#i’m clinically insane ❤️

[javierduffy]

hyperfixation settling in deep now, thinking about buying rdr2 for the pc so i can access and edit together voice lines and character models into javieran content

[whyse7vn]

I AM NOT UR GF -

[ ot7 x reader ]

SEOKJIN -

y/n: i’ll kill you

jin: i’m into that

y/n: ur going to hell

jin: i’ll take you with me

y/n: i’m going to heaven i’m an angel

jin: my angel

y/n: gross

jin: only for you

y/n: we are not together

jin: ???

sorry i can’t read

y/n: clearly

jin: take ur clothes off

y/n: ???

jin: sorry autocorrect

y/n: why did you tell the boys we are dating?

jin: i did?

lmao yeah i did

sorry i could never lie to the loml like that

y/n: what?

jin: ur on my will

y/n: happy one day to us 🥂❤️

jin: i like being used

y/n: yk what i’m having second thoughts

jin: as long as it’s you using me

y/n: uncomfortable rn

jin: i’ll make you comfortable

y/n: ur the cause

jin: ur my cause ❤️

y/n: what does that even mean??

jin: kiss me

y/n: leave me alone i’m tired

jin: i’ll build you a bed

y/n: what

jin: i cook

y/n: ur like 62

jin: age is a construct

y/n: ur gonna get arrested with a mindset like that

jin: would go to jail 10x over for you

y/n: out of context this looks insane

jin: you make me insane

and keep me sane ❤️

y/n: what

are you drunk?

jin: a bit

y/n: yikes

jin: my hips work

y/n: i would hope so?

jin: use me

y/n: you need to be put down immediately

JIMIN -

y/n: ummmmm?????

jimin: ummmmm?????

y/n: i am not ur gf

jimin: ummmmm?????

y/n: why are you telling people i’m ur gf

jimin: ummmmm?????

y/n: ummmmm?????

jimin: i thought it was time to tell people

y/n: tell people lies???

jimin: we are always together anyways i am doing us a favour tbh

y/n: “am” so ur still actively telling people that we are together?

jimin: ur so smart this is why i love you 😘

y/n: so were you in love with me when you flirted with the waitress right in front of me when we went out YESTERDAY?

jimin: why were you jealous?? 😏

y/n: ur actually insane like clinically insane

jimin: it was a moment of weakness babe 🥺

y/n: moment of weakness??

you have like 20 of those a day

jimin: omg i’m just a natural flirt yk i can’t help it 😞

y/n: i think the word ur looking for is whore?

jimin: I AM NOT A WHORE

y/n: yeah ok

jimin: unless you want me to be a whore then i’m the biggest whore you know honestly and truly!!!!!!

y/n: ur gross

jimin: ofc i’ll marry you!

y/n: ???

jimin: wow i’m so emotional rn

i love you i’m so excited for our future

i know some people may say we’re moving to fast but idc the truth is that i’m so in love with you i can hardly breathe!!!

y/n: get actual help.

HOSEOK -

hobi: we

y/n: no

hobi: us

y/n: no

hobi: hands held

y/n: no

hobi: mouth 2 mouth

y/n: still no

hobi: i told my parents about us

y/n: ur mother is gonna beat ur ass for lying

hobi: i told the boys about us

y/n: we are not together

hobi: the company is next

y/n: you won’t live to see another day if you do

hobi: i hope our kids have ur eyes

y/n: i can report you for harassment you know?

hobi: my pretty gf

i love you ^^

y/n: blushed for a second

that’s all you’ll ever get out of me

hobi: ur soosososososo cute

σ(≧ε≦σ) ♡

i’m gonna eat you

y/n: this isn’t right

hobi: this is the rightest thing ever

y/n: go outside or something

hobi: come with me

y/n: there is no hope for the kids these days 😞

JUNGKOOK -

y/n: DO YOU KNOW HOW EMBARRASSING IT IS TO BE FLIRTING WITH THE KIM MINGYU AND FOR HIM TO BE LIKE “ARE YOU NOT DATING JK?”

jk: i’m going to kill myself

y/n: ARE YOU SICK IN THE HEAD IM GOING TO FIND YOU AND KILL YOU

jk: i’m already dead

y/n: GOOD

jk: i can’t believe you talk to other men

oh my god i cjant breathe rn iMmm loosing vision hhe lp mmme…

y/n: IM SO FUCKING EMBARRASSED WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU OH MY GODODJD

jk: so like did you did you tell him we’re together or…

y/n: NO U SICKX SICK FUCK

I TOLD HIM NO IM NOT WITH FUCKING JUNGKOOK ARE YOU OUT OF UR MIND

jk: wow

in all caps like that?? a bit harsh

y/n: FUCK YOU

jk: pls stop shouting yk im a sensitive soul

y/n: WHY DID YOU TELL HIM WE ARE TOGETHER????????

jk: i didn’t tell him directly omg?

i messaged him

y/n: WTF IS UR PROBLEM????

jk: WAIT DID YOU JUST SAY YOU WERE FLIRTING WITH MINGYU?????????????????????

WHAT THE FUCKCKCKDK

y/n: i hate you

i’ve never wanted to push someone out of a building so bad until i met you

jk: that’s kinda cute

you think of me??

i love you too

y/n: you have 3 days to live

jk: as long as i’m with you nothing can take me out

y/n: shut the fuck up

yk know whose taking me out tho?

mingyu 🥰

jk: what

y/n: ?

jk: i have dispatch on the phone rn

y/n: tell them

being mingyu’s gf publicly? a dream come true tbh 😍

jk: when ur new bf is kicked out his group becomes broke and is living on the streets i’m sure ur dream will be alive and well

y/n: oh it will

with my baby through thick and thin 🤞���

jk: i’m going to kill myself

y/n: idc!

jk: i love you

TAEHYUNG -

y/n: stop telling people we are dating i will block you

tae: did you know i need u girl was about you

y/n: didn’t even know you then

tae: i’ve always known you

y/n: creepy as hell

tae: to some

y/n: to all

tae: why don’t you want me

y/n: ur not mark lee

tae: i’m kim taehyung

y/n: exactly

tae: you could get jumped for saying stuff like that these days

y/n: oh well

it was worth it

tae: i wish you knew

i wish you knew i wanted you

y/n: i know

and you got the lyrics completely wrong

tae: my lyrics may be wrong but my feelings for you aren’t

y/n: are you not with jennie?

tae: stfu?

y/n: loser

tae: she’s not my type

you are 😘

y/n: wishing i was jennie hours 😞🙏🏽

tae: you’ll will literally never be happy without me

y/n: that’s so crazy cuz i’m like over the moon rn

tae: that’s because i’m messaging you

y/n: pretty sure it’s because i’m not with you but whatever helps you sleep at night

tae: you help me sleep at night

y/n: tough

tae: :(

YOONGI -

y/n: i’m ur girlfriend now?

yoongi: what?

y/n: you’re telling people i’m your girlfriend?

yoongi: might be true might be false

y/n: kinda crazy

yoongi: do you not want to me my girlfriend?

y/n: no?

yoongi: 😢

y/n: cry me a river

yoongi: i will

then i’ll drown myself in it

y/n: dramatic much?

yoongi: i just got my heart broken can you have someone sympathy

y/n: L

yoongi: maybe like kiss me on the lips or something and i’ll be better idk tho

y/n: is min yoongi being open and honest with me rn???

times have changed i must say

yoongi: having a gf does that to a man

y/n: really?

yoongi: yep being in love is crazy

y/n: love? so it’s pretty serious between you two then?

yoongi: yeah i’m gonna marry her

y/n: wowwww how long have you guys been together then?

yoongi: 3 years in my head but i only started telling people 3 days ago

y/n: you are not right in the head

yoongi: love is crazy

y/n: i think it’s just you fr

yoongi: 🥲

NAMJOON -

y/n: DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE

namjoon: hi

y/n: shut ur mouth

namjoon: 🤐

y/n: we are NOT together

N

O

T

together

do you understand?

namjoon: 🚫❌⁉️

y/n: well start understanding

namjoon: 🙅🏻‍♂️🚫

y/n: i’m sick and tired of you

namjoon: 🙎🏽‍♀️➡️👨‍⚕️🏥

y/n: bye

namjoon: 🥺

y/n: what is with ur obsession with me???

are you that bitchless omg??

namjoon: logically speaking

y/n: you have never spoke a logical word in your life

namjoon: okay nvm

y/n: namjoon you are down ridiculously bad at first it was cute i WAS blushing and giggling now i’m just concerned

namjoon: date me

y/n: that is NOT how you ask a girl out

namjoon: help me out here

y/n: i will not help you in the slightest

namjoon: that’s just mean

y/n: ur a freak

namjoon: am not

y/n: you so are

namjoon: go on a date with me

y/n: where is the the question mark?? are you asking me or telling me??

namjoon: ur being ridiculous

go on a date with me?

there

y/n: hehehehehhehehehe

okay!!!

namjoon: FR??

y/n: no lol

namjoon: that was so mean

y/n: :p

namjoon: dating me would probably mean free food for life

y/n: probably or definitely?

namjoon: *definitely

y/n: wait i’m kinda in love with you

namjoon: lol me 2 let’s makeout rn

y/n: i lied

namjoon: ur annoying

y/n: mwah

namjoon: did you just kiss me?

are you deeply attracted to me or something?

kinda cringe kinda hot i want you

y/n: didn’t know 2:25 am were your disgustingly desperate hours

namjoon: it’s not my fault it’s 2:25 in the morning and all i can think about is you

should i write i song about you?

would you be my gf then?

y/n: pls don’t

namjoon: it’s too late

y/n: if i go on a date with you will you shut the hell up and go to sleep

namjoon: YES

YESZYSS YES YES YES YES YESH

YESSYESYSYSYYDYD

yes

i might lol

y/n: see you tomorrow

namjoon: gn

y/n: gn

namjoon: gf 🤭

we hit 200 since when omg?? anyways feeling like i should do a “i’m not ur bf” ver but idk yet thoughts? u might get it next year or never but it’s the fact that i thought about writing it that counts!!

[lumity-rights]

I finally got around to watching Wednesday after having seen a shit ton (affectionately) of wednesday/wenclair posts all over my dash for the past two years, but now it’s somehow like it’s all disappeared from my dash — so, do you maybe have any wednesday/wenclair blog recs?

i love that for you!! absolutely i do, there’s so many talented and funny ppl in the fandom

i’m assuming that you want currently active blogs, so here are some of the ppl i follow with that in mind

@kulai is absolutely one of my fav wenclair artists on here, i can’t express how much i love her art other than like incoherent keysmashes. her art style is so damn cute. no biggie but i owe my life to her for feeding us😭😭❤️

@homicydlgoth has amazing thoughts and every fic they write is a smash hit for me i fear. love to see a vociferousgoth fic bc i just know it’s gonna be insanely good

@enidsinclajr makes a lot of cool posts PLUS is an incredibly talented writer like when i see callingmushrooms post on ao3 i get so excited

@cowardnthief not only writes amazing fics but is great at art?? save some talent for the rest of us😭

@diudiudiu writes the best fanfics i’m so dead serious. i think i’ve gone clinically insane from how good they are. plus they’re working on a wenclair game which is so cool like how are they so incredibly talented????

wait this might lowkey be getting long so i’m gonna wrap it up

@yeta-drewit @sapient-golem @neraalupa @omorisuunny @maoyuyy @leodraws3 all make amazing art!!! it boggles the mind how talented they are

@altf4d3lete has cool theories and thoughts!! plus their writing is fr so so good i can’t

last but not in the slightest bit least @barblaz-arts churns out insanely good art. there are no words to describe the blessings they’ve bestowed on the wenclair fandom😭❤️

i think i’ve covered everyone i’m aware of? SO SORRY if i’ve missed anyone i’m certain there’s loads more talented artists writers and bloggers out there but i hope it’s a good starting list for you anon!!

[calyxthenerd]

HIIIIIIII❤️

Idk if u did before but Kitty X Cerise?🥺

This is such a cute pairing actually! And I’ve never written anything for them before!

They bicker so much about every little thing that for the first two months of their relationship, all their friends thought they hated each other, until they got caught by Cedar in the enchanted forest, and well, the whole school found out

Lots of threats from their respective friend groups (You’d expect Raven and Lizzie to be exceptionally brutal about it, but Kitty disappears every time Cedar comes into the room and when Bunny arrives, Cerise always tugs her hood extra tight over her head, they refuse to talk about it and shudder every time someone asks)

Eventually when Cerise decides to talk about her family on her own terms and takes her hood off, Kitty breaks down into tears and keeps apologizing every time they talk for a week

Kitty thinks it’s adorable how her girlfriend can tear into a piece of meat like it’s nobody’s business

Every time someone makes fun of Cerise’s more wolfish traits that she can’t hide they go to class the next morning with neon green hair, or chicken legs or with a clown outfit on (the only thing they had in their closet) and that’s not even touching on teachers who force her to do presentations in front of the whole class, or that one time someone set up a trap for hunting in the enchanted forest and Carmin got caught in it, they vanished without a trace before even Ashlynn Ella could get her hands on them, not that they’d be missed, they were so annoying and bigoted, and their grades weren’t particularly high, so headmaster Grimm didn’t even bother looking into it

Lots and lots of scratching behind ears on both parts, they melt into a puddle every time

This happens at least once a week during lunch:

Ramona: what the hell are you doing with Hood? She’s so boring and quiet, I seriously don’t get it, are you clinically insane?? (This is all in sisterly good fun)

Kitty: first of all, I’m from wonderland, we’re all insane, but have no clinics for it, and second of all, if you ever talk about my girlfriend like that again, I’ll make what happened to Hedge look like a joke (this is a game to them, the three of them are going to Kitty’s room to laugh their asses off after this)

[floodonthefloor]

pedestal chapter 7 since i’m catching up<3 it’s taken me two weeks to finish and everyone has already moved on i feel like the slow kid in class.. (i did read half of this in a lecture. i’m dedicated to the cause🫡)

can otto stop being an ass omg raised by HIM alicent is actually really normal. ignore every weird thing she’s done she can kill people if she wants i’d excuse it….ALSO can alicent please just jump ship please please please please go join your girlfriends firm. or someone else’s if you want to keep doing the “arguing on opposite sides of a case as foreplay” thing!

otto pulling out an “i’m proud of you” is evil too btw i don’t think he’s doing this purposely but that doesn’t make him any less of a shitty father

“Okay— Alicent— I think you literally might be an insane person, like clinically insane” hey! she is but don’t say that as if it’s an insult!😾

rhaenyra calling things off would hurt more if i didn’t know they’re both insane about each other❤️

“Hightower & Partners needs to remind people why we’re still top dog” is it the corruption and cheating or? (criston is genuinely so fucking stupid you’ve captured his failing upwards thing perfectly💀)

natalia mention…so this is who everyone has been talking about….also rhaenyra calling alicent clinically insane and then doing this with natalia..babygirl you’re going to be roommates in the psych ward

obsessed with alicent flirting with natalia lmaoo she turned that around on rhaenyra😁😁 (ignoring the criston mess. ew) they’re both so weird and fucked i love them so much :’) psychological torture is like their mating ritual

i tried keeping it shorter..i hope this wasn’t too much<3 may your pillow always be cold on both sides may your battery (on any electronic device) never drop below 50% and may you find $10 (? idk what currency you use) at least once a week❤️ thank you

BACK TO YOU i was going to flip this but i dont have the energy so just imagine i flipped it

[compassionatereminders]

Hey Kat- I don’t expect you to know the terms because you do not have this disorder. But I’m looking for a term / word / label for a specific symptom I get bad relating to NPD, is it okay if I explain and poke your NPD followers brains about what this is?

So like- its a thing where like. A narcissist (clinical) has an idea of something they Need to do to. You know. Be worth while, something they feel they NEED to achieve for their ego. But like, if it’s not like a tangible actual thing they can do they just go fucking INSANE insane like suicidal spiral until they dissociate / convince themselves it’s Not Important and then like. Wait a bit. Reset, Rinse and repeat. Is this a thing does this make any sense to anybody? If I can’t find a word for it I think I’m just going to call it like, the NPD inspiration to devaluation hell loop or something

I don't have NPD, and I don't know of any specific terms for the experience you describe. Hopefully someone else can help you! ❤️

[anaoyuo]

i’m storywastoogoodihadtoleaveacomment (guest) on chapter 8 of fg and idk why ao3 didn’t notify me of the update in june, but i just finished reading it, just finished stalking ur tumblr, and just finished formulating an opinion again (🫡)

that sneak peak? 😭 why is this clinically insane MAN CHILD hot one minute and then cold the next? ☹️ bc wdym he was sending mc a shit ton of texts on an unknown number saying he misses her, etc, and then says her 🐱 was always ‘shared property’ 😭😭😭

i do, however, stand by what i commented back in april on chapter 8: he makes the story interesting, the drama follows him, and i’m hoping, praying, pleading for a gojo!endgame cuz i think i’m also mentally deranged and need to be locked up 😔

but, i also take into account that this is your story, your plot, your twist on the characters, and therefore the endgame is also up to you. i’ll eat it up anyway, you could write less than ten words as an epilogue without confirming what ever happened and i’d still be your biggest and most consistent cheerleader 🫡

that sneak peak is getting me SO hyped for the next chapter, and i say this not to rush you, but to lyk that i will wait years if it means that the quality of it is an 11/10 (as you love doing, if the other chapters are anything to go by, kudos to you babe) but released in your own time, than for it to be rushed and released now. so please, take your time, maybe even a short break if any of us are overwhelming you with our excitement. i will metaphorically smooch your forehead before you go to sleep every night and cheer for you when you’re at ease :)

(this turned out longer than i’d hoped, i’m so sorry, you don’t have to type out a reply if you don’t feel like it. you can just read it, silently acknowledge, and then my super spidey senses will tell me that you’ve gone through it 😋❤️).

You had me smiling and blushing in public like crazy. Thank you sm for your love. I don't say it often, but I really appreciate people like you.

Hope you can keep enjoying the upcoming chapters just as much! Sending lots of kisses your way! <333

[hoonvrs]

BYE NOT ME REALIZING 21ST CENTURY GIRL ENDED WTF THIS HOW YOU KNOW I CANT READ 😭💀. It was too good like always 🤭. Anyways school has gotten worse no lie there. Last week I had to test Tuesday through Thursday and I have to do the same again this week wtf. Boutta kms since I don’t like school 😭.

UGH THIS PHOTO OF HOON 🤭😍❤️😭🥲 HES TOO HOT

YES ITS FINISHEDD💔💔 i hate beginning of the year exams like I JS GOT HERE ?????? but hopefully school will get better got u mari bae🫂

HES SOSOKRNEOEOEOOOSO he is SICK for that MSKEOW

does he not know i’m clinically insane😄

[richonnesbitch]

I love you idk what the fuck that other person is on lol. Whats some other shows you’re watching? Me personally I’m also part of the clinically insane fans of 911 who need to be admitted after last weeks episode lol

Thank you! Ily 2 ❤️

Recently I watched Interview with a Vampire on amc+! That's some crazy shit right there. A very wild ride. I loved it

[landograndprix]

“…the videos captured her tripping and almost face planting on the floor from the sheer pace of her legs. Her cheeks heated up in embarrassment..” the way this would be me..

“Chaotic? I think he’s just clinically insane, hate to say it.” perfectly describing lando in one sentence 😭

“DID YOU SEE, LOVE?! Y/N, I WON A RACE! I’M A RACE WINNER!” His volume was deafening, but the way he crashed into her, holding her body to his as she stumbled back, said more..” now see this is where my eyes started to water and I wanted to bawl my eyes out again, lando race winner norris my beloved <3

fics that have me on the brink of crying are always god tier so thank you for sharing, loved it ❤️

HE WON! LAN WON!

Summary: A long awaited win warrants a shouting Y/n, the proud girlfriend of Lando Norris, 2024 Miami Grand Prix Race Winner. Not only that, but also a smiling Lando now ready for questions about their future.

Warnings: LITERALLY NOTHING EXCEPT A SEXUAL COMMENT AND ME SOBBING IM SO HAPPY FOR THIS MAN I DONT EVEN KNOW (also like a theme of marriage and a comment about having children lol)

Note: i was screaming.

Y/n could feel the sweat drip down her back as her hands shook against her mouth. She had come into this race, along with Lando, assuming there would be a P2 secured for him with the new upgrades, but as the gap between him and Max got larger, it became clear it was his time. His time to let go of that stupid record, the one that had crushed him to hold, of having the most podiums without a race win. Her heart jumped every time he rounded a corner, praying to any kind of higher power to not let a safety car or a jittery move made by him ruin his chances again of winning. She couldn’t stomach the thought of that, he couldn’t either. And by the faces surrounding her in the McLaren Garage, she knew nobody else could.

Everybody held their breath, nerves overwhelming them as their eyes stuck to the screen. Could this be it? Could this be the moment where he took the title as race winner?

It seemed so as he rounded the last corner and his triumph resulted in cheers being heard for miles. Y/n didn’t realize the tears falling from her face until Andrea ran over to her, hugging her and wiping her tears with a laugh.

“HE WON!” She shouted in his face, mascara very likely smudging around her eyes. Andrea nodded at her and hugged her once more before moving on to the engineers behind her. Zak was the second person to find her, screaming with her and high-fiving her when she noticed the glistening in his eyes.

“Are you crying?!” She laughed. Zak shook his head, but wiped away the wetness right under his eye.

She giggled, “I won’t tell anyone.”

He chuckled along with her before the moments dawned on her once more.

She turned around to face the engineers, “HE WON!”

They screamed it back at her as if to try and convince themselves of it, too surreal for their comfort. There was a massive group hug between Y/n and the engineers, all of them having seen just how hard Lando worked for this exact achievement.

“Y/N!” Zak screamed from across the room. When she turned around, she found him aggressively waving his hand, motioning for her to come join him in congratulating Lando.

She squealed before taking off, leaving the man behind quickly.

On her way there, sprinting chaotically, she haphazardly facetimed Cisca, Lando’s mother. When the call went through, their two tear soaked faces met one another and they only began to cry more.

“HE DID IT, CISCA! HE WON! LAN WON!” She screamed, fans and bystanders taking out their phones to videotape the cute moment of loud support from the girlfriend of the newest race winner.

Their cameras caught her flying down the pit lane, screaming into her phone with Cisca over how elated she was for Lando. To add to the charm, the videos captured her tripping and almost face planting on the floor from the sheer pace of her legs. Her cheeks heated up in embarrassment, but she was quick to put it all aside as she pushed through the masses of people, waving her phone around and yelling at everyone to move away because she had the mother of Lando Norris on the phone.

Her body was smashed against the railings as his car came into view and her tears only came falling down harder. Andrea, who was standing off to the side and outside of the barriers, ran over to her, moving the tape up enough for her to come under. She gave him a questioning look, “Aren’t I supposed to stay behind it?”

Andrea shook his head, “Lando would’ve forced you to come out of it anyway. Just be prepared for the trample you’ll get when he gets out of his car.”

She laughed and her head whipped around at the sounds of intense cheering, seeing her boyfriend practically fly out of his car and throw himself into the arms of his team. Cisca laughed at it all on the phone, commenting to Y/n about how chaotic her son had turned out to be.

“Chaotic? I think he’s just clinically insane, hate to say it.” Y/n giggled, shaking her head at the truly concerning things Lando had said to or done with her in the years they’d been together.

“WHERE’S Y/N? DID NOBODY GET HER FROM THE GARAGE? WHAT?” Lando’s body leaned over to one of the engineers, the poor man trying to tell him how close his girlfriend was.

Finally, after a few failing attempts, the man just pointed and yelled, “SHE’S OVER THERE, MATE!”

Lando’s head turned, eyes locking with hers and softening. Andrea quickly took the phone out of her hands, knowing she would want two empty hands to welcome her boyfriend with. And just in time because Lando was sprinting to her, screaming about what he had just done.

“DID YOU SEE, LOVE?! Y/N, I WON A RACE! I’M A RACE WINNER!” His volume was deafening, but the way he crashed into her, holding her body to his as she stumbled back, said more.

It was no secret how in love the two were. Having met four years ago in the paddock, they were inseparable ever since. From the small and subtle touches to the strong statements of adoration and love, there was no fighting or doubting the two would end up sharing the same last name. Y/n had been open in the months leading up to Miami that she had begun manifesting his race win, touching many hearts in the process. Posting pictures of her journal with the sentence “Lando Norris is a Grand Prix Race Winner” written over and over and over again, his mirror with sticky notes in her handwriting with the same eight words. She stopped at nothing. Y/n even took to forcing Lando to make honey jars with her, that specific phrase on a small note inside, so that maybe it would “stick to him”. She was completely uneducated in the world of manifestation and rituals, but she liked to think she was somehow involved in this.

Nonetheless, it all paid off as he reeled back, tears in his eyes, and kissed her sweetly in front of many. His kisses were soft and hasty, drawing back every few seconds to plant another one on her mouth. His arms tightened around her frame and his lips rested against the shell of her ear, “Thank you for everything, baby. I couldn’t have ever done this without you and your spells. I love you so much and there are not enough words to express how grateful I am that you are standing here with me today.”

She grasped his cheeks, pulling him back so their eyes could meet once more, and wiped his cheeks. He did the same to her as she whispered, “This was all you. I hope you never doubt how talented you are ever again because of this, Lan. Everyone is so proud of you, we always have been, but it’s heightened today because you deserve this so much. You deserve a lot of things, this is the start of many.” She brought his face closer to hers, their noses touching, “I am so happy for you, Lan.”

The tears under his eyes pooled around her thumbs at her words and he just shook his head, kissing her again before Cisca’s voice was loading emitting from the phone beside them.

“LANDO NORRIS! YOU ARE A RACE WINNER, HONEY!” She screamed, a slight crack from the speaker.

He blushed, “Thank you, mum. I love you so much. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me.”

Adam’s head popped out from the side of the frame, “What about me?!” He said with a smile and Lando only laughed.

The parents riddled off excited murmurs of support and love before Lando was being ushered away.

A slight crease to his forward told Y/n he didn’t want to leave. She squeezed his hand, “Go, Lan. I’ll be with the engineers below while you get your trophy. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure your parents have the best view.”

He shook his head, “I want you to come with me, though.”

She sighed, kissing his cheek, “No, Lan. This is your moment to shine. Go savor it, baby.”

His eyes flickered to the man waiting off to the side, waving his hand as to tell him where he needed to go, and back to his Y/n. The woman he had fallen in love with all that time ago, the woman he had been waiting for his entire life, the woman who had been with him throughout this entire journey, and the woman who he was elated still put up with him long enough to see this moment as the love of his life. He wanted her to share in the victory with him, but the pleading in her eyes told him that wasn’t the right decision. She was right. This was the moment he’d always been waiting for. This was his time to take that top step and cement his presence in it by himself.

Another reason why he loved her so much. She always knew what he wanted even when he didn’t.

Kissing and hugging her again, he ran off.

When he disappeared behind the random door that led him to his podium, Y/n turned to Andrea and Lando’s parents, the ones still on the phone with their smiling faces, they all just looked knowingly at her.

“What?” She giggled.

Cisca was the first to speak, “If there isn’t a ring stuffed away somewhere in you two’s apartment, I’ll be damned.”

—

After the champagne spraying and Lando’s eyes never leaving hers from his high podium, the two were reunited in the McLaren Garage.

His hand slid into hers before leaning his heavy body on her, “I’m so tired. That car was hot as fuck.”

Y/n’s fingers trailed up his back before sinking into his hair, tugging and scratching lightly, “Oh? Tired? That’s a shame.”

Lando let out a confused noise, “Why?”

She turned her head so her lips were close to his ear, “Because I was already planning your post race win celebration. The one in the privacy of our hotel room.”

He choked on the oxygen he was in the midst of inhaling, “I’m not tired anymore.”

“Really? The car was hot, no?” Zak stepped into their conversation, having no idea what he was interrupting.

Lando laughed and Y/n just stuttered, “Yeah, he was just saying it was. I think it’s the adrenaline of winning that’s making him feel awake.”

Zak’s mouth fell open in understanding before he stepped closer and patted Lando on the back, “I’m really proud of you, kid.”

The two shared a quick hug and Lando smiled, “Thank you for all the support you’ve shown me.”

When they parted ways and Lando led Y/n back to his car, he turned to her in the driver’s seat. His eyes bore into hers and didn’t let go as he took her hands, “I have never been as in love with anyone as I am with you and you don’t understand how happy I am you’re here to share in this with me.”

She caressed his cheekbone, “I’m so happy to be here with you too, Lan. You deserve this and so many more wins.”

There was something evident he wanted to say, but it was clear he was hesitant. Y/n could see it. Not wanting to push him, she just smiled and clutched his hand, silently telling him she was safe to confide in, that she would never leave him. Her hand holding was a promise of forever.

Just what Lando needed.

“Promise when I get down on one knee, you’ll say yes?” He whispered.

Her mind took her back to Cisca and Adam and Andrea when they all looked on at her as the future wife of their favorite boy. Her cheeks blushed, “I promise I’ll say yes.”

He exhaled a breath, “Thank God. I have a mental list of all the achievements I want to earn in my life and there’s only one thing left on it.”

She gave him a confused look as he started the car, “What is it?”

He looked at her like it was obvious, “Marrying you. Winning a race was on there,” He smiled, “check. Get into Formula One, check. Meet the woman of my dreams,” A bigger smile, “check. Treat her well,” His eyebrows raised.

She laughed and nodded, “Check.”

He dipped his head down, “Exactly. The last thing on there is to marry her - you.”

“Nothing else?” She asked, toying with his fingers as they rested on her thigh.

He moved his head from side to side, “I assume I will add things to it as we go on in life. Maybe have kids with you, that could be fun. But, for right now, just that. I’d like to bask in the happiness of knowing everything worked out in the end.”

She brought his the back of his hand to her lips and kissed the skin, “It always will, Lan.”

They met eyes as he came to a stop at a light and the comforting color of hers made Lando come to the most beautiful revelation of his life.

As long as she was with him, it truly always would work out.

[zorosdimples]

Ahhh thank you for the nice words on my birthday childe art! And it's a torment done out of love i swear 💕

And if hoyo won't give him freckles i will. He has to have them after i saw his baby brother has them.

I need his vicious potential offset by boyish good looks (especially since several other characters have called him pretty boy right before he beats their asses)

thank YOU for sharing your beautiful artwork with us! we don’t deserve you or your talent ❤️

fremi was the first playable character that hoyo gave freckles, which was long overdue! i’m glad that we can all agree that freckles belong on the ginger’s face… it just Makes Sense!

probably the funniest thing about abt him is that he is so Normal Looking (in the sense that he has naturally occurring hair color and eye color), but also probably most definitely clinically insane. if teyvat had a boyband, he’d be the lead singer.

he’s an enigma, i’ll give him that!

[wwtwe]

Cut because wall of text-

Characters exclusive to story 2, more for background sake as Edina Sr is very much dead - although her daughter would be one of the main characters? I don’t know, still thinking about the whole world setup.

Her clan are supposed to be kind of… deity/elemental beast worshippers. They often sacrifice a body part to request the aid of said being - eyes are considered the ‘best’ (window of the soul and all that) but it doesn’t have to be. If the deity deems the sacrifice worthy then they will fuse with the person. If they don’t then often the deity/beast will at least attempt to eat that person instead. Other clan members are there to stop this from happening (it’s a whole big ritual).

Edina Sr is considered to be basically a very low value/nearly failed bonding attempt - she isn’t really able to ‘use’ her magic for the most part. What she doesn’t realise is that she basically bonded with her previous incarnation on ‘earth’ - Edina the Phoenix. She then pretty much passes that on completely to her child as opposed to keeping that herself.

She still has vestigial phoenix powers to herself though, being extremely adept at healing as well as aiding the healing of those around her. She has like… a constant proximity of healing that no one really catches on to ahah.

Guy on the left is, as of yet unnamed King/leader/warlord. (Idk I literally asked a character appearance generator to come up with him/his appearance, and this is what it came up with. I like the white/light blue hair. It’s giving very… male storm vibes.)

As per the clan rules, he’s not royalty by birth but by appointment as those with the most powerful deity bonds are elevated to the top of the pecking order as soon as they become an adult. Like Edina Sr, he gave up an eye for his deity bond.

His deity is basically a ginormous thunderbird that he is able to summon at will (and ride too, hehe). He’s able to rain down lightening/produce electricity and is actually just completely terrifying to anyone trying to oppose him.

Except Edina Sr, because you know - she may or may not be clinically insane. Unfortunately in this world, the infant mortality rate is really high, therefore this guy was expected to produce as MANY heirs as physically possible given his desirable deity bond. It’s not something he actively ‘enjoyed’, having a load of concubines/mistresses and I suspect he was actually kind of lonely.

Until he met Edina! They were probably running out of woman at this point, lol. Then they passed over her like ‘eh, I suppose you could have this one - bit feisty th-’, Edina Sr: I’m going to cut your penis off and make you blow yourself. ;D’ and this guy kind of just went… oh my gOD, yes ❤️

I haven’t totally figured out the rest, tbh I think their relationship was a… kind of toxic/complicated one. Like I think they did somewhat love each other but the duties to the clan kind of overrode a normal relationship. Edina Sr honestly wanted to just run away and not have to deal with clan bullshit - she actually basically runs the hell away whilst heavily pregnant. By herself, on an airship. She managed to get to a small ragtag/multi species village that helped her give birth and then hid herself/her baby away for a while there.

Honestly that was probably the happiest she ever got to be? Clan leader eventually finds her and they have a serious fight, where …. neither of them are playing a round anymore. Unfortunately she’s massively outgunned in power. The village gets involved, there’s literally near enough a full on battle but in the end the guy leaves. To his credit, he didn’t really mean the situation to get so out of hand, but Edina Sr basically gets launched off the side of an airship. He tries to search for her but after like 3 days he isn’t able to so he has to give up. Edina Jr is also smuggled out (as Edina Sr requested because she realised that the baby was going to be taken back into the clan, oh hell no!)

Edina Sr does survive like… barely, she gets picked up by a fishing boat and then when she manages to find a job, tries to start looking for her baby. She works as a ship inspector for exactly this reason, desperately looking for clues and whispers of where her child might be… whilst also staying undercover from the Warlord.

Unfortunately she never gets to reunite, while she gets close multiple times (probably unbeknownst to her). During her travels she gets caught up in war and all sorts of adventures, where she kind of sets aside her own want to find own child in order to help the people around her. She also discovers that she does have the resurrection powers of her predecessor.

Eventually, she dies as a direct result of this - but only after resurrecting a huge amount of people post-battle. (Maybe involving the warlord? Who knows?) Everyone who has been resurrected just kind of goes NOPE. NOT FIGHTING ANYMORE. Fuck this, fuck you! I’m out! I want to live! I’m done with this crap! Including the warlord I think, mostly because he probably did love Edina Sr.

Weh, it kinda sad.

So yeah, that leaves her daughter (Edina Jr) who gets kind of passed from person to person but is mostly helped by wild animals/beasts/monsters who kind of.. love her a lot! She also unintentionally attempted to make a deity bond when she is a toddler and… it doesn’t go well at all. With no one experienced enough to help her, she nearly blows herself up (hence the missing arm/burns). Although it’s more an uncontrolled venting of power that she just… doesn’t know how to control.

Eventually this actually starts get worse as she grows, she slowly is becoming less and less human over the years. In reality she’s basically the accumulated combination of the previous Edina’s (and her father!) and all that power is … way too much for a little kid. ;w; She essentially starts becoming a little goddess, lol.

[meetmyothersouls]

the dr one pleaseeeeee with harley quinn and the joker 🃏 👩‍⚕️

You got it ❤️

Red (The Dr. Is In)

Warnings: psych ward, crazy/insane Timothee (Joker x Harley Quinn vibes), mentions of voices, death and dark themes

You pop a pill, taking note that it’s 2am. 

These pills keep you sane. They keep the voices away, and you couldn’t do your job without them. How could you help fix people if the voices in your head were telling you to stab them with screwdrivers or pop their eyeballs out with the plastic spoons from the cafeteria? 

A knock at the door snaps you out a daze you’ve be in and out of all evening. It’s you’re week to work the late shift, and to say it’s not your favorite would be a massive understatement. You’re tired and grumpy, and hospitals at night are fucking creepy. St. Matthews hasn’t always required late shifts from the psychiatrists, but there’s a new patient that’s making the others a bit...restless.

 You take a big gulp of coffee, wiping it from your chin as the now cold liquid dribbled from the cup. “Yes?” You call from your chair, trying your best not to sound startled.

A nurse pops her head in. Sue Ann. She’s used to the night shift, you can tell by the exorbitant amount of energy she has at 2:30am. Her light blue scrubs that are two sizes too small makes you roll your eyes. She chews her gum loudly and glances down at her clip board. 

“You’ve got a patient in room 204.” 

“204?” Your fingers clack rapidly on the keys of your computer as you pull up the patient’s file. The computer filters through a couple hundred patients until patient 204′s file is the only one to choose from. You click on the little folder and the patient’s picture as well as a lengthy report about his medical and mental history takes over the screen. You hold your breath as you look at his photo. He is...disarmingly handsome and it’s almost sinful. He doesn’t look crazy, or at least he doesn’t in the photo. You note his smile and a small psychotic glint in his eye. Like he was capable of snapping at any minute while the photo was being taken.  “He’s not supposed to be seen until tomorrow morning. Is this urgent?”

“You, uh, you should probably see for yourself.” Nurse Sue scurries away and you take a few seconds to skim the file, taking note of his name. It’s always better to address them by their name than calling them “a patient” or nothing at all. There’s something about being in a psych ward that is dehumanizing enough, no need to make it worse by treating them as an object.  

Timothee Chalamet. 

You arrive to the room and before entering you hear him talking. There’s nothing coherent about anything he’s saying and you only catch a few fragments of his sentences. 

“Think I’m crazy.”

“Know about crazy.”

“Kill. Stab.” 

Your breath hitches and you step back. Your back touches the wall which elicits  another pathetic gasp from you. He’s cackling both loudly and manically. You look to your left, catching a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror hung on the wall. You never understood why it was hung there. Who’s looking at their reflection here in a hallway lined with rooms containing the criminally and clinically insane? No matter the reason, it hangs there, mocking you. You push your glasses up your nose, hoping it’ll hide the worry evident on your brow. 

A tap on the glass slams your attention back to room 204 and you almost bite your tongue off to hold back the scream forming in the back of your throat. The small rectangular window on the door, reveals him and he’s tapping the glass with his forehead. He’s smiling, and it’s menacing enough to make you regret every psychiatric decision you’ve ever made. 

Timothee Chalamet’s smile fades instantly, the quick change in emotion alarming. “Are you coming in or are you going to stand there looking terrified all night?” He spins and it’s almost comical how his thin body moves in the straight jacket he’s restrained in. 

You swallow hard as shaking hands pull the ring of keys off of your belt loop. When the door opens your shocked at how cold it is inside. You tuck your clip board under your arm and pull your cardigan tighter around your body. Chalamet stands in the far corner of the white room devoid of any decor or objects of any kind. Even while restrained, patients are considered dangerous. 

And this one looks lethal. 

He’s smiling again as he stands in one corner and you stand in another across from him. He looks the same as his picture, aged only slightly. Curly dark hair that is a stark contrast of the white he wears and the white that paints this room. 

There’s so much white. 

He takes a step forward and you instinctively step back, he smiles even wider. This is wrong. You’re supposed to mask any apprehension and here you are feeding your fear to him on a silver platter. 

“Relax. I’m just going to sit.”

He takes small careful steps toward a soft white chair and jerks his head to the one in front of him. You swallow hard. He’s staring at you, taking in every inch of your appearance. You can’t say exactly what he’s thinking, but the hungry look in his eyes gives you a good idea. 

“Mr.-” You glance down at your clipboard as you sit, pretending to not remember his name. “Chalamet.”

“Oh, please.” He gasps, and if he’s arms and hands weren’t wrapped around his body, he’d probably be waving one at you. “Mr. Chalamet is my father. Call me Timothee. Tim. Timmy. Whatever floats that little boat of yours.” His eyes travel up and down your body as he finishes his sentence. 

“Timothee. I’m Dr. Y/N. How are we doing tonight?”

He licks his lips before biting down to pull a stray piece of skin off. “Not so great, Doc.”

“Why’s that? Would you like to talk about it?”

He pulls a leg up and drapes it over the arm of the chair, the action swift and effortless. A quick shake of his head thrusts the curls out of his face.

“Well,” he says, as if he’s choosing from a slew of things to talk about. He gasps as he lands on one. “I’m hearing the voices.” 

You take a minute to jot voices down on your paper. He watches you, unamused. “What are they saying to you, Timothee? The voices.” 

“Your pretty little ears don’t deserve to be tainted with what they have to say,” he answers quickly.

You set your pen down and let out a small chuckle. “Humor me. I’ve heard a lot in my day.” Literally. 

One of Timothee’s eyebrows shoot up and he pulls another piece of skin off of his lips with his teeth. He draws blood this time, but instead of licking it up, it drips down his chin and onto the white straps of his straight jacket. He squirms uncomfortably in it and you feel for him, having been in one yourself many many years ago. 

“Have you been taking your medication, Timothee?” You ask. 

“Of course,” his tone offering mock offense. 

You flip a page on your clip board and tap on it with your pen.

“I see, I can give you a higher dosage of-”

“What do your voices tell you, y/n?” He interrupts you, his question is serious. He looks at you from under his brow. “What about those doctors that didn’t listen to you when you told them you weren’t crazy?”

You open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out. so he keeps talking.

“They just shoved a pill down your throat and gave you a pat on the head, isn’t that right?” 

You’re staring at him and his words are making sense. It’s scaring you. You’re supposed to be the one asking the questions, but you let him continue. 

“These doctors,” he says the word in disgust. “They don’t let you explore your true self. There’s a reason we were chosen. But I don’t need to tell you that. You already know. Oh don’t look at me like that.” 

He stands up and walks over to the couch you’re seated on. It comfortably fits two people but he’s sitting so close, your thighs touch. 

“Don’t look at me like I’m insane. That hurts my feelings,” he pouts before dropping it and instantly changing to a face whose emotion you can’t quite place. “I think you know better than anyone that crazy people are the most interesting people the world has to offer. But they shove pills down our throats and turn us into walking science experiments. ‘Oh this pill. This one  works’ ‘This pill makes him sleepy’ ‘this one makes him a little bit stabby’,” He mocks in a high pitched nasally tone each one more aggressive than the last. “How are they able to tell us what’s right and what isn’t just because they don’t hear the same things we do?”

You shake your head, snapping yourself out of the trance like state you feel yourself slipping into. “N-no, it’s not real. They’re not real--the voices. They’re something your mind conjures up due to trauma, Timothee. Your mind creates them as a form of comfort.” 

He’s still sitting close and he spreads his legs wider, shifting in his seat. He leans his head back against the chair. “They’ve just blinded you is all.” 

“I’m not blind, Timothee.”

“Oh, I think you are. You’ve allowed yourself to be. You’ve let yourself forget the things that have happened to you. The things that broke you. When you should be letting it fuel you.”

“I have mental clarity. I have my sanity, that I’ve worked hard to maintain. I’m sitting here with you having a conversation that-”

“Have you noticed the two dead guys in the corner over there?”

Your eyes snap to each corner of the room, but there’s nothing. No bodies, no blood. He’s lying. 

“There’s no one there. Do you see dead people in the room, Timothee?”

“Look again.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because.” 

He offers you an insidious grin and your eyes betray you. Quickly, they snap over to the corner. And they’re there. Piled on top of one another. Dead and bleeding profusely. One has his eyes gouged out and the other’s stomach is ripped open, his organs spilling out onto the tiled floor. 

You pull yourself into standing position, your clipboard clattering to the floor as you gasp. Timothee is cackling loudly and you feel yourself slipping. 

You smack him and he’s stunned into silence. 

He looks positively benevolent as he glares at you and when that grin creeps back up onto his face, like predator whose successfully lured a victim into their trap, you realize it’s too late.

“Killed them myself,” he says, adjusting his jaw from your slap like it was nothing. “In record time too. I know you think about killing these fuckers, y/n.” He gets close again, shuffling his body against the sofa, until his breath is caressing your face. “Think of what we could do together.” Timothee leans in and inhales deeply against your neck. “Such a pretty smell.”

You should smack him again, or better yet leave the crazy fucker and go home. But you can’t. 

There’s something about this man that feels like home. 

And you’ve already fallen too far. 

“What do those voices tell you, y/n?” His lips brush against yours and you shudder at the touch. 

“Th-they tell me to stab them with screwdrivers.” 

“Mmmm,” Timothee breathes out, as if your sentence was the most orgasmic one he’d ever heard spoken. “Help me out of this straight jacket, princess.” 

He stands and turns his back to you. The layers of velcro straps, belts and zippers exposed to you. It’s not too late to book it, but your hands reach for the first set of straps instead of the door. And before you have a chance to change your mind he’s free.

He spins, showing off his newly freed body to you. He pulls you’re body into his and smashes his lips against yours, the intensity of it almost too much to handle, but you melt into it. Kissing him back with just as much ferocity. 

He pulls away with a noisy smack of his last kiss. Your red lipstick smeared all over his mouth. 

“Come on Princess, let’s paint this bitch red.”

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[vendettapandav]

John Loves You AU notes

So I'm awake now and I've been seeing this Swap AU concept everywhere, so naturally, I wanted to contribute by bringing my own little interpretation of things to the table ❤️

Big credit to @zzoupz and @salmonandsoup bc they formed the basis for a lot of these ideas and I just wanted to build on some of the concepts bc they are insanely cool and inspiring ✨

John Ward - Charismatic, well-spoken, manipulative, but quite spineless and cowardly otherwise, John is a priest who can’t help but look at the world with scorn. He is of the belief that humanity is irredeemable in its current state. That no amount of prayer and penance can save mankind now. The only way for there to be salvation is for the world to effectively be “reset” by God once more. Much like Noah and his Ark, John feels that it is his mission to gather all those that are still able to be saved and are destined for the new world. Once he has gathered them all in his temple, The Ark, he intends to initiate a ceremony to unleash a “flood of angels” into the world. He believes that God will not be able to ignore such a sign and will “wipe the slate clean,” after which he and his followers will emerge in a new Eden and rebuild the world as God intended. Also, he wields a dagger in the shape of a cross (because that idea is cool as hell and I’m obsessed with it.) His cult features iconography of hoofed animals, especially lambs, goats, and deer.

Lisa Pearson - John’s right-hand woman and chosen “vessel.” If he is Joseph, then she is the Mother Mary of the Cult of the Ark. Having known John since childhood, she had no reason not to trust him when he told her the world would soon end and that he needed her help, especially when he was inaugurated as a priest and claimed: “it was God’s will.” She trusts John wholeheartedly to protect her and save her soul. She is loyal to him and utterly adores him, and she will stubbornly deny that she is with him against her will. She genuinely loves John, and she’s very kind and sweet, and non-hostile, unlike John and the rest of the cult. One should tread lightly though, as she is very perceptive, and she is very much a tattle-tail. Any perceived threat she sees will immediately be reported, and John will respond with full force to defend her. Even if that means having to stab someone himself. She helps John run the abortion clinic and harvest “young, pure souls” to use as messengers to God.

Father Garcia - Garcia is considered the guardian of John’s flock. He’s referred to as the Shepherd by John’s followers, the Angel by John himself, and the Reaper by all outsiders that try to lead his lambs astray. A senior priest, John took advantage of him during the lowest point in his life after the death of his wife. He deceived a grieving Garcia into believing that he could find peace again or perhaps even see her when the world was reborn into a new Eden, and all he had to do was play the role of Shepherd for his flock of chosen ones. Garcia was all too happy to accept in his desperation to find purpose and faith again, gladly taking up arms and fiercely defending John and his cult. He’s a stern, stubborn old man who has bought completely into John’s rhetoric and cannot be swayed, for he has nothing left to lose. He’s former military and he speaks candidly of how he served in Vietnam in particular. He’s also a hunting enthusiast, so he knows his way around traps and guns and will use this knowledge to keep outsiders at bay.

Amy Martin - Displaced just before she turned 18, Amy ended up being taken in by Miriam. Her family and she frequently got into arguments and fights about the fact she worked at an abortion clinic. Her parents threatened to throw her out so Amy went a step ahead and left on her own after they tried placing nonsensical rules and restrictions on her. It turned out to be a blessing in disguise, as Amy’s family became the first victims of John and his cult after they refused to join his cause. He believed they would be easy to indoctrinate on account of their grief over their lost twins but they resisted. As such, he ended up having them killed and used their corpses as part of a summoning ritual for some “angels.” Amy never learned the truth past the fact that her family was murdered. She’s furious and bitter and demands to be included in Gary’s mission to take down the cult.

Michael Davies - Left in the care of Father Garcia by a family who mistook his albinism for demonic possession, when Garcia joined the cult he brought Michael with him. Michael was originally planned to be used as a vessel; “a mouthpiece for God.” (Aka, he was going to be possessed by a demon.) Somehow, he managed to escape and was offered sanctuary by Miriam until Gary could properly exorcise him. Unfortunately, Gary was unable to do so and Michael ended up escaping their care. Now, Gary’s mission is to find him, free his soul, and destroy John’s cult before they find him first and unknowingly complete the ritual that will open the world to a flood of demons.

Tiffany Robinson - Tiffany is Gary's childhood friend. She was often the only one who stood beside him when others picked on him for his status as a bastard child. As they got older, they stayed very close despite their significant differences. While Gary went on to become a preacher, Tiffany leaned more into news reporting and writing in general and adopted an agnostic mindset. They still spend a lot of time together and she volunteers herself up as his assistant who takes notes for him and helps him edit and practice his sermons while joking around with him.

Gary Miller - Gary is a preacher, albeit not an overly religious one. He takes a more loose and accepting interpretation of the Bible, focusing less on God and more on the stories, encouraging community support and acceptance. His heart is in the right place, but he tends to come off as very cynical and critical of the Church as an organization and holds a bitterness towards established religion due to the way it was shoved down his throat as a child. He’s got a small but devoted following, despite his opinions being unpopular with most. When he’s not at an altar, he’s usually volunteering in the local community. He uses a cane (with a sword in it bc like I said before, I’m OBSESSED with the concept) to get around. While he’s mostly healthy, old age has caught up with him a bit and his left knee is in a sore state on account of an incident with some other kids in his youth that left it damaged. He’s kind, charismatic, a bit snarky and sarcastic with his humor, but overall well-mannered and good-natured.

Miriam Bell - Miriam was a devoted nun for decades before she had Gary. He was an unplanned child for obvious reasons and seeing as termination wasn’t an option (and she would have just been further ostracized for it), she was excommunicated from her church as a nun. This didn’t stop her from loving Gary with all her heart, nor did it stop her from attending a different church with her boy despite the constant rumors and nasty comments about her situation. She was the one who taught him to judge less and be more kind and tolerant. Her only regret is not doing more to protect him from the constant badgering from others who knew he was born out of wedlock. She’s a loving, protective figure in her greater general community and is a bit of a mama bear to all the kids. If you walk into her house, you will notice a lot of handmade dolls, a lot of old jewelry, and a lot of swords to go with the homemade cooking. She teaches self-defense classes on the side, and she still spoils her adult son.

Alu, Roger, Jefferey, Malphas - All powerful demons conjured from Hell to usher in chaos and the end of days, John believes them to be nothing more than angels. He’s summoned them under the thought that they will get God’s attention and serve as witnesses and testimonies as to why the earth should be flooded and purged once more. Tricksters that they are, they are more than happy to go along with his delusions and make demands for “evidence” in the form of sacrifices and ceremonies. He doesn’t realize that they’re not angels, and they’re just fine with that fact.

[minjunz]

heyyy i hope your doing finee <3 i just saw that yangyang and shotaro as boyfriends and that was literally the most satisfying and cutest thing ive read so far :( ... also nice to meet u! im new on here (like no joke i just joined like 2 weeks ago)— anyways cld i req the same thing but with xiaojun and hendery as well 🥺🫶🏽 idk im in my feels 😞❤️ take your time w this one lovely xoxo

hii!! i hope you’re doing fine as well ^^ had to absolutely wrack my tiny little peanut brain for these, i’m so bad at writing for anyone except nct dream so i’m super sorry if this is subpar D: ty for requesting though!

nice to meet you too btw!!!!

xiaojun and hendery as boyfriends! [gn reader]

XIAOJUN ☀️

goes shopping with you but you both end up just buying stuff for bella instead

takes bella on walks with you and you end up having to run with him

appreciates all your weird jokes but doesn’t really understand them. he just thinks you’re cute

constantly gushing about you to everyone

experiments with recipes (like the oreo cake) and uses you as his test subject

would die for you

sends you gym photos. also sends you bella photos

you constantly get into dumb playful arguments about stupid things like if milk or cereal goes first

likes headbutting you in an affectionate way

if you’re checking your outfit in the mirror he’ll come up behind you and just start flexing

pinches your cheeks so often there’s xiaojun prints permanently engraved in your skin

he also likes laying his head on your ass. he says it’s like a heated pillow

tries to act mature and manly when you go for nights out

you get home and he immediately falls on top of you and won’t move unless you pinch or kiss him

prefers video call to audio call if he’s away

he’s always trying to get you to feel more confident

i think he’s the type to give a million pecks instead of just one kiss

[sorry i see xiaojun as a brother figure it’s so hard to write for him 😭]

you ask him to step on you as a joke and he looks at you like you’re clinically insane

makes an effort to take you on as many dates as he possibly can

you build giant lego sets together

takes the worst photos of you but it’s ok

makes dinosaur noises at you to end conversations

protects his squidward beanie with his life. the only thing you’re not allowed to touch when he has it on

he looks like a guard dog from afar but he’s actually whispering “look at my boobs” into your ear

HENDERY ☁️

a clown.

if he can’t make you laugh at least thrice a day then he won’t sleep

i feel like 90% of the time he’s messing around and being playful with you but the other 10% of the time he’s SO romantic

like he’ll set up candle light three course meals in your living room just because he wants to

he gets really really shy/awkward when meeting your friends or family though and won’t let go of your hand

will wake you up by making weird noises in your face or twerking

calls you his prince/princess in the middle of kisses

puts on his ‘girl voice’ when he wants you to do something

force feeds you his food because he wants you to try it

buys shirts with you in mind. he wants you to like them enough to steal them

nose boops you like a dog

vlogs to his story and always hypes you up for no reason

“hey guys look at how amazing, gorgeous, cool, showstopping, brilliant, incredible, magnificent and CUTE y/n is. look at my baby.”

knows all your likes and dislikes. he’ll eat what you don’t like if you’re determined to get something with it though

compliments you in a different language to your face then refuses to tell you what he’s saying

even if you’re attacking him he’ll just grin and shake his head

sometimes you wake up and he’s just stood at the foot of your bed like a sleep paralysis demon

or he’s stood in front of your mirror doing weird dances

staring contests but he’s trying to distract you by blowing kisses the whole time

sends you cat thirst trap photos

absolutely destroys you when you play fight then apologises immediately after

so comfortable around you. almost too comfortable. like he shits with the door open

sends you horrible puns every hour

neighbours called the police once because they thought you were murdering someone but you were just trying to make hendery jump and he screamed

[sleeplessangelsgame]

Hello! Are you still writing prompts? If it's not too much trouble, can I request "pin" for Aristeo? Thank you! ❤️

This has been in my drafts for a while, but I love this prompt!  ❤️

“Again,” Aris said. It took every shred of remaining dignity in my body not to glare at him.

“It’s been three and a half hours,” I replied, every word cutting between gasps for air. “I’m Ascendant, not fucking - ”

Aris moved, almost too quick to catch, and I barely managed to roll out of the way, just out of reach of his grasp. I let out a sharp growl of frustration, and all the pain and exhaustion ran together into a fine pinpoint. The adrenaline melted away the discomfort and crafted it into blissful numbness, and I launched my attack.

Aris, as always, was ready for me. He wrapped his fingers around my right wrist, tight enough to almost hurt, and tried to force me to my knees. He wanted me to surrender. The blood rushing through my ears muffled my growl of pain, so far beyond concern when compared to the bone-deep fury swallowing my instincts in hellfire. The logical part of me, bound by humanity, was merely a whisper that haunted the back of my mind.

My other hand swung upon instinct, the heel of my palm smashing against Aris’s nose and forcing him to release me, blood pouring down his chin. The sharp tang of copper filling the fair ignited every other sense, drowning out any shred of humanity still lingering within me.

I was tired, bruised, and my opponent had tried to force me to surrender. Spilling blood only made me more hungry for the violence of it all.

I didn’t even think; I took advantage of Aris’s shock, and I brought my elbow up, smashing it across their temple with all of my supernatural might.

Aris stumbled, and then he fell.

And the panic lanced through me, killing the wild monster that claimed my every movement. Exhaustion and pain tumbled over my shoulders, but I only felt dread digging into my shoulders, clutching me in an iron vice.

In all our years, Aris had never fallen to me before.

“Aris?” I said, my voice pitched with mounting panic. I fell to my knees at his side, my hands hovering just over his body, hesitant. “Aris!”

I had spent half of my childhood in the pack, and most of it getting patched up in the pack’s modest clinic. I knew how to stitch a wound in a straight line and blend specific plants for their healing properties. Kneeling beside Aris in the dirt erased every lesson from my mind; all I could see was the blood staining the front of his training clothes, pitch dark red, and all I could hear was the pained wheeze in his breathing.

I had hurt him.

“Fine,” Aris finally muttered, his eyes still closed. His hand reached over and rested on my knee, an unspoken comfort while he tried to catch his breath and tame it. “I’m fine.”

“You’re bleeding,” I managed to say. “And you’re on the ground.”

And I thought I killed you.

It was a stupid thought - Aris must be one of the strongest werewolves in the world, and far too stubborn to die - but the panic from watching him fall was still fresh enough that the back of my throat burned with unshed tears.

The worst part was that Aris, bound to me in a way words couldn’t describe, knew it, too. He gently squeezed my thigh, steadying his breathing before pushing himself up into a sitting position.

“Are you insane?” I demanded, my voice tight, pushing firmly at his shoulder until he slowly laid back down. “You could have a concussion.”

“I’ll survive,” Aris insisted. Yet he didn’t move; whether it was out of pain or simply to humor my impending tears, I didn’t know. “It took you long enough.”

My brow furrowed. “What?”

“The Alpha expected you to best me in combat by the time you were eighteen,” Aris said. Blood stained his mouth and jaw thickly, but I didn’t miss the subtle twitch of the corner of his mouth. Was he hiding a smile at a time like this? I was still suffering the dramatic fall from my adrenaline high, and I stared down at Aris, my face impassive.

I knew that Weaver had his expectations. His whims were no secret: he thought I was something far more powerful than I actually was. Yet assuming I would hurt Aris enough to knock him unconscious? It was a cruel thing to expect me to do, and it was even more horrifying to know that I had actually done it.

I sprang to my feet, feeling all the horror and anger running together, twisting into a tempered beast. Aris watched me carefully, still laying on the ground by my feet, and that only served to make me angrier.

“Glad to see you’re enjoying this,” I snapped. He raised an eyebrow at me, and I shook my head, too furious and hurt to summon the words to express it all. It was one thing if Weaver thought I was a pawn, and it was another if Aris did. When had I let the line of Enforcer and friend muddle together until I couldn’t see the truth anymore?

“Leave me alone,” I finally managed to say, my tone venomous, and I escaped before Aris could even sit up, the image of my elbow smashing him into the ground playing over and over again, a torturous loop of reality.