#i may add onto this later as i remember more of them

[gay-dorito-dust]

Heyho, I saw that your wolverine requests are open and would love Logan reuniting with the reader who he was in love with and thought was dead. Instead she was just Stuck in the void for some reason, maybe being besties with Remy and Logans a little jealous? 👀💞

Logan had just about enough of Wade pissing him about, dragging him along with the promises of getting the TVA to fix his timeline, the timeline he has fucked up and lost everyone he cared about, and subsequently made everyone go against the mutants because of his own actions.

He has lost you prior to the massacre at the mansion. You were sent out on a mission, a simple rescue mission that got dicey real quick with the brotherhood of mutants came, and for weeks on end Logan was left on the edge of breaking the longer the silence on your end grew; only for it crescendoed when it it was brought to everyone’s attention that you and the brotherhood were seemingly wiped from existence. No traces of you were left behind and Logan was forced to deal with the thought that you may be dead, never to come home and brighten his day ever again with that sweet smile of yours.

It had hurt him beyond words to hear this news and immediately responded in denial and anger that he later went to the location where you seemingly disappeared, only to come across a piece of fabric caught on a branch, it was yours for your fresh scent was on it, and so in sobering acceptance Logan pocketed the fabric and made his ways down to the pub to drown his sorrows before encountering his second tragedy back at the mansion.

Two tragedies that ended up with Logan losing the most important people in his life and he couldn’t do anything about it, it ate away at him when he was awake and ate even more at him during the night where the screams were at their loudest. Logan didn’t know whether you died screaming but now and then he swore he could hear your screams the loudest amongst them all.

So while he was eyeing the impressive collection of liquor, debating on which one he should down first, he heard a laugh and then a voice so familiar and engrained in his mind it made his eyes water upon hearing it.

‘Remy i did not steal your bo staff, that is such a ridiculous statement, you probably left it somewhere you can’t remember.’

‘If not you mon Amie then who? Last I recall you wanted revenge against me for a harmless little prank.’

Logan heard you sigh. ‘Harmless is one way to put it but I swear I did not touch your bo staff!’

‘That’s what someone who takes other people’s bo staffs would say.’ Remy replied playfully as you both came into Logan’s view. His eyes were quick to focus on the way Remy’s arm was slung over your shoulder oh so casually as jealously began to brew within his chest. You were both too close for Logan’s liking and he’d have half a mind to walk over and slice Remy’s arm clean off, but unfortunately for the time being he had to show restraint.

Logan could only watch as your laughter subsided and disappeared when your eyes locked onto his. ‘Logan.’ You said his name breathlessly. ‘Logan it’s me!’ You cried as you were quick to push yourself away from Remy’s side as you walked towards him with hope in your eyes. Logan felt his walls crumbling down and the raging jealousy subside as he greeted you halfway, bringing you into his arms tightly as he buried his face deep into your neck.

‘I know it’s you dumbass. There’s no one else quite like you here.’ He said softly as he breaths you in, trying his hardest not to break down right then and there, and telling himself repeatedly that this wasn’t a dream like the ones he had countless times before; You were here in his arms and smelling as sweet as the day you left on that mission. ‘I thought you were dead.’ He adds softly just for you to hear and you couldn’t help but feel your heart break for the amount of hurt Logan must’ve went through thinking that you were dead.

‘I thought I was too.’ You admitted to him as you burrowed your face into his chest, having been missing him dearly since the moment you were brought to the void lost and with no way home to him, you could only imagine what he must’ve been thinking back home that it brought you to tears that day. You knew of Logan’s past and knew how deeply he loved and how deeply he could be hurt, you promised him that you wouldn’t be amongst the people he lost, but it seemed as though the TVA had differing opinions on that and pruned you on the day of the mission.

‘What happened on that mission.’ Logan asked.

‘Everything was going fine, up until these weird people in uniforms- the TVA- that came out of those orange door like portals and pruned all of us.’ You explained as best as you could but even now you still didn’t understand why. However after some time spent in the void you had grown past the point of caring about the reason behind it and just wanted to go home, but most importantly go back home to Logan.

‘Why?’ Logan growled, finding himself hating the TVA even more than he did previously knowing that they had a hand in your disappearance, and even had the audacity to lie and tell him straight to his face that you were dead, not trapped in the void but dead. ‘What gives them the right.’ He adds as he tightens his hold on you, hoping that it would keep you safe for he wasn’t planning on loosing you a second time. You sounded so scared and he fucking hated knowing that you were on your own here for so long, scared and afraid of the unknown of the void.

‘I don’t know Logan.’ You told him honestly, not caring whether or not people saw you break down, ‘I was so fucking scared that I tried calling out for you in hopes that you’d hear me…but you weren’t there…I was so scared that I was going to die here.’ If Logan wasn’t already protective of you before, then he was even more protective of you if that was possible to begin with as he pressed reassuring kisses against your forehead. ‘It’s okay, I’m here now, you’re not alone anymore not ever again will you be alone.’ He promised you as he hugged you tighter against his chest in hopes of bringing you comfort with his warmth.

‘I’m so fucking glad you’re okay.’ You told him, pulling back to press your forehead against his own, smiling softly when you felt him push his head against yours.

‘I’m just as fucking glad to see you’re okay too sweetheart.’ Logan replied as he felt comfortable enough to close his eyes, finding it easier to breathe and relax within your presence as he drank you in.

The reunion between you two was sweet as it was comforting knowing that the other way okay, but then Remy opened his mouth. ‘ you must be the Logan they’ve talked so highly about.’ He said with a smile, happy to see you reunited with a loved one.

‘Who’s this.’ Logan asked you with a sense of hostility as you held his face within your hands so that he wouldn’t be able to look elsewhere but you. ‘Remy. He’s just a friend I made here and an occasional pain in my ass, nothing more.’ You reassured him as you stroked his cheeks in hopes of calming him down.

‘I can assure you that their heart is more than taken by you.’ Remy interjects as you glare at him to shut up, only for him to smirk and shrug his shoulders before deciding to grant you both some privacy. ‘Just don’t do anything carnal or nasty anywhere near my liquor yeah?’ He adds without shame as you glared daggers into his back, by the gods he can be so embarrassing sometimes.

‘I’m so sorry about him.’ You told Logan but he was too busy admiring your lips.

‘Is what he said true?’ He asks softly.

‘Yes.’ You admitted, ‘but it’s not like you like me I mean what about jea-‘ before you could finish your sentence Logan was quick to shut you up with a impassioned kiss that almost knocked you back, but you were just as eager to reciprocate the kiss tenfold as your hands ran up and into his hair, giving it a sharp tug now and then as Logan would retaliate with a low growl and biting your bottom lip.

‘Are you going to fuck now? If you are should I leave or?’ Wade asked and Logan was reminded of the most obvious and annoying person alive and pulled away to glare at him. ‘Fuck off.’

‘Okay.’ Wade said and was immediately out of the room as fast as he could.

‘Where were we?’ Logan asked once he looked back at you with a soft smile as you drew him back into a soft, warm kiss, your soul singing happily as you reunited with the man you loved the most.

[cup-o-stars]

How to draw like you no borax

Good question!

I'd warn against following my process (at least if you want to learn), but I'll be honest and show you, lol. (Heads up: this is just how I do FAN art. When having fun, I generally care less about the fundamentals.)

1. I slap down super rough sketches, jotting lines/expressions like bullet points of my idea. Pretty much stick figures with just enough detail to remember who's who later. Not shown here, I also move, resize, and add details to express the intended composition if I'm planning something larger. You may notice a lot of curved lines / haphazard circles.

2. I refine the sketch by drawing it with more intention and build structure with slightly blockier shapes. If I'm really struggling with a pose, this is also where I'll find references or look at myself for bits and pieces to fill in the gaps. (When practicing, I would highly recommend using a reference from the start so all your limbs are an appropriate length and you don't need to say things like "that's passable" right before posting. If you're a perfectionist you'll leave that thought with the rough sketch.)

3. I'll decide around here whether or not to leave the sketch as is or commit to lineart (not likely). I guess I'd say I "shape the lines" here by going over some to add thickness/weight, and by adding basic sort-of-shading to break things up a little. Then I'll just fill in space if the page looks empty. (Usually this is where I incorporate the borax, but I hear baking soda works nicely if you're worried.)

4. Onto coloring. I don't feel confident enough to pretend I know what I'm doing here, lol. I just choose my base colors, imagine the general direction of the light source, then add minor gradients to the light and dark layers so they don't look flat. Then I just add some BS highlights and outline them. I've only recently found the motivation to properly practice coloring and just go with the flow tbh.

You may notice that Nami's forearm is too long, her hand looks like a pancake and Chopper has no joints! My kind sibling explained to me once that my anatomy is poor, but cohesive enough that nothing stands out too bad, lol. That's why it is important to use references!! And if you're me, practice all parts of anatomy at the same time with full bodies so that even when you're at a loss, your hands aren't that much better than your feet.

All in all, to draw like me, just have a very hedonistic approach to art, ha. Draw what you want, avoid getting burnt out on any single piece (sometimes that happens when you try to perfect drawings one at a time), and follow my personal motto:

Make fun, not masterpieces.

Idk how helpful this was, but there you have it!

[agarafile]

When the session ends, Gem watches as her snail retreats back to her shell, no longer determined to kill her.

It makes sense, she thinks.

Gem still remembers wanting to kill and hurt, wanting to sink her teeth into the other players' skin and watch them bleed. And even more clearly, she remember the frustation she felt when she failed to do so.

Her snail must feel the same way, and now defaulted to sulking.

God, she is so cute! Gem is going to miss her deadly little face next session.

She kneels down next to her and lets a soft sigh escape.

"Yeah, yeah. I know the feeling, buddy..." she pats her shell "Take your time, let it all out."

Her snail doesn't try to give any response, still bundled up in her shell. Gem rolls her eyes, smiling. So stubborn, who did she even get it from?

Gem leaves her be, knows that sooner or later the snail will give in. The snail may be mad now, but if Gem knows herself, she probably won't stay mad forever.

Probably.

She tends to the wheat while she waits, one knee planted to the ground, until she feels a slimy touch on her ankle.

"Finally getting out of your shell, huh?" Gem looks down and frowns.

Looking at her was not her cute snail, with her orange shell and bright green eyes. Instead, the snail that touched her had light blue beady eyes, a brown shell and seemed to have hair.

" Did Pearl put you up to this?" Gem makes a face, clearly displeased with her visitor "Is she really making her own snail bother me now?"

Pearl's snail only tilted her body in response, eyes lightly hitting eachother from the movement.

Gem hated that she found that endearing.

"Go back to your player. I have enough problems to deal with and I'm not looking foward to add babysitting to the list."

She tried to go back to the wheat, she really did. But Pearl's snail nuzzled onto her leg and bumped her shell against her ankle. Gem looked back to her and the snail's eyes seemed to shine for her.

Sighing, she turned to the snail and sat cross-legged in front of her. Pearl's snail let out a excited sound and hopped into Gem's lap, nuzzling once she settled herself.

" This is a bad idea." Gem says, but lets the snail stay and after a moment, brings her hand to stroke her shell "You're not supposed to be here. Or like me. She betrayed me, you know? You should treat me like that, too."

The snail only anwer is to munch lightly on the side of Gem's thumb where it is resting on her own thigh, not at all aiming to hurt. It is such a dumb, senseless gesture. Gem feels like a dagger was just carved into her back and feels t twist, makes her get misty-eyed.

She stops looking down at Pearl's snail, it's become too much. Instead, she tries to look at her own snail but finds she is nowhere to be found.

Gem can only hope she isn't crawling into Pearl's lap.

[johnbrand]

The New Fad

It was strange how this seemingly irresistible fad suddenly swept in. I took a sip of my coffee, noticing how every man appeared to be identically dressed from my chair outside the cafe. The city was filled with men in suits. On the clock, off the clock, even if their workplace required them to wear a different uniform, the second their hours where up a 3-piece would be resituated onto the body. 

This change had been so quick too. Brooks Brothers replacing Nike, businessmen replacing athletes.  At first it seemed like nothing, but soon people I knew started jumping on board too. One was once the most raggedy of counterculture punks, but the next time I saw him he had come from the barbershop with his spiked, flamboyant hawk mowed down into a tame, respectable cut. Two more of my friends were a colorful, progressive couple, yet I later found out through their social media they had split to focus on their “domestic financial endeavors.” They had taken up investments and accounting since.

I did not see the appeal in this rigid conformity, this sweeping mentality to return to tradition. It was simply too drab, too starchy. This new trend meant every man was perfectly groomed, stiffly suited, and promptly coordinated towards his career. And with this came the resurgence of other forgotten subcultures: the craving to marry a homebound woman, the chance to create numerous offspring, the promise of a nuclear family. As a gay male who considered business casual as the only form of formality, none of this interested me.

With a sigh, I took another sip of my coffee, readjusting the sleeves of my hoodie before grabbing my phone. A new software update had installed, boasting upgraded accuracy in facial recognition. Raising the screen to unlock the device, I dreamily absorbed the beguiling swirl of colors and patterns. The phone was thinking, recognizing my identity.

<ah…a lot of work to do here. lets see…gotta add some layers…no more hoodies or leisurely clothes for you. only formal articles. that collar should be stiff, and lets get you in a charcoal tie to match that dark standard suit. so much better.  dont you agree? just nod your head, thats a good boy. you dont want that shaggy beard or unkempt hair. no no, a good handful of texturing fiber will keep you with a solid, unwaveringly tall quiff. this is your new haircut, and that stubble will need to be maintained every day, got that? yes, you are a good boy, a good preppy boy.> <no no, just keep staring into the phone. you’re going to be clean and suited now, forever. returning to tradition, how men were always meant to be. and doesnt it feel right? dont you feel like youve come home? youve never felt so comfortable in your skin, so comfortable in your clothes. confident, conservative, and able to admit what you are. you are a preppy boy now. that sounds a little strange, right? thats ok, say it with me. preppy boy, I am a preppy boy. strange…but good, right? say it one more time. some may say youre a bit old-fashioned, but we both know why something becomes traditional–because it has always worked. nod your head slowly with me. it’s too hard to do anything but agree with me, right?> <now, the update is almost done, so let me just add in a few more quick things. lets see…fixation to the haberdashery…commitment to formality…dependence on the institution. what else am I missing…hmmm…are you a homosexual? no no, thats not going to work. good preppy boys are straight. nod with me, yes. desire of offspring…familial responsibility…an itch that can only be comforted by the omnipresent cinch of a fastidiously knotted tie. ah, it seems my time is up. just remember, your only aspiration in life is to be a good preppy boy. nod for me if you understand. thats a good preppy boy.>

Unable to recall what I was doing, I tucked my phone back into the seat pocket of my pressed trousers. I sipped once more at my coffee and took in the impeccable Financial District around me. All the men in suits, one could practically smell the crisp clean bills in their pockets. Back and forth from two destinations, the office with the other businessmen or the home with the wife and kids. Pulling up the sleeve of my suit jacket, my expensive watch informed me it was my time for the first. And once the hours were put in, I could return home to my own woman before beginning the cycle again.

[currentfandomkick]

Re-Making Ghost King function

Ghost King is a lot of OP!Danny and skipping other avenues to explore how that could work, so i have IdeasTM to add weight to the role and make it Worse For Ghost King or add costs to acting outside of the role.

Adding possible story ideas to each example i give, and up for grabs just tag me if you do anything :D

Ghost king is a curse and death sentence.

It drains your core and keeps you from your obsession. It is the realm’s denizens deciding ‘fuck this guy in particular’. The draining of the king’s core causes them to go insane (known problem) and the energy goes to sustaining a number of youngers and newly forming ghosts in the Ghost Nurseries.

Yes, Danny’s main area of the Ghost Zone is included in Nursery where ghosts of similar species and backgrounds intermingle with parents of neverborns, form firghts and later move deeper into realms, unless their obsession includes the living. Then they tend to gravitate to portal rich areas, and areas that spawn in their preferred time and regions of living world.

This means Danny? Is possibly going to deal with going insane if he’s crowned, especially as Pariah is around still. Realms are convening on if Danny’s a bigger threat than Pariah after defeating him. Go nuts on court and legal arguments between various ghosts. JLD may be called in by [character] to find a way to save Danny from this BS, while Danny is staging another prison break and probably forming another army on his side that he does not lead and like him enough to keep around but do not agree with him in terms of leadership. So his new friends are kidnapping him for his own good, while a trial is held over if a halfa can be given the cursed role of ghost king, and if Danny should be cursed to future madness

Go nuts on political drama, jail break fun and Danny debating if this makes him a McGuffin, and why his life is Like This

Team ups everywhere

Ghost king is the loosely diplomat between the Infinite Realms. And other realms sometimes.

Pariah decided war was the best way to get everyone to shut up and unite and maybe not make all their issues his problem for five minutes.

Danny is now expected to handle this as physically beating opponents to establish credentials is vital

Danny is shit at remembering his powers. Or how to switch between them outside his main ones…

Cue danny finding mentors to help and runs into hero of your choice for help (yes this means Batman isn’t the best to handle this, if he’s around have him shuffle Danny to another team or frequent meetings with a lot of heroes)

Feel free to unleash him onto Hero Team of Choice and make him their problem as ‘oh its me or the guy who’s main response is world domination! My mirror likes traveling and a few of my friends are activists. I dont want Conqueror McGee in charge of this stuff. I’m just here as the muscle/backup, and engineer. And space stuff. I am not the negotiator, i am the negotiator’s bodyguard.’

Danny is here to play Guard the Diplomat and act like he is not, in fact, the diplomat Legally.

Heroes? Doing their best to train danny up, likely bonding with him and his crew (tagalongs of your choice. But please let Val be there too, and calling Danny out on ‘crap tactics’ in a teasing manner.)

Ghost King is Extremely Limited in living world regardless of previous powers

Ghost Kings only have their full powers in the realms of the dead, and said powers vary by monarch and region they are present in

Yes this helps explain Danny’s weekly new powers if we include Clocky as a previous king who saw Dan become king and thought early intervention on powers might prevent Dan. Did not work as intended.

In the living realm danny acts more as a medium and can answer questions about the dead, but cannot use his powers anywhere but Amity as Amity is a Veil City (city that exists in both the IR and Living Realm) but is anchored more on living side… outside of the city wandering about as it pleases

Danny is mostly human in human word besides having an encyclopedic knowledge about the dead, burial sites, which death realm one resides in or returned from, ect.,

In the infinite Realms he is eldritch though. As a treat.

Danny is not able to be summoned unless he’s in the infinite realms. Pariah is the backup summon though. And he’s bitchy about it.

High crack, comedy and angst potential

Summons can be anyone, and danny is Done with Cultists and makes a point to tell them to fuck off with the power crap. He will take questions about the dead, and only if he gets a burger shake.

As King Phantom he’s basically a Glorified Realms Secretary in his opinion. He makes Pariah the King when he wants to be bitchy to people, and vice versa.

No rule against Pariah and Danny in a weird joint custody of the title as ‘i beat you, i won’ vs ‘you only meet the credentials half the time. We work in shifts’

Ghost King with Serious Limitations the way most monarchs have.

King Phantom cannot help you with… finding your missing friend. Danny Fenton can.

Fenton gets no access to his powers when going against what Phantom is allowed to do. Including his healing factor!

Much whump and angst potential

So many scenarios to put this in, especially if you have another person pissed at danny for not doing more with his own powers and get reality checked with danny seriously injured for Not Following the Ghost King Restrictions

Fenton making tech to help where he cant is highly applicable

I say engineer Danny working with Hero Of Choice as Gadget Guy and finding out powers afterwards and former hero status could be fun too!

And there’s all i got ATM, if anyone has other ideas to make Ghost King less OP or have other angles, let me know so we can circulate other ways this can work.

Tag whoever may be interested or have other ideas to rework the ghost king concept

[acewritesfics]

Feel the Same | Jay Halstead

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Request: from @/runnning-outof-time 

Warnings: General Chicago PD stuff. Working undercover. Guns. Serial killer who gets off on forcing couples to do stuff before killing them. I may have taken it a little further than I needed to. 

Word Count: 1,822

Jay Halstead Masterlist | Main Masterlist

“Come on you two, act more like a couple,” Ruzek could be heard over Jay and Y/N’s ear pieces. Y/N fights the urge to roll her eyes as she shifts closer to Jay. 

“Maybe you can come in and take my place,” she mumbles as Jay leans in, leaving barely any space between them as his blue eyes look into hers. 

“You and Jay are more his type,” he says referring to the suspect having an affinity for women who look similar to her with men who just so happen to also look like Jay. The whole thing was uncanny. “Though I’m flattered that you think Jay and I would make a cute couple.” 

“Enough you two,” Hank’s rough voice breaks through their bantering. “But Ruzek’s right, you need to look in love or you won’t get his attention.” 

Jay takes her hand, stroking the back of it with his thumb, his touch calming her. He gives her a soft smile and leans in closer to talk to her so he’s not shouting over the music. 

“I didn’t say it earlier, but you look incredible,” he says softly into her ear before pulling back far enough to look into her eyes. 

Her brain malfunctions for a moment, her skin heating from his compliment and his closeness feeling more intimate than when they last went undercover as a couple. 

Movement from over his shoulder catches her attention. Their murder suspect James Henry, who they feared is a couples serial killer, has his eyes zeroed in on her and Jay. She shifts her eyes back to her partner and pretend husband. “He’s looking but he looks a little bored.” 

“Then maybe we should give him a show,” he says before leaning in and softly kisses the side of her neck. 

She bites her lip and tries to suppress her surprise and the arousal she feels as his soft lips caress her skin. He was used to her kissing her cheek when they played into being a couple for undercover work, but this felt too intimate, and she found herself loving it. 

“This, okay?” She hears him ask, his warm breath fanning against her skin. She doesn’t know how he found her sweet spot on the first kiss 

“Mhmm,” she says unable to form any words. 

His lips brush her skin again, this time brushing against her sweet spot. The sigh of pleasure would have her feeling embarrassed but right now all she could focus on is the way Jay’s lips feel against her skin. She can’t remember the last time she’d been kissed this way and a part of her knows she shouldn’t be enjoying. 

Going along with it, she slides her hands under his shirt and scratches her nails along his skin. When Jay’s lips finally meet hers, she’s gone enough to melt into it. 

She comes back to reality a moment later and breaks the kiss. Glancing at their suspect, she says into Jay’s ear, “It’s time to go somewhere private.” 

Leaning back, she kisses Jay once more, taking his hand in hers and throwing him a smirk. She leads him to one of the private rooms off to the side of the club. 

“He’s following you,” Adam’s voice comes through the earpiece. 

“Good,” Jay says letting them know they heard him. 

“Keep up the show,” Adam adds, causing Y/N’s cheeks to heat up. She’d gotten so caught up in the kiss, she’d forgotten about the surveillance team watching and listening in on them. 

Once inside the room, Jay closes the door, leads her to the sofa and sits down, pulling her onto her lap. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” 

“Yeah,” she nods and starts fiddling with one of his buttons on his shirt. “We haven’t gone this far before but, whatever gets the job done, right?” 

He nods and looks over her shoulder, seeing the silhouette of a figure outside the door. Pulling her into another kiss, they move into a more intimate position with one of hands trailing up her thigh and gripping it just below the hem of her little black dress as the other buries it into her hair, holding her to him. Once again Y/N fights to hold back the moan threatening to escape the back of her throat. 

Hearing the door open and close, Y/N breaks the kiss. The two detectives turn their attention to the door, seeing their suspect standing there. 

“Don’t stop on my account,” he tells them, standing there with a smirk on his face and lustful hunger in his eyes. 

“Are you some kind of perv?” Y/N questions him, not even trying to hide her disgust as she clenches her jaw, now fighting off the urge to throw up. This guy was more than just a perv. 

Jay moves them so they’re standing up with him standing in front of her. She places a hand on his arms, to reassure him she can handle herself while maintaining the ‘couple’ persona. To James it looks like a boyfriend shielding his girlfriend, to her and Jay it’s more than that. He was protecting her like he always does, making sure he’d be the first or only one injured if it were to go south, giving her time to take him down or call for back up. She was reassuring him that she can handle herself, that she’s got his back, if anything happens to him, he’s her priority and that she’s willing to take his spot if it means protecting him. She’d be standing in front of him if she wasn’t playing the scared girlfriend. 

“You’re going to want to do as I say if you want to survive tonight,” James tells them pulling out a gun and pointing it towards them. 

Jay’s hand that was reached back behind him to hold Y/N close to him, gripped her tighter. “Are you fucking insane?” 

“Maybe I am, but the thing is I get this urge,” he begins, thinking this will be another kill he can get away with. “When I see a beautiful couple, like yourselves, I have to force them to do things and in a climatic ending I, unfortunately for them, have to kill them.” 

“Babe, I don’t want to die,” Y/N says to Jay, putting on the scared girlfriend act. 

“We’re not going to die, okay?” he says pretending to reassure her. “Look man, I don’t know what messed up crap happened in your life to make you like this, but I know some people who can help you. They specialize in this sort of thing.” 

“I don’t need a fucking therapist!” James shouts at him. “I need you to go back to what you were doing.” 

“Here’s the thing, I also have performance issues, okay?” Jay tells him. “I can’t perform under pressure. Just ask my girl. Last week something bad happened at work. I was stressed to the max and I couldn’t get it up. So, this, this isn’t going to happen unless you-” 

A shot went off cutting Jay off from his rambling about his fake performance issues in the bedroom. Jay looks at James more angry than shocked. 

After James takes a shot at Jay and misses him completely, Y/N reaches for her clutch, shoving her hand inside it and pulls out her gun. Taking a small step to the right, still standing mostly behind Jay, she holds up her gun pointing it at James. She makes sure to aim it at his head as her free hand clutches the back of Jay’s shirt, letting him not to move in case James decides to take another shot. 

“You shoot at him again, I’ll shoot you and believe me I won’t miss,” she tells him before mumbling into the small microphone. “If you’re going to move in, now would be the time.” 

“We’re on our way,” Hank’s voice comes through the earpiece before the door to the office is smashed open and the room is filled with cops. 

Thankfully the suspect drops the gun and holds up his hands knowing there is no other way out of this alive. Jay steps forward, taking the cuffs from Adam. Slapping them on to James’ wrists, he reads him his rights before handing him off to one of the other cops before making his way over to Y/N and Hank. 

“You two can fill out your reports in the morning,” Hank tells them. “Go home and get some sleep.” 

“You got it boss,” Y/N thanks him as he walks away. She turns to face Jay. 

“Are you okay?” he asks her, placing a hand on her shoulder. 

“I should be asking you that,” she says covering his hand with hers. 

“Not the first time I’ve been shot at,” he smiles. 

“Okay, macho man,” she rolls her eyes and pulls him in for a hug. 

“I’ll drive you home,” he tells her and leads her to his truck. 

-

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Y/N tells Jay as she gets out of his truck after a silent drive home. Neither of them had spoken, being too caught up in their own thoughts about what happened at the club now their adrenaline had worn off. 

Y/N heads up to her apartment and gets ready to have a shower to wash away the events of the night. She’s about to turn on the shower when there is a knock at the door. Leaving the bathroom, she walks to the door and opens it seeing Jay. 

“Is everything okay?” she asks him. 

“After what happened at the club… Kissing you… I can’t get it out of my head, and I can’t ignore the way it made me feel,” he begins. “I can’t keep pretending that I don’t feel anything more than friendship for you and that there is nothing between us.” 

“What are you saying?” she questions him, her heart thumping against her chest, a lump caught in her throat and her thoughts spinning in her head. 

“I’m saying that I love you and not just as my friend or work partner,” he tells her. “I love you and I want to be with you. I really hope you feel the same. If you-” 

She cuts him off by pulling him for a kiss. This one wasn’t as urgent as their kiss from earlier in the night. Jay arms move around her waist, pulling her closer before walking her backwards into her apartment and kicks the door close. 

“I feel the same,” she says breaking the kiss. “I love you too.” 

Smiling, he kisses her again until she breaks the kiss again. 

“You don’t really have performance issues, right?” she teases him, knowing full well he didn’t. “Because you know, it could be an issue.” 

“Do I have to go over all my sexcapades again with you?” he teases back. “Because I can tell you-” 

“I’m good,” she chuckles and pulls him in for another kiss. 

[cursedmagician]

so. let's talk about that episode shall we?

major ii 17 spoilers under the cut, and lots of theories. read at your own risk.

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I have no idea what to even think about that episode. I watched this at about 8 in the morning my time, and now I am in shambles and have been for the last several hours. I'm going to dump all my theories in this one blog post.

my first topic, and the elephant in the room - THIS IS NOT THE LAST ACT. NO WAY.

I've seen people asking if this is the last act and therefore the last ever episode in the series, and to that I say... obviously not. there's still so many plot points to be resolved.

like, for example, why would they add in a scene of the prime shimmers going to the contestant grounds if they weren't going to do something for it later?

yes I know that they were already used as merely a small plot device to allow the episode to progress, but when you think of it in the grand scheme of things there must be something more to it.

also, and - I may be going crazy here - but there might possibly be some sort of parallel of when cobs tells mephone to go "home" with him. we now know that all those previous theories of mephone being made with the shimmer egg are correct, because of fan. since that is the case, I feel like it would make sense for mephone's true home to be with the prime shimmer, right?

I feel like this could be a plot point in the next act. mephone feels more at home with the prime shimmer than he does with cobs (obviously). he would meet them and realise he feels strangely connected to them, and then he figures everything out which leads up to him discovering his true family. and I hope cobs rots and dies FOREVERRR

another point to add onto this is that remember how soap and mic took that photo together in the last episode?

well, soap was going through her recently deleted.

on apple (and I'm assuming meeple as well) devices, it takes 30 days for photos in the recently deleted photo to be fully erased from the device. before that, you can restore and fully erase as many photos as you like.

at the end of this episode when everything created by melife has been erased, baxter is seen walking up to soap's phone here.

in a scene where everything is gone, don't you think this is weirdly symbolic? they didn't have any other reason to show this which leads up to the next theory.

mephone is most likely going to find a way to bring everyone back through some way, and it might be through this system. I'm not saying I know how he's gonna do it, but this will totally be some sort of factor in the next act. hopefully.

second topic - what about bow and bot?

and I know what you all are thinking. I know that bow is definitely not gone, since she obviously isn't supported by melife anymore. (I'm a little curious, bow mentioned that she can't escape the confines of purgatory mansion, but since now that's been deleted, would she be able to roam free? just a thought...)

the same could be said for bot, since they were made by fan and test tube and not by melife. but there's been some speculation going around saying that since bot was made out of materials from test tube's lab, they would be deleted too right?

I actually think that's not necessarily the case.

we have no idea if test tube's materials or her lab was made out of things generated by melife. for all we know, she could have ordered the mechanical parts from overseas. she could have dug up the space she needed for the lab herself.

all we know is that the locations made for the game itself are generated by melife. however, test tube's lab has really nothing to do with the contest because it is its own thing.

so I think this entire theory is genuinely plausible. bot might still be out there somewhere, and I'm not going to say on the invitational island because we don't know if that entire thing was deleted too or just the floor's face. they genuinely might be making their way over to the season 2 grounds right now, wondering what is going on.

which could possibly make way for a bow and bot meeting, AND they might team up too to save the day!! that definitely feels like a direction that adam would be going for, and I personally would totally stand for it.

third topic - can mephone X be avoided or stopped somehow?

here's what I'm thinking.

lightbulb actually managed to dodge mephone X here, and even though yes she did get got in the end, you can at least delay the process or maybe even outrun them altogether.

there must be a reason as to why only the person who is being targeted can see mephone X, but that's a theory for another day.

now, this part is less of a theory and more of an idea - that is supported by numerous twitter posts - but what if you are able to see mephone X with another me device thingy?

think about it, what if taking a picture or just going through the camera app enables others to see them, therefore allowing the contestants to potentially disable mephone X for good?

assuming my theory is correct and they do come back somehow, I doubt that adam forgot about this plothole completely. there must be more significance to this in the future.

we all know how the main writing team writes. they think of everything, down to the small details, and the reference previous things that were thought to be insignificant before!! reminds me of bfdi in a way.

fourth topic - misc stuff/yapping

and well of course I had to dedicate an entire section to just my yapping alone. I know I'm still pretty new to blogging, I don't have many posts yet, but I think it's worth it to just leave my thoughts out here for people to cry over also.

firstly... OJ and paper's last conversation was an argument. lol!! XD!! also it was so funny as to how paper got so ticked off after salt said OJ is her boyfriend. I understand that he might have still felt pretty heated after everything that had been going on, + the argument they had earlier. and I know that OJ is very important to paper. but I still think it was really hilarious. some could say jealous. "he's not your boyfriend he was MINE!!"

ALSO!!! also also also THIS fucking scene...

this is gonna haunt me for the rest of my life man. what the fuck. imagine if slasher movies were like this... like jigsaw or something. if I saw this in a slasher movie I would be terrified for my LIFE (something these contestants don't have).

I really really liked the scene where paintbrush was crying over lightbulb btw. jazzy did an amazing job at that, and they said that they didn't even cry to be able to voice it!! she's a very talented va, I aspire to be like her someday...

another thing I wanted to mention is this tweet made by brian a while ago (screenshot I nabbed from me_phone4 on twitter) yes this is absolutely going to be for inanimate insanity. no questions asked. hope is on the horizon guys.

ok I think that is the end of this post. likes and reblogs are appreciated, and also reblog if you want to add onto my theories later!

for now, signing off!! - CURSED MAGICIAN

[spot-of-tea]

Okay headcanon time.

So for ages I’ve always wondered whether magic can be inherited or not. So like if your parents are powerful wizards chances are you’ll be one too. So the main reason I've always thought this is due to the fact that whenever you see a powerful character and are then introduced to a family members of theirs, that family member is as powerful or more so.

And I have examples. But I am gonna put a read more cause this is gonna get looooooong.

There's also gonna be spoilers beyond this point if you haven't watched the anime or read the manga.

So first off Laxus is a powerful wizard, he's an s-class wizard at a young age. While you could always say that that is due to his lacrima, I've always believed him to have the potential for powerful magic but because he was born sickly he could never fully achieve it. But then you look at his family and both his dad and grandfather are both powerful wizards. I mean Makarov is a wizard saint, not many get more powerful than that. Even looking back further, while we don't see the full extent of Yuri's magic in action he does appear to be somewhat powerful from the get go.

Then we move onto Cana. Guildarts is considered the most powerful member of Fairytail, the top ranked S-class mage who was even allowed to try a 100 years quest. Cana has shown multiple times how powerful she is, she's the only person in the guild whos been able to wield fairy glitter.

Then we have Erza, now from the very beginning Erza is shown to be an absolute powerhouse, from meeting her it would be easy to assume that she gained her power through grit and determination. However, we are then introduced to one Irene Belserion. Now Irene is cast as a pretty badass person from the start so you can definitely see where Erza gets parts of her personality from. Magically speaking Irene is said to be one of the top members of the spriggan twelve. Now when we first meet a member of the spriggan twelve we meet Brandish who is most likely one of the less powerful ones, but still her magic is described as overwhelming, so Irene's magic must be even more so.

Now Lucy is an interesting case, while Layla did in fact open (and likely closed) the eclipse gate on her own when it required both Lucy and Yukino to do so later, she (if I remember correctly) also had a pre-existing condition which made her magic less powerful? That being said it's shown that she was already a remarkable wizard and even held the respect of Aquarius who seems to have taken her death very hard. Going further back though we also have Anna Heartfilia, Lucy's ancestor. She's described as being one of the most powerful celestial spirit mage of all time.

Now finally while we don't ever learn about their parents or see if either was canonically powerful. I feel it's safe to assume that at least one of their parents was quite powerful. Natsu and Zeref are revealed to be canonically siblings. Now before we get this reveal you would assume that Zeref is only that powerful because of how long he's been alive for and has accumulated that power over the centuries. But we can then assume that he was already pretty powerful at a young age, I imagine had things worked out he would've used the eclipse gate himself instead of teaming up with Anna. We also see that Natsu is already one of Fairytail's powerhouses (honestly why he's not S-class yet is something I'll never understand). So I can imagine that the both of them had the potential for being powerful wizards long before either of them cast their first spell.

Whew. okay I'm done, I'm sorry this got so long, it's been bugging me for so long. I do want to stress that this may not be 100% accurate but this is just my own interpretation and headcanon.

But yeh let me know what you think and if you want to add anything else to this go ahead, I'm always interested to hear what others have to say.

[impsandstars]

Post Mastermind Ficlet: Come color with me. (Ao3 link)

Blitz tapped his foot impatiently, watching the company printer slowly spit out each page.

When it was finally finished he grabbed the stack, gently placing it within his shoulder bag before turning to Moxx and Mills.

“Night you two. Don’t get up to anything I wouldn’t doooo.”

Moxxie rolled his eyes but Millie waved at him, giving him one of those intense looks again.

“Night B…remember we’re just a phone call away if you need anything.”

Blitz nodded, giving her a small sincere smile, more grateful for that than he could say aloud but he knew she understood.

—••—

Blitz walked into the apartment quietly, immediately looking over to the small kitchen table to see Stolas sitting there, eyes still a bit vacant but the plate in front of him was half finished of the leftovers Blitz had left him and he would take any victory, no matter how small.

“Hey Stols.” He greeted his bird, smile widening when Stolas looked his way and the barest of smiles lit his face.

Baby steps.

Blitz held up his bag and shook it a bit, “Brought us an after dinner activity. Up for it?”

Stolas nodded, taking his plate and mug to the kitchen to rinse out.

Blitz grabbed his box of colored pencils from the small cabinet next to the front door and then spread out all the pages he had photocopied onto the table.

Each page had a random assortment of doodles of his horse ocs that he had been accumulating over the years. He smiled proudly at them all.

A few days ago he had read offhandedly that doing art could be therapeutic, something to do with mindfulness or some shit and wondered if it may help Stolas. He didn’t know if his bird liked to draw or color but it was worth a shot.

Blitz sat down, shuffling through a few pages, and picked out one of the ones he drew a few months ago of Sand Castle, the tall lesbian horse who hated oranges.

Blitz selected a light brown colored pencil and just began to add color to Sand Castle's mane when Stolas sat back down across from him. Blitz tried his damnedest not to watch Stolas’s every move and silently sighed with relief when the man began shuffling through the page.

There was a soft hum a few moments later that did bring Blitz’s eyes up.

In Stolas’s hand was a drawing Blitz had drawn of Stolas as a horse. Spindly legs, long neck, fluffy all around and a little top hat to complete the look. He had totally forgotten about that one.

“Is this me?” Stolas asked softly and Blitz wanted to jump up and down because Stolas was smiling and he looked amused and it was because of Blitz. Who needed Sinsmas gifts when Blitz was practically on cloud nine just watching his bird smile.

“Yup! There should be one of me somewhere in there too. You should be honored, I don’t draw just anyone as a horse you know.”

Stolas’s smile widened, eyes softening and Blitz had to fight down the urge to kiss him again. Not that he had been making a habit of doing it while Stolas was sleeping (okay he had done it three more times but in his defense Stolas had been extra fluffy on those days and was practically asking for it).

“Thank you Blitz.” And once again Blitz could hear the depth to that thank you, understood that it was conveying far more than just bringing some coloring book pages for them to do for the evening.

Blitz shrugged but waited until they made eye contact to say, “It’s no trouble at all," hoping Stolas would also understand what he was trying to say.

It seemed to as Stolas’s eyes got a little misty, his shoulders finally seeming to relax since Blitz arrived home.

They continued coloring for the next few hours, Stolas picking up random pages and asking Blitz to explain who each horse was as he colored them in.

Every chance he got he would try to spin some outlandish story about the inner relationships of his horses to try to make Stolas laugh and although most of the time Stolas just smiled, he did get a few chuckles which made his heart race every time.

They would get through this. Together. One evening at a time.

[readsrealm]

Buggy & The Roger Pirates Thing (maybe even a little Corabug!?)

Buggy always feeing like he doesn’t belong on Rogers crew. Like he was just brought on to be a playmate for Shanks (practically a pet). He’s not entirely wrong either most of the crew shows unintentional favoritism to Shanks and don’t really remember that Buggy’s there half the time.

The next island they visit they actually forget Buggy. Buggy himself doesn’t even realize until hours later, Roger Pirates far away and still unaware of their mistake. Buggy’s devastated, he kinda wanders around the islands small town and into its forest in shock and despair before coming upon a familiar face. A blond marine who he’d met in the town earlier who was now running through the woods. They had a good conversation earlier and all Buggy had really learned was the boys name. Rosinante.

Rosinante takes Buggy back to Sengoku who goes “WAIT A MINUTE” and then declares that Buggy’s been taken in for ransom. Buggy tells them that nobody is going to come for him.

They wait a couple days, then a week, then a couple weeks, finally two whole months go by and nobody’s showed up for Buggy. Sengoku is disturbed by this and does some digging. Apparently a vote to retrieve Buggy was placed and the majority thought it was too much work for the second cabin boy (the add on, the spare, the unpromising backup). There was also info that Roger and the losing side were upset with the polling results but weren’t going to do much about it.

Sengoku decides right there and then he’s gonna see why Roger let Buggy onto his crew in the first place and why they don’t want Buggy back.

And…..

Sengoku has no clue why they wouldn’t want Buggy to return to them. He’s crafty, smart, loyal. He’s a good kid by pirate standards. Clearly a trouble maker but the passion he has for chemistry and science is unmatched. The way he solves puzzles and can worm his way out of any situation socially is insane. His treatment of people around him and of Cora himself (even if it’s special treatment😉) is admirable. Not to mention the boys luck.

Sengoku suspect it’s cause of Buggy’s less upfront way of fighting and actually assessing situations is what put The Rogers off. Buggy may be cowardly but if he really is needed he’ll do his part. Plus his long range weapons (bombs, altered guns) are nothing to sneeze at.

Buggy ends up staying with the marines for a really long time even if in the beginning he said he was going to escape and get far far away from them. Instead staying, training and getting stronger.

Decades later Red Haired Shanks comes face to face with a marine with long blue hair and the nickname Ringmaster.

Okay first of all thank you for writing this.

now right now I’m crying because that’s just fucking sad.

them leaving buggy there and how they decided is disgusting and I’m literally devastated. Poor buggy wanna hug him so bad.

For me Roger here failed as the captain bc who tf cares what the crew thinks. He is the captain and he should have been defending Buggy but he didn’t. In here Ace was right Roger was a monster bc left a child who looked up to him like no one else ever did in a town from nowhere behind. I wonder how shanks reacted.

I kinda wished that- I don’t know if you watched the LA but there Garp is on the Plattform where Roger gets killed. I wish that buggy would arrive the Plattform when Roger finished his speech him thinking he will die with no regrets and with starting the new era but the moment he saw buggy his smile vanished and he knew he could no longer die at peace.

I have two things in mind of what buggy could say

He would smile at roger with a trembling body saying something like: “I hoped you lived a good live “captain”

or

2. He would be cold and saying shit like: “That’s it Gol D. Roger. You and your loved one will pay for your crimes” and he would mean it bc with people who believe in him he would get stronger and have more determination

I’m kinda surprised that Sengoku would take with if we think about what he did to Ace considering that wanted to execute him for being roger son not being the second commander of Whitebeard who was equal to roger. But I do not complain. If I think about it Buggy could be trained by Sengoku and Garp and Tsuru. Sengoku and Garp were also equal to roger. And while Sengoku could teach him to be smarter fight smarter, Garp could train him in strength combat and haki. Tsuru could help him to calm himself down and always keep his cool. So he could be powerful yonko level bc that what actually oda said. If Buggy would take effort he would be yonko level.

You know what a sad part of this is Buggy is the kind of character who gets treated bad by the “good” ones (in here the goal of the main character) but he would not get justice. He would die and maybe the others would regret it but probably not the same episode one person would say “he would want that you hate yourself…” like BITCH OFC HE WOULDNT BUT YOU SHOULD BC YOU DESERVE THAT.

anyways I’m getting of the topic I think Buggy is smart and a sweetheart if you treat him well. He maybe loves treasure in an unhealthy amount and can be a little arrogant but it’s like he is be mean but still would do everything for you if you treat him right. (I also believe that he would not have a pride problem to apologize if he did something wrong but that another thing).

again with the Plattform (I hope it’s Plattform English is not my native’s language) the thing is Shanks would see it. And I think no matter if choice one or two you choose he would be angry…even though he has no right too. But Buggy doesn’t care about shanks…well not anymore bc he has Rosi. While he hadn’t a bad relationship with Shanks his relationship with Rosi is much better. Shanks if not meant to be mean only teased him which lead to the whole crew teasing him and Buggy didn’t like that. I mean I don’t think he had a problem with some teasing bc that normal and fun you know? Everyone does that but they teased him about everything and it kinda hurt bc it gave off the feeling he wasn’t taking seriously at all. That he couldn’t be allowed to be sad or scared…genuinely.

With Rosi it wasn’t like that he got comforted motivated. Instea if being told that “a pirate isn’t allowed to be scared” or “are you hiding again” or “you wouldn’t be scared if you trained harder like shanks” he gets “it’s fine I protect you” or “don’t be scared buggy! Your strong and if anything happens I’m right here” and it helps bc it motivates him and them saying that they believe he is strong wants him to prove that and he doesn’t and he makes mistakes and learns from them and gets better bc that how it should be done

So if Buggy and Shanks would meet after decades Shanks would be furious at Buggy for doing this to their captain. But with just a few sentences Shanks anger turned into guilt

“Roger didn’t want me. He left me and abandoned me. No one wanted me”

So I think Shanks would withdraw and just go with it. But now he would feel emptier. It was one thing not having seen buggy and him officially cutting of the relationship was hard for Shanks but he shouldn’t complain he didn’t say anything when they voted to leave him even if he didn’t want that he could do more. Bc they would listen to him.

Buggy himself would live a good life being a very much known marine (vice admiral) having Rosi by his side (this is a Corazon lives AU) and be happy.

I even think that Luffy would be on Buggy’s side if he heard that story. But still would not stop being a pirate

[doorp]

What started out as theories abt when the main cast died but got silly

Annabel + Lenore ✨

This one is pretty straightforward, there’s these Barbie movie redraws flynn did that shows Annabel and Lenore being caught by “NMPD nevermore police department” , with the year 1901 in the corner, implying that’s when they died and got sent to nevermore

This little 1901 in the corner is interesting on like a meta level to me bc 1. in the original Barbie meme theres no date on the slate thingies, so flynn decided to add that piece of info on her own, and 2. this was just after episode 67 came out (on fp I think) and uh little tidbit, before that episode there was a theory that Theo died in like the 1860s or something based on the logo in the newspaper abt his death, the ny daily tribune, and after episode 67 came out and ira mentioned a ship that wasn’t available for public use until 1899 on the discord we were trying to do mental gymnastics to make the 2 dates work but then red came on like “please we accidentally grabbed the wrong logo it’s meant to read new York tribune not New York daily tribune its fixed now we fixed it please” and then a few days later they streamed doing this piece

Anyway, ira talks about the oceanic, which was “the finest ocean liner in the world” the *largest ocean liner in the world* until 1901

The RMS oceanic had its maiden voyage in September of 1899, at the beginning of fall. Annabel says she arrived in New York a fortnight before meeting Lenore, presumably during the spring. Annabel arrives at lenores house in april/may of 1900, spends six months there, and then leaves around the fall, probably somewhere around September or October. Lenore then spends a few months doing her thing and then arrives at her family’s home in either December 1900 or January 1901, during the winter. HERES where it gets interesting. We can assume that Annabel died in the cold, from her spectres chilling atmosphere and all together appearance of corpse in a freezer. She even has frostbite on her fingers and toes, as well as snowflake like glitter in her veil. We can also assume she died on her wedding day, the way she wears her rings on different hands and her wedding dress in spectre form. So if she died in the cold and on her wedding day, then when was her wedding, and how could it be in winter?

heres my 2 theories

1. Lenore beats Annabel at chess just for funsies fairly quickly after arriving, then they try to elope and get caught by their dads

2. Lenore courts Annabel, wins her hand, and they get engaged. Since engagements usually lasted around 6 months to 2 years, their engagement could have been anywhere from however long it takes Lenore to win at chess to December 1901. If their wedding day was in November/December, that means Lenore got away with pretending to be a man for a whole YEAR and they spent that year just being gay and shit/doing schemes.

I personally like option 2 more bc its just sadder that they did get away w it for a while then ultimately got caught - it would also explain why Annabel is just SO into Lenore, if all she remembers is that year they spent being all sneaky and gay and shit, it would explain how she’s just used to flirting and holding onto Lenore in secret. It would also explain why Annabel assumes Lenore is up to scheming at nevermore. if they eloped a few weeks after they reunited it would still be like yeah that makes sense they are such u haul lesbians, but them becoming sneaky codependent gays ripped from each other on their wedding day just hurts more and makes more sense time/character wise

Duke - 1912, maybe even 1912 specifically, idk

Duke has a coin that’s dated to 1912, and Eulalie says it looks brand new. There’s been arguments about wether or not the coin is actually newly minted, but I don’t think we can say for sure. It might not matter either way- I have a theory that the suit cases the students carry aren’t actually random personal items of interest, but a suitcase they packed right before a pivotal event in their lives. Perhaps Duke does have newly minted coins in his suitcase, but he didn’t actually die in 1912. Also! Duke is implied to be a Houdini like figure, so I imagine he’s not later than the 20s.

Pluto - 1914 ish

Plutos spectre wears a British ww1 military uniform, its debated wether or not the jacket was his dads or his, but regardless he couldn’t have died earlier than 1914. Pluto is named after the cat in the short story called The Black Cat by Edgar Allan poe. In the story a cat named Pluto gets its eye slashed out by its drunken owner, eventually getting hung from a tree by the man. Theres obvious references to the story in Plutos design and shit overall, when he manifests a belt snaps around his neck implying he died from strangulation, his spectre has like, a pluming collar/leash of smoke around its neck, his spectre looks like it’s made of ash kinda (someone described him as a burnt rabbit to me once) which is probably a reference to the part in the story where the man’s house burns down, only 1 wall remaining erect, with the image of a black cat scorched into it. Plutos eye is covered by his hair, he walks into a door frame, he’s got spectre abilities called “blink” and “evil eye” so w Pluto until we get more info it’s no earlier than 1914 if you subscribe to the Pluto went to war theory or no earlier than like, say the 20s? if you subscribe to the Plutos dad was a vet theory

Berenice - 1920s

Shes a flapper, cmon. shes from the 1920s. Look at her. We already know she was run over by a cop car after running from some guy, and I tried to look into where the cop car was from but i didn’t have much luck. mostly just confirmed the era, when I searched cop cars of the 1920s pretty similar images to the one that killed bee show up. A few others I think have looked into it more? but im not completely sure. There’s been a lot of theories about where Berenice is from, I’ve seen Louisiana, Chicago, Harlem (Harlem renaissance specifically) but there’s not a lot of conclusive info about Berenice. we know her pearls were real, in the way they scattered, so she had so have some means of affording them. Pearls are held together on a string, but only real pearls have pieces of metal between the pearls to keep them from rubbing against each other. Bees pearls scatter in long strings, not completely all over the place like fake pearls without that structure would.

Eulalie - 1935

The song Eula sings in her death flashback is a Japanese lullaby that was rediscovered in 1935. Its a popular theory that Eulalies death was a hate crime, a fire started because of hate towards Japanese Americans during ww2. She probably died in the forties in america, I don’t think she died in Hiroshima or Nagasaki, the fire that killed her isnt how atomic bombs would have killed her. The kid she sings to asks if someone started the fire on purpose, so imo it was likely a hate crime.

Morella - 1950s - 70s??

Okay so, Morella. we know the least about her. with will we can guess that he was lower class and stuff, but all we know abt Morella is that she’s Irish. Shepards pie and Guinness is pretty timeless. The reason I say 50s to 70s is bc according to Remigoesinsane the clasp to her locket started to be used around that time! that’s all I have on her tbh, a theory of mine is that she died in a factory accident trying to save someone when the machinery went crazy, but that’s mostly it.

Ada - 1930s

Ada’s clothes in her death flashback match those worn by maids in the 1930s, and the lingerie she wears in the manor also matches lingerie worn in the 30s. It would also make sense for Ada’s character to be from the 30s. That decade was called the “somber thirties” bc of how fucked up the economy was after the stock market crash. It was a major time of economic disparity, and Ada’s obsession with trying to seem upper class elite could stem from not having much when she died. She probably sees nevermore as a blank slate, a place where people will see her as more than just “the help” would also make sense that the man that killed her was a rich guy using his power to take advantage of her and get away with the crime. Especially since the poem, Tamerlane, was from the pov of a rich guy lamenting a relationship he had with a lower class girl named Ada.

Prospero ✨

PROSPERO! prospero drinks espresso with his chosen last meal, which was invented in 1901. I think he died from tuberculosis. For a long time a major cause of death has been tuberculosis. So much so that Victorians made it a beauty standard. A major inspiration of Poe himself was tuberculosis, in the masque of red death, along with the grief he was left with after his wife died from it. It rots your lungs, makes you cough up your bloodied respiratory system until you suffocate in it. In the maze, prospero says he felt queasy, like something was crawling under his skin when he died. When prospero cuts his hand, he says he’s going to be sick, and tells Annabel that he’s afraid of blood. (Probably specifically his own blood bc u know he was feeding people to rats like minutes before that) This, coupled with the imagery of blood pouring out from his plague mask when he says the “queasy, like something was crawling under my skin” line, makes me think his death involved a lot of blood! And as I said before tuberculosis was like really gross and bloody and gory. Furthermore, this quote from the writer is SO interesting

In the poem prosperos namesake is in, the masque of red death, the prince prospero, hiding and ignoring a sickness ravaging his country, decides to host a huge party! Everyone’s having a grand old time, the festivities only pausing when the clock strikes, leaving everyone in a dread filled silence, the party picking up almost immediately after and brushing it off. Eventually the plague does get in though and kill them all because they ignored the feeling of dread.

The prince and the party goers die because the prince is blissfully and willfully ignorant of the disease. Bc their hubris didn’t allow them to see the threat of it. Nevermores prospero, however, is obsessed with staying healthy/hygienic as possible. He wears his gloves even when he eats, hates being touched, almost throws up when he cuts his hand. He hallucinates a thousand dirty hands grabbing him and trying to perform an operation on him with disgusting germy tools. He sees the hand he cut amputated, imagining that the wound got so infected that it had to be removed. He stares in horror at his hand before Ada even makes eye contact with him. My theory is Prospero grew up hearing terrible stories of people dying from infection, disease. He heard of people slowly drowning in their own blood. He decided to take every precaution, he simply wouldn’t allow that to be his fate. After Ada attacks him he tells Annabel “you must think me neurotic” for being so upset over the blood on his hand. This feels, so specific and intentional to me. Not just because Annabel dealt with her anxiety and her dad treating her panic attacks like he did, and this is a whole “omg look they’re bonding” moment, but bc, immediately after he tries to assure her that “im not, you know, im perfectly sane” like shit like this has happened before, where ppl called him neurotic for being that sick at the sight of his own blood, or that obsessed with hygiene. The irony being that, he spent his life obsessing over staying healthy, so much so that people called him neurotic, only to die that slow gory death anyway.

That whole, prospero dying from tb tangent aside tho, how it correlates to the time of his death. He probably died in the early 1900s, the earliest being 1901-1906ish, bc again, that’s when espresso started gaining popularity. My guess is he died around the 20s, ik the tb vaccine came out around the 20s, but people still died of it after and are still dying/contracting it today, and in the 20s there were a lot of Italians emigrating to America, and prospero is so aggressively Italian American (eating espresso and cannoli with chocolate chips for his last meal) that it’d make sense. So woo!

Monty - 1910s

Monty is a cowwwwboyyyyyy. The Wild West pretty much tapered out around the early 1900s. He can’t be that recent. He also mentions calamity Jane so that definitely puts him past the 1800s. He seemed to have a pretty wild life, kicked in the head by a horse, tooth knocked out by a human, tied to train tracks and left for dead after calling the pastors daughter loose. crazy guy crazy time

Will ???

Will is so plain i cannot get a read on where hes from im sorry

obligatory thank you for making it to the end, I barely made it myself, this was sitting in my drafts for weeks before I decided to just get it over with. <<333

[jishyucks]

When the Stars Align — njm

‣ pairing: guard!Jaemin x princess!reader

‣ genre: fluff, royal!au, friends-to-lovers

‣ wc: 2.2k

‣ summary: ❝The stars may seem unreachable, but they have a way of surprising us sometimes❞; In which Jaemin believes that his wish on the stars is absurd 

‣ warnings?: nothing basically, long paragraphs near the end

‣ an: the two songs goodbye. I wasn’t going to add songs but I’ll just keep them there,, anywaysss I wrote this really quick bc I wanted to post something so it might not be my best,, but I honestly still think it’s cute (●'◡'●) also pls ignore the whack title pic for this I might change it later,,, pls enjoy!

‣ tags: @mosviqu @flowerjun

[Songs] A Starry Night in Apollo Bay — RINI | I See the Light — Tangled

Every night that Jaemin was on duty, he always made a single wish upon both the stars that continued to twinkle and those that had long faded away.

His wish wasn’t special, nor was it ordinary—he simply wished for there to be a shift in the stars, one that only he could recognize. 

It started out as a joke he made to himself, a way to alleviate the monotony of gazing at the same sky night after night. Sure, the sky was undeniably beautiful, but when he initially made the wish, he was hoping he’d see something different, like a planet with more prominence, maybe a shooting star, or perhaps even a supermoon. 

However, everything changed when he met you by chance one evening. His wish took on a different significance—that maybe the stars would align themselves in such a way that your feelings would mirror his own.

If that was even possible, Jaemin scoffed at his own thought. He was nothing but a guard. A junior guard at that. Why would someone like you, the princess, consider him in that way when you had your pick of suitors at your beck and call?

The corners of Jaemin’s mouth turn downward at the thought. It wasn’t the hardest thought to swallow, but it still hurt nonetheless. These were his own emotions, ones that he shouldn’t have even developed in the first place. Yet here he was, wallowing in the fact that you might only see him as a friend.

As he let his head fall back, Jaemin gazed up at the night sky he had practically befriended. The constellations were like old friends, ones he knew almost as well as he knew himself.

It was peaceful outside of the castle. In fact, it was so peaceful that he almost forgot that there were people inside of the building celebrating the Queen’s birthday. If he listened carefully, he could hear the music being played. But other than that, it truly doesn’t seem like a party was happening at all.  

With his eyes closed, Jaemin readied himself to make the same wish he had been making for the past year, clearing his mind until only the wish and thoughts of you occupied it.

I wish that—

“Are you sleeping standing up?”

Jaemin’s wish is interrupted by the sound of your voice. He turns to find you, standing in the dress you personally chose for the occasion. He remembers you going on about it a few weeks ago, stuck choosing between dark and pastels. 

The word beautiful was the first thing that entered Jaemin’s mind. You looked beautiful. So beautiful that you made Jaemin’s breath hitch at the back of his throat. But he quickly rids that thought. 

“Y/N,” he counters, “What are you doing out here?”

Jaemin hopes you don’t hear the way his heart is pounding against his rib cage. And if you do, he hopes you mistake it for the music playing inside. 

“I wanted to get some air,” you shrug nonchalantly, “And I wanted to see you.” You find a nice clean spot on the steps leading down and onto the long driveway before sitting down. You turn to Jaemin expectantly, but when he doesn’t quite get your signal, you gesture for him to join you, “Come sit.”

“I can’t,” Jaemin frowns, “I’m on duty.” 

You mirror his expression, but you add furrowed brows, “This is an order.” 

Jaemin huffs. Despite it being his job to serve your family, he hates it when you use your position to coax him into situations like this. He hesitantly makes his way over to you. Sitting down just a few inches away from you. He's unsure of how to position himself, his body sitting up stiff and straight beside yours.

Turning to look at Jaemin and seeing the way he’s quite literally sitting like he has a stick shoved up his ass, you can’t help but laugh. Shuffling over, you elbow him on the side, “Hey, relax a little bit.”

He lets out another deep sigh, but he nods and allows himself to drop his shoulders. Jaemin honestly had no idea why he was being so self-conscious right now. He wasn’t usually like this. But maybe it was because you basically caught him making a wish that was about you. 

Jaemin tries to shake the nerves out of his system. “It’s the Queen’s birthday, you should be inside.” 

Your face contorts into an unreadable expression. You shake your head and groan, “As much as I love my mom, I hate being surrounded by all those people.” 

“Those people?” Jaemin prompts.

“The wealthy, the royals, the people who hold titles they don’t deserve,” you list under your breath. Jaemin hums, “Aren’t you royalty?” 

You roll your eyes, “Yeah, but I’m not insane like a majority of them, and you of all people should know that.” You straighten your legs so that they’re stretched out in front of you. Jaemin does the same.

“Fair point.” Jaemin completely understands. From the conversations he’s overheard, the Queen strongly dislikes half the people she even invited, but had no choice due to their title, “But you really would rather be out here than in there?” 

Jaemin knows damn well that you’re an extrovert and somebody who actually likes big celebrations like the one happening today. 

You nod, “You’re out here so… yes.”

Jaemin tries to pay no mind to what you just said because he knows there’s absolutely no way that there’s any other meaning to it. Obviously you’d be bored without him… you two were each other’s best friend. Jaemin can only imagine having to attend a big party without a friend. 

“What?” A stupid response, but Jaemin genuinely did not know how to respond to that. He looks over at you in anticipation of a response. He can see your eyes moving back and forth, trying to dig out a reply that would make sense. 

“I would… honestly want to be wherever you are, Jaemin-ie.” You reach over to poke his shoulder, “I can really be myself with you.” You try to make it sound not as serious as it actually was. This was basically a platonic confession, something that you’ve never told him before. 

Jaemin’s still in denial that you actually prefer being with him. He doesn’t see himself as anything special, so why do you seem to genuinely like his company? 

“But… you belong inside with all those people,” Jaemin starts, “Not because you’re similar to them, because like you said a lot of them are snobs… but… you’re a princess, Y/N. You’re next in line to rule this place! And… ” 

You know where he’s trying to get at despite his lack of words. “Who’s to say where I belong besides me… I like it out here!” you declare confidently. Then you pause and tap your heels against the pavement beneath your feet, “What if I belong out here, and with you?” 

The question hangs in the air and Jaemin can’t quite piece together what you’re implying. He doesn’t want to jump to conclusions, “Y-you’re just saying nonsense at this point… Are you drunk?” Jaemin leans over to look you in the eye as if this would confirm his suspicions. 

You laugh, pushing him away, and confess, “I’m a little tipsy. But! But I’m sober enough to know what I’m saying.” 

Jaemin narrows his eyes. “Yeah, sure you are.”

And your eyes do the opposite, widening until your eyeballs are bulging out of their sockets, “I am!” You gently hit his shoulder, “I’m sober! I barely drank. Did I seem drunk when I came out?”

Pressing his lips into a taut line, Jaemin thinks of a way to prove that what you were saying was because you were intoxicated. He can’t process your last question—and with you?—what was that supposed to mean? 

“Walk in a straight line for me right now.” 

Knowing that Jaemin’s not going to stop until you prove that you’re sober, you groan and stand up, making your way to the edge of a stair. You prepare yourself, lining your feet one in front of the other and hiking up the skirt of your dress to make them visible to Jaemin. With ease, you walk in the straightest line you’ve ever walked, “See? I’m sober.”

Jaemin has no other choice but to believe you, “But what about—”

“Are you not listening to me?” you huff, cutting Jaemin off before he can complete his sentence. You can already anticipate what he's about to say. “I can’t stand any of them!” You make your way back to Jaemin and settle down in your previous spot. He observes your actions, waiting for you to provide more context before he can respond. 

“You know… that feeling when you’ve been underwater for too long? The pressure building up in your head?” 

Jaemin nods, “Yes.”

“Well…” you continue, “Being with you is like… finally being able to float back up to the surface to breathe.” Then you add, “I honestly don’t know how I’m going to survive without you, Jaemin.” 

Jaemin’s heart is knocking against his ribcage. Are you saying…

“Would it be ridiculous if I said I have feelings for you?” 

Jaemin’s afraid to turn and look at you. He can feel your heavy gaze resting comfortably on his cheekbone. Your eyes trace his side profile, and he can sense the tension building in the silence as you wait for his response to your impulsive confession. Your palms grow sweaty while you wait for his answer to your impulsive confession. 

“Me?” Another stupid response. 

“You.”

Jaemin shakes his head, clearly in disbelief. “But—”

"Jaemin," you stop him, frustration creeping into your tone, "Are you going to keep questioning my feelings instead of giving me a real reply?" Your impatience is evident, and you're looking for a genuine response from him.

Jaemin picks at his cuticles and lets himself word his reply properly. You give him time, but the more time Jaemin spends on formulating an answer, the greater your anxiety grows. You didn’t want to ruin your friendship with Jaemin. What if your impulsiveness did just that?

After what felt like forever, Jaemin finally speaks up, “On nights like these, I talk to the moon about you to pass time…” Jaemin keeps his eyes trained at his feet, his voice filled with vulnerability. “And to the stars… I’ve been… wishing on every single one of them… that maybe you’d like me back simply because it seemed so impossible.” He swallows hard before finally turning to look at you, his eyes filled with sincerity. "Do you know why I thought that?"

You shake your head.

"Y/N, you can have anyone, and I'm not even exaggerating!" He exclaims, "The number of suitors I've seen prance into the castle, all hoping to win your hand in marriage or even just one date down in the city? It's countless… And imagine my thoughts when you rejected all of them. I believed I had no chance with you because you rejected all these men that seemed to suit you perfectly…”

His words hang in the air, heavy with the weight of his emotions. Jaemin continues, “When I started developing these feelings for you, I told myself to never get my hopes up because I’m just one junior guard and you’re a princess…” Jaemin sucks air through pursed lips and lets his head fall forward. 

“That’s why I keep questioning your feelings, Y/N,” He concludes, “I know I shouldn’t even be doing so because you’re your own person, but it’s so hard for me to believe this is real. That your feelings are real…” With one final look at you, Jaemin finally gives you his response, “So to answer your question—yes, it’s ridiculous, but it’s ridiculous to me and not in the way you think it is.”

You nod, his answer bittersweet, “It’s like the stars you’ve been wishing on.” 

Jaemin’s ears perk up, “Hmm?”

“They may seem unreachable, but they have a way of surprising us sometimes,” you snort. You let your head fall back to gaze up at the stars, the brighter ones catching your attention. "Jaemin," you continue, your voice filled with sincerity, "I really do like you. I want you to know that."

Jaemin's heart races at your words, his entire body warming with reassurance and anticipation. Acting on impulse, he gently reaches over to hold your hand. It’s not the first time he’s held your hand, but this time feels different. “I… really like you too, princess.” Your hand tightens around his, and the two of you fall into a comfortable silence, letting the night air engulf the both of you. 

As Jaemin tilts his chin up for the second time tonight, his eyes finally catch a proper sight of the constellations he’s wished upon for who knows how long. He can name a few—the Dippers, and if he looks off to the side he can see Orion and Taurus. 

All of it feels achingly familiar to Jaemin... yet tonight, there was something about the sky that set it apart from the others. He couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was, nor if a change truly had occurred—he can just feel it. 

But with your hand nestled in his, and your synchronizing heartbeats, Jaemin honestly couldn’t care less what the change was. 

Because, somehow, it feels as if the heavens have shifted.

As if the stars have granted his wishes.

That you reciprocated his feelings.

And, at this moment, that's all that truly mattered to him.

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[lethalrexie]

so a lil bout me if anyone wants to be moots: (i also have a backup in case i lose this acct, it’s the same username but the “e” in lethal is 3)

you 1,000% do not need to read all of this, however i truly think it is super helpful considering i was raised by a dietitian.

im pro-recovery JUST BY CHOICE NOT FORCE. so PLS JUST BLOCK DONT REPORT. we all have backups and backups for our backups. so it’s pointless. you’re breaking up a community where we get support. so fvck u if u report.

my “rexie tips n tricks” losing weight healthily yada yada yada is below the cut if you’re interested!

cw: 180lxs 81kg (i know it got out of hand 🥲)

gw: 130lxs 58kg (doing everything i can to get here by christmas)

ugw: not sure, just wanna see my b0nes. maybe 111lxs (50kg)? (gimme that angel number baybeee)

lw: 145lxs 65kg

so basically, if you do these things i can guarantee you 100% will lose weight. if you’ve plateaued, if you’re just starting out, if you’re trying to take it slow after relapsing, even if you’re petite and need a metab boost to start loosing lxs again, i’m not saying it’s good to be apart of this community but im along this ride w ya so. here u go.

1. keep your e@ting window as small as possible aka eat to live don’t live to eat (the r3xie motto 🤪). i’m f@sting minimum 16:8 and i try to extend that. but major thing is don’t beat yourself up if you can’t make it 16hrs and be happy the days you can make it longer!! esp if your just starting out.

2. stay low c@l. i’m trying my best to stay under 500 c@l/day. and consume that how it works for you. if five 100 c@l snacks over 8 hrs work best some days that’s ok. if OMAD works best, great! my mom is a dietitian and i promise, eating a little of each food group (dairy, carb ik scary, protein, veg & fruit) will help your metab which in the long run will help you l0se more weight. sometimes just having one protein bar mid day works 4 me. others i need a full meal. fuel your body or you will burn muscle which leads to organ damage.

3. don’t do LONG term fasts. i’d say up to a week with heavy liquids is okay. and not just water, incorporate broths, mio, even sugar free jello is good (if it’s clear typically it’s ok) but long term fasts can lower your metabolism, deplete electrolytes, and sodium, which long term is going to bloat you, keep weight on (or make you gain it back quickly), and overall make you feel like shit (which could lead to hospitalization)

4. don’t eat refined sugar or refined foods. do literally AS MUCH AS YOU CAN to eat sugar free and whole foods. i have a major sweet tooth so i turn to sugar free jello/pudding, sf caramels, halo top ice cream if i REALLY need it. otherwise i do sweet fruits and veggie based substitutions for carbs. i use cauliflower rice, zucchini noodles, or there’s these great hearts of palm noodles.

5. eat tons of fiber!! laxatives will help momentarily, consistent fiber will keep your 💩 regular thus keeping your body from holding onto it aka extra lxs. i add unflavored benefiber to a lot of my drinks (the flavored ones have added sugar). i honestly could promise you that fiber will help with shedding !bs.

6. drink as much water as you possibly can. yes you can become over-hydrated so add electrolytes or legit just a lil salt to your water here n there. but your body is going to retain water (!bs), and bloat if you are dehydrated. #1 thing to remember is you are depleting your body of what it wants. finding a way to basically trick it makes it easier and quicker to lose fat.

7. stay distracted! discipline and hunger may hurt now, regret and guilt are going to hurt 50x worse later. a grumbly tummy is not worth it. get some motivational phrases, tactics, distractions, that work for you and RELY ON THEM. water, i use mio in mine when i’m desperate, gum, diet soda, bubbly water, reading, tv, ANYTHING. i have other reblogs with some good motivational tactics. i also look at th!nspø as well as pics of my own body multiple times per day to keep me on track. YOU ARE NOT ALWAYS GOING TO BE MOTIVATED SO YOU MUST BE DISCIPLINED. i repeat that to myself 100000 times a day.

8. incorporate foods/drinks that speed up your metab. coffee, green tea, spicy foods (pepper, cayenne pepper), cinnamon, B12 there’s sooo many. and this goes hand in hand with making sure you’re getting your vitamins. picking up a general multivitamin will help make it so your body doesn’t want to cling onto every last cal it’s fed.

9. exercise if you are mentally & physically able to. i have some other limiting factors which make me unable to go to the gym or get as many steps in as id like. an avg day is 2k-5k steps for me rotting on the couch. i PROMISE like 100% money back guarantee (srry bad joke i swear im not a damn ana coach 🙄) your diet is 1,000,000x more important than any exercise you’re going to get in. exercise will help with toning so i try to get some laying ones done on the couch but dude you burn calories just existing. so if you eat lower than that which is 1k-2k (you can look it up it’s your TDEE) you will lose weight. it may be slightly slower than if you walked 20k steps/day or worked out 5 hrs every day but give it time.

literal str8 up proof of this^^^ is my father. he’s a gym junkie like going every morning at 4am (insanity but not my kind), but was eating a lot, and garbage. high carb and sugar intake. and even though he was working out A TON with a lot of steps/day he was gaining fat. he came to me and i told him str8 up to eat less and stop treating his body like a dumpster. eat healthier. homie is shedding lxs.

so besides all that, if you wanna be moots ill probs just vent and post th!nspø

SORRY IM A CERTIFIED YAPPER

[all-about-kyu]

Summary: You’ve been on hiatus with Jaemin for a while now. Your daughter was born just over five months ago, and you can’t help but miss your fans. Pairing: Jaemin x fem!reader Tropes: idol au, established relationship au, parent au Genre: fluff Warning: pregnancy (not yn), Taeyong’s a bit anxious, body image issues, mentions of breastfeeding, mentions of Taeil’s injury Word Count: 2,334 Note: I know that SAMLFY has been over for 2 years, bUT I MISS THEM!! Happy blog anniversary! The female unit songs are æspa songs <3 (this takes place between epilogue 2 and 3) thank you to @anyamaris and @wooahaeproductions for beta reading this!!

Before You Interact

“Czennie!” Johnny calls out, “Did you have fun?”

You hear the roars of your fans from backstage. You’ve been on hiatus since your fourth month of pregnancy. Jaemin, of course, went on hiatus with you. He said the thought of you just sitting around your home by yourself drove him wild, knowing he could be helping you out. The two of you have been on hiatus for a full year. While you love relaxing at home with your husband and daughter, you miss seeing your members more often than once a week. The exception, of course, is your brother and Mark, who come over nearly every day.

You feel Jaemin lean his head onto your shoulder. His eyes are fixated on your five-month-old. Hoyeon happily makes babbling noises as if she’s having a full conversation with her father. Jaemin chuckles and responds to her whenever she pauses. You look away from the duo for a moment to see Doyeon resting on a nearby couch. She’s exhausted, and honestly, you can’t blame her. She’s seven months pregnant and very ready to be done sharing her body. You remember when you were tired of sharing and just wanted to hold your little girl in your arms. 

“You sure about this?” Taeyong asks softly.

“I’m sure. I’m not going to break at walking. Walking on the stage won’t induce my labor, I still have two more months; Sangha is safe, and so am I.” His fiancée chuckles, holding his hand in hers.

Taeyong turns his gaze toward you, Jaemin, and Hoyeon. His eyes twinkle when your daughter giggles at him.

“Are you two sure, too?”

You give him a soft smile, passing Hoyeon to Jaemin. Walking up to Taeyong, you give him a short hug and you can practically feel the nerves radiating off of him.

You pull away and give him that same soft but confident look. “We’ll be okay. We’ve posted a few photos with her and have security just in case. You’ve been so worried about us long before we had her. I promise everything will be okay.” You reassure.

Jaemin gets up and kisses your temple when he reaches you. He only adds small comments to help soothe Taeyong’s worries further. With Doyeon starting her final trimester, he’s become more worrisome than he was before. You know it’s all coming from a good place. You do wish he would relax a little bit, though.

Doyeon gets up and walks over to a stagehand. Your eyebrows furrow together not sure what she’s up to. Her left hand is resting on her belly. Her engagement ring glints in the lights of the room. The young man nods and walks away. When he returns, he has a handheld mic in his hand. Doyeon happily takes it from him. You swear Taeyong’s eyes go as wide as saucers. He doesn’t intervene, though. You both watch as she digs through her bag and finds a box you all know well. It’s her in-ears.

“What are you up to?” Taeyong finally asks.

“What does it look like?” Doyeon responds, fixing her in-ears. “The staff knows, the members don’t. I wanted to surprise them. I brought your in-ears, too, if you want them. Jaemin, y/n,  I may or may not have asked your manager to grab yours, too.” She tells you as if she’s speaking about the weather.

Jaemin gives you a look. You know it well. He knows you’re about to join your older friend in her plan. You smile at him brightly and kiss Hoyeon’s cheek. Skipping toward your manager, you hold your hand out. He already knows what you’re asking for, and a moment later, your in-ears are in your hand. You hear the very familiar tune of one of the female unit songs. You know that Chenguang is covering Doyeon’s part while Juliette is covering yours. You’re happy for her. You know she doesn’t get many lines, so to have her covering your parts makes you happy on her behalf.

Doyeon nudges you and nods toward the stage entrance, “You ready to scare the shit out of Rose when we walk on that stage?”

“I hope so.”

“You don’t need to feed Hoyeon before we go on?”

You shake your head, “I fed her a little bit ago.”

“Let’s do this.” She says with determination.

A small bubble of anxiety grows inside you. You haven’t been on a stage in a year. Your body definitely isn’t what it was before your pregnancy. Looking back at your husband, you search for some reassurance. He gives you a small smile, takes Hoyeon’s chubby hand, and makes her motion to cheer you on. That’s enough to quell your anxiety. You fix your in-ears one last time and link arms with Doyeon. Your older friend gives you a sweet smile before the two of you start walking. 

Once you arrive at the side of the stage, you stay hidden from the others. They’re currently performing Illusion. That’s a song neither you nor Doyeon are in any condition to perform. You went on hiatus a month after the album release, and Doyeon is far too pregnant to perform that choreography. Watching the girls perform only makes you want to jump right in and join them despite hardly remembering the choreo.

“I can feel the excitement radiating off of you.” Doyeon teases.

“I missed this.” You admit, “I’ve been off stage for too long.”

Doyeon scrunches her nose at you, “We both have. We were so used to the ‘go go go’ lifestyle that neither of us knew how to sit still for this long. I mean, look at me. I’m seven months pregnant and about to walk on stage.”

“You’re going to give Taeyong a heart attack, you know that?”

She giggles and nods, “We’re gonna wait for them to finish this up, and when it comes to our lines in ICU, we’ll walk out.”

You nod and watch as the rest of the members wrap up the song— your heart pounds in your chest. Your in-ears cancel out the sound of the audience; your member’s voices are clear in your ear along with the metronome as you hear Kaia belt out the last line. The lights fade out while they break out of formation to start walking around the stage for the second song. Yuki’s voice fills your ears as she starts singing the song’s first line. She’s crouched down, waving at fans as she sings. Kaia and Alice are playing around as they walk around the stage, also interacting with fans as they goof around. Chenguang, Rose, and Juliette are all wandering around, admiring the crowd as they wait for their turns to sing.

Your line grows closer, and you take a deep breath. You look over at Doyeon and see her reaching out for your hand and squeezing it tight before standing up. You start to sing before you and Doyeon are visible on the stage. Juliette jumps, not having expected to hear your voice. She whips around and sees you walking up to her with Doyeon in tow. Your member continues to sing as she walks toward you. She’s fighting back tears when she reaches out, and you take her hand. You sing your line with her. The others process what’s happened and rush over to the three of you. Chenguang practically throws herself into Doyeon’s arms as she lets her tears flow. Her lines are completely abandoned, and instead, Doyeon takes it up on herself to sing them. Yuki wraps her arm around your waist and walks around with you as she sings. Rose joins you and Yuki a moment later, wrapping her arm around your other side. Kaia and Alice stay by Doyeon. Your heavily pregnant friend likely doesn’t want to walk too much, and you can’t blame her. When the song wraps up, the eight of you meet up on the main stage and form a large group hug.

Again, the lights fade out. None of you move, though. Of course, the six members not on hiatus are in shock. Doyeon’s pregnancy hormones finally smacked her in the face, causing her to sob despite everyone else’s crying dwindling down to sniffles.

“Why didn’t you tell us you were–” Rose cuts off her own question.

“I had no part of this. It was all Doyeon. I found out right before walking onto this stage.” You chuckle.

The male members don’t take long to file on stage for the encore. Almost immediately, you get the air knocked out of you. Your twin brother practically body-slams you with a hug. He quietly asks if his niece is here; you nod subtly against his shoulder. You hear Johnny open up the encore song, Beautiful. You stay wrapped up in your brother’s arms. When you pull away, you feel a hand graze against your shoulders. You turn to see Mark smiling at you.

“Hey, stranger.” He jokes, “Having seen you in a bit.”

“You were at my house yesterday.” you chuckle.

“I mean on stage.” He adds.

You nod, “I missed this.”

You hear Doyeon singing just as beautifully as always despite the shortness of breath you know she’s been experiencing in the later months of her pregnancy. Starting to walk around, you meet the members on stage again, smiling brightly and playing around as you sing. You didn’t expect to hear Taeyong’s voice flood the speakers. You turn around and see him walking out, singing his verse of the song. He immediately gravitates toward his fiancée and bumps his head lightly against hers. You know that Jaemin likely won’t walk on stage. He wouldn’t leave Hoyeon with anyone, even your manager, for more than five minutes. As you watch the audience and your members, you feel yourself overcome with emotion. Small tears spring from your eyes, but you wipe them away.

The song ends, and Taeyong calls the twenty of you to the main stage. He practically screams out for czennies. He missed them just as much as you, Jaemin, and Doyeon did. He leads the group introduction, relieving Johnny of his temporary leader position for the time being. 

“Czennie!” Taeyong yells again, “I missed you all so much. I know our members have been doing amazing with Doyeon, Jaemin, y/n, and me on hiatus. With Taeil’s injury added, our members did such an incredible job tonight.”

You smile, watching him smile brightly at the audience while holding Doyeon close to him. The other members start doing their ending ments, and you chuckle lightly when Alice teases you and Doyeon for scaring everyone in the midst of performing. You stay quiet and allow the members to speak. You do wish that Taeil could be here as well, but you’d much rather he rest and heal instead.

“My turn?” You question, “Well, hello, everyone! It’s been far too long!” You stop and hear the fans’ cheers for you. “I’ve been trying to keep you all updated a bit on my social media, but being a mom is definitely a full-time job.” You giggle, “I’ve missed you all so much, and I know-”

You get cut off by the sound of babbling over the speaker. Twenty heads snap to the side stage. Jaemin is walking up with Hoyeon. She has sound-cancelling headphones over her small head to ensure her hearing is safe. Somehow, your manager overprepares for the things that may never happen. In this case, you’re very thankful he overprepared. You take your daughter from Jaemin and kiss her little face. Jaemin smiles sweetly at the pair of you.

“Czennie,” You speak into the mic, “Welcome our first NCT baby!”

Knowing some people would abuse the information, you don’t say her name. None of the members meant to be on hiatus are done up for the concert. Jaemin is in a black T-shirt with a light jacket over it and a pair of ripped jeans. Still, he looks devastatingly handsome. Hoyeon’s eyes are wide as she takes in the rather overstimulating surroundings. Her eyes fixate on you, then Jaemin. Suddenly, though, your daughter squirms in your hold and reaches out behind you. She sees her uncle. Donghyuck happily reaches out to her and steals her from your arms. 

The other members continue their ments as Hyuck busies himself, entertaining Hoyeon. Still, she squirms again, reaching out past him. Just behind him is an oblivious Jisung. He’s talking with fans quietly, but your daughter has her mind set on the youngest member. Xiaojun nudges Jisung and points toward your five-month-old. Awkwardly, Jisung takes her, fixing her headphones when they shift. She immediately tries to eat his mic, which is fixated in front of his mouth. The action results in a loud coo sounding through the arena. Yangyang busts out laughing when your baby interrupts Renjun’s ment.

Soon enough, Hoyeon turns her head around trying to find you again. You pull your phone just far enough out of your pocket to check the time. It’s time for her to be fed again. Jaemin glances over at you and has a silent conversation. He knows it’s time to go, too. You walk over to Jisung, who is still fighting to keep his clothes out of Hoyeon’s mouth, to retrieve your daughter. The youngest quickly passes her back to you. Taeyong seems to get the hint, and since all the members have done their closing ments, he leads the final bow. You carefully join, making sure to keep Hoyeon supported and safe. Both you and Jaemin step closer to the edge of the stage and wave to fans before exiting with the others. 

It’s been a while since you’ve been on stage, but you know you’ll never tire of it. For now, though, you’ll focus on your little one. When the time comes, you’ll return to the stage and continue where you left off.

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Raven and Hank’s stolen moment together in the DOFP Rogue Cut is one of the most romantic and beautiful scenes in the series, and it really deserves to be talked about more.

It’s such an important conversation for them to have, as it shows how they really feel about each other and allows them to gain a new perspective of their last conversation that drove them apart. And the phenomenal chemistry between Jennifer Lawrence and Nicholas Hoult only adds to the scene’s power.

The scene conveys that even a full 10 years later, they still remember things they said to each other. That’s really meaningful. Just like Charles and Erik, these two also haven’t forgotten each other in all this time, and reconnect as if hardly any time has passed.

Also, the scene is the first time they kiss in their true forms. They both stop hiding and open their souls to each other by just being themselves in front of one another. He brings out all the kindness and compassion in her that Charles always knew was there, and in turn, she makes him comfortable enough to be his real self.

But my favorite thing about the scene is when he tells her “I think you’re beautiful.” This is such an important confession on his part because it heals the rift he unintentionally caused back in First Class, when he said “my feet and your natural blue form will never be deemed beautiful.” She was understandably hurt by this. But here he gets to clarify and confirm his true feelings. He said what he said before because (1) he felt a kinship with her as they both had physical mutations, (2) just by her wearing a human face, he knew she shared his body-image insecurities on some level, and (3) he was continuing to project his own insecurity onto her, even as she was starting to come around to the idea of embracing her real appearance. It was definitely the wrong thing for him to say, but he mends things in this Rogue Cut scene. He said she would never “be deemed beautiful” by the rest of society, but this comment never reflected what he himself felt about her. He has always considered her to be beautiful. Now that he realizes just how comfortable she is in her own skin, he’s finally able to separate his own insecurities from hers, and thus, accept and admit his attraction to her true form. And thus she gets closure, now knowing his words from before did not come from his heart. He does in fact love her for who she is, just as she does him.

Then as the scene ends, she reminds him he should be “mutant and proud.” This is where Raven first truly steps away from her original path and toward the “better path” that she will ultimately show the world, with Charles’ guidance. She continues to peacefully encourage Hank to accept himself the way she now accepts herself. She has grown significantly from the last time they spoke, and now she is confident enough in herself to pass on that confidence to him.

Which adds enormous weight and significance to Hank’s appearance in the happy future that Logan wakes up to. Hank is indeed now “mutant and proud.” Because of his beloved Raven.

It’s a gorgeous scene, through and through, that shows what real love is: Compassion. Acceptance. Being with a person who is your safe space, with whom you can be honest about your fears and your hopes. Seriously, Hank/Beast and Raven/Mystique’s relationship deserves more love from this fandom. It may not be perfect, but no relationship is. With this scene added back into the film, the connection between them is solidified as a strong and beautiful and pure one. They make each other better; they complete each other. I will forever ship them.

(And this scene also parallels Cherik’s moment on the plane in a way. In both scenes, the two couples haven’t seen each other in a decade, yet clearly neither have stopped thinking about the other in all that time, and resume their intimate conversations rather easily … indicating that - in a movie about time, no less - time has not dulled the love that either of these couples share.)

[apotodiplodocus]

YOU'RE MY IDOL! Ch.4

Bet you guys never thought you'd see the day when I update again haha, love you all 💗❤️

By the time Saturday rolls around, Gyutaro has drafted and deleted 18 texts trying to cancel the meet up. He's nervous to a sickening degree but can't bring himself to cancel because he'll get to look at you all day and talk to you, maybe convince you to keep talking to him afterwards. Part of him is worried your reputation will be damaged, but then he thinks about how excited you were for the rides and decides, who cares if others don't like you? He'll like you enough to make up for it.

In the morning, Ume bursts into his room disregarding that he's just in boxers and rifling through his closet. She ignores him yelling at her to get out and his questions. Throwing some clothes onto his legs.

"Wear these. They're your most presentable clothes." She gestures to the clothes on his lap. They're probably the least punk clothes he owns, a simple dark blue t-shirt and dark ripped jeans. He simply stares at her, clearly demanding an explanation.

"Yes, Ma'am." He drawls sarcastically and watches her saunter out of the room. She leaves his door open, so he stands and shuts it himself, muttering angrily to himself. He hops in the shower, washes himself once, then twice and debates a third time but recognises if he scrubs anymore, he may just take his skin off. He quickly towels off and dresses, but adds some jewellery and chains, feeling too naked without them. Ume scoffs when she once again attempts to burst down his door again.

“Really? Whatever, she must see something in you anyway, so I guess I’ll allow it.” She smirks at him and passes him a box. From the outside it looks like a chocolate box, too fancy for the pocket money he gives her. He raises his eyebrows at her in a silent question.

“What? You’re not the only one with light fingers, mind, I’m just less of a klepto. Oh, and I’m not going today, I’m sick.” She fakes a cough then sticks her tongue out at him. Gyutaro freezes.

“What the fuck Ume? I can’t go by myself that’s weird! She might think I’m trying to make it a date!” He complains, Ume just shrugs.

“That’s why you’re gonna tell her I’m sick. Oh! Don’t think for a second I’m doing this for free, I’m missing out on rollercoasters for this. You. Owe. Me.” She saunters away, bidding him goodbye. She slams her door and plays her music, a very loud way to say she’s done with him for now.

Gyutaro tucks away the box for now and gets his shoes on. When checking a nearby clock he sees that he’s managed to be ready an hour and a half early. He grunts in annoyance, being all dressed up with nowhere to go.

For about half an hour, he stress cleans the kitchen, until he hears a beep from his phone. He thinks nothing of it and finishes scrubbing the sink, eventually getting to his phone 10 minutes later when he sees he got text messages from you and his heart drops to his feet.

8:27

Hey Gyutaro! So, funny story, I got a bit excited and I’m waiting outside :)

8:32

Gyutaro? You there?

8:35

Pleeeease don’t tell me you’ve overslept?

8:37

: ((

8:38

Shit! Coming now.

Gyutaro quickly grabs his things, including the box and rushes out the door, just about remembering to lock it. When he turns the corner from his apartment complex and spots you again for the first time, Gyutaro can’t tell if his heart has stopped beating or is beating too fast to feel it. His step falters when you spot him and smile that radiant smile, the one he regularly stares at in your photocard and he must catch himself. You call him over and Gyutaro struggles to keep his eyes on yours, rather than your outfit which somehow makes you seem even more attractive to him. He’s sure his face is tinged pink but fights it back to not appear like a creep.

“Hi, Gyutaro! I’m so excited for the amusement park… Wait, where’s Ume?” You look behind him and around.

“Oh, she’s um… She’s sick, she only told me this morning, sorry. We can cancel if you want, I know it might be uncomfortable to walk around with a weird guy.” He nonchalantly puts himself down and is just waiting for your agreement to turn and walk back to the house to wallow.

“Oh! No! I still want to go; I’d love to spend the day with you.” You realise what you’ve said after it’s already out there and Gyutaro sees you turn red before you can turn away and fights against becoming hopeful. He pays special attention to you when you tuck your hair behind your ear, noticing the nice nail polish and the couple of rings on your fingers. Gyutaro purses his lips and breathes in and out to calm himself down, unclenching his fists and all. When you turn back around you usher him to start walking down the street, but he stops you before you get too far.

“Why walk?” He grins and turns toward a car park underneath the apartment complex. Perplexed, you follow him, dusting imaginary lint off your clothes quickly, the last thing you wanted was to look messy in front of the man who possibly saved your life. It’s during this relatively short walk that you decide to try and let go of that thought. You could be grateful of course! You would forever be so thankful he came along but if you did ever pursue him, you didn’t want there to be an awkward power dynamic of saviour and damsel. You just wanted it to be you and him.

The silence of you coming to the realisation you’ve subconsciously been wanting a long term with Gyutaro has him concerned. Are you always this quiet? Is he intimidating you? He’s been told he has a scary mug before, was that something he should be concerned about? His thoughts start to spiral when his mind settles on one stubborn idea. Who gives a shit? He knows not to expect anything, he’s told himself this for years, why was it suddenly an issue now? (He knows full well why but doesn’t want to admit it). He huffs to himself in frustration.

“Are you OK?” You ask tentatively, following close.

“Hm? Oh, yeah.” He replies trying to play it cool.

“Are you sure? If you don’t want to go, we don’t have to… I want to go, especially with you but I’m not going to drag you along! If you want, we can just reschedule to when Ume isn’t sick, I won’t be mad, I promise.” You ramble on and all Gyutaro can focus on is the way your hair and eyes shine, even in the horrific lighting of the car park.

“No! It’s not that. Just have a lot on my mind. But it doesn’t matter, come on, get on.” You smile in relief and for the first time notice he’s referring to a motorbike. It’s clean, a little old but it looks thrilling all the same.

“Oh wow! Is that yours?” You exclaim, absentmindedly taking the helmet he offers you. Gyutaro smirks at your interest in his bike.

“Yeah, has been for about a year. Piece of crap, but its mine.” He grins, gently kicking the bike and affixing his own helmet.

“I have always wanted to try riding!” Gyutaro makes an effort to ignore that remark, clearing his throat. He gets on first and holds the bike steady for you to climb on behind him, when he has yet another realisation, the front of you will be pressed against him for a whole ten to fifteen minutes. He brushes off the feeling of his heart dropping to his feet as best he can and diverts the nervous energy into revving the bike and setting off.

During the ride, you chatter away talking about the last time you went to a theme park, what you had for dinner, how excited you’ve been. It calms Gyutaro’s nerves that you don’t seem to feel awkward, listening to you with an interest usually only reserved for Ume. At some point Gyutaro forgets your holding onto his waist, feeling somewhat calm and just focusing on the drive, and it would have stayed this way if you hadn’t started rubbing your thumbs up and down absent mindedly. Each movement has him suppressing the urge to shiver, gritting his teeth in a way you would hear if his bike didn’t drown out the noise. But you just keep talking, seeming to not even notice the effect a simple gesture has on him.

By the time you arrive, a little later than you expected from sudden traffic, Gyutaro’s nerves are shot again. He’s pushing down the vomit inducing nerves of the not-date while you are practically skipping to the front desk. He shoves his hand deep into his pocket and follows after you quietly, watching you get in line. When he catches up you turn to him again and start chatting once again and he makes an effort to talk back this time. You talk about how you hadn’t had much of a chance to hang out with a friend in a long time and he blanches at that, noticing the implication that you think of him as a friend. Before he even has a chance to question why you, who had only talked to him three times prior and only met because you were getting assaulted, your attention is taken. You overhear the mother ahead of you in line who starts panicking because one of her pre-bought tickets has vanished. The woman looks on the verge of tears and Gyutaro just sniffs, there’s nothing he can do about it. It’s unfortunate for sure but she should have been more prepared, it was her fault. You catch him off guard again when you happily offer you the third ticket that had been for Ume to the woman, who sniffles a little bit and thanks you, multiple times and gently holds her child’s hand. You just smile and watch them walk away, waving back.

“You didn’t have to do that; she should have taken more care with her things.” Gyutaro comments dismissively. You shrug in response.

“Yeah, it’s always good to take care of your things but I had a spare ticket anyway, and it wouldn’t have served me any purpose to keep it. It expires today anyway.” You pause for a minute, “I suppose I could have used it for a souvenir, but I can just buy something while I’m here.” Gyutaro doesn’t know which part of what you said to focus on. The genuine kindness of handing over the ticket when you had something planned for it, what you were planning to keep it for or the fact you want a keepsake to begin with. You don’t say anything more as it’s your turn and Gyutaro just watches you hand the tickets over to the disinterested employee. You’re let through the gates, and you rush in straight to a map and start pointing out the rides you want to go on babbling excitedly. Gyutaro but can’t help but watch you with an amused smirk. He does notice some eyes on you though, possibly recognising you, possibly admiring the way you looked. After quickly reviewing the map and while you are still rambling about how excited you are, Gyutaro puts his hand on your head and steers you in the direction of the first ride you want to go on. When you question him, a little pink on your cheeks, he tells you where you are going.

“How do you know? Don’t tell me you’ve actually been here before, it just opened!” You look surprised and a bit crestfallen, like you’re sad you didn’t get to take him first.

“No. Just looked at the map.” He smirks.

“You figured it out so quickly? You looked for a second!” You gape at him, miming a head explosion gesture. He lets out a low whiny chuckle.

“Like it’s hard?” You laugh back, still all pretty and pink.

The ride has a relatively small line and you both step into, and you’re asking him questions, he answers some but raises an eyebrow at most like they’re a bit too personal to know.

“So, do you usually go to that pub? The one where we met, I mean.” You smile up at him in an innocent way.

“Oh, uh, yeah, I guess.” He confirms quickly, he does not need you to know he has been keeping track of your groups movements since he saw you for the first time

“I’m so glad you were there that night; you probably saved my life.” You start rambling about how you felt that night, keeping your voice low, just for him to hear. “And seeing you beat up that guy? I’m not a violent person but that was wonderful. You looked so-“ You stop, eyes wide and red starting to take over your face. Gyutaro doesn’t know how you were going to end that sentence and he’s kind of glad you stopped yourself, but he can’t bring himself to believe you’d say anything cruel to him, his favourite idol isn’t like that. That said he still feels a bittersweet tinge thinking you didn’t need to say anything for him to understand, completely missing your body-language that to everyone else looked love sick. You cough into your fist

“Um, anyway, how sick is Ume?” You ask trying to change the topic.

“Sick? Oh! Right, uh she’s not bad, she just gets really whiny and doesn’t want to do anything when she’s sick.” You smile.

“I get like that too sometimes, what about you? I see you being the kind of guy to just push through.” You’re right, the last time Gyutaro was sick, he just put a mask on and carried on like usual. He didn’t have the time to waste on resting while he was sick.

“Yeah. Someone’s gotta earn money, don’t have the luxury.” He sniffs dismissively, looking straight ahead.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I mean, if you don’t have the money to unwind, I wouldn’t mind treating you and Ume sometimes. I have plenty of savings, and I don’t spend much unless I need to. If it wasn’t for you two, I doubt I’d be here, so I’d be happy to spend it all on you.” Why do you have to keep making him so conflicted, he’s angry at the thought of pity or charity, but when you put it the way you have, you owe them, and it would mean more time with you. Before he can respond, you continue. “It’s funny, I wasn’t going to bring it up because I assumed you wouldn’t be interested but my managers been begging me to ask you about joining us as a security thing. Like a guard, I guess. He’d sort out all the course expenses and stuff, it would be zero cost to you, and I’d say he’s offering probably more than you get now. Though I don’t know what you’re doing now.” You smile up at him. He doesn’t know what to say.

“I’ll think about it. Give me your managers number and I’ll negotiate with him, I’m quite high demand at my workplace so it might be a bit difficult to poach me.” He grins lopsidedly. He’s lying of course, he’s one of the more important muscle, but he’d rip a moose in half if it meant he had the opportunity to be near you every chance he could get. That said, Muzan might have something to say but he figures he can deal with that when it comes to it.

The line ends abruptly, and you rush to sit down on the log flume like ride. You’re handed a poncho by Gyutaro, you could have sworn he was empty handed a moment ago (he definitely stole it while you weren’t looking). The ride goes as you expect a log flume to go, there are a few times when you leave the seat, with only a handlebar to hold on to its expected. You screech each time which makes Gyutaro cackle uncontrollably each time. After the ride you are in a fit of giggles, removing your poncho, very glad Gyutaro had the foresight to grab them.

“I really thought I was going to fly off at the end.” You manage to get out. Gyutaro cackles again.

“I know you screamed so loud.” He pokes you as if trying to get another scream from you. You grin at him and notice as he quickly brings his hand back and tucks it into his pocket. He can’t believe he just touched you out of nowhere.

The day continues like this having fun together until you get him to stop at the gift shop. While scanning through the shop you spot some comfortable looking jumpers and head straight to them. You flick through the rack and stop at the ones marketing the ride you went on first.

“Gyutaro! Let’s get matching hoodies!” You are clearly excited, but Gyutaro doesn’t understand why you feel like you want matching anything with someone you probably aren’t going to see again.

“Why? It’s not like we are a couple or something.” Gyutaro says this before he can stop himself and instantly regrets it. You deflate a bit and look almost hurt.

“Well, yeah but I was hoping we could be friends at least…” You reply looking back at the hoodies on the rack. Gyutaro really doesn’t know how to respond he isn’t the kind of guy to immediately double back just because someone’s sad, but he really wishes he was right now.

“But why? Because I helped you one time?” Gyutaro wishes the ground would swallow him whole, it’s like he’s watching someone else in his body interrogating you. You give him a look he wishes he could instantly forget, a mix of sad and angry.

“You didn’t just help me, you saved me. That means something to me, and something tells me you don’t usually do that kind of thing, is it so wrong to think we could be friends?” He is stunned of course, why didn’t he know his bias was HOT when she was angry.

“But-“

“No! Stop, we are going to have fun, I am getting us matching hoodies and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.” You stick your tongue out as if you weren’t actually mad, quickly shoving a hoodie against him to check his size before going straight to the counter to pay. Gyutaro is stood frozen at everything that just happened. When you approach him again you hand him his (he absentmindedly takes it) and scoff.

“Now, where are going to wear them and be friends.” You throw yours on and Gyutaro is one step away from shaking. He can’t tell if its excitement, dread or something he can’t quite put into words. He does as you say and you grin, pleased at his obedience.

“Good, come on there’s still so much I want to do.” You grab him by the arm and drag him out.

Throughout the day Gyutaro gets more and more comfortable making more jokes (still at others expense) which to his delight makes you laugh, and not a pity laugh either, he can tell at this point. You stop to get slushes, he gets a green apple and blue raspberry, while you try to get a bit of each flavour and have another laughing fit when you both realise the flavours have tinted your teeth. He starts to forget all his worries just focused on you and that smile he’ll never forget, one that he doesn’t have on a photo card because it’s real and in front of him – BECAUSE of him. That is until a child bumps into his leg and bounces of like he was a brick wall. He turns kind of irked and that’s all it takes for the kid to burst into tears. Gyutaro is surprised and doesn’t know what to do, he wants to look good in front of you, but he’s never had to comfort a child that wasn’t his sister and she never cried because of his face. It’s a bitter reminder especially as the kids’ mother comes marching up and jabbing a finger in his face claiming he stepped into her child’s way on purpose, calling him every name under the sun.

He's annoyed but used to this, looking at her boredly and holding his hands up in a half assed gesture. That is until you slap the woman’s hand away. You woman is startled and before she can start ranting about you to you dig into her.

“How dare you! Do you have no shame? What mother lets her child run around freely in a place like this? Just because its an amusement park doesn’t mean its safe! Do you not have a clue how many open areas he could get lost, kidnapped or hurt in or do you just not care? And then you want to blame MY friend for your lacklustre parenting? Get a grip, you should have comforted your child not scared him more by yelling at a stranger who did nothing wrong!” Gyutaro can see the kid clutching the bottom of your hoodie staring at his mother with tears in his eyes. The woman’s face is red, and she seems to be grasping at straws for any come backs.

“But- but look at him! He obviously looks like a menace! The chains? The dark clothes? He looks evil!” Gyutaro is obviously.

“Oi, hag, don-“ He starts, but you are more aggressive now getting in her face.

“Oh? You want to talk about looks? Get out of my sight before I call security, I can assure you they won’t get here before I’ve had a chance to destroy your self-esteem.” You gently guide the child to her while you say this, who stuffs his face into his mother’s pant leg. The woman huffs and storms off after picking up her son.

You are also huffing and puffing, trying to calm down from the adrenaline rush that was, and you start to worry if that would affect your image as an idol but happily enough the people who did hear everything were clearly trying to not get involved and it wasn’t as if you had said anything wrong. Gyutaro grabs your arm and drags you through some bushes behind a small shack nearby. In the cover of the shrubbery, he starts rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“What would you have done if someone filmed that? It could have ruined your career!” He doesn’t know why he’s scolding you when he’s never felt so attracted to someone before.

“I didn’t say anything incorrect! I know I was right and she was such a bitch!-“ Gyutaro balks at that, he hadn’t heard you swear before and it brings him a weird joy, “I wasn’t just going to sit there and let her insult you! Especially when I don’t agree with her at all. Who cares what clothes you wear? I was expecting a more punk look and she thought this was ‘evil’? You look hot regardless of what you wear! Ugh, people like that don’t have the right to talk about others.” Gyutaro has never been shocked into silence so much in his life. Hot? It’s as if you’re both processing what you said at the same time both turning red and looking into each other’s wide eyes.

You purse your lips and figure this is as good a time as any and tug him down by the front of his shirt and kissing him.