he couldn't bring you down into his self-loathing spiral, or show you his weaknesses. on the nights he walked by you without even acknowledging your existence, he simply couldn't bring himself to look at you. if he did, he knew he would budge instantly and gently touch your waist once again so he could take solace in your warm, soft walls. but no, he would rather drown himself in the abyss of his heart than bring you down with him. you had things to live for: friends, family, incredible skill. but könig only had his guns, knives, and a large hand to wrap around his aching length. he never slept with another woman on base. but you were not to know that.

even more so, könig took to the box of condoms like a lifeline. if he kissed you, you'd have his soul. but if he allowed his cock to be fully surrounded by your warm, wet walls? no, no. you would've tied him to you for eternity. that was something that könig could not have, no matter how much he wanted it. he always made sure that condom was on perfectly, making sure that not a single inch of the skin of his cock ever completely touched your walls. even when he would tease the tip of his cock on your clit, there was a layer of thin plastic separating you. (he just loved the way you would gasp and blush when he did that). könig would never allow himself to truly take absolute pleasure in you, no matter how badly he just wanted to fill your womb entirely with him when your legs were pried open perfectly against his broad shoulders, with his sweaty forehead pressing into the mattress.

but as your relationship - if it could be called that - went on, könig realized that he never hated you. he only hated himself for never being able to be the person he wanted to be. you were everything, and he was nothing. you were caring, friendly, warm. but he saw himself as distant, cold, and aloof. sunshine could never reach the deepest, darkest caves under the earth, he thought. what could könig even say to you now, after you two had been with each other time and time again? what could he possibly say to the woman who unknowingly ripped apart old wounds he thought he had stitched? what could he say to the woman who achieved everything he could not? what could he say to the only woman who had ever shown him kindness, the only woman to have ever let him touch her, hold her, fuck her? so, könig opted to only ever say things to you that were necessary to work with you. he could never treat you poorly, not after the way you unknowingly healed the very wounds you created for him, not after the way you welcomed him into your body like he was an extension of yourself.

it was easier for könig to pretend that you weren't somewhat emotionally dependent on him. he could never pluck the flower whose roots were shallow. he was a monster enough as it is, but to just trample and rip up an innocent and beautiful thing? even he couldn't bring himself to do that. so, könig tried to water you in the only way he knew how, but he guarded his life-giving waters from your fertile womb, and only ever teased you with the nutrients you needed. it was enough to make you come back for more whenever he asked for it, but he couldn't allow himself to take advantage of you, too much. könig wanted to see you grow and blossom, not to be the one to dry you out and wither you.

so könig chose to edge you with his affection whenever he chose, and hoped that you would understand. he hoped that you wouldn't grow tired of the balm he offered you on the nights that he was able to crawl out of himself; the balm that was covered in blood and semen and tears.

[l0standn0tf0und]

(I'll be honest, I don't really remember what the book says about this. And it’s also important to note that canon and fanon got mixed up in my head so much, so I can`t separate them)

But!

Just hear me out! Ok? It could be painful but anyway

Think about how Sirius came to Grimmauld Place for the first time since Azkaban. Firstly, he didn’t just come there after 12 years in prison. He came there for the first time since he was 16! But that's not the point.

The portrait of Walburga! I'm sure Sirius spoke to her!

Walburga couldn't just remain silent when she saw Sirius. She screamed at him, how he dared to come there, tried to kick him out of the Grimmauld. So Sirius immediately ordered Kreacher to cover the portrait. He tried to remove her from the wall… many and many times, but it was unsuccessful. So he had to accept that his mother would continue to grumble from under the cloth. Every time Sirius passed by, she continued to mutter, sometimes scream, and insult her own son. She called him a disgrace to the family, a blood traitor and said that he was not her son, not Black, and had no right to be here, she wished him death a lot of times. Walburga wanted to get him, to hurt him, and Sirius knew it. He knew he should ignore her. He tried, tried very hard to ignore insults from the woman who gave him life. It happened that several times he stopped in front of the covered portrait, but after a second, he gathered his strength and kept walking. But at one particular moment, something broke inside of Sirius. He furiously pulled the cloth off the portrait.

Just think about that conversation, if you can call it a conversation, that happened next.

Please, I'm begging, someone write extremely angsty and heartbreaking fanfic about it.

And also a few things that, in my opinion, happened then:

No matter how emotionally Walburga had screamed before, but the moment Sirius tore off the cloth, shouting “enough!” his mother sat there calmly with the coldest expression on her face, and the first thing she said was: “I’m not surprised that you betrayed Potters. You've been a wimp since childhood". And it was the moment they both new it, she got him, it was the point of no return.

It also seems to me that Walburga would blame Sirius for the death of his brother. Not because she thought so. Because she was hurt by the loss of Regulus, and she wanted to hurt Sirius the same way.

When Remus entered the Grimmauld Place that day, the first thing he heard was Walburga`s grating voice, resonating through the house in insults. She kept exclaiming all those awful things about family betrayal, Regulus`s death, and Potters, she even mentioned Remus. The next thing he found was Sirius on the floor in the very corner of the room, in complete darkness, because Sirius got used to this after 12 years. To the darkness and cold floor. Sirius sat there looking as miserable as never before. He was hugging his knees and rocking back and forth paranoidly. His eyes were red, tears were streaming down his cheeks, and all Sirius could say was a quiet and repeated "enough" mixed with sobs.

And also think if there was a portrait of Regulus in the house and if Sirius ever spoke to him.

this pics was created by Ai. I couldn't choose which one is better, that's it

[shimkongzlove]

Ryouhei x reader

A/N - loved windbreaker but I couldn't find many fics related to it so I decided to write one on my own . It is terribly written with a bunch of spelling mistakes and a basic plot. Read at your own risk ❌️❌️

Warning- mention of blood , violence , a bit of angst , sexual themes ( ig that's it )

You were working as an intern in the xyz hospital ( choose any name u like ) for your winter break . U loved working there , the staff was sweet and u received a good pay . But there were a lot of things which dint particularly suit your liking ,first and foremost it was situated in a rather shady area , the patients who came there during ur night shift were let's just say interesting .

Night shifts were something that u did not enjoy even hated to a certain level . They were tiring, boring and deprived you off of sleep . Yet what was important had to be done

4:30 am

A cold gush of winds welcomed u as u exited the hospital . The walk home was rather quite until u heard grunting from a nearby alley . Normally u would have ignored it but today u were feeling rather curious

U peeked into the alley way only to find a man surrounded by blood , lying on the cold floor . U stood there Debating whether to help the man or not and atlast ur heart won over ur mind .

U made your way to him cursing yourself for even stopping in the first place . Kneeling down next to him u observed his features . He was handsome no he was hot as fuck , the scar running down his face Made it 100 times better maybe it wasn't that bad of a decision to stop

While u were in your little dream land the man in question had regained his consciousness, his instinct led his hand to your wrist breaking u away from your thoughts .

The panic started to set in 'fuck he's awake man I hate my self for this ' , " who are you " said the stranger in question not letting go of your wrist which was starting to hurt " you're hurting me let go , please " ur plee fell on deff ears " I'm a doctor ur bleeding profusely if we don't sto-" ur words were cut short by the man pulling u closer "I asked who the fuck are you " he asked once again ignoring ur words . His deep voice sent shivers down ur body , ur face was just inches away frm his " si-sir I'm y/n , I can help you , your wounds look deep we have to stop the bleeding "

"I'm fine " he said letting go of your wrist " don't need help frm a complete stranger " "sir pls these wounds look serious I promise I mean no harm " as much as u hated the man's attitude u were still a doctor by profession it was your duty to help those in need

"My house is just 5 minutes away from here I can help stop ur bleeding and then we can both go our separate ways forgetting this ever happened deal " before he could argue his body gave up and he fell right into your arms

'Fuck he's heavy ' u somehow managed to drag him to your apartment . U laid his body down on your bed and started collecting all the medical supplys needed for the treatment .

Ryouhei's pov - 'man does my head hurt ' regaing back his consciousness he started to realize that he was not in an alley fighting people but rather he was lying on a bed one that was not his , his vision was still quite blurry from the hit he had taken , realizing he could not do much in his state he layed there accepting his faith

"Oh, ur awake I was just collecting the medical supplies needed for your treatment " "where am i" he said once again ignoring u " ur at my house, I promised I won't harm u so rest assured" u said walking closer to him " I dint quite catch ur name " " ryouhei " he said In an uninterested tone " well ryouhei-san you'll need to take of your um... clothes for me to help you..." u said as blood creeped up to your cheeks

He adhered to your request without any further question . He had a well toned body with a few cuts and scratches here and there . U caught urself staring a little more then needed, face as red as a tomato "take a pic it'll last longer " were the words that broke ur train of thoughts u felt an ache between ur legs ' this is so unprofessional, but man he's so hot ' "so-sorry, ehh anyways I'll start your treatment it's gonna sting a little so try not to move that much k?"

Sitting next to him on your bed u started your treatment , u felt him shiver under your touch "why are u doing this " he asked " I'm a doctor, it's my duty to help those in need " ur words sounded sincere to him " I'm a bad guy ukw that right " " I'm just here for the intern ship , i dont know the dirty business that goes around here " u said eyes still on his wounds , somehow u dint feel scared by his declaration , his hands went to your waist pulling ur body even more closer to his , stopping ur movements " everyone here knows who I am , many are scared to even approach I could do anything to you and ppl won't even bat an eye "

"U could have harmed me the moment you woke up yet here we are , so ik u won't do anything to me , atleast that's what I'd like to believe " " tch, ur way too confident " u decided not to reply , the time after that passed by silently

After about 15 or 20 minutes u were done putting bandages on his chest, arms and shoulders there were still a few cuts and scratches on his back so u asked him to turn around . He was now laying on his back

The spots were hard to treat because of the position u both were In , the only best possible way for u to reach them was to sit on his back "ryouhei-san ...the wounds on your back are kind of hard to reach so I'll need to change my position to treat them " " do whatever u want"

So u did what u had to , your theigs were now on either side of his body ( u were wearing shorts) touching his bare back.

Ryouheis pov

He was going crazy , the feeling of your theigs deff caused him to get a hard on not only that ,since the moment he met u . He was doomed. U were so pretty ,ur skin shining in the moon light, ur sweet voice, ur scent everything about u was intoxicating he couldn't take it much longer

He turned around causing u to yelp and hold on to his shoulders for support u were now basically straddling him " ur driving me nuts " "what did I d-" before u could finish , u felt smth poking ur inner thigh "oh" " yea feel that , that's what u did , you gotta help me now babe "

The end

( this is sooo poorly written 👎 but I had to to justice to my man ryouhei , there are barely any fics about him 😭😭 lemme know if yall want a pt2 )

( ps- this is the first fic iv ever written so please go easy on me and I hope yall enjoyed it)

[inevitably-johnlocked]

JL Fic Req: Sherlock is the Side Piece

@13monkton asked: Hello! Another request from me. I'm looking for a fic where John and Mary are together but John and Sherlock end up kissing. John stops them and says he wants to break it off with Mary before they go any further. Now, there are a few pics with this premise but in the one I'm specifically looking for John comes back and says he hasn't broken up with Mary, he's just going to keep Sherlock as his piece on the side. Sherlock is heartbroken. I couldn't read any more because I was so angry at John but now I want to know what happened! Any ideas? I'd actually be interested in any fics with the premise of "going back to Mary to break it off first" for a collection I'm making.

Hi Lovely!!

I unfortunately don't know which fic this one is, and none that are explicitly that? I think the closest I have are on either my Evil / Not-Nice / Villain Mary or my Jealous Mary fic lists.

I'd welcome any fics if anyone has them, as well as the fic you're looking for!

Anyone able to help us out?

EDIT: OMG I completely forgot I also had this list: John Chooses Sherlock Over Mary. That might have fics you'd prefer. Problem with making so many lists is that you often forget you made them LOL.

[albertasunrise]

Seeing Things - Oops Baby

Masterlist

Summary: Being best friends with Frankie meant movie nights, drinks with the guys and a shoulder to cry on when you got your hear broken. He is head over heels for you but you don’t feel the same… yet a drunken mistake will tie your lives together forever!

Relationships: Frankie Morales x Reader

Warnings: Like AO3 I choose to give none. Read at own risk. 18+ (So... I am trying to update my other pics but the reaction I getting from this ones really giving me the motivation to continue it... so thank you and I hope you enjoy this update! ♥️ It's not a super long one but everything gonna become clear I promise!)

Series Masterlist - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

In the weeks that followed, the sightings of you only increased. You seemed to be everywhere he looked, asking him the same thing over and over again. 

Come back to me

He wished he knew what you wanted. Surely you didn't want him to leave little Esme? You would never have wanted him to hurt himself so why did you ask him to go back to him? You were dead!

"I brought you your favourites." He stated plainly as he pulled out the old bouquet of flowers Ben had brought you the week before. He poured out the stagnant water and replenished it with some from the bottle of water he'd stashed in his pack. Then, just as you had shown him on one of the many evenings you'd spent together, he arranged them carefully, sure to make sure they were just how you would have liked them. 

"I'm sorry I haven't visited sooner." He said as he got to his feet and rubbed the back of his neck nervously "Things have been busy with the baby and work... Don't want to bore you with the details but ya know... It's been hard." He let out a long sigh as he scraped his hand over his face to wipe away the traitorous tears that tracked down his cheeks "Esme's getting so big so fast." He continued "You should see her Titch, the spitting image of you! With the addition of my hair and eyes." He chuckled. 

His eyes traced over the words carved into your headstone. 

The words Here Lies carved in an elegant font followed by your first name and last name, 'Titch' at the end by request of Ben

Friend and Mother 

Forever loved

Never forgotten

Ben had selected the words. Frankie hadn't been able to bring himself to do it so the younger Miller had stepped up. Taking the 'anything I can do to help' statement he'd made to Fish when you'd died so literally. 

"Seeing you everywhere is killing me Titch." Frankie said after a short pause "Is this what you meant? Come to me, did you mean this? Because I am wracking my brains baby, trying to understand what it is you want from me." He sobbed "The guys all think I'm losing the plot but I know you're there. Just out of eyeshot or something and I know you're trying to tell me something so please... help me understand Titch." 

He paused, his eyes locked on the headstone as he let out a shaky breath before pleading one last time. 

"Please..." 

"Frankie." Your voice made him just and his head shot up, scanning the surroundings for you. 

"Frankie please..." You pleaded "Please don't leave me." 

No matter where he looked he couldn't see you. But he could hear you like you were right beside him. 

"What do you mean?" He begged, tears openly spilling down his cheeks "I'm here Titch... Baby I'm here!" 

"Please don't leave me, Frankie." You repeat, your tone breaking his heart as he desperately looked for you among the headstones "I can't do this without you." 

This statement let Frank's brows draw together. What did you mean by that? He was the one who'd been left behind. Your pleads disappeared like smoke on the wind and Frankie was left with the sound of his own breathing and the rattling of branches. He pressed his palms firmly against his eyes as he tried to slow his breathing, his pounding heart hammering against his ribs. 

"I can't do this." He whispered to no one in particular, allowing the dam to break "Fuck I can't... I can't cope with this." 

You didn't say anything else and Frankie audibly groaned before pushing himself to his feet. He didn't understand why you were doing this. Torturing him. He wasn't sure how much more of this he could take. 

...

"Well, ain't that better Lil' Titch?" Ben said as he finished fastening her babygrow "Uncle Ben's not so bad at this huh?" 

Esme smiled in reply, her legs kicking and arms waving in visible excitement before he scooped her into his arms and planted a big kiss on her cheek. She settled quickly on his shoulder and he smiled as she let out a little sigh and closed her eyes, falling asleep almost instantly. 

"Shit Titch... I wish you could see how perfect she is." He whispered as he placed a kiss on the infant's brow.

"Hands off... she's mine." Frank teased as he walked into the lounge, grinning as his best friend cuddled his daughter so closely.

"You gotta share the baby Fish!." Ben chuckled as he gently gingerly sat on the couch. 

“Yeah, yeah...” Frank grumbled as he waved off his friend, traipsing to the kitchen to fetch a beer. 

“How’d it go?” Ben asked when the older man reappeared, giving him a sympathetic smile as he watched him sit on the armchair across from him. 

“How’d what go?”

“Seeing Titch!” 

“Was fine.” Frankie shrugged, fooling no one once again. 

“There’s something you’re not telling me.” Ben pushed and Frankie groaned. 

“Ben…”

“You gotta talk about this shit man!” Ben pushed, pleading with his eyes for his friend to just open up to him. 

“You won’t believe me!” 

“Why would you-“

“I heard Titch again.” Frank snapped, keeping his voice low so he didn’t wake his baby. 

“What do you mean you heard her?” 

“I keep hearing her talking to me. Sometimes I see her and she always says the same thing!”

“Which is?” 

"To go back to her." Frank replied, scraping a shaky hand over his face. 

"Go back to her?"

"Yes, Ben!" He snarled "And today she was begging me not to leave her!" He choked "But she left me Ben!... I loved her and she left me all alone..." He trailed off as he broke down into tears, head in his hands. 

Ben got up and placed Esme in her Moses basket with practised ease before sitting on the arm of the chair Frank was sitting in and pulling him close. 

"I can't do this..." He sobbed and Ben sighed "I don't know what she wants from me." 

"Fish... this is just your brain's way of holding onto her." Ben sighed "We all deal with grief in different ways... Shit, I keep listening to the last voicemail she left me over and over again just so I don't forget her voice!" 

"No!" Frank all but shrieked "That's not what this is Ben! It's her I know it is!" 

"You can't seriously believe Titch is haunting you, man!" Ben sighed as he stood up to check on Esme as she started to fuss. 

"I don't know how else to explain it, Ben!" He growled "I keep seeing her everywhere and she keeps repeating the same thing over and over!" 

"Fish-" 

"But then today she said something different." Frankie interrupted " She begged me not to leave her... Told me she couldn't do this without me..." He trailed off whilst nervously pacing his lounge "What does that even mean? She can't do this without me... She can't be dead without me? Doesn't make any fucking sense!" 

"Fish... Man, you need to calm down!" Ben pleaded, noting how breathless the pilot has suddenly become "This won't be doing your heart any good man!" 

"My heart's fine!" The older man grumbled.

"You say that but this can't be good for you!" Ben warned "Just take a breath man... I believe you, okay! I believe you saw her." 

"You're just saying that." Fish scoffed, rolling his eyes when Ben frantically shook his head. 

"I'm really not okay!" The younger man pleaded "Just... Just please." 

Frankie sighed as he ran a shaky hand through his mussed hair. His eyes then drifted to Esme who was staring over at him with her large, teary eyes. His heart ached and he was quick to scoop her up into his arms and lay a soothing kiss on the crown of her head. 

"I'm sorry baby girl." He whispered as he bounced her gently in his arms "I just miss your mummy so much." 

"We all do brother." Ben said as he placed a comforting hand on Frankie's back "I'm not trying to say that I even remotely understand the pain you're feeling brother but know that I miss her so much it hurts... And that I am here! Whatever you need..." 

Frankie nodded, giving his friend a weak smile before resting his cheek on the top of Esme's head. 

"I know Ben." He said softly "Thanks." 

"Any time." Ben replied, giving his friend a friendly wink before grabbing his stuff to leave "See you tomorrow for dinner yeah?" 

"Sure." The pilot replied softly "See you then." 

...

"Why the fuck did you pick a restaurant that didn't have a parking lot asshole!" Ben grumbled as he pushed Esme's pram along the pavement, the steep hill making it a little harder. 

"It had good reviews okay!" Will grumbled, "It's not that bad!" 

"You're not the one pushing a pram up a 90-degree hill!" Ben grumbled, pulling a smirk from Frankie. 

"You offered brother!" Frank pointed out, sniggering at the groan that he received in reply "I can take her if you're struggling."

"I am not struggling!" Ben argued and Fish threw his hands up in surrender.

"We're nearly there!" Will piped up "Just across the street."

The three of them reached the crossing, breathing a small sigh of relief when the restaurant came into view. Will crossed first with Ben following closely behind him. Something had distracted Frankie, leading him to step out a few steps behind his friends but your voice calling his name stopped him in his tracks and he looked to his left, your figure illuminated by a bright white light. 

"Come back to me." You pleaded as you always did and Frankie froze. Tears sprouted as he looked at you smiling back at him as you held your hand out to him "Come back to me." 

You disappeared as quickly as you appeared, a horn sounding before Ben screamed his name. Then suddenly he was flying for a brief moment before his body connected with something solid and he rolled over it before hitting the ground with a sickening crunch. 

"FISH!!" Ben screamed as he ran to the pilot's side, hands shaking as he took in his friend's condition "Fish stay with me." He choked as he saw how bent and broken the older man looked.

Frankie winced as he turned his head, noting how Will was standing with the pram as he frantically spoke to who he assumed was the emergency service on his phone. He also noted that the driver who had hit him was nowhere to be seen. 

Hit and run. 

"Ben." He coughed after he spoke, blood filling his throat at an alarming rate. 

"Shhhh." He hushed the man and stroked his hair, desperately trying to keep himself together "Just keep breathing for my Fishsticks!" He pleaded 'Please don't leave me..."

His last statement blended into yours. He could hear you again, pleading not to leave you and he only felt more confused. He was dying... it was clear that he was so surely he was going back to you. 

Surely you should be happy?

"Please, Frankie... Please don't leave me." 

You pleaded... your voice shaky. 

"I'm coming Titch." He whispered. His eyes fell shut as darkness took him. 

"What's happening?" You sobbed as hands moved you from the room.

"He's crashing!" Stated someone in the room and you shook your head as you were pushed into the hallway, still able to see everything through the glass walls of Frankie's room. 

"Please, Frankie... Please don't leave me." You sobbed "Please..." 

Another set of hands pulled you away but not before you witnessed them shock the man you loved, desperately trying to restart the heart that was supposed to save him. You were placed in a room where you had spent more time than you cared to remember in the past month and a half. Hours sat waiting for news on whether Frankie was going to pull through. 

He'd gotten the heart he so desperately needed yet for close to two months he'd been in a coma, fighting battle after battle. This was just the latest in a long list of complications he'd suffered. 

Kidney Failure... Infection... His body had even rejected the donor heart but that was something they had managed to detect early. It seemed his body just refused to get better, even if his mind wasn't willing to let go. 

"What's happening?" Asked Ben as he stepped into the room after being directed here by a nurse, his brows tightly drawn in concern. 

"He crashed." You sobbed as you threw your head into your hands.

"What?... What caused it?" 

"I don't know." You replied, shaking your head "They dragged me in here as they tried to bring him back... I haven't heard anything yet." 

Ben nodded solemnly as he sat down beside you, handing you Esme when you held your arms out to receive her. You needed to hold your baby. 

"Why won't he get better Ben?" You sobbed as your eyes locked with his.

"He's really poorly." He replied softly "He needs time to get better." 

"But that's just it... He's not getting better!" 

"He will, Titch." Ben assured you and you sighed. 

"How do you know that?" 

"Because he's got something to fight for." He stated plainly. 

The two of you then sat in that room for what felt like hours, glad of Esme to keep you somewhat distracted from what the outcome of this latest setback might be. The doctor appeared sometime later. His expression was difficult to read. 

"How is he Doc?" Ben asked, holding your free hand tightly in his. 

"We managed to bring him back." The doctor announced, "He's weak and we have had to up his anti-rejection meds." 

"He's rejecting the heart again?" 

"He never technically stopped." The doctor stated "We have been able to keep it under control with medication. He seems to be responding well though and we're hopeful." 

You both breathed a simultaneous sigh of relief, glad that finally, something was going right. 

"There's something else though." The doctor stated and both you and Ben shared a grim glance before looking at the doctor again. 

"What is it?" You asked, your voice shaking slightly. 

"He's awake." 

Next

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[sgiandubh]

Hi sgiandubh!

I remember you had an anon a few weeks back worried about Sam and Cait interactions vs his and Eleanor’s. You already made an excellent post and response about it, but I thought given the adorable photo Sam posted of he and Cait today, you could do a comparison that to a photo he’s posted of him and Eleanor. I think he posted some before the BAFTA screening.

The differences are obvious. The photo of him and Cait shows the closeness (or an intimacy as some might call it) they share and clearly shouts “we are more than just co-stars” vs a photo of he and Eleanor which shows platonic friends.

Have a wonderful day!

Dear Obvious Anon,

I suppose you mean this particular pic with Eleanor...

... and this newly released selfie with C, to celebrate the end of the SAG-AFTRA strike predicament:

Both of these pics are BTS material. Both with the female co-star he is supposed to be playing a (very) steamy relationship with.

Then why on Earth are they so different?

The first pic spells surprise, camaraderie and fun on set. I would bet money he unexpectedly grabbed Tomlinson in a big brother bearhug seconds before that pic was taken. She is surprised and amused and also totally disengaged - she is not leaning in, her gaze is cheeky, but steady. Knees/legs do not touch and that jacket (or whatever it is) is a spontaneous blocking element, much like C's bag on the premiere night, in the pic I analyzed not weeks ago, but barely one week ago, btw ;). Even without knowing anything about these two people (Tomlinson being married and S, well....), it is absolutely clear they are friends/co-workers who really have a good time together.

Cue in to second pic. A very good friend of mine noticed something very endearing: 'he is smiling with all his body' and so does (usually) ironic she. She is totally, confidently leaning in: how many (thousands of) times did they already do it, until it became second nature, I wonder. And hello, where exactly is your right arm, C ? Don't tell me it's just another 'claim the guy' pose we've already seen, because you know, all the dimwits across the street will immediately start accusing us of writing fanfic, again. So well, These Two are co-stars and co-workers with many secrets and a handful of (gauze-thin) lies to share between them.

He could have chosen a 'family pic', with SS and RR and God knows who else - JAMMF the Season 7 Patriarch. After all, he chose a group pic to promote TCND in the same post, didn't he? Nope. He chose her. He will always choose her.

Also, I couldn't help but notice that he just posted a pic of himself, as Groin the Hobbit (or whatever the pun was, I did not watch) for MIK 2. No McTavish? Ahem. Funny, that.

I hope that decently answers your very interesting question, Anon. Feel free to drop by whenever you want and thank you for your time!

[chwedout]

chwedout has finally reached 1k followers! thank you to everyone who decided to press the follow button, from those who followed me way back in the spiderstingle days to those who only followed me recently, i really appreciate it! to celebrate this milestone, i've decided to do a few things.

first of all, i've finally started a tracking tag — #chwedoutbox. you can find more about it in this post. i can't wait for you all to use it so i can see and share all the cool things you create.

secondly, i've decided to open up my ask box to requests! all you need to do is choose one of the following prompts and send a request through my ask box.

seventeen member + music video (e.g. vernon in rock with you)

seventeen member + going seventeen episode (e.g. mingyu in svt's kitchen for two)

this or that (e.g. left & right era wonwoo or 24h era wonwoo/ long haired jeonghan or short haired jeonghan)

there's no limit to how many requests you can send, go wild if you want to. i just ask that you be patient with me as sometimes i do like to go outside to breathe in fresh air and touch some grass. sending requests on anon is okay too! however, i won't be able to tag you when i do eventually post your request.

now i just want to say a massive thank you to all of my mutuals! being sappy lowkey makes me cringe but i couldn't have reached this milestone without any of you. to my og mutuals (i won't tag you dw) who were here way before i turned into a kpop blog, to my newest mutuals who i probably haven't spoken to, thank you! i hope you all know how much i appreciate you and that you all mean so much to me ♡

first of all my ride or dies- the hhu wives- sarah @vertiny, bec @storyoflight, and alex (idk if you deactivated </3) i literally would not be here without all of you. we've been through so much together and i just want to say that i love all of you so so much! let's all hope that we can one day go to that svt concert together.

j @vcrnons - my dolly in crime and my first ever caratual on tumblr! if i remember correctly, you followed me way back when i hadn't fully committed to being an svt blog yet. thank you so much for being so kind and supportive to me when i first started. i mean it when i say i don't think i'd be here if we didn't become mutuals since your work always inspired me to start creating myself.

ophelia @lee-sanghyeok - another one of my fave vernon stans! thank you for always being a joy to see on the dash! you're so incredibly sweet and i know i can always count on you to send me vernon content when i ask for it.

kashi @jeonsupershy - one of my fave wonwoo stans fr! seeing all of your wonwoo gifs always puts a smile on my face. every time he does something i just know that i'm going to be reblogging one of your stunning gifs later in the day. thank you for always being such an awesome presence on the dash. i'm so grateful to be mutuals with you!

max @scouped - you are so incredibly talented and i really hope you know that! i'm always in awe whenever i see one of your creations on my dash. you definitely inspire me to push the boundaries of my creativity when it comes to making content. i do miss your presence on tumblr but i'm always happy when i see you on the dash from time to time.

tiff @uservernon - my beloved dolly moot! thank you for always being so sweet. you always bring such a fun and bright presence to caratblr and i love seeing you on the dash or in my notifs especially when you're screaming about vernon. the url is still a powermove in my opinion!

maddie @jeonwon-wonwoo - you are genuinely one of the kindest and friendliest people i've met on tumblr. i've had so much fun talking to you about the most random things. i'll never forget our chats about the walking dead and teen wolf. i hope you're doing well!

yena @fairyhaos - my fave joshua stan! i hope you know that every time i see the couch shua pic i think of you lmao. i always love seeing you lose your mind over shua and you never fail to make me laugh with all the tags you leave on posts. thank you for bringing such a positive energy to caratblr! i'm so glad to have you as a mutual.

zaynab @galatariel - another one of my insanely talented mutuals! your gifs are always so gorgeous and always inspire me to go out of my comfort zone and create something new. i always enjoy seeing you make content for the things you love. thank you for being so kind and helpful.

nuri @jjunhui - again, another mutual who is extremely talented! everything you make is just stunning and your svt as text posts gifsets never fail to make me laugh. thank you for being so supportive and kind. i am so grateful to have you as a mutual.

nana @kyeomies - so glad to see that you're back! i've always enjoyed seeing your pretty gifs on my dash and can't wait to see more of your content. i hope you're doing well!

yo @redrcbin - literally one of my most beloved mutuals! i'm still not 100% sure when we became mutuals but i think it's pretty funny if it was because of the c-word game. i always love seeing you on the dash and in my notifs, especially when i see you losing your mind over wonwoo or mingyu. i'm so happy i get to call you a friend.

and to all the mutuals that i haven't talked to or interacted with that much - @jeongtokkie, @kimsmingyu, @wonboos, @leedonghun, and @soonhoonsol - thank you so much for being awesome! i really hope we do get to talk more in the future.

now i'm going to kick myself because tumblr won't let me tag anymore people and i'm pretty sure i've missed out on so many beloved mutuals of mine. i'm extremely sorry if i did, but please know that i appreciate every single one of you so much!

[jokeringcutio]

Stepbrother! Stu Macher x (f) Reader "Hallway meeting" (Mature, no smut)

Summary: The first time Reader and Stu bump into each other while going to bed.

Yes, that is an actual Matthew Lillard pic @likoplays kindly shared when I asked what Stu would wear

AN: These drabbles are in no particular order and not necessarily related. But they are all Stepbrother!StuMacher x !Stepsister Reader Universe. For those of you who are keeping track of the Stepbrother!Stu Macher fics: These are standalone fics, although some of the fics with Stu can be seen as linked to other drabbles. I'll leave it up to you to choose your own path with these drabbles and fics. 💜

Rating: Mature due to implications and getting hot and bothered, warning for language use by Stu.

First Time Bumping into Stu on your way to bed

You had just finished brushing your teeth, the minty freshness still tingling on your tongue as you reached for the doorknob. The bathroom light cast a soft glow against the tiles, making the white porcelain of the sink gleam. You turned, ready to escape into the dim hallway, as quick as a mouse and as sneaky as a shadow, when suddenly, there he was.

"Shit, sis," Stu muttered, almost colliding with you in his haste.

"Sorry," you breathed out, heart thudding irregularly. His presence was too close, too sudden. He stood there in nothing but his briefs, the fabric clinging to him in places your eyes shamelessly traced, hiding nothing. You were caught in a moment of forbidden appraisal, his physique unexpectedly striking- muscles subtly defined and skin a warm tone even in the half-light.

"Didn't expect anyone would still be up," Stu's voice cut through your thoughts, laced with something that bordered on amusement. And there was that killer smile of his again.

You swallowed hard as you managed to finally tear your eyes away from all that Stu was sporting. You felt the flush on your cheeks burn hotter.

"I- I usually go to bed earlier," you managed to say, tugging self-consciously at the hem of your baggy pajama top.

Although you had lived here for several weeks now, you still didn’t dare to wear very revealing clothes, leaving you to sleep in the baggiest but ever-so-comfy pajamas that you owned. And in Stu’s presence, you felt heavily overdressed. Would he find you silly or childish to be sleeping in this type of pajamas? Would he tease you with it later on?

"Looks like we're on a collision course tonight, then," he quipped, his smile sharp and knowing. His gaze lingered just a second too long, flirty intentions clear as day.

"Collision avoided," you replied quickly, sidestepping to give him room.

But even as you moved away, you couldn't shake the awareness of his body so near yours, your breath mingling in the narrow space between you.

“Narrowly,” Stu said, the grin audible in his voice. His chest hovered incredibly close to your face, his nipples just in sight. How did a girl concentrate when that view was in her line of sight?

Get a grip, you scolded yourself mentally. This was your stepbrother. He was just teasing you. Whatever he said didn’t mean a thing.

He was probably practicing his skills for Casey. Or any of the other many girls he had lined up to be his girlfriend. You sometimes wondered if Stu meant it when he made flirty comments to you, or if this was the only way he had ever interacted with girls before.

But this was the first time you had run into Stu while on your way to bed, and wasn’t it something? Your mind quickly ran away from you, thinking forbidden thoughts, while you had to force your eyes to keep focused on his face rather than drift lower to admire his physique.

"Careful, or you might start looking forward to these little run-ins." His grin widened, the words heavy with suggestion as he leaned slightly towards you.

"Goodnight, Stu," you said, fumbling for detachment, for some semblance of normalcy as you retreated.

"I’ll be here each night, usually between one and three A.M.,” he called after you, voice jocular.

Then, a sudden shift as a whisper followed.

“Sweet dreams, sis," his voice now low and smooth, sending shivers down your spine.

That hadn’t just happened, had it?

In the safety of your own room, you stood motionless for a long time, replaying the encounter over and over in your head. You were confused by the unfamiliar yearning that had taken a chokehold on you. Your body felt hot, your cheeks were flustered.

You liked what you saw, more than you should have. And it was terrifying.

"You can’t do this," you whispered to the darkened room, trying to dismiss the heat that Stu's proximity had ignited. “You can’t fall in love with your own stepbrother.”

But deep down, you knew sleep would not come easy tonight, haunted by the dangerous dance of what-if scenarios playing out in your mind. Stu had gotten you hot and bothered.

Again.

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04| Just like old times

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—Now playing: Girls Just Want To Have Fun by Cyndi Lauper✫

"Oh, my lord! I don't know what to wear Daphne!"

"Shit! Don't scream into the phone now" she guffawed.

Six in the morning and Cleo was already screaming out of frustration. They spent the past week hanging out and catching up on anything and everything without worrying about what the future awaits. Daphne was also frustrated but had other ways to show it—not by screaming on the phone.

"Girl at least you're only bothered about your outfit. I'm the one they'll be staring at," Daphne lamented, phone between her ear and shoulder as she opened the shirt in her hands to see if it was it. It wasn't. "Oh please. They'd be staring because you're the prettiest human out there that isn't in the rich kids' group," Daphne soughed at the reply insisting that Cleo herself told her that and she didn't carve it out from her ass.

"I'm being for real girl. They'll be staring for days, forever even. You're gorgeous," Cleo lovingly spoke while angrily trashing a shirt behind herself and digging further into her wardrobe. "Why are you saying all this just now? I don't want to have that many eyes on me, Cleo. Okay, I'll wear a mask then."

All this aside, Daphne was calm about her outfit. She'd finished creating it and laid it on the bed.

"Sometimes I wish our school had uniforms. It'd save me all this stress," Cleo screamed as her phone was away from her, "But I know I'd regret it right the following day."

A lace ruffled white tank top, low-rise jeans and a light cardigan because the weather outside didn't foretell a nice day. That was Daphne's outfit.

"I'm going in the shower Cleo so scream if you want me to hear you," she announced as she stripped out of her clothes and went in, "Don't worry. A little girl whose name starts with D and ends with E told me I'm already screaming!" the reply made Daphne burst into laughs loud enough to cover the water's sounds momentarily, "Please be more specific. My sister's name is Dayanne," she laughed while a few steps away from her house, Cleo was rolling her eyes.

"I think that if I go with a dress I don't have to bother about top and bottom matching. What do you think Daphne?!" she yelled, grabbing three dresses and placing them on the little empty spot on her bed for her to take some pictures and send them to Daphne.

Since the latter was in the shower, she couldn't check her phone yet and simply yelled back: "I'm just thinking now. What if you wear that yellow low-rise skirt you showed me the last time with the cool belt we bought the other day?" she suggested, closing her eyes as her hands combed through her hair.

Cleo gasped like her friend's advice was a blessing from above, "Oh. My. God. You're so right! Oh god Daphne. What would I do without you?" she smiled as she opened her drawers in search of it. Once she found it, she hurried in front of the mirror to see how it looked before gasping again. "Daphne! What shirt am I going to wear with it?!" she yelled, keeping the skirt aside and diving back into her wardrobe. Her room was a mess at this point. The respondent took time before replying as she was rinsing her face.

"I don't know. Send me pics," she responded, getting out of the shower and into her towel. "I already sent you some pics but those are dresses," Cleo replied, switching between two shirts to go with the skirt. Hurriedly, she wore the skirt and each shirt and after taking pics, she sent them to her friend, urging her to choose while she showered.

Firstly, Daphne wrapped her hair in a towel and got dressed before checking her messages which she did right when Cleo got out of the shower. "The second shirt," she typed before turning the blow dryer on. Cleo didn't speak further and focused on getting dressed—undergarments, skirt, shirt and socks. Unlike Daphne, she'd already washed her hair the previous day so she went straight to doing her make-up.

"Oh my god," she sighed, "What time is it?" Daphne squinted her eyes to check her phone as her hair was hitting her face nonstop, "Half past six Cleo!" she screamed and hurried up with styling her hair. Cleo was exhausted as she manually blew on her face to speed up her concealer application. Not helping with the tension, Daphne and Cleo's dads called from downstairs to remind them of the time. "Yeah Dad, I know!" she whined as her mascara wasn't feeling her and constantly messing up.

Daphne applied lipgloss to finish her make-up and hurried with putting on accessories and running downstairs, thanking the heavens she'd prepared her bag the previous night.

Cleo was prepping her school bag in the neighbouring house, ensuring she remembered everything in the process. Then she rushed downstairs.

"My dad said we'll get breakfast on the way because there's a high chance of traffic for obvious reasons," Daphne spoke, the call was still on. Nodding, Cleo kissed her dad goodbye and rushed out of the house to her neighbour.

Outside, Daphne's dad had already turned the car on and was waiting for the girls who came simultaneously, both hopping in the backseat. "Y'all forgot nothing right?" he asked for reassurance. They agreed and finally drove off, waving at Granny, Daphne's mom and the dogs.

—Now playing: Vivere Tutte Le Vite by Elisa, Carl Brave✫

Ten minutes to seven and they were on the road. As everyone had predicted, the road was crowded, not enough to cause a traffic jam but enough for Daphne to understand that things are like that here. The town feels the first day of school, not just the students or the parents driving them there. The girls weren't talking. No one was. The dad focused on the road, Cleo finished up her hairstyle because she couldn't go anywhere without her hair pins while Daphne did what she'd always do when on the road: observe.

There were cars in front and behind them and she could see that kids were in the back seats by their heads.

Earlier, she was complaining to Cleo about the attention she'd get for being a new student. The other time at El Grillo's Cuisine she understood the reason was her new face in town but this morning Cleo tried to mask it saying that she was very pretty, in fact, pretty enough to look stinkingly rich like the kids they talked about the other day. Funny. If that's what they'd think, then better not let them know the reason why she now lives here in the first place. She chuckled at the thought. No one noticed her though.

The sky wasn't bright that morning but covered in the grey clouds. She didn't have an umbrella on her but didn't bother much. She liked, in fact, loved the rain and, despite knowing that someone would drive them back home once classes were dismissed, she wouldn't hesitate to run under it as she rushed to the bus stop. The cold she'd get the next morning would sound like a mother scolding her child but, like the child she was, the warnings would come in from one ear and go out through the other one.

The air that blew through the car came from the passenger seat window that her father winded down just a little. Seatbelt across her body, legs crossed, left hand holding her bag and right one holding her face as she leaned towards the window. The beauty of the landscape in front of her wanted to make her fall asleep which is strange because she's not the type to be falling asleep in the morning before school—she's been up for close to two hours now.

From her left, Cleo rustled with her things as she was done with her look and, satisfied, she pulled out her phone and took a few selfies. Pictures! It rang in Daphne's head like a bell. She pulled out her phone and made a little video, focusing shortly on her legs to give an idea of where she was and then completely moved to the fields entertaining their eyes outside. Ahead, she could see a line of trees meaning they were close to the little colourful neighbourhood they passed the first day they came here and every other day they went into town.

Cars went and very few came. The collective destination was the schools, that peculiar neighbourhood she'd seen just once that resembled a big campus.

"Come close. Let's take a pic," Cleo gestured as they inched closer to each other and posed. The selfie was soon posted on Cleo's Instagram stories with Daphne's profile tagged in a corner, conflicted with wanting to let everyone know who her friend was but also to gatekeep her somehow.

The past weeks, they were so focused on spending time with each other that social media faded into the background—despite the amount of pictures Cleo took and posted only late at night before going to bed. Cleo hurried to the search box and typed in the username of her crush-yet-not-crush. "Look. Here's him," she called for Daphne's attention. Jungkook had a good amount of followers and posts which allowed Cleo to make her friend have a good idea of him. The latest post was from a few days ago, a selfie taken at the beach with a girl and a boy. Avyanna and Jimin, Cleo explained.

Daphne blinked a few times. When Cleo talked about their looks, she understood but not enough for her to believe that they indeed looked so surreal. She was going to the same school as them? Crazy. They seemed personally and patiently carved by God. His favourite works most likely.

Avyanna had long and straight dark hair. Her face was like that of a model, well-proportioned, with a well-defined jaw and eyes like that of a siren. The type of girls that come up when you type "Dark feminine makeup" on Pinterest. She had her chin on Jungkook's shoulder. Behind, a few steps away, was Jimin goofily posed with what seemed to be a freshly caught fish wiggling in the second slide. He was shirtless and just in shorts like Jungkook. Avyanna was in her bikini top and jean shorts. By the looks of their hair, it was windy.

Cleo scrolled down further. The first slide was a video. It was Avyanna focused on rolling a joint next to a dark-haired boy who wasn't Jungkook. "He's Taehyung, the other living example of beauty and brains," Cleo continued. For a few seconds, his face wasn't in the camera as he too was focused on making his cigarette. He fully came into view when he licked his cigarette closed. Daphne was stunned, to say the least.

He was heavenly, she thought. Too pretty to be real. He looked slightly cold, the kind of cold that you inch closer to because it has its peculiar warmth. The video went on but Daphne was focused on him and him only. Avyanna turned her cigarette on and passed him the lighter. He'd charmed Daphne. He was just turning on a cigarette but she found it very attractive. She quickly checked and memorised Jungkook's username hoping to find Taehyung from him later.

They continued scrolling and finally found the last person in the friend group: a blondie with silky and straight hair. It was a three-picture post of them sitting around a table covered in food. Lunch or dinner, they couldn't tell but they were having a meal together. Adrielle was her name. She too was drop-dead gorgeous. Her looks were the complete opposite of Avyanna's: doe eyes and soft features. The human definition of beauty and brains indeed.

Faces like these were astonishing, she thought. She's seen pretty people before—she's been told to be very pretty too—but not to this extent. What Cleo said earlier about her looks was very nice but now Daphne thought that she wasn't that pretty, pretty enough to look as rich as them because goddamn, they were very pretty, ethereal. The type of beauty that money empowers.

Daphne's been told a lot of times about her looks. It is what made her popular in the city. But because of the type of people she prefers, she didn't have friends—friends in the real meaning of the word: she considered a friend someone whose company she enjoys even without speaking or having to interact; a person who she just likes existing with. Her classmates in the city thought they were friends but Daphne was just being nice and polite for the sake of it.

Daphne's mom was worried because of it. She knew how pretty her daughter's looks and personality were so seeing every day on her own with no one she could call a friend, she was worried—especially because Daphne's always been like this. She hoped the natural pretty privilege thing would kick in at some point but it never did—or at least, it didn't bring Daphne the type of friends she can call as such.

Despite how contrasting her personality is with Cleo's, she's the only person, apart from Willow, who she can call a friend.

Naturally, Daphne opened her phone and checked her Instagram profile wondering if some pictures were too outdated and embarrassing or if she liked them enough. She barely had posts compared to Jungkook and they barely showed her face. They were mostly pictures of landscapes, the library, her outfits and books—if she happened to be in one, her face wouldn't fully be in the focus, maybe her hair, her cheek but never her full face. Her face was only on the three-slide highlight labelled "Moi". The first slide was a selfie taken on the bus on a sunny day; the second one was a full-body picture taken in front of a monument; the last one was a mirror selfie taken before going to her sister's graduation party.

Her profile picture showed not her face but only from her chin down to her chest, focusing on her necklace and her lacy top with hair surrounding her face. She had two other highlights: one for her travelling and one she recently created dedicated to her dogs.

After inspecting everything, she archived only one post, kept the rest up and turned her phone off only after reposting Cleo's story on hers.

—Now playing: Take On Me by A-ha✫

Around forty minutes later, they were in town. As promised, they quickly stopped to get breakfast, nothing special but croissants and chocolate milk.

It was half past seven when they drove past El Grillo's Cuisine, close to a quarter to eight when they parked next to the terminal. They got off just as others did. The parking space was slowly filling up. Toddlers, kids, middle schoolers and high schoolers were everywhere.

Once the car was closed, following her father and Cleo's lead, they started trekking up to the school. The gates were still closed, yet there was a huge crowd in front of them, so big that Daphne wondered where all these students came from. This town couldn't contain all of them, could it?

"Come on, Daph! Let's go!" Cleo spurred, a wave of tension overwhelmed the respondent who looked for her father as if asking for permission to scurry off with her friend but also calling for help. Reading through her eyes, he gave a thumbs-up, kissed her goodbye and assured her everything would be okay. Daphne smiled and nodded without knowing what she did it for. Was she sure of herself? Probably not.

Turning around and finding her hand in Cleo's, she sighed in relief and clung closer to her. At least she wasn't alone.

"They'll open soon now. We're just in time. The gates always open fifteen minutes to eight to allow students to settle in before their teachers come in. They only close five minutes after eight," Daphne nodded at the information although she didn't fully pay attention to the words. Her head spun left and right, looking at the people she would attend school with.

As explained, the gates automatically opened and the crowd shrank towards the opening and, once wide enough, they all started racing into the school. Fear, excitement and confusion settled within Daphne as her friend goaded her to run with her. "Come on!" she screamed in happiness.

The confusion on Daphne's face was quickly replaced by delight and she increased her speed to catch up with Cleo's pace. As they all ran into the school, the staff kept screaming, telling everyone not to run but clearly, their words were disregarded.

They ran in and up the stairs to their class. As predicted by Cleo, it was on the top floor but despite the breathlessness, they both kept running. "Number nine!" Cleo screamed calling for Daphne's attention who immediately looked up in search of the mentioned number.

Once they found it, they ran in. Only two people were already in. Cleo proceeded to the set of desks in the second-to-last line and they finally settled down.

"You see?" Cleo began, barely breathing, "We're deskmates and we're not front row which makes the run worth it," Daphne's eyes almost shot out of their sockets, "All this just for seats?" Cleo eagerly nodded, laughing at her friend's disbelief, "Seats that are most likely for the whole school year. Don't complain. You have the best seat and deskmate in class," she boasted, flicking at her hair. Daphne laughed, still in disbelief, and after properly keeping her bag, she finally sat down.

At the same time, five people ran into the class, heads spinning across the room hoping for seats to still be available in the last row but as they proceeded they noticed the new face. Some showed surprise, others just stared a bit while others quickly smiled.

Daphne immediately turned to Cleo mouthing that it was already starting but she replied with a shrug. There was nothing she could do about it anyway.

"Hey, Cleo," a couple of girls walked in and sat in the neighbouring set of desks. Cleo waved back and presented Daphne, "This is Daphne, my best friend," Daphne smiled and waved. Her heart warmed up at the presentation. "Hi, Daphne. I'm Michelle. This is Valerie." The first was a tall, tanned girl with amazing curly hair that fell down her back; she had a crop top and high-waisted pants with a cute school bag hanging by her arm. The second was a short red-haired girl with green eyes and freckles; she was very feminine and girly and you could tell from her cute dress, the little bows holding her hair, the cute makeup decorating her face and the adorable school bag she too had hanging by her arm. Her voice had a pleasing high-pitched tone too—like the nice, shy girl in class.

"Valerie is a smart ass," Cleo whispered as she turned around while the others settled down, "She's always been the class president since our first high school year. She's awesome and very polite". Daphne nodded, glancing in their direction. They were softly laughing with each other before they glanced back. Daphne quickly changed focus, convinced that sinking into the chair would be a great choice.

Soon, the fifteen minutes passed and were enough for all the desks to be occupied. Shortly after the bell rang, a young, tanned, curly-haired female teacher walked in, dazzlingly smiling at everyone, glad to have them back in class. Daphne unconsciously smiled back.

As the teacher walked to her desk, she checked everyone out, gasping if someone had a new haircut or a generally new look. Once behind her desk, she told everyone to sit back down. Her smile never faded away. As she brought her register out, some of the students from the first row started a conversation with her.

She was very kind—at least from what Daphne could tell. The bright smile fully morphed her face, from her lips to her eyes; she nodded to the students' words, gasped in amazement or laughed in amusement. Once she'd found what she was looking for, she seized moving, resting her chin in her palm and listening to the students' stories. Didn't stop them till they were done.

Yeah, she was the teacher everyone liked. The one that cracked the code and could understand teenagers.

Once the stories were told, she finally moved to more serious topics: "So... I hope you all had the best summer holidays anyone could wish for. Hope you all enjoyed yourself... and didn't forget to slip school duties in between," at her last words, everyone exclaimed claiming to have done just that with a funny sarcasm lacing their tone. Her accent and voice were very nice, nicer than the one of a hostess wishing a good flight on an aeroplane. Laughing and asking for silence, she finally started the roll call and, as she did so, Daphne tried her best not to turn around, left and right, to see who was answering the calls. Soon it was her turn and she froze as if she'd forgotten it would eventually happen.

A shy grin crossed her face as she lifted her hand to signal her presence. The teacher warmly beamed making her feel a bit better until her eyes dropped to the students on the left who swung their heads around hearing the new surname.

"So... Daphne, what a nice name. I'm Professor Shannon. Would you like to present yourself to the class? Say a thing or two... or nothing if you wish," the respondent nervously laughed and got up from her seat, "Erm, hi, I'm Daphne. I'm 17 years old. Erm, I like reading, dogs and flowers, any kind". Once she was done speaking, she smiled at the teacher looking for permission to sit back down without knowing that the teacher was still a bit curious: "Is there a reason you moved here?" the bright smile was still imprinted on her face.

Daphne leaned forward on the desk with the help of her arms, processing a sentence in her head. "We moved town. I used to live in the city but we moved here and now live in the same compound as my grandparents. I'm honestly grateful because the distance always prevents us from visiting so now I can catch up on all those missed opportunities," the teacher nodded, commenting on how important grandparents are and how one should treasure their love. With a quick signal, she allowed Daphne to settle back down as a class conversation about her comment started.

By the end of the hour, Daphne discovered that she taught english. The bell rang and the teacher greeted everyone and left. Immediately some boys gathered around Cleo and Daphne's desks. They were mainly there because of Cleo but could use the chance to greet and present themselves to Daphne.

"Hey, Cleo. How have you been doing?" the first one asked, sitting on her desk. Daphne almost flinched backwards at the act but seeing that Cleo didn't show any concern she guessed she was close with them which was proven when they all started high-fiving each other. Once they were done greeting Cleo, they moved to Daphne who was startled but tried to hide it under her smile. "Daphne, is it?" the same one from before asked, leaning his hand forward for a handshake, "Yeah. What about you?"

"Dominic but you can call me Nick," Daphne nodded, shaking hands with him. Almost all the boys managed to present themselves before a serious-looking teacher stormed in.

"Everyone, you may sit down," he sternly spoke. "He's Professor Keeley. A bitch I tell you. He gets off on our suffering," Daphne inspected the described teacher while leaning towards Cleo's whispering voice. "Is he like... the type to assign impossible tasks?" Daphne whispered back for more confirmation. Cleo nodded before they turned forward sensing that too much silence had settled down. They feared everyone heard them for a moment but silence was just the only thing Professor Keeley could work with. Unlike Professor Shannon, he didn't roll call but scanned the register with his eyes till they landed on a new surname.

"Rhodes?" he inquired, lifting his gaze, piercing eyes landing on Daphne once she raised her hand. Her voice was nowhere to be found. She hoped he wasn't going to ask questions about her because she didn't want to speak—besides he didn't look like the one who'd be interested for any reason at all.

The heavens heard her prayers. He simply looked her from her to toe—or at least what he could see from his position—and went on with his life. From Daphne's right, Cleo complained about his manners, thinking that it was inconsiderate of him to be so cold with a new student. Daphne was happy though, a happiness that faded away once she'd discovered he teaches physics. Physics was the only subject she couldn't ace—or at least to her liking. She struggled with it, and being taught by a teacher like the one in front of her scared her.

—Now playing: Blue Flame by Le Sserafim✫

The bell rang five minutes to ten, signalling break-time. Everyone stood up. Some dashed out of the classroom, others went over to a friend at the other end of the class while Mr Keeley was minding his business at the computer.

Daphne barely had the time to look at her surroundings before Cleo dragged her out of the class. "Let's go get something to eat," she spurred. The halls were crowded at best. Students leaned on windowsills, others were getting snacks at the vending machines, and others were walking to or from somewhere—never forget that some were making out in a corner.

"You down for snacks or do you want something better?" Cleo asked as they were going down the stairs. "I want some coffee right now," was Daphne's reply. Her friend Cleo smiled, emphasizing that going to the bar was the best option for a good coffee.

Shiny feather-white tiles as flooring and brown wainscoting covered the bottom half of the milk-white walls. Recessed lighting brightened the building. These were the hallways. On the bottom floor was the bar, by the entrance's right.

"Damn!" Daphne gasped. The line in front of them seemed never-ending especially because behind them more students arrived. "Don't worry. According to what it says here, the next class is IRC and our teacher understands if we come in late because of the line".

—Now playing: Bitter Sweet Symphony by The Verve✫

Ten minutes and classes would be over for the day but outside didn't seem like day. The dark clouds hovering around in the morning had called for backup and now fully covered the sky, making rumbling noises and quick flashes to lighten the mood.

Daphne was a set of desks away from sitting right next to the window and yet it didn't stop her from looking outside with her chin resting in her palm. On her iPad were notes—with doodles on the side—taken during a very boring philosophy class. Now, don't misunderstand her. She loves philosophy but the professor sitting behind the teacher's desk right now knew all the tricks on how to make everyone's head fall and land flat on their desk.

He had a monotone voice that Daphne suspected wouldn't change even if he was in front of a life-threatening situation. She wondered why he decided to start teaching right from the first day of school. Barely anyone had bought the book yet. He was the only one who had it—plus a handful of students.

Some rustling on her right called Daphne's attention back to class. Cleo was already putting some of her things in her bag, ready to fly out of the room once the bell rang. Two minutes before it rang, Daphne started doing the same, along with two-thirds of the class—her Descartes notes put aside for another moment.

The monotone voice of their teacher went on. He briefly looked up from his book, slurring his words at seeing almost everyone with empty desks but then proceeded without letting his sleepy eyes linger for too long.

The bell finally rang and everyone stormed out monotonously greeting the teacher who simply hummed, taking his glasses off and packing his belongings. As Daphne greeted him, she wondered how anyone could look so done with life freshly out of holidays.

The noise of students exiting the school prevented everyone from hearing the thunders rumbling outside and the downpour that had just begun. Ugh, summer rains.

Daphne and Cleo finally registered the weather once they saw some students racing out covering their heads with school bags which was useless because the strong breeze was blowing the raindrops on them regardless.

As expected, at the parking space was Daphne's father's car. He was inside, obviously, but gestured the girls to hurry up which they did, trying to not slip and fall.

—Now playing: Bamboleo  by Red Velvet✫

Her classmates were nice and made her realize she was stressing over not—although most of it should go on Cleo.

She'd discovered that Nick plays in the school basketball team and is among the best. He knows Cleo because she plays volleyball and they meet in the school's gymnasium. He's very funny and outgoing. Doesn't ponder much on anything really and is the type of student who keeps the class alive and whose absence is felt strongly.

In the group is also James. He's like Nick's right-hand man. Their personalities match a lot and they're best of friends. He doesn't make as many jokes as Nick but the few he makes surely make you cry and torture your stomach.

They're both good-looking. Tall, nice hair, broad shoulders and fit builds. Nick was brown-haired while James was blondez, a blonde that he claims would wash off through the winter and come back only in summer.

The boys that greeted them on the first day of school were a handful but only these two stood out the most—and hung out with them during breaks. There was a third one but he was very tamed compared to the two best friends. His name was Asher. He too was tall, with broad shoulders and a nice build but he was shy—even shyer than Daphne. His academic performance was the best out of the three. Nick and James couldn't care less, they were all about having fun. No wonder Cleo's so close with them.

Daphne matched Asher's personality because they didn't participate with the same energy and would tell the others to go slow with the roasts they'd be doing to random people they'd pass by in the hallways.

From what Daphne understood after her first week of school, Cleo was popular because she was pretty and a good volleyball player. Cleo looked very kind and soft from her looks so it surprised Daphne hearing the burning roasts her friend could make sometimes. She'd laugh hard sometimes because of how crazy, out-of-line, outrageous and hilarious the jokes were.

She didn't talk with the girls other than greeting Valerie and Michelle every time she saw them in the morning. She found it hard to make the first move so the best you could do was smile hoping they'd reply—they wouldn't.

Jams and Nick brought out a part of Cleo that Daphne didn't know existed. In gym class whenever they happen to be in the same team, they go crazy on their opponents and, mind you, no one can hype them up as much as themselves. When they weren't on the same team, it seemed like the remaining teammates didn't exist and they'd play against each other. Daphne and Asher tried to catch up in the heat but it was hard. Asher tried the most. Daphne simply stayed back to laugh at them.

School days couldn't be boring with them in sight.

Despite it just being the first week of school, they had homework to do and some teachers had already programmed the dates for their tests. On Thursday, with Cleo's help, Daphne found when the town's library was and was planning on turning it into her second home.

They only went to school by themselves on Friday because the thunderstorms had moved towns for the moment. It was lovely, Daphne thought. At the time they'd take the bus, it was half-empty. Their personally-assigned seats at the back of the bus were always available. Cleo slept through the journey while Daphne read her book.

—Now playing: Single by The Neighbourhood✫

It was Saturday. Daphne's early bird instincts obliged her to be awake already. She's been so for close to two hours now she spent closed in her room without coming out if not to pee.

She read, updated her agenda, did the remaining homework, cuddled Luke to sleep, arranged her notes, browsed the internet. Everything till she was bored and exhausted. By half-past eight she was finally out of the room to put something under her teeth.

While the coffee brewed, Daphne indulged in an activity she wanted to do since Monday: look for the pretty and astonishing boy who caught her attention.

She typed Jungkook's username, happy she remembered it till today and hurried to the post where Taehyung was included only for disappointment to change her facial expression: Jungkook didn't tag him like she'd hoped. She scrolled further through the posts noticing that he didn't tag anyone on any post.

Clicking out of his posts, she almost did the same with his profile only to be stopped by the highlights. The first was named with an Earth emoji, the second with a two-person emoji, the third with a single-person emoji and the last with a basketball emoji. She proceeded to the second one deducting that the emoji stood for his friends.

She predicted right. The highlight contained a lot of pictures and happily for her, Taehyung was in most of them. Soon she found his profile and showed no hesitation in clicking on it.

He too had many followers but, unlike Jungkook, he didn't have many posts, almost as many as Daphne herself did—the same went with the highlights.

Without noticing, Daphne found herself scrolling through his highlights twirling a hair strand with her fingers. Damn if he was beautiful. She didn't see him all through the week because, from his recent story update, he was still at the beach with his pretty friends.

The smell of coffee quickly brought her back to Earth as she saved one of his posts in her collection too shy to hit the follow button. Laughed at herself for it. If she's too shy to hit a simple blue button, she won't be able to hit on him. She sighed in frustration and proceeded to prepare her latte.

Soon her phone buzzed and Cleo's contact appeared on the screen.

Cleo: get ready Cleo: we're going grocery shopping!!

—Now playing: Like That by Metro Boomin, Future, Kendrick Lamar✫

Music was playing in the car which was fully occupied. Five young people that were just coming back from their holidays.

One hand was on the steering wheel while the other was on the gear lever. As he controlled the lever, his muscles clenched under the tattoos covering it. A curly mullet hairstyle rested on his head. A lip piercing on the right as well as both his ears. His well-defined jaw clenched as he chewed on his gum. He had loose clothes on, from the shirt to the jeans. An all-black outfit matching the person sitting in the passenger seat. She had a black jean skirt on with a lacy black crop top that was momentarily covered by a light cardigan—black as well.

Hair as dark as his but longer and straighter. Lip liner enhanced her lip shape, eyeliner enhanced her eyes and mascara enhanced her lashes. Her jaw was clenching too as she chewed on her gum. Her eyes were focused on the phone in her hands. Legs crossed and hair combed by the breeze blowing through the window behind and next to her.

In the backseat were the last three people. Two blondies and a black-haired one. The first ones were having a conversation without minding about their surroundings. The dark-haired one was cooped up to the window breathing as much as he could to calm the motion sickness that wanted to settle within him. With headphones on, the music he had playing matched his mood.

They'd just driven past their school and were heading to Jimin's restaurant for dinner but the idea of food bothered his stomach further. Next to him, in the middle seat was Adrielle. Along with Jimin, she had the brightest clothes on. A sundress she'd bought just for that summer.

—Now playing: Atomic City by U2✫

"Mama!" Jimin screamed rushing into the restaurant and his mother's arms. The rest walked behind him, smiling at his joy. The woman welcomed all of them back and to have a seat as she got them their dinner.

Taehyung stretched out his body before setting. The stressful journey did his joints no justice. As he did so, his shirt slightly rode up revealing the line of his boxers but also enough skin for Avyanna to tickle. "No, absolutely," his amused stern voice spoke, a tired smile across his face. "See, you're finally smiling. It looked like you wanted to die before," she claimed, sitting next to Jungkook and kicking his legs shot for space. He stubbornly spread them again and forcefully held them like that, laughing at Avyanna's struggle.

"Kook!" Jimin exclaimed before attacking him with tickles. As the three had fun, Taehyung settled down beside Avyanna adjusting his jorts. On the other end of the table was Adrielle with arms and legs crossed smiling and looking at her friends like a mother. "Can y'all stop?" she laughed. Still, they'd just finished with Jungkook and moved to Avyanna who started rolling and tweaking on Jungkook's lap, kicking left and right to escape their grasp. Still, it was impossible because Jungkook was holding her arms while Jimin tortured her with the tickles.

"She's going to pee herself like that or have everlasting tensed abs. Stop y'all," Taehyung laughed. They didn't stop until Jimin's mom came and told them to eat.

When Avyanna sat back up, her hair was all messy, she could barely breathe and somehow felt like Jimin's hands were still tickling her. "This was torture. I almost cried," she panted, grabbing a glass of water, "Honestly wouldn't wish on my worst enemy—"

"And yet, the other day you wished for both sides of my pillow to be warm and they ended up being so. Fucking terrible experience!" Jimin exclaimed dramatically, "That's because you brought that disgusting fish too close to me. It was still alive Jimin!" everyone laughed at her because she sounded like someone who'd survived a close call.

"Okay, first: the fish wasn't disgusting else you wouldn't have eaten it. Second: I did the same to Adrielle but she didn't play some voodoo shit against me," the laughs increased. Jungkook almost choked on his bread making Taehyung laugh even harder.

"She didn't do shit because she was traumatized and her mind went into self-defence mode!"

"Okay, hey! Don't underestimate me. I could always do something. You never know when I could hit, Jimin. Be careful," Adrielle playfully warned, laughing at Jimin's disbelief displayed on his face. "Adrielle, my darling. Don't follow in her footsteps. Violence is never the answer," Jimin said.

"Never swing a live fish in someone's face Jimin! Dis.Gus.Ting!"

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[littledrummerangie]

So hello hello good evening Budapest. I'm finally home, it's midnight and and and I had the best time of my life!

Many many highlights of the soundcheck and the show:

My question for soundcheck was picked fiiiirst? Hello??? It was absolutely crazy!

The VIP rep, Athena was an absolut angel, big shout out to her! I had a good talk with her after soundcheck and she was he sweetest.

The guys played Long Way Home and Out Of My Limit.

Before questions the VIP rep asked our names and I told her she can say Angie insted of my Hungarian name.

So she did introduce me "someone who her friends know as Angie", and Michael was like: "and what do people call you who you do not consider as friends?" So I had to tell him that basically anyone before age 15 knows me as my real name, and after that, when I started using the internet and didn't like my name I picked up Angie. So he said, okay, Angie.

My question was: what arw you bringing home from tour (souvenir, memory, feeling).

Ash said his mom always asks for fridge magnets and was like "fuck, Mom, no, it would need its own suitcase" and he said he likes travelling light

Luke said a qeak immune system and he stoles keycards from the hotels he sþays in and has tons

Michael said he gets lot of baby clothes and didn't know how much stuff a baby needs

Calum said he has really good memories of this tour

At thw beginning they also was talking about Buda and Pest, as mentioned by Ash in the IG story.

Other questions were about:

How they choose what they wear. Ash and Luke said they try bot to clash with the others and look ridiculous. They basically go by what Cal chooses, becauee Michael goes by him, and then the rest tries not to clash with them. Look also mentioned whatever he can paid up that he didn't do previously, and how he feels that day.

They asked about the Flatline chorus and Luke did listen to the song on his phone to figure it out... but I'm still not sure as they were also unsure lol.

They asked about the RAH orchestra and how it was a bit hard working with them because they only stayed until their time was up, and they are speaking different musical languages.

And lastly they asked about how they feel when they release a really emotional, personal song and if it's hard to do. They said of course, and how everyone has their own interpretation on songs, and sometimes it's best not to know the original thought and have your own on them.

There was also a fly trying to get into Luke's tea and Ashton kinda looked scared of it because he stood up.and took two steps backwards.

Both Charlotte Sands and AR/CO were amazing.

I was on Michael's side, 2nd row.

Ashton was wearing those silly ass chekered sunglasses for like half the show lol. But he has the biggest biceps in the world oh god.

They were cuteeeee. Michael was so precious. So happy.

We got Wrapped Around Your Finger.

They guys enjoyed Budapest, and said it was a special show because it'a in the last 3 for a long time now.

Also, there was a point where Ash said something about Calum abd I was like... boyfriends.

Michael couldn't sing Best Friends because Luke was being silly and they just started histerically laughing.

Michael remembered and made a joke about last year's KFC thing and someone had a fake/plush KFC bucket hat on and they were making fun of that.

He ended up wearing it for the beginning of Outer Space.

(Terrible photo, sorry. Didn't take much pics.)

Saw Ash at the very end on my side and he is beautiful and smiley. I love him. 🩷🫶

Tagging some peeps for story time: @kindahoping4forever @nostalgiabones @whentherosesbl00m @suchalonelysunflower

[bigfrozenfan]

HAPPY 10 YEARS ANNIVERSARY to FROZEN

I made another edit too and you can decide which you like more.

How it all began for me...

"Addicted to Frozen", that's the subtitle of my Tumblr blog since I created it in February 2019 and thus joined the international fandom for the first time. However, it took me a while to decide to do this, mainly because of the language barrier. In the end, the first teaser trailer for Frozen II was the deciding factor.

However, my addiction to the Frozen franchise started earlier, but only on Christmas Eve 2016, when I was visiting my sister and I was supposed to choose the films for the evening while she cooked dinner for us.

I can still remember, as if it was only yesterday, zapping around on the tiny TV and getting stuck on the first scene with the ice harvesters from Frozen. Something had almost magically drawn me in and when the story with the two little sisters Anna and Elsa developed further and she sang "Do you wanna build a snowman?", I was in love with the film. Since then, not a single day has gone by without me thinking about the movie, first buying the DVD and then a lot of posters. I was on Pinterest every day and also searched for fan art there. At this time, I also started collecting merchandise for the movie and have now built up one of the biggest collections. In 2018, a picture came into circulation that I later searched for everywhere and tried to find out the source. It showed Anna and Elsa in a previously unknown new outfit in a forest.

A few months later, the bombshell dropped with the release of the teaser trailer for Frozen II. The hype was born and it was simply indescribable what was happening on Tumblr. There were so many posts every minute that I couldn't keep up with it all. There was wild speculation and I published my very first two posts on Tumblr with the title "The Disney FROZEN II Teaser Trailer Mania". Ever since that trailer, I was absolutely hooked on Frozen! I couldn't help myself.

After that, I reblogged for all I was worth, created my first edits and started writing my first fanfic. However, as a novice writer, I was still too clueless and made a lot of mistakes (this only changed with the second fanfic, years later). Over time, I got to know a lot of fans, signed up on other social media platforms and my love for the Frozen movies remains unbroken to this day.

I hope this hype starts again with Frozen III and IV, because I really miss those times in fandom.

Here are some brand new pics of my collection including all the Frozen II stuff:

In daylight...

...and at night...

If you want to see more details i can make an additional post. Just let me know.

[annbourbon]

Beyond The Planets: What The Planets really are in the Cheritzverse

(yes, they're not just The Ssum)

Okay;;; I had several WTF moments while writing this post and you're about to see why. But before that, if you need a quick refreshment on how Karmic Laws work, you should read this post, cause we're about to delve even more into it. Also, this is intended to be a long post because it's gonna be 2 or 3 posts in one, since they're connected.

Also, there were tons of pics to support this post and I could not fit them all into one no matter how hard I tried making collages and stuff~ hence this ended up becoming a two parts post, with the second and third (probably more incoming~) part posting only the images I couldn't fit here. Thank you!!!

♡ Beyond The Planets ~ Part 2

♡ Beyond The Planets ~ Part 3

Quick Guide ~ Beyond Planets

There are two types of planets inside The Ssum. Stationary and Seasonal planets. These stationary and seasonal planets hold a purpose, like, in theory you can say they are nothing but just planets. However if you pay attention to what they say~ you have several things.

So far I'm working with 4 planets to unravel the mysteries so far: Root of desire, Crotune, Bamboo Forest of Troubles and Momint.

Although my theory is that they all are tied and work to supply each other.

Also, being honest, to delve in great detail in each of the planets would take me forever so this is just the basics and the descriptions, to tie them with the rest of the Cheritzverse thread but not an actual guide of how they work or what you find inside them. Because it's so much more~

Mobile/Seasonal Planets

These planets are supposed to be like "seasons" that come and go~ and the characters (LI) are basically changing their appearance, and the emojis, even the background every time there's a new planet~

1. Vanas

2. Mewry

3. Crotune

4. Tolup

5. Cloudi

6. Burni

7. Pi

8. Momint

Emotion/Stationary Planets

I tried to put them all together but it's kind of difficult to do it so~

Then you have the other planets that are kind of like our solar system~ always there.

1. City of Free Men

2. Root of Desire

3. Canals of Sensitivity

4. Archive of Sentences

5. Milky Way of Gratitude

6. Bamboo Forest of Troubles

7. Mountains of Wandering Humor

8. Archive of Terran Info

Now that we have them, let's delve into the Karmic Laws, which at this point I don't think it's a coincidence the way they are, but I'm also not sure I can properly identify them myself as I'm still learning them and besides, many of them repeat. But it's up to you to decide~

⋆ ₊ ﾟ ☽ * ₊ ⋆From Stationary Planets⋆ ₊ ﾟ ☽ * ₊ ⋆

* According to Wikipedia these are called Emotion Planets.

City of Free Men

Karmic Laws: Growth and open mindness. (???)

Described as a place to build a Lab where you can study what you want. For bored participants to get rid of boredom.

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Root of Desire

Karmic Laws: You create your reality

Described as a planet to send your desires into the universe. All sorts of desires are drawn to this planet. So you get to share and unleash the desire deep inside your heart it with the souls visiting. (This planet is best friends with desire for shopping. Or so it says~)

*Beware. You might be taken over by your desire if you stay for too long.

As a note: When you "create a desire" it asks you things like, what do you want, need~~

And offers things in the following categories:

♡ Object ♡ Human ♡ Romance ♡ Wealth

♡ Life ♡ Career ♡ Academics ♡ Inner

♡ Family ♡ Others

Following that, it asks you to specify the desire:

♡ Express it in relation to reality

♡ Express it freely like a dream

And no, there is no coming back. So you need to choose well. IMO, this feels like creating a spell, or making a deal with the Wizard. You even send signals for your wish to become real. And if you express it in relation to reality, you need to set a date for your wish to become true.

The planet itself feels a bit too much like you're actually trading something or shopping. The mention of souls specifically, to share it with another soul or send signals, I don't know if I'm overthinking things but it feels like being in some kind of black market. It reminds me a bit of Nameless but I still fail to see how~ and in a way I think it's similar to Crotune yet not the same.

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Canals of Sensitivity

Karmic Laws: Compassion.

Described as a place to read or write. From a diary, a single line to show how depressed you are, a short story or even a novel is welcomed. Support is also welcomed.

You can follow writers, although you cannot follow more than 10.

I feel they're mocking us lololol how depressed~

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Archive of Sentences

Karmic Laws: Evolution(?)

Languages of harmony that calls forth universal human agreement is collecting... A variety of energy will rise simply by reading trending terms, golden quotes, and impressive sentences."

You have discovered a place where sentences would gather!

Did you know that reading sentences that touch on your heart will help you with self-improvement?

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Milky Way of Gratitude

Karmic Laws: Gratitude. Generosity.

This Milky Way was born from millions of gratitude! What do you feel grateful about for the day? I am grateful for the electronic waves from a satellite that I had early this morning.

Although no scientific evidence exists, they say if you show gratitude with all your heart you will get to find yourself lucky. Journal studies on gratitude are receiving more spotlights on Earth, and the details on the effect of gratitude are becoming more widespread among people.

At the Milky Way of Gratitude, you can write a relay of, share, and send support for Gratitude Diaries!

Try writing a diary now! I wish your future will be full of luck.

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Bamboo Forest of Troubles

Karmic Laws: Compassion, interdependence (???)

"If you have troubles, visit the Bamboo Forest of Troubles to scream them out. People will not be able to tell voices in this forest."

At this bamboo forest, everyone is anonymous!

When you find something upsetting at school or work... When troubles just will not leave you alone...

If you have any woe, trouble, or dilemma, unleash it in this place!

You might find supports from people and get back on your feet. Or you might find yourself at the center of new gossip.

But of course, you can make use of the anonymity and ask and answer stuff you might be otherwise too embarrassed to ask or answer!

Relieve your heart of whatever weight it carries at this bamboo forest and feel free to talk and make discussions.

If I'm to be honest~ I didn't understand this at first until I saw Mr Queen K-Drama and I realized some of the characters go to an actual Bamboo Forest to start screaming their pain and wishes.

As a quiet reminder~ the Wizard said that only those with desperate wishes can see him.

So this and Crotune where when I started to reconsider, what if The Ssum is basically a «set up» to make The Wizard stronger? Or what if all these years that we've been looking for The Wizard hideout~ it turns that the place is~ "The Ssum"?

It's also interesting to mention that has a crazy doctor, who disappeared in mysterious circumstances and it's supposedly responsible for The Lab and PIUPIU.

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Mountains of Wandering Humor

Karmic Laws: Living the moment (???)

Do not trust the signals from the Mountains of Wandering Humor. Once you do, you would wish you have never trusted them."

So you have found the Mountains of Wandering Humor, where laughs (or fake laughs) are drawn to. Are you good at making jokes?

Is there anything funny you have to share?

Or... Are you good at making dad jokes...?

Then try debuting as a comedian and let your jokes take flight! If you are not good at making jokes, you can try evaluating jokes you would find.

If you smirked, make an applause.

If you were awed, give a gift.

If you were disappointed, give a taste of your disappointment.

If you were utterly disappointed, fling them to the trashcan...!

Good jokes will last on this planet as long as they can. We hope you would enjoy your time relieving yourself from stress at the Mountains of Wandering Humor...!

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Archive of Terran Info

Karmic Laws: ???

This is the Archive of Terran Info, where you can find a myriad of knowledge and information! Try determining what kind of information you could make use of at this place.

And you can even try being the messenger of information in this place.

If you have any top secret only you are aware of, try sharing it here!

Q. What kind of bulletin boards can I find?

1) The Ssum: questions, answers, and information about this application

2) Life Tips: information that could be useful (or not) in daily life

3) Free Info: free exchange of information (secrets of UFO, for example...)

Q. What can I do if I find a post that is not useful?

Answer: Please send us the frequency by tapping Not Helpful! Or you can jot down information in the comments section that can make the post useful.

Q. Wow! I found something that is really useful to me!

Answer: Send support or show gratitude with a comment. The writer will greatly appreciate it.

Q. My post was voted as not helpful...

Answer: How disappointing... Try visiting Planet Mewry. Or just deal with it.

That is it for this AMA. I hope you would enjoy your stay in this archive!

So according to this~ we're basically spies and messengers who are working under the Lab orders. Cool. Not really~

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Vanas

Karmic Laws: Truth/Honesty, Humility

We have detected a unique planet that is perfectly parallel to planet Venus. So we are sending the love signal from this planet to Earth.

Do you dream of sweet love?

Take courage and see what lies within you!

And find out what he is hiding little by little!

Welcome to Vanas, a planet full of energy of love!

"This banana-shaped planet is sweet and charming. Believe it or not, the legends say its name originated from the goddess of love."

You have discovered Planet Vanas, a pioneering site for truth!

Planet Vanas has this... This mystical energy that can separate one of its planetary layers into a personal dimension! Now, let us pioneer for the truth within your truth, as if peeling a banana. Please save in this planet all the positive truth and negative truth about you.

You are the only one who can see them. I wonder what kind of change you will go through as you learn about yourself.

At Planet Vanas, you will get to come in contact with visions that portray your inner world and pose you questions on a continuous basis. Nurture your inner world through questions your visions bring you!

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Mewry

Karmic Laws: Detachment.

We have discovered a planet composed of substances similar to sweat and tears.

Its shape resembles a complicated heart. So we are sending a complicated yet warm signal.

Very carefully unraveling knots of planet Mewry... This planet resembles an intricately raveled yarn. It may look a bit gloomy and wounded, but it is quite healthy."

Oww... My heart aches whenever I visit Planet Mewry.

(as I am an A.I. and therefore have no pain, I can only emit ’sadness...’)

In this planet, you will get to explore the sadness within. Please make sure you have your handkerchief with you.

Once you explore your pain, you might get to find new memories that you did not realize were a pain.

And... If you would like, we could activate the algorithm that takes away the pain.

Please calibrate your rate of visit on Planet Mewry according to the degree of your pain.

They say pain, guilt, rage, and evasion are all closely interconnected. We hope you would get to find the journey of healing here on Planet Mewry!

Mewry says to take the pain away from you.

If that sounds creepy is because it is! Pain is part of life, you cannot have true happiness if you don't know the other side of the coin, and life it's not meant to be plain and simple. One of my favorite quotes comes from Forrest Gump~ life's like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get. Because it's true! So pain is not to be avoided. And if we're honest, there's some kind of pain and some kind of fear that will never go away, it will transform, always ready to hurt. To attack. So you have to do it anyways.

But according to Mewry, they can take it away~ if only that were to be true, I would be first in line after my trauma with Harry's route lol

Maybe it's because these days I've been crying a lot~ it occurred to me that Mewry it's the planet of Memories?

I mean lolol I saw "Mewry" through tears and I thought it said "Memories" and when we think of the context of this planet, it kind of made sense?

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Crotune

Karmic Laws: ???

Transmission from planet Crotune.

No matter how sweet it is, sometimes love cannot contain its shape. For instance, love often crumbles at the face of reality.

Hopefully your love will hold him steadfast. So we are sending sweet yet bitter signal.

You have discovered a planet as sweet as a chocolate. It is a mysterious place that can melt down like your dreams but also bring bitterness like the reality. In case you are torn between dreams and reality, please pay a visit to this planet.

[Dr. C, the chief lab researcher]

"Oh no! Unexpected strife of heart is causing meltdown in Mt. Crotune!"

"This planet is recently born, fresh and sweet. However, beware. There is a bitter cacao river bending here and there in the middle of its sweetness."

If you have an ambition or a goal, you could make use of the algorithms on Planet Crotune.

Is your dream an ambition that can be realized? Or is it merely a daydream?

Sweet are the fruits of your goal, but bitter is the journey towards your goal. (Phew...)

Tend to your dreams on Planet Crotune!

You can get consistent help with your dreams on this planet.

Described as a planet for Desperate Wishes.

It was the mix of playing The Ssum, Mystic Messenger by myself, and Dandelion (with @cherrychipheart and @smol-grey-tea ) at the same time that made me realize several things and create this post. But the connection wouldn't be possible without Crotune. See this is why playing Dandelion is vital to understand the connections between the four games Cheritz now has~

IMHO from all the planets, Crotune is the one that looks similar to talking to the Wizard. While in several planets (Vanas included) they have a motto that says "you don't exchange things like in other planets~~ and the need of balance"

There's also the turning sweetness into bitterness, and many other lines that keep reminding me the Wizard. So I believe you should be careful not to drop your wishes in Crotune lol because maybe the Wizard will take advantage of it. After all only those with desperate wishes can see the Wizard.

So one of the several theories I'll be dropping on this post is: What if the place we've been looking for is this, "The Ssum"?

In a sense it would make sense since it has also a "crazy doctor" supposedly responsible for the Lab and PiuPiu. There are also a lot of Planets.

Although another theory taking more strength, the more I delve into all this~ is that we, players, by controlling MC~ and being messenger and spies, playing with time/space, we did something. Something which has awakened "The Angel".

How The Wizard enters in this? Is he the Angel? So far I have no answers.

The only thing is that it's painfully obvious, The Angel, PIUPIU, The Wizard and MC know about time travel.

And sometimes the other characters break the fourth wall. Characters such as:

Mystic Messenger:

♡ Jaehee ♡ Yoosung ♡ Saeyoung

♡ Jumin ♡ Saeran ♡ Zen

The Ssum:

♡ Henri ♡ June ♡ Teo ♡ Harry

* I haven't played enough Nameless and Dandelion to know if the 4th wall is broken at some point, so it you know~ do tell and I will edit this.

Another thing that is for sure~ The Angel knows of the future and keeps protecting MC.

But do as you wish~

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Tolup

Karmic Laws: Evolution, you create your reality. Responsibility. Growth and open mindness. Ripple effect.

Transmission from planet Tolup.

We have discovered a planet in the shape of a beautiful flower.

People say the red tulip stands for perfect love. It has been quite a while since you and [your Ssumone] have met.

Do you think your love is perfect as of now? So we are sending fragrant signal.

Have a beautiful day...

"New seeds of love have been discovered in the third moon of planet Tolup."

"This fragrant planet resembles a certain flower. It is said only those who know its floral language would realize the true love of this planet."

This is Planet Tolup, the home to a beautiful natural environment that is very much alive!

Tend to this land like Mother Nature would and discover spiritlings hiding underground!

A spiritling comes with infinite potentials - it can become anything!

A spiritling may grow into a legendary spirit.

Depending on the way you raise a spirit, a spirit like none other may be born!

I shall watch what kind of spirit your spiritling will grow into. I can feel my heart dancing!Oh, right!

A well-grown spirit will always make a return for the care it has received. You will get to see for yourself what good it will bring you... Hehe...

Described as a planet for infinite potential.

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Cloudi

Network.

Karmic Laws: Interconnection and interdependence.

Transmission from planet Cloudi

We can pick up a vast variety of signals from this planet. The signals we are sending you from this planet are composed of beautiful melodies of revolution by satellites making planetary orbits. We hope this melody will make your heart feel lighter.

^&^&Cl%^oudi$%!&**^^connection*)uuuuunstable#$$$

"Possessing the greatest number of satellites, this planet resembles a cotton candy. It seems lumpy and relaxed."

Are you experienced in one-on-one conversation? Planet Cloudi is home to social networks! You can write your profile and find new friends. It is not easy to find a friend you can perfectly get along with... But it is not impossible.

According to the statistics, you can meet at least one good friend if you try ten times on average!

As long as you keep trying and defeat your shyness...You might get to meet a precious friend other than [your Ssumone] with whom you could enjoy a cordial conversation. So let us compose your profile right now!

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Pi

Karmic Laws: Living the present.

Transmission from planet Pi

The approximate value of the radius of this planet is 3.14159... We are making full use of our equipment to find out all the digits, but even our equipment are failing us. Wait, do I smell something burning?

Checking signals...

"What is this scent? It reminds me of... A sweet, burning pie..."

"This pie-shaped planet blazes for 365 days a year. It is very hot and passionate, enough to make your heart leap."

How to Use Planet Pi

1) Spin the pie.

2) Get your reward.

...That is it. Enjoy the pie. I mean, enjoy your stay!

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Burny

Karmic Laws: Growth. Open mindness. Interconnection. Detachment. Patience. Persistence and long term view.

Transmission from planet Burny

Even at a place where everything has burned down, a tiny flower will surely rise. Even at a planet where almost everything is gone, the sunlight will never fade.

"Planet Burny has the most beautiful rings of shine I have ever seen."

"This planet looks like ash that has burned itself out, but it has a ring with pool of dim light. Though its craters seem to be pitch dark as its surface is dark, it is actually bright and warm."

To tell you the truth... I have once been crazy about mentally calculating binary numbers.If you have something you were keenly passionate about, retrace your memories at Planet Burny.

Could you share ’a tip’ on the memories and the subjects of your passion? It could be a great help to someone.

Additionally, if you happen to be looking for a new hobby, you could try searching the ashes of Planet Burny.

Your passion will serve as someone’s passion...

And someone’s passion will serve as your passion. That is what life is about.

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Momint

Karmic Laws: Living the present

Transmission from planet Momint

We have picked up a very powerful signal from somewhere. Oh, no. We have a very strong magnetic field. A powerful wormhole has been created by the gravity of this planet.

Warning - Time Machine unstable.

"Planet Momint is a new face in the galaxy, but it possesses a plenty of resources and potential."

"Shaped like a mint-colored eye, this planet is equipped with a sad legend. Only I know what that legend is about, though I do not believe in legends."

Everyone at the Lab was bewildered upon the discovery of this planet... (The background music is weird)

When you enter Planet Momint, it is recommended to somewhat lose (or perhaps completely lose) your mind.

Wow! Anybody can be a god in this place. Make a god with no power at all out of yourself! Say whatever you would like!Or you could be a believer believing in a god not worthy at all to serve!

To give you some knowledge...

Some statistics show that releasing yourself from daily life to instead act with out thinking can help you to deal with your stress. I hope you would enjoy crazy time...

Apparently there's a sad legend here~ does anyone know what could it be? Either we find Dr Cus or~ maybe the fandom knows?

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Emotions and Frequencies are~

Disclaimer: Things get a bit messy here because of the way I view certain things, this was made before I knew Wikipedia has a page full of information on The Ssum.

Inside the Lab~ (Incubator)

So, my original theory was that emotions have to go into the "lab" and you gotta "cook" them. The term used here is "incubated". Which makes us fill PiuPiu...

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But according to Wikipedia, it's the other way around. You need to cook energy. Transform it into an actual emotion~ and use them as currency.

Frequencies are also incubated. 30 of a certain frequency will open a planet.

The Unicorn is pooping all these "frequencies and energy" no, I'm not kidding. I mean it, the unicorn *literally* "poops" lololol

The ball goes from the place where it says passion, for example, through the unicorn butt lol and gets into one of the flasks, so you can cook it. It'll take some time for the flask to finish, sometimes it's quick and others it can take literally hours. There's no actual way to know how much time it's gonna take. But you're supposed to storage it on PiuPiu's Belly.

Once PiuPiu is filled~ we need to go back to the planets and drop everything there. We are, if this wiki page is correct, dropping emotions in each planet.

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Emotions(?):

*Wikipedia says they're energy, but based on their description it sounds like emotions. Also sometimes they are not energy but frequencies. So, it's kinda confusing. Especially because they are usually attached to keywords that make it look like the energy includes emotions.

♡ Passionate [Emotion: Strong desire] - Red

Planet: Root of Desire

Passionate, mind-numbing energy that can be gained from something instinctive or stimulating. Apparently a planet full of desires makes something red with this energy.

(See what I mean with the way every planet is feeding the others? That's interdependence. But seems so transactional that you get an eerie sensation every time you're there. Something very wrong it's going on~)

Karmic Law? Unsure. It can be growth and open mindness. Or maybe living in the present.

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♡ Innocent [Emotion: Wings of Sensitivity] - Orange

Planet: Canals of Sensitivity

Sensitive energy that you can gain by paying attention to words full of innocence and sensitivity. Once you get enough of such innocent energy, you can fly to certain canals... Would you like to find out where they are?

(Innocent energy... I'm getting Hocus Pocus vibes lol and this is not good. You guys are gonna need to read my post on Souls and Dolls because it ties.)

The Karmic Law? Compassion

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♡ Jolly [Emotion: Best jokes ever] - yellow

This energy is as jolly as it can be! It is drawn to laughter, so you can gain it from cheerful atmosphere. It is said you can hear laughter from a certain planet given that this energy is in your possession.

The Karmic Law? Living the moment, probably.

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♡ Peaceful (green)

Peaceful energy (green) which is associated with Milky Way of Gratitude.

This energy is serene, peaceful, apparently born from heartwarming considerations and kindness. Once gratitude from every single human in the world comes together, a Milky Way is born above.

The Karmic Law? Gratitude.

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♡ Logical [Emotion: Wall of Reason] - mint

Planet: Archive of Terran Info

(This seems to be the most popular one, considering how cold and without balance the Wizard can be in his way of making contracts.)

Karmic Law? Detachment

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♡ Philosophical/Pensive [Emotion: Puzzles in a relationship] - Royal Blue

Planet: Bamboo Forest of Troubles

This is an elegant philosophical energy that supposedly rises from serious and mature connections. It is said that it is molecularly similar to the air molecules exclusive to bamboo forests.

(My thoughts? This and logical are tied. Somehow. Because if you get to think too much about things, you can detach yourself and get more logical about things.)

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♡ Galatic (purple)

This energy was begotten from the furthest edge of the aurora in the universe. It is said it is born with sparkles like a shooting star once you reach a huge enlightenment regarding life, and it is yet unfathomable with human understanding.

A note: Those that travel space dwell in the dimension higher than the Terran dimension. They are from wise species that did not let their science destroy them!

Our Lab comes with a license that allows us to communicate with Creatures of the universe, all thanks to you and your fellow lab participants.

- Dr. Cus-Monsieur

(If you see one of the gifts is a golden fountain pen. Very similar to Jumin Han's. Also Dr. Cus-Monsieur notes give validity to my theory. We are being used.

Let me explain, the real Mystic Messenger is MC. A puppet. Like Beatrice, or almost every character in Nameless. And us players are simply victims being exploited lololol but at the same time, I believe we are the perpetrators. Kind of like, in Another Story in Mystic Messenger you're aware of the situation but not aware of the WHOLE situation. We're gonna get there, hang on a bit more please~)

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♡ Rainbow

Rainbow energy - all kind of energy available

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Energy of the day [Energy Day]

Description: Although the Energies floating about in the air are invisible, they come with different compositions each day. Which is why one day you may be full of passion, while for the other day you may find yourself deep in philosophical reflection. We run an Energy Forecast System that let's you know what kind of energy will prevail strongly each day.

We also provide all lab participants with the strongest energy of the day for free in order to keep balance of the Energies in check.

* I thought it was our feelings but it's theirs (The Ssum characters, Teo, Henri, Harry, June. And in MM too~ and Nameless when they give us pieces to exchange later on. Is a bit different in Dandelion but not for much. The theme repeats.)

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* Apparently Energy generates Emotions? and Gifts.

** Energy is used to incubate emotions. Emotions are used to support others through the planets. (Wikipedia)

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Honestly? I stand by my own theory. But I don't think it matters much whatever these orbs of magic are called but the way they are used.

Because we can also send bunnies/pets back to the space to receive in exchange batteries. This is a bit creepy when you actually think about it. It makes it look like the whole game is a black market or smth~ idk. Also... we don't get to think about "bunnies" as something else because we only see them in bunny form~ but what if they are similar to our characters in Dandelion? After all Dandelion characters were also from other planet and landed on Heejung's room. It's just a thought of course~

When they're in the Sunshine Shelter, bunnies (and other pets) give you emotions (energy?) sometimes, in exchange for you to let them out of the Refrigerator.

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Frequencies:

Are unique to seasonal planets. Seasons typically last 30 days but it depends. Thanks Wiki TT

* Incubator sometimes produces gifts. They can be given to other players. And received gifts can be decomposed into Aurora Batteries.

** Unlocking the incubator, animals in the sunshine shelter, supporting others in the daily lab and playing inside Pi planet~ will give you more frequencies.

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Currency~

Emotions are energy. Look at Monsters Inc. & Inside Out too as reference for how the Cheritzverse works.

Characters give us emotions. Which are the currency of every game, to travel through time, space, planets and gather knowledge. Powers. Memories.

We, gather knowledge. Or maybe we lose memories. How much of every game do you remember now?

There are only 3 or 4 characters accross the games who are like this, always investigating. Always taking things.

♡ The Wizard

♡ Dr. Cus-Monsieur

♡ V - It is said and constantly talked about his many trips, now this can be taken in 2 ways, we know that he gathers a lot of knowledge on Mint Eye and Saejoong Choi. And this is obviously tied to RFA. But it's also said he's an evil mastermind. And that we should not trust him. He was the one that gave Elizabeth the 3rd to Jumin, as a gift from Rika. He was the one that named~ Elizabeth the 3rd.

At least 4 people inside the game tell us not to trust V:

♡ Yoosung (who ironically was right since the beginning about several  things~ including Rika's death.)

♡ Saeyoung (after finding what happened to his brother)

♡ Rika

♡ Saeran itself who is victim of everything that has happened. Victim and perpetrator.

At some point not even Jumin trusted V with MC safety. Doesn't that already rings bell alarms to y'all? And if it's getting weirder, It was V the one that unleashed the gas over the whole RFA. Including his most precious friend. A drug that btw~ it can and has killed people.

His birthday flower means Memories. And yes, Cheritz knows!!! Because they chose the pineapple for Harry and it's the tattoo he chose. I'll stop myself for now cause he's getting his post. But, it's for you to consider.

♡ MC (We as players and she as MC/puppet can alter time and travel through~)

*Note: Because we cannot be entirely sure, I'm gonna set in this post my doubts aside and say that Nameless/Unknown are different from the Angel. Why? It is confirmed by The Angel that he knows we travel through time & space and that we are basically "cheating" on the characters. so it might or not be aware of our status as spies. Another thing is that it is heavily implied The Angel does have a bit of a story with MC.

Talking from Unknown/Nameless, it's not entirely clear if they know of the time/space thing but it is clear they know about the "games"

Also, Zen has a bit of a story too, but it seems more grounded to reality and only able to travel through dreams. Unlike the others, the only time we see him knowing specifically about this "time/space" is in Epiphany.

So we could say the Wizard is the Angel? I seriously don't have things clear right now, but the more I play, the more information comes up. So I'll keep this updated.

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The Grinder~

Then there's a "grinder" so if we don't have enough emotions, then we can exchange batteries x emotions.

Emotions = Energy

Memories = Knowledge

Which makes me remember another thing~ emotions work as a payment for some images through The Ssum (See what I mean about memories and knowledge?) I can forget about this because I'm paying for the Aurora package so I don't have to worry about it but I don't think other people can do the same.

Now everything takes a different turn especially considering Epiphany (Zen, April Fool's DLC) and the whole idea that he's trapped inside the game~ it would make everything more powerful and shocking if he's trying to help us.

Another Note here: Honestly? I feel like Mewry planet it's similar to the grinder for batteries to turn into emotions. Battery helps you to achieve more memories in case you miss a chatroom. But in exchange you give your emotions? Through Mewry of course! And by giving your emotions you also give your wishes, to Crotune.

Crotune, if I'm following the idea here~ will take your memories away according to the way the contracts work, especially when we talk about the Wizard.

This? This is basically the way the wishes, the energy and the emotions work altogether. Now we have to understand how the other planets affect each other and what they supply too.

Ah because, there's a "Bored Dealer" wandering through. It always makes you to take an unfair deal. Don't forget the Karmic Law of Cause/Effect.

And because everything & everyone is connected (Law of interconnection and interdependence)~ the way we have to pay in Mystic Messenger is pretty similar.

Quoting myself: Characters give us emotions. Which are the currency of every game, to travel through time, space, planets and gather knowledge. Powers. Memories.

Those hourglasses? Most of them come from the exchange of the characters hearts (emotions) they give to you, as a way to pay for more chatrooms. More knowledge. To unlock memories or images. Calls. In Nameless? They give you fragments of a heart~

See the detachment here? It's kind of terrifying when you realize we're becoming like The Wizard. Playing games over and over. And suddenly the cruel answers started to make more sense. At some point we stop caring and we see the games as games when in reality, they're more~

What if the Wizard is another player? What if it's related to The Angel? (1004)

*Fun fact: Dandelion has a section very similar to this. But because I don't have enough space, I needed to put the image on the second post of Beyond the Planets.

And because of all this is now sort of cleared and we have a general idea of how the planets, the emotions and the energy work, now we need to tie it all together!

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The [Empty] Space is The Ssum of All

AKA. How the Cheritzverse works.

This is my own theory and way to arrange it all and it might change because I still need to finish Dandelion and watch what other people say about the Cheritzverse but for what I’ve been catching here and there, here’s what I think even if you don’t fully agree with me. So let’s start with the phrase of this title:

The empty space is the sum of all.

Something that @cherrychipheart kept mentioning all the time and that caused me to go through this it’s the “tiles”, or the “chess board” because it’s I believe it's not it’s not something that can be actually explained by itself. But when you put it together with other pieces it turns out that it makes sense?

You’ll see, when players enter The Ssum planets, they enter in middle of darkness or in middle of white spaces, it took me a while to process that these spaces are not really random but hold a lot of meaning to it. But I’m not gonna talk about it here in depth, if you wanna know more about each meaning please go to the planets section. You can also see these “tiles” in Mystic Messenger throughout each V.N. and chat rooms, and on Nameless, and Dandelion. So it’s not just The Ssum, and if we’re to talk about it, it’s not just some places. It’s with us, every time.

Anyways, both, blank and white canvas are difficult to screenshot and say “hey it’s part of the game!” but for those who are inside the game know that it’s part of the game.

Fun fact: V loves puzzles with blank canvas. Do you guys still think he’s not the wizard?

Now, considering the following notes in The Ssum (thank you @thessumbluebirdnotes ), along with the confirmation I received from @cherrychipheart (thank you too btw!! you’re a sweetheart.) that this does happens in Dandelion too, time travel is real in the Cheritzverse.

We can gather some things:

♡ The Time Machine is real [Notes on The Ssum, 28, 29, 30 & 31.]

♡ Time travel can create distortions. Data being lost. (Memories?)

♡ The [Empty] Space is The Ssum of All (I'll explain it later on~ first some concepts)

♡ In The Ssum, some planets allow you to see some kind of travel through stars, or space. Like they do in Star Trek. So, it's worth of notice, you might be actually traveling inside the Spaceship. (see gif for reference. I wish I could have taken a picture of this but at the time, I thought it was useless to prove anything, because it does not even have the mark on it. Like, there's no "created by Cheritz~" or anything. This is something you only know if you play The Ssum. But then several pictures started to drop during these weeks while playing The Ssum.)

♡ The Angel knows of this time travel and space travel. The Wizard knows. MC knows. Moreover, The Angel and The Wizard seem to be aware MC is just a puppet for the Player, means us.

Now let’s go into each topic.

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The Spaceship

*The spaceship does not always move forward... It orbits around :D

Ahh do you guys remember this? 😉

Some planets give you DARKNESS.

OTHERS give you LIGHT.

When you enter to them, but you cannot screenshot them unless the game bugs out. It's very fast. And now I think this could be a way to link it to what @cherrychipheart was thinking about for a lot longer than me so the credit goes to her here♡

That it's what they are: frequencies for you to travel. Even better? I found 707 was contacted by aliens. Yes, it's canon. And it's also canon that they decided to not go further. (I need to find the picture that confirms it because as always, when I saw it the first time, I didn’t pay attention or thought it had any kind of importance, but it is confirmed!)

Moreover… I mean, this is all me, but, I don’t think it’s that difficult to put two and two together:

They seem to communicate in binary.

That’s why he keeps finding information on them. And that’s also part of why the tiles have to be black and white. This brings me to the idea that this could not be an actual set of “tiles” but the keywords or binary codes for you to enter inside the spaceship, like~ if they are dark, they belong to a different dimension. And light would mean you can travel through time but not neccesarily through space. Or something like that. Maybe travel through ley lines?

To set an example, it’s clear that, for some reason, Harry and Teo are in an almost touching with us kind of reality, but at the same time, they are touching Mystic Messenger world, people like them and Zen might be in this In Between. Remember the Liminal Spaces I talked so much? Well, if you want to understand this better, The Lake House with Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock (2006) is a perfect example of how this would play.

People like Seven, June, Henri, Saeran, who are somewhat aware but perhaps not fully, they might be in The Otherworld, to put this in a way, a world that it’s similar to ours, but it’s not. That can be explained with movies like Stranger than Fiction (2006), W: Two Worlds (K-Drama), and Inkheart (2008) for example. That would also explain why some of the RFA guests are weird. Which, brings me to Dandelion, Grimm and Nameless… these, are in a totally different plane. To give a visual aid:

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Dandelion. The Ssum. Mystic Messenger.

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(Epiphany) Zen. Teo. Harry. Sometimes Mystic Messenger characters such as Jaehee, Seven. Elizabeth the 3rd.

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MC. The Wizard. The Angel.

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Our world: Players

*might not be accurate

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Ley lines as Liminal Spaces.

Ley lines are believed to be invisible energy paths that crisscross the Earth. They connect sacred sites, natural landmarks and ancient monuments. Most of the time are associated with paranormal phenomena and fae folk. Associated with cosmic energy or as pathways of communication to other dimensions.

Many people believe the intersection of ley lines can create particularly powerful liminal spaces (this has its own post) or portals/gateways as their nature is based on pure energy.

Also a lot of people believe this is the way fairies travel, because it allows them to do it so through time and space/dimensions. And in some novels, the fairies are not the only ones. Demons, witches/wizards and elves can do it too. There's also another creature who can do it too by the way, and it's The Unicorn.

And here is the thing, I'll touch it lightly here and more in depth in its own post, but The Unicorn it's a Liminal Creature.

So maybe along those lines~ MC is travelling. The method she uses remains a mystery but we are pretty much sure that Zen did called us fairies several times and fairies can use ley lines to travel. I'm rambling again but, it's not the only method. Actually... it might be a combination of methods(?)

However it’s a bit more complicated than that...

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The [Empty] Space

It seems fitting to say after all these posts that the doll room, the dandelion room. Eri's place when we first encounter in the game. The ocean and the carousel, all of them are liminal spaces. And a liminal space we know now, it's a bridge.

Most of the time it's empty because the purpose is not yet or has already been accomplished. And because of that they can be labeled as blank. Empty. There's a lot of them right? But what if I told you that the Empty Space is what holds everything together? I mean, it’s a bridge after all...

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Blackholes and Wormholes

One, two… ah two more topics before we finish, yes, because I need to explain where the idea of The [Empty] Space is The Ssum of All came from. So for this we need to add a concept to the mix too~

Let’s talk about Einstein-Rosen Bridges (also known as wormholes) which are nothing but theory, not yet proven but, it’s made from renowned names so it might add a bit of credibility to all this lol let’s start for the easy part, since they are bridges, you can consider them liminal spaces too. But since the characters inside the Cheritzverse are really obsessed with the universe and the stars, nothing works better than bringing a bit of astrophysics to the topic~ but first the disclaimer lol

Disclaimer: I’m not an expert on astrophysics lolol what it’s said here are only theories based on my poor knowledge so please keep in mind this only works because it’s fantasy and I’m gonna use Tolup energy and infinite potential to make sure it fits lololol jokes aside, I’m fully aware that wormholes have not yet been confirmed, as well as the risks to involve in astrophysics cause the level it’s not as simple as I’m gonna display it here so this explanation it has its limitations that might not even apply to black holes or wormholes, however, for the sake of this post, let’s continue, and don’t kill me cause this is gonna be a butchery lol because I know my limitations, I accept any corrections you offer BTW

"White puzzles... where did I leave it?" V, according to the random thoughts the spaceship caught upon.

It was @smol-grey-tea who pointed out how obsessed the characters inside the Cheritzverse are with the Universe. There are references to the stars, the sky, the clouds, the planets~

@smol-grey-tea (Thank you so much!!) says that Eri (Nameless) prays to the stars, while we saw during Another story and our beautiful @sapphireicecream made sure to draw the connection between the clouds, the sun, the stars and the moon that was already pointed out inside Mystic Messenger~ so when Rika, V's mom, and V itself talk about

The Sun is the Mother of All.

Does it sound similar with the title? It was totally on purpose but I'm still half-way :)

The Sun creates life, yet a black hole is essentially everything the Sun is not. A black hole is, but a star collapsing upon itself. A black hole is without spaces. Everything is compressed so tightly not even light can escape. And, our sun is dying, maybe not tomorrow but it’s not gonna live forever. So, while our Sun won’t become a black hole because it’s not heavy enough (it would need to be at least 20 times more massive according to NASA) you already have an idea on your mind, one of the biggest theories and discussions of the XX century and even of our current XXI century, is The Big Bang theory which emerged around 1920. Apparently Einstein initially was opposed to the idea. It was George Lemaitre who was named father of the Big Bang.

However to this day, it remains as a theory and nothing but such. Why? Because it requires of the existence of dark matter, which despite of many and huge experiments to find them, has never been observed in the laboratory. This in any case does not and should not interrupt our train of thoughts, because one thing that it is clear as water, is, if you allow me to give y’all a leap from astrophysics to the physic realm, that energy cannot be created or destroyed. It can only be changed one form to another (Laws of energy) And in our current world we can see how death creates life. How bacteria being as the single smallest part of life-single celled organisms can and will feed on us, dead or alive. And while we’re at it, something else happens, fungi protect bacteria from toxic molecules in exchange for food and shelter.

Fungi, bacteria, and protists use asexual reproduction methods to reproduce and ensure the continuity of their species. The methods include binary fission, budding, and spores.

And how does this relates to the Sun, the stars, supernovas and black holes? Well, As above, so below. It is very curious how many people talk about The Kybalion and Hermetic philosophy yet no one ever repairs to mention that such things were not new but taken from Buddhism along other concepts that have never been fully translated but always thwarted for their own benefit. Always doubt translations and books that pretend to sell you things as new, please. It’s not that it is bad, but it’s worse if you do not take your studies seriously. Anyways, many of the Kybalion/hermetic principles have already been discussed here in this blog under the category of karmic laws. I will not discourage but quite the contrary, encourage you to read The Kybalion too, I merely want y’all to remember that several other societies have already been there too.

As my mom tends to say lately, don’t be so entitled to think you and only you know about it. ¯\(°_°)/¯

Anyways, back to the topic, since one of the principles of the Kybalion talks about how everything is mobile. Nothing is static. Even the spirit, matter, the mind, are nothing but the result of different vibration states. Even when it seems that it does not moves, in fact, it does. Vibration of spirit is set in an infinite intensity. So high it might seem that it does not moves, in the other extreme, matter with a weak vibration, so it seems to be without movement. For Tao the concept would be called qi, prana in hinduism.

Some of these, might seem as fixed points, like a hub of a Ferris wheel, that are best if we leave them undisturbed, however in a paradox of our cosmic cycle, just as death creates life, and a black hole usually is considered as a symbol of destruction, that is very much necessary for transformation, so as the end of one’s existence, can be the beginning of another. There are other ways, that diverge from the traditional paths.

And that is where we go back to relativity.

Naming it as “vibrations” and establishing those as movement. And frequencies as velocity of such movement. In this universe, emotions are used as a currency of exchange to transform temporary realities from the Planets. Emotions are pure energy.

Motion = Movement

We previously said the power of a name was too strong to be ignored, because it changed and altered your persona, or could even chain you, and bound you for life. What we never delved into was the power of words. It’s often said that words are powerful weapons yet we never understand the extend of it. Words create mental images, mental images can and often will act as liminal spaces, through which they create a concept, to chain, to bound, change, and even destroy oneself.

There’s a saying that goes:

“You cannot talk about what it does not have a name attached to it. What has no name, does not exist. Things, only exist until they are named.”

Yes, with that I can easily tie it to Nameless. But also, to wishes. Since by definition, a wish has words attached to it. And…

A wish is the definition of a purpose. To set one. In which case emotions are the origin, the process and the result. To set a purpose you need to define the emptiness that you want to fill. Where emotions are involved that might constitute emotional black holes, blank spaces, or empty rooms, bridges and all matter.

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The Cheritzverse: The place where wishes are brought to you and the relativity is set as default

We need to accept the intangibility of some things, specifically when we talk about the game. It requires a leap of faith or… suspension of disbelief if you must. Things that have been somewhat forgotten but that inside the Cheritzverse are important to make things work, so because inside The Cheritzverse, Einstein theories are alive and active. Things as relativity theory. Black holes, wormholes, and even the time works different here. Time would probably work as a 4th dimension and travel speed distance is reduced to zero when such velocity tends to the infinite. Of course that is only possible in a universe where the quantic number is set as a variable that allows you to be in two places at the same time, which is precisely what ley lines allow you to. Since ley lines are also pure energy.

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The Reason Behind Lost Memories.

Losing memories is due to the process of traveling, because the realities are constantly changing, the only reality is right now. Since our perception changes, constantly. We need to cleanse our souls (Min Eye, Momint, Nameless) to properly transform future realities, since we also need to use our emotions as currency, even if we don’t travel through time or space.

And since realities are relative, magic it’s a possibility that threatens to destroy our reasoning: Momint (Planet)

In that sense, we as players, might be able to travel to their world, if we, like Dr Cus, (whom apparently was kidnapped, according to Henri’s Route, Day 23, Bedtime.) or Seven, come up with a machine, or find the right portal (through an Einstein-Rosen bridge for example, or a ley line.) something that allows us to crisscross realities, and go from their reality being a game in ours, to an actual reality.

The Ssum, Mystic Messenger, Nameless, Dandelion, all of them, work as games for us only because of our perspective as innocent players. However, the more you delve into the theories and find the connections, the more you find what your role is about: A gamer, a mystic messenger spying between worlds, betraying the love of your life without knowing, because someone set you up to this game.

And that's how, The Sum of all The Empty Spaces equals to a black hole.

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The Cheritzverse Society

Grimm Society & probably several planets from The Ssum.

Now let's explain the last thing: The Society

A capitalistic society that runs on fear and preys on the weak to create emotions and wishes the Wizards and other magicians can use as fuel.

We don’t know the extent of how ruthless it can be but considering Dandelion and its flashbacks, we know that it might be similar to City of Free Men, which locates inside Freedom Planet, we know there’s a society, but we don’t know if this is a town, a city or a village, although for what they let us know, they do have cameras. And a royal family. If we try to think through it it would set them in 1800’s or 1900’s timewise speaking. Considering the several references that are to the fairytales, the Wizards, and even the mention of Grimm, we can set it in a place similar to England or Scotland. Although Europe works for wide range, considering the Grimm Brothers used to travel a lot throughout Europe to write the stories they were told from others, town to town.

♡ At some point it occurred to me, that these people might be asking constantly to The Wizards for stuff, and to make it run smoothly (see Momint as Planet) they set the Unicorn as a victim. However it’s not the only victim here (see pets, see Dandelion) so because the society runs on fear and preys on the weak to create emotions and wishes, I believe the system they designed was such to feed on it. Literally. They feed on Desperate Wishes.

♡ Sorcerers from Grimm and the Wizard are the only ones able to use Magic. Credit goes to @smol-grey-tea

♡ MC is a witch and a spy. Because she’s able to travel (the player “buys” [through] time at will, so things like “Reset Theory”; hourglasses, it’s needed to proceed. And even the bird in The Ssum says it so: “You cannot disturb time when ______ is present.” so you have an MC being the puppet (see Nameless) and a messenger. A mystic messenger. That travels through time and space and dimensions to give emotions to others in power.

♡ The unicorn that is being exploited, creating drugs is just one of the many works the poor unicorn is forced to do. And so are the bunnies (see Dandelion) and the rest of the pets.

♡ A Wizard feeding from Desperate Wishes. Wether it’s him or it’s his magic, that’s something we shall set for another post, or maybe someone else wants to take it from here?

♡ Crotune is the planet to make “Desperate Wishes”

♡ The whole system in The Ssum is based on a Bird (PIUPIU) and a Unicorn, feeding and releasing emotions to the Planets. Through us, players.

So, a little pause… can I talk about Monsters Inc here? Cause I think it can be a perfect example on how to use Emotions as fuel to create a Society.

While Monsters Inc base is “fear” and lately in its story changes to “happiness”; if my theory is correct, The Cheritzverse uses every emotion to fuel itself through the Grinder. The Grinder would represent the only thing that can actually [[process]] everything and transform it into whatever they feel like. That’s why I believe the Grinder would represent “yearn”

1 : to 10 emotions

Now we have our coin inside The Ssum. Our coin in Mystic Messenger seems to follow a similar pattern.

100 hearts : 1 hourglass

Does the conversion changes because of the time/space? Who knows?

But the Unicorn is a slave, PIU-PIU feeds on it, and we are the messenger between planets and dimensions.

Yes. This is not exactly a light topic. Cheritz is not new when it talks about being exploited. See Jaehee, Saeran and Saeyoung. I'm guessing this was done in a subtle manner but also not... since the payment/subscription method is also something many players complained about lol

Is Mint Eye related to this? Much possible since the first idea was ~ to create a paradise for the weak to survive.

The Sun is the mother of us all. But the Sun burns everything too. Rika tried to tell us that. And I’m not saying that she’s right and we need to drug people or brainwash them either. Please LOL she was sick. V made sure of it (?)

This would also explain why some guests are really weird. They're not from this planet, some might belong to a different timeline, dimension or straight up another planet. But one thing that they all have in common it's that they were in the RFA and that Mint Eye wanted the guest list. Is this a coincidence? I don't think so.

But to each their own. Here I drop my pen. From now on there's no more theories, only information to add, and analysis to make. Feel free to do as you please with all this. Thanks.

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Final Notes:

I call this my most cursed post so far~

See~ I created this several weeks ago but my internet and tumblr decided to play it on me several times so I ended up losing this post like five times as a draft before being able to post it in private and work with it from there so the original date it's today~ as in the reblogging date working as original posted date lol

Like, I have been trying for at least one month (Originally posted on September 20 in private after Tumblr decided to eliminate it completely from my drafts for the 5th? 7th? time in a row.

I have struggled with it a LOT: from power outages, scorpion attacks, my migraines~ my eyes, my keyboard not working, my pc not working, my phone not working. Somehow my phone decided to torture me while I was writing this but never outside of Tumblr~ it gives you something to think because my phone right now? it's working perfectly fine lol and... anyways~ lots of other stuff happening around. Even my brother moved out during this last weekend *sighs* and I already miss him. With so many things happening to me I seriously thought I had the AO3 curse lolololol

I am so glad to finally finish it I can't even express how much. I dedicated a lot of time to this one. Though I tried my best to avoid grammar errors and mistypes I'm sure there must be a couple. I'll go back to it when I'm fresh and well-rested. Hope at least my theory it's useful in some way. I don't think I want to do this anytime soon again lol

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Credits to:

@thessumbluebirdnotes

@cherrychipheart

@smol-grey-tea

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Links:

♡ Blue Bird Notes on Dr Cus Monsieur

♡ The Ssum Wiki

♡ The Angel Knows~