#if you see me hereditary posting

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peter from hereditary 🤝 kendall roy unequivocally should have just killed themselves the moment they accidentally killed someone in a car crash bc they were driving high, instead of coming back and facing the family of the dead guy

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Mrs. “Wayne”

Content warning: Swears, Arranged Marriage, talks of having an heir, Mentions of Bruce’s Affairs, Nightwing x Starfire mentioned

Based on this since no one else has done it (or at least not that I've seen...)

BTW guys if you want to write something based off something I write I ask that you tag me in it. (Unless it's like a broad thing... like if you see my post about Bruce bringing home a girl that he met and married that day then write a fic around that idea I ask that you credit me, but if you see my Yandere Bruce x reader and decide to make a "baby fever! Bruce x reader" that's more general so I don't think it would be fair of me to ask for credit.)

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"Honey I know you're angry with us but it's what’s best for you. He's the richest man in the country." Your mother fixed your veil.

"He's a whore. And what's worse is that he doesn't even consider how it even affects his kids. I just picks up orphans off the street like they're lucky pennies or a 20 dollar bill for him." You grimaced.

"You know what a..." She sounded appalled. "20 dollar bill is? Oh how I've failed you as a mother."

"Don't be so dramatic." You rolled your eyes.

"Are you ready to go?" Your father entered into the private room. "You look beautiful Princess."

"Thanks dad."

"Come on." He grabbed your hand as you grabbed the bouquet. You wrapped your arm around his as you two walked down the isle to your soon-to-be husband, Bruce "Brucie" Wayne.

You looked down through the entire ceremony, up until the Vows. Brucie's were short and sweet. "We may not know each other too well but I swear to be loyal, thoughtful, and truthful through our entire marriage." At which you heard a faint snort from the front row. You slightly glance over and see a young man a few years younger than you trying to hold laughter, his white streak bobbing as he shook with laughter. Brucie's glaring at him.

You turned back to your inevitable spouse and said your vows. "I promise to stand by your side in all your endeavors, even if that means adopting 10 more orphans you pick up from the streets like they were stray cats." You said in a monotonous voice.

You two finish off the ceremony with the standard ceremonial officiator speach.

"Do you Bruce Wayne take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

"I do."

He turns to me. "Do you-"

"I do." You cut him off. Surprising everyone with how forward that was. Some whispers were heard amongst the crowd, undoubtedly calling you a gold digger for being so eager to get this ceremony over with.

"Well at least she's eager! That's almost gotta ensure this marriage lasts right?" The officiator jokes to ease the tension. "If anyone objects to this marriage please speak now or forever hold your peace." The same young man who was laughing held up his hand but it was pushed down by a man about your age sitting next to him. "Then you may now kiss the bride."

You and your new husband shared a chaste kiss before you ran down the isle and out to the limo. And after a short drive you made it to the spot where you were scheduled to take your wedding photos and have the reception.

The reception was void of life, stuffy, like all those galas your parents forced you to attend. Hopefully this didn't end up like one of the incidents of Brucie flirting with milfs, sticking his tongue down a young squeezes throat, or twerking on ice sculptures.

Eventually Brucie takes you over to the loudest table in the place. "Wifey, these are my kids and co. Dick my oldest, the trouble maker who laughed during the ceremony is Jason, my oldest daughter Cass, the middles Stephanie and Tim, and Damian my youngest. Then there's Barbara Commissioner Gordons daughter, and our newest member of our family Duke."

"I'm the only blood child." Damian points out.

"Let's hope debauchery isn't hereditary."

Jason bursts out laughing at that. "I like her already."

"Really? Cause I had to hold your hand like a toddler during the ceremony to keep you from throwing a tantrum like a toddler." Dick points out.

"Can you blame me Dickie. She's your age. If anyone should be having a hissy fit it's you. Well you and maybe Babs."

"But we're not. So can't you be mature about this."

"I think Todd's lack of manners have become more acceptable considering what she said. Now it stands out less. Congrats Todd, you're now the family's second biggest embarrassment." Damian rolled his eyes.

"Haha" You laughed sarcastically. "What are you stray cats fighting over anyway that has you so rowdy? Someone throw out a can on anchovies?"

"No we're just excited to have a new Mom." Dick smiled at you.

"Oh looks like my new Father-in-law is calling me over for some business talk. I'll be back, Wifey. You just stay here and mingle." Your husband walks away and you turn back to the Brucie bunch.

"I know you guys probably don't like me or find it weird that I'm so close to your guys ages. Do me a favor and just put up with me for say five to ten years." They looked at you confused so you elaborate. "Brucie and I signed a prenup that if I asked for a divorce I'd get nothing. But give it a few years and he'll find a new fling. They'll get caught and he'll ask for a divorce to save his image. Don't worry I'll only ask for at most a million. Standard sum for a celebrity of his caliber."

Damian glares at you. "You skank."

"I'm being realistic. As a woman in high society you get to be a man's pretty young thing till you're 40. By then you've either started your own multi-million dollar business or you're the divorced crone who can't do any better. Most relationships of this caliber are shams held together by pool boys and secretaries. Or the few lucky ones that got married for love instead of PR."

"Bruce isn't like that." Tim defends.

"Oh please. I've seen him go to a date with a woman and leave with two completely different women than the woman he arrived with." You rolled your eyes

"Maybe when he was younger, but he's changed." Duke stood up to confront you.

"It's nothing personal kids, it's just business. I don't care if that's how he chooses to live his life. I won't be around much to see it anyway, I'm going to be rather busy." You shrugged, seemingly above it all.

"Busy with what?" Cass glared.

"Trading stocks and such, preparing for the inevitable divorce. Maybe I'll go sponsor some artists or a theatre production if I'm bored. I don't know, but what I can tell you is that it's coming." You turn around to walk away and see Brucie already flirting with another woman. "And from the looks of it, it's coming sooner than we could've ever guessed." You smirked, feeling vindicated. The rest of them looked on in horror.

After the reception you two left on a rather uneventful honeymoon. The private villa was garish and gaudy. It felt like a petty excuse to flaunt his wealth especially because you two spent the entire trip sleeping in different rooms. And on top of all that half way through he up and left you with his black card and flew back to the mansion to deal with an "emergency". Your best guess was a whiny sugar baby was getting pissy.

At the end of the trip you flew back and had to catch an uber home. None of them even came to pick you up from the airport. Though with how they reacted to your statements at the reception could you really blame them?

Regardless you practically snuck into the mansion with the help of Alfred who showed you to a small guest room on the first floor. It had a single queen sized bed without even a comforter, just a white duvet, and on either side of the bed were nightstands.

"Thank you Alfred." You nodded to.

"You're welcome." He bows. "If there's anything else you need please feel free to inform me immediately."

"Brucie left this with me in his vacation home, can you give this back to him and tell him I said thank you for the take out?" You handed over the black card.

"Take out?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah. And for letting me use the Wayneflix account while I was there. If I may make a slight suggestion, give your regency era shows more attention. Thank you Alfred. I'll go unpack now."

"I've already taken the liberty of unpacking your clothes into the wardrobe and dresser." He revealed.

"You didn't need to do that."

"I know you requested that I not but I felt I'd rather have your room ready for you than for you to stress when you arrived." He bowed.

"That's very sweet but I have a very particular system. My outfits all fit together in a specific way." You start to rearrange your clothes in the way you see fit.

"Might I learn how you like them so I can properly sort them next time?"

"No, it's okay. I can do my own laundry." You offered.

"Have you ever done your own laundry?" He raised an eyebrow accusingly.

"Well... no." You confessed. "But you already have like 14 other people's laundry to do. I don't want to be a bother. Besides I don't want you to waste a few weeks when it won't matter in a few years."

"So Master Damian has told me you've said. Nevertheless I'm willing to learn to do this if you are willing to learn how to do your own cooking and laundry."

"Why are you helping me?"

"I've met many people whom Master Wayne has brought into his life. You are the first who's actually wanted to fend for yourself. If you are running a long con into Master Wayne's pocket it's either the smartest or the dumbest plan I've ever seen concocted. Besides, many of the Wayne's don't currently reside here full time. Master Dick lives with his wife missus Koriand'r. Master Jason lives in a renovated greenhouse studio apartment. Miss Barbara and Miss Cassandra live as roommates. And Master Wayne lives in either his WayneTech or home Office. I have more than enough time to learn."

You genuinely smiled for the first time since you heard about the engagement. The two of you spent the rest of the day organizing clothes and making cookies.

"-And that is the difference between Light Academia and Pastel Academia.”

He looked stunned. "How do you keep all this straight?"

"It's just something I got into because I wanted to disassociate from my hopeless reality. I figured fake it till you make it right? Someday I could have a different, more quiet life. And finding subtle nuances between aesthetics is honestly fun. Like a game of spot the difference."

“Oh my! Look at the time! It’s already 4 o’clock!” Alfred looks stunned at the time.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to spend four hours talking about this.”

"It's quite alright Missus Wayne."

"I'll go bring these to Brucie. Might as well let him know that he's not getting any inheritance from a tragic accident that happened to me."

"Master Wayne cares for you. I hope you know that. It may not be in the most... romantic measure... but I swear that he was not lying on your wedding day when he said he'd remain faithful to you." Alfred tried to reassure.

"If you say so Alfred." You gave him a small smile.

Alfred looked at her sadly as she walked away. He wished there was more he could do to help you fit in around the manor. Someone as grounded as you would be a good addition in Brice's life, he just knew it!

Later in the Batcave, Alfred confronted Bruce

"Master Wayne I have an idea on how to keep your new wife busy."

"Why should I care about what's she's doing with her life? I have more important things to do than to worry about than some nepo-baby throwing a tantrum.

"Why should you care? How about the fact that you have never had a serious relationship and making this work is crucial for your public image? How about the fact that she has given up her entire life to cater towards your brash decision after one petty comment Mr. West made about your love life?" Alfred started listing off reasons; becoming more irate as he did. "How about the fact that if she's not kept busy during the day she'll eventually stumble upon the entrance of the Batcave?"

That peaked Bruce's interest. "I'm listening." He swivels around in his chair.

"Offer her a job as the family's social media manager." Alfred proposed.

"What? Why?" Bruce looked at him, skeptically.

"She's very knowledgeable about different aesthetics and trend. She could make this family look..." He tried to find a nice word to describe them.

"Normal?" Bruce interrupts with an almost bored look on his face.

"I was going to say civil but that works too." Alfred shrugged as Bruce groaned. "Don't take it the wrong way Master Wayne. I love this Family with all my heart but you cannot deny that they can be a bit rowdy at times."

"A bit is an understatement. It would look good for your PR... fine. Go ask her... but If it is not up to Wayne Enterprise standards you're firing her for me!"

So that's what you've been doing for the past few months.

"Jason, I'm telling you, motorcycles are out! Most girls aren't going for the bad boy vibe anymore! They're into Timothée Chalamet!" You argued over the phone with Jason, Bruce's most rebellious child, even more so than the 12 year old pain in the ass! "Fine, we'll talk later. I have an unexpected visitor anyway." You looked behind you as Bruce entered.

Bruce made a habit of being loud around the house for her. You knew he was being exceptionally weird but you didn't exactly know why. You didn't really care all that much either.

He came up behind you and started to massage your shoulders. "Jason giving you trouble again."

"...yeah." You said shrinking into yourself. The one thing you hadn't quite gotten used to was Bruce's attempts to flirt with you. You knew that he wanted to keep public image favorable, but it didn't make sense why he flirted with you behind closed doors.

He leaned down and started kissing your exposed shoulders in your off the shoulder sweater dress. You wriggled out and away from him in discomfort and he looked at you puzzled. "What's wrong?"

"I don't like you touching me." You confessed. "I don't- ...I don't see us that way... I'm sorry."

He sat on the edge of your desk. "You have nothing to apologize for. I'm the one who should apologize. It's just that... we haven't done anything yet and-"

"And what? You think I'm a slut that's just going to put out for you?" You interrupted.

"No! I just meant that you were probably wanting me to... be more romantic... I thought you'd want me to instigate something..." He stood there, not knowing what to do.

"Well you thought wrong." You left your office angrily. You stomped out of there and went to the library. You looked over all the books they had. Classics like the Iliad and Crime and Punishment to so many romance novels. But one book in particular caught your interest. The History of Taxes.

"Who wants to read about taxes?" You cringed. The book looked relatively untouched. 'Typical,' you thought. 'Rich people can't even be bothered to try and read the books they have in their house.' She went to pull it out and found the bookshelf moving.

On the other side was the answer to one of the greatest mysteries she's had since she came to Gotham, "Who is Batman and Co?"

There it was! The Batcave and All it's glory...

Oh... the bags under his eye of sleepless nights, the flirty persona, the stomping around trying to make his presence known to you.

"Bruce Wayne is Batman..." No sooner had you said those words did you feel a sharp pain in the back of your head and the world fade into darkness...

[babybinko]

My second batch of venture bros genderbends are finally done! :D [first set here]

PLEASE LOOK UNDER THE CUT!!! I made all these nice drawings and doodles of them and I want people to see them without this post being super long! :') [My thoughts on the designs and doodles will be under the cut as well]

Okay NOW I'm going talk about my thought process on some of these:

Baby Rusty: I love the baby Rusty, the frilly socks and sleeves were a must. I actually drew her with the original set of genderbends but I turned off her layer and forgot about her 💀

Jonas Jr: not much to say about her, I tried to make her like Rosie the Riveter. Her little bandana has the Venture logo on it :)

Jonas Sr: I wanted her to be a hot bitch, her outfit is maybe a little scandalous for the time era they were in but I think it fits, canon Jonas is a whore. I think everybody would want her and that every celebrity, politician, and anybody with any power would chase after her so badly.

Blue Morpho: I made her so incredibly slay. I fucking love her outfit, I found the inspo for the outfit on Pinterest but I changed it up a bit. Also her gun has the bayonetta butterfly wings on it as a charm because I HAD TO.

Colonel Gentleman: Not a lot to say, I wanted to give her like horse riding esque boots and I gave her a purple flower cause she likes the ladies. I know generally WLW flowers are Violets and Lavender but I wanted to draw a rose so, Purple rose compromise <3

Dr.Boyfriend 2: With my last round Dr.Boyfriend was the only one people had complaints with. I think people wished he was more Masculine and I agree but if I switched up the design too much it wouldn't look like Dr.Girlfriend. I hope giving him armor and making him look like a knight helped him look more masc. I made the sheer wings cross over his chest to make it look like it was holding up the shoulder armor. Also his guild book is insanely high quality because I was procrastinating drawing his armor.

Goofy and Goober (Watch and Ward): I think they ended up really cute, I tried to make their hair colors close to Doc and Jacksons since I heard they are supposed to be like their "main" self inserts. With Ward I had a really specific idea for her hair, I kept thinking about this haircut from my sims and had to do it. It might be hard to see but her ponytail holders have skull charms on them. I also purposely gave them both some sort of ponytail hairstyle so they would match but be slightly different :) (They are absolutely prank calling or trolling their clients on that phone btw)

Shoreleave: OH MY GOD I LOVE SHORELEAVE. I kept turning her folder back on just to keep looking at her when I was drawing the other characters. She is so captivating to me, she looks so soft and human. I want to take a bite out of her thigh. My biggest inspo for her was Cammy from Street Fighter, I felt like her dressing a bit skimpy works for her since canon Shoreleave kinda does. The girls out for the girls.

Alchemist: I love her design so much too. I wanted her to look like some kind of nun or priestess. She looks like if a Zelda fire temple was a person. I kinda gave her like a weird little hime cut under the hood. Also I put the Triad logo on all three of their designs (+ Triana).

Jefferson: Had a lot of fun with her, I didnt change her design much from canon though so there's not much to say. I did give her more flared pants though. Drawing her hair was a really fun change of pace, I very rarely get to draw textured hair.

College Rusty and Monarch Drawing: I love this one, Monarch turned out so hot dude. You can tell what character I like more LMFAO. I made rusty very obnoxious 80s while keeping the colors of the original college rusty outfit. Monarch kind of looks like postal dude but its fine because shes slay.

Hereditary Venture Family Dinner Drawing: This was one of the first drawings I started but the second to last one I finished. I wanted to draw the family doing something together but I think I really truly just wanted to draw Dermott again. 😭 Nobody has said anything if they noticed but I did give hatred the shirt from these edits. (I believe the one on the left is from reddit and the one on the right is by SquashFold on Twitter)

Dermott piercing Dean's ears drawing: Even though its messy its in the top 3 favorites I did, It was also the last one I did. I just love the idea of Dermott giving goth Dean at home ear piercings. At first I didn't know if I wanted to make Dermott giving her piercings at the mall where she works or at home but the mall idea was too much work for a last minute sketch. Dermott is so mean older sister who shoplifts and works at the mall.

Drug bathroom drawing: Another one of my favorites, its based off a specific deleted scene from Invisible Hand of Fate where Pete and Rusty talk at the bar but Pete comes out of the bathroom sniffling at the start. I love the way I drew Pete pushing the hair out of her face and both of their expressions.

Bdsm 21 drawing: Okay first of all, The little devil Monarch was so cute I was screaming, crying, and throwing up while drawing her. I fucking love her, shes the smallest part of the image but my favorite. I also am quite fond of the bdsm 21.

Quizgirls Pete and Billy: I tried looking up Vanna White dresses to base Pete's outfit off of but I couldn't find one that Pete would actually wear so I just had to make shit up. Billy's design is really basic but the bow in her hair is actually from one of my rejected main Billy genderbends.

Me and The Bestie: I put a lot of effort into this one for no reason. Literally the moment I saw Jonas in the problem machine I thought he should be made of like blue slime. When I was working on this I kept thinking about Momopatchi's Hatsune Microbe drawing so this Jonas was definitely inspired by that. I gave Jonas makeup because she was having a party movie night on gargantua and I felt like she would still have makeup on thats like completely fucked up and deteriorating on her face after many many years. Vendata's outfit was partially based on Marguerite Chapman's from Flight to Mars, never seen it but I was looking up old sci-fi movie costumes to work with and I thought it would look good :)

[twisted-in-the-wind]

Raphael's Nose

I came across this post and it got me thinking. https://www.tumblr.com/deardarlingdevil/732586051569352704?source=share

In the post, deardarlingdevil, compared Raphael to Haarlep in both the male and female form and suggested that Raphael is insecure about some features including the bump on his nose, the small notch at the tip and his cleft chin. Not needing any excuse, I began to gaze, uh, examine Raphael's face in detail and I had an immediate thought.

Raphael's nose looks like it was broken, like Luke Wilson's nose. It would explain why Haarlep would have a totally different nose, so I looked it up. It is often hereditary but can also be caused by injury. https://www.healthline.com/health/dorsal-hump#causes "Trauma or injury to your nose can also cause a dorsal hump to develop. A bruise on your nose or a broken nose can result in a dorsal hump if the cartilage and bone heal unevenly."

That made me curious so I began to look at other parts of his face and I think, I may be completely wrong of course, but I think Raphael has faint, silvery scars to his forehead and the left side of his face. The right side is clear but the lines go from top of his head to his nose and from the top of his head down to almost his jaw in some places. Also, is his jaw uneven? On the left side of his face as well. Could Haarlep just be an undamaged Raphael?

I zoomed in on my phone which is how I noticed all of this. Am I nuts? I fully believe Raphael has experienced some gnarly shit including whatever made him leave his Dad's Circle of Hell. Cambions also don't have a great experience of life since their mothers often die at birth and their infernal parent usually doesn't give a shit. And then their his Father who can only be described as temperamental. In DnD, Raphael is described as being favoured by his father but by the time of BG3, that's clearly not the case. What kinds of fights has he been in?

What do you think? Am I seeing things that aren't there?

Haarlep for comparison:

EDIT: Hey, I found another high quality pic with a good look at his face and there are no lines. While I love the idea, I don't think I can say that the lines are scars with any certainty unless I find something else in future that corroborates it. I still love it as a headcanon though and I genuinely think that his nose looks broken af. Hopefully the idea is still inspiring to you guys.

[yanxidarlings]

ik i should focus on requests but i just have some ideas

what if the reader from the slytherin x dormmate reader series ended up in ravenclaw? (spoiler alert he now has a ravenclaw yandere harem) will address the slytherin side of this conundrum in another post but for now i present

YANDERE HOGWARTS: RAVENCLAW BOYS X DORMMATE READER

"ravenclaw" the entire hall falls dead silent, m/n l/n, from the famous l/n family? the purebloods that have been in slytherin for centuries? a ravenclaw. the young boy had a look of horror on his face as he sat there in shock.

the sorting hat was taken off his head and mcgonagall ushered him towards the ravenclaw table. "no- but" he squeked out as he was sat with the rest of the first year ravenclaws. he felt himself bumping into someone as he sat down, oh my god did i just touch a mudblood, m/n thought, stealing a glance at the person- boy, who was next to him, merlin help me i'm going to hell.

"names michael corner" m/n heard the faint voice of another boy, his handoutstretched as the prefect led the first years up the ravenclaw tower stairs. do i have to do this walk everyday, m/n thought to himself as he stared ahead blankly. "you alright, mate?" the boy walking next to m/n spoke once again, waving his hand in front of m/n's face.

taking it one step further, the boy poked m/n on the cheek, snapping him out of his thoughts - "get your hands off me you filthy-" "quiet down first years, this is the entrance to the common room" m/n was cut off by the prefect, sending a glare the boy - maxwell?, myles? michael?.

• yeah so homeboy reader was not prepared to get sorted into any house but slytherin. i mean ig ravenclaw is better than hufflepuff or god forbid gryffindor but by a small margin.

• dude kinda misses his slythergremlins sure they were annoying but at least they aren't going to suck the magic out of him like the muggleborns in ravenclaw were.

• so reader doesn't really get off on the best foot with his new dormmates, probably says something offensive, and boom, now his dormmates hate him. not to mention his childhood friends who got sorted into slytherin as expected started giving him the cold shoulder.

• okay so they don't hate him but he does feel like the odd one out. yes his first question when he arrived at the dorms was their blood status's and he purposely moved his bed further away from them just so he didn't accidentally catch half blood cooties but it only took him six months to stop scrubbing down the shower before taking one incase one of them carried a virus that would convert him into a blood traitor.

TERRY BOOT (fancast fionn whitehead):

• terry boot is probably the most offended of the three, the other two take the readers behaviour in relative stride but terry get's pretty bothered. is it because he's upset that reader doesn't like him or is it because he's actually offended? the world may never know

• at some point he started going through readers stuff, just to make sure he isn't trying to poison us, but steals little keepsakes like socks, pins and the l/n family signet ring that sent the reader on a rampage for an entire month before he gave up on finding it.

• the winter break after that, reader came back to hogwarts with bruises all across his legs.

"you fell down the stairs? is your coordination that poor or are you getting an early start on the hereditary alcholism in your family" terry scoffed, arms folded, a sceptic expression on his face as he observed the boys bruised limbs.

m/n scoffed "the l/n house has moving stairs you dimwit" he quickly closed the door to the bathroom "you nearly fell down the staircase on the way to potions last term" he added from behind the door. terry frowned, did he see scars on l/n's arm as well? he reached down into his pocket and gripped onto the signet ring he had taken from m/n's bedside table in november.

maybe i should give it back, he thought as he observed the pattern on the ring. as he approached m/n's bed, he began searching for a place to put the ring - on the table? inside the little cauldron? under the bed.

terry kneeled down, moving the sheet's out the way as the shoved it under neath the bunk. you know what, he called me mudblood last year, he can suffer. and with that, boot took the ring and hid it back in his pillowcase.

• terry is a denial kind of yandere, at least in this case, he justifies his actions in his mind and see's nothing wrong with what he does. stealing their stuff? friends share things all the time, stalking them? no he's just going in the same direction, manipulating them? he's sorry if they feel that way but that wasn't his intention.

• his initial dislike of the reader is what fuels his obsession, he simultaneously hates them, wants to be them and wants to be with them. terry thinks he wants the reader to become more accepting of life outside the pureblood bubble he was raised in but once he does and is able to function without the help of his dormmates, terry becomes abominably jealous.

• oh, you ate dinner all on your own without having to wait for terry and anthony to sit next to you and protect you from actual muggleborns? the audacity.

MICHAEL CORNER (fancast owen teague):

• michael is nowhere near as offended as terry, he honestly finds the readers behaviour kind of amusing if not a bit weird. but all purebloods are weird like that, besides it's impossible to hate someone with such a pretty face.

• his darling might be a bigoted blood supremacist but they're his bigoted blood supremacist. he's not as pressed about educating the reader about equality as terry he just figures that eventually the reader will fall madly in love with him and decide that true love is more important than the bloodline and then they'll have 10 babies together and live happily ever after.

• so please don't burst his bubble and act disgusted or blatantly reject his advances. michael really tries to ease his darling into his affection but doesn't really understand that going from sitting next to each other in classes is not one step below sleeping in his bed with him.

"what on merlins beard are you doing" m/n yelled as he swiftly kicked michael in the stomach, flinging the other off his bed. with an oomph, corner placed a hand on his stomach "ow, what is wrong with you" he whined, shifting to lean on his elbows, staring at m/n with a shocked expression "i should be asking what's wrong with you - have you not heard of personal space"

michael clicked his tongue, his eyes rolling "surely we've known each other for long enough to have sleepovers.. you know what a sleepover is right?" "i've never even seen your family tree and you want me to share a bed with you" m/n let out a scoff "you half-bloods are like cavemen merlin help me" he laid back and covered himself with his blanket.

blinking, michael fell silent for a moment "would you like me to get you a copy?" he finally asked, elaborating when the irritated boy muttered what from under the blanket "i'll find my family tree records and give you a copy if you'd like" he replied surely, a smile gracing his face.

m/n pulled the blanket down from covering his face, "well" he started, furrowing his brows, as if deep in thought "i guess so?"

• michael is the only one who openly pursues a romantic relationship with the reader. the darling can never tell the other two's true intentions but god damn is it obvious that michael's goal is to put a ring on it.

• even in fifth year, when he had a few girlfriends, he could. not. leave. reader. alone. literally invited his darling on his dates with ginny and then cho and made several inappropriate propositions and talked about the reader too much on the rare occasions that he was alone with any of his girlfriends which is why they all broke up with him pretty quickly.

• "m/n" "what" "cho broke up with me can you date me instead" "wtf"

ANTHONY GOLDSTEIN (fancast tarjei sandvik moe):

• anthony is intrigued by the reader the moment they sat next to him on the night of the sorting ceremony. any attempts he made at befriending his darling fell on deaf ears. so.. he couldn't help but want to take a look into his mind. and he was a natural born legilimens so it's not like his darling would notice.

• becomes protective of him almost immediately after. his darling is just so fragile and needs someone mature like anthony to make good decisions on his behalf. anthony is quick to cut off his darling from his childhood friends, so that when they got over their shock over the readers sorting, reader would be too attached to his new best friend to want them back.

• he won't let the darling out of his sight, when he studies in the library so will they, they should also take the same classes as him so he can help them with their homework. will mess with their dreams if they try to distance themself from him.

what a poor baby, anthony cooed to himself as he watched m/n from a distance. his cheeks red and tear stained as he bit his index finger, a sob escaped his lips as he wiped his face with his sleeve.

sure, anthony could have stopped riddle, nott and malfoy from shoving m/n around and calling him vile names, but then he would miss out on m/n's endearing sob session that came afterwards.

in the corner of his eye he spotted malfoy on his way back, and swiftly rushed in, hooking his arms with m/n's and dragging the other off with them "wh-" "malfoys on his way back" anthony picked up his pace "were you were watching the whole time?" m/n asked shakily. anthony pulled them both into another corridor, turning to face m/n "yes" he blinked "and you didn't do anything!" the red-faced boy choked out.

anthony smirked "you.. wanted me to come and defend you from malfoy and his goons?" his heart skipped a beat as m/n remained silent, looking defeated "no- i just- uh... i don't- i just" m/n stuttered, face flushing even redder as he stared at the ground.

• anthony infantilises his darling, treating him as a child that can't do anything right. it gets even worse in fifth year when he becomes a prefect: "dumbledore made me a prefect and not you because he knows you can barely tie your own shoelaces"

• goidsteins a lil condescending towards his darling, he exaggerates their mistakes and downplays their achievements. anything to make them dependent on his constant presence. he feels bad sometimes but when they come running to him for everything, it's all worth it ✨

• unlike other groups of yanderes *cough* the slytherins *cough*, these three don't have much of a problem sharing. they're already good friends, and aren't nearly as possesive as some yandere's (le slytherins) not to mention; at first, it's only michael who is openly pursuing the darling romantically.

• terry and anthony don't realise that they like the darling in the same way michael does until like, fifth year. sure there had been cuddling, shared showers and a bit too much emotional intimacy for 'just friends' but what can you expect from a bunch of nerds 😔✋.

• the ravenclaws foster one hell of a dependant relationship with the reader, becoming the only people he isn't nervous around, convincing him everyone else wouldn't be as understanding and his old friends hate him they want him dead so they promise to look after him in return for.. access to the l/n's private library.

• no they expect affection and loyalty back also as soon as they all graduate readers going to move out of his family home and move in with them dormmates for life right?

• no they aren't the worst yandere's not by a milestone but there's just something so suffocating about them.

• the darling will eventually be pressured into a poly relationship with the three. yes they actually ask him if he wants to date them but it's a rhetorical question it's either yes, or no and they start spiking his water with amortentia - then it's also yes.

• as ravenclaws, they realise that violence is not the answer, mind control is. disobedience, rejection, and provoking jealousy will result in the use of the imperius curse or a love potion.

[seirei-bh]

Summary and opinions of Jason's route ep 5! SPOILERS

Well, well, well, if you're the Jason route, congratulations, my friend! We're celebrating here with cocktails and ugly sobs because we FINALLY get a moment with Jason that last more than two minutes! + a moment alone with him! applauses!

In general it was a good ep, I liked it! I still need to play it with other routes to get a complete opinion, but I enjoyed it.

And now, before continuing, this post contains BIG SPOILERS!!! about this ep in this route, so if you prefer to enjoy the content of the ep by yourself I REALLY recommend that you wait until the day of the general release and play it before read this.

Btw keep in mind that I'm going to make this post with humorous notes on purpose, so pls take it in good vibes!

As soon as I started the ep I got angry because Thomas was two hours late to work without any consequences -Devon was 100% ok with that, like???- while my Sucrette was awake since 7AM as a clown, and then she had to hear how Roy and Amanda argued over a cool project and about how Thomas got the coolest one and then they let my Sucrette take care of the shittiest project of all, thanks Devenementiel! I felt loved and considered! I'll be happy to betray all of you soon! :D Except you, Elenda, you're a sweetheart and wonderful, pls be my wife. I love you, honey.

My sucrette Lily proceeded to take on the project herself without ask help and without making any calls to the client (because she's stupid and because I wanted she suffered alone so Jason could manipulate her later, I'm evil yeees), and ofc she ended up screwing up. Then Elenda tried to cheer us up and then my sucrette went for a walk alone to catch a depression for having disappointed Devon, her coworkers and even her goose. Dishonor on your goose, girl!

Then we found Jason in the park!! Basically our girl was seeing her life passing away in front of her eyes and then our lovely knight came to make fun of her, like a perfect Fool knight in a fairy tale. I swear this man has to have a location chip on us that also detects our emotions, otherwise Idk how we match up with him in every episode XDDD I guess his cell phone alerts him and he will go into "OMG my future wife need my bad jokes! I must go with her so she notices me!" and he runs out of his office.

In short, he offer us his help while he tries to hide his horns, his trident and the infernal flames from the ground , we end up telling him our problem because Sucrette is an idiot, and we make a deal with the devil, but not before Jason telling us to ask him nicely like "pleasee help me", and my Sucrette goes into: desire to kill increasing mode. Jason calls Danica to get info about the project, and while we wait for her response, Jason smirks and thanks us for liking his Instagram photo, while Sucrette tries not to k*ll him. When he gets the info very proud, she also mocks him and comments that "If you track everyone like this, it's no wonder you already have gray hair." and Jason responds that it's not from stress or age, it's poliosis, and that it's hereditary, and his father had them too. And there I wanted my Sucrette to shut up, lol, I'm embarrassed, girl.

Then comes my favorite moment: Jason takes us to Goldreamz!! Here we get a tense scene in which he touches Sucrette's back, they look at each other intensely, she has contradictory feelings because she thinks she's betraying her Devenementiel's coworkers, she doubs about his intentions, and then… *laughs* I love sm this:

Jason is sooo proud of his office and his company that asks Sucrette her opinion about it, Sucrette comments that she has no opinion on it, like meh~ I'm not impressed, man, this is Ikea, and Jason responds like a total offended diva XD Then he counterattacks by making fun of Devenementiel's decoration and both tease each other like always. I love my two fools.

His expression was priceless. And she doesn't give a f***, lmao, tell him, girl. This pathetic man wanted to impress sm his queen and he failed. Someone should call the ambulance, the rival boss is having a shock *laughs*

Next, they both discuss the processes they will follow for the project, Sucrette contributing ideas and Jason getting her very good and surprising contacts. Then there's another of my favorite moments, Jason shows briefly vulnerable when Sucrette asks him a couple of personal questions about his childhood. Jason reveals to us that his parents were not millionaires, that his birthday parties were quite modest, and that his father died when he was a teenager, and then he ends the conversation. And I wanted to hug him.

Here I want to give my opinion. This is the first time that we get info about his family and I'm surprised! Because I thought Jason came from a rich family, like Amanda, and the plot twist about his father leaves me intrigued. The only thing I can theorize now at least is that Jason became an ambitious person perhaps due to this, and I wonder what exactly happened to his father, whether he died from an accident or illness.

Finally, Sucrette thanks him and Jason tells her that she shouldn't forget that now she has an outstanding debt with him that she'll have to pay at some point, dramatic pause----! He doesn't tell us what he wants, but I've a couple of ideas: either Jason will try to get something from Devenementiel by using us (despite Sucrette told him she would never betray Devenementiel) or he will try to get us to go on a date with him to a dinner or an event, without we won't be able to reject his invitation, to try to seduce us.

I already suspected that Sucrette on his route would end up visiting Goldreamz at some point, but I admit I didn't expect it to be so soon! It was a pleasant surprise. We didn't meet Danica and Spencer yet though.

After that, Sucrette presents to her colleagues at Devenementiel the project she has worked on with Jason, without meantion him ofc, Devon congratulates her, Elenda hugs her (my queen Elenda being the best girl always), and Sucrette feels horribly uncomfortable because she thinks she is betraying all of her coworkers by hiding the truth about Jason's help. Hahaha, I'm really would like Devon and the others finds out that Jason helped us, I want to see their reaction *evil masochistic laugh*

At the end I had the date with Roy at the pool, since I will do the ones with Amanda and Thomas in a few days. I loved it! Roy's illu is so beautiful, so colorful and bright! <3 Although Beemoov are cowards for not giving us mermanRoy, he'd have look so hot! U__U Regarding Jason's illus with him in the company, I also really liked the intimacy and tension of the scene, and the detail that their faces are in shadow, as to emphasize the forbidden nature of that secret meeting and that you're making a deal with the devil.

About the PAs, I spent around 1.700, but I forgot to use jokers this time, so I guess for other people could be cheaper.

You can also get a sea background for your room and furniture of that theme in your closet at the end of the ep. They are available to buy whatever you want. I used the background for my bedroom and I love how it looks!

[berryblueshortcake]

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[mizaryrottmnt]

Presentation:

Here are my characters from "Rise Of The Teenage Mutant Turtle".

Her name is ''Unity'' which makes you think of a number and you are right because her story is a bit sad (like many Ocs). I don't want to tell her story right away here but let you discover it over time with some artistic and textual articles.

(I used a ref from Karai to help me with the pose, I'm learning the art style.)

She is 5 feet 2 inches tall. And is really light (can't give a good weight). Unity is a very stressed woman who hides her anxieties behind a calm and gentle act. She also uses Mystic powers such as telekinesis and can sometimes have visions of the future. This second power is more hereditary and present in her since always.

•Telekinesis: Can move up to 4 objects. She can make them fly, run, swim. The only limit is her mind, and if she loses her focus for just a second, the power stops and she needs to regain her focus to move the object/person again.

•Oracle: Can see the future, but without a straight line. It can be confusing and difficult to understand or read. She may take time to understand what her vision wanted to show her. This actually saved him the times he spent before.

(I'll do more later and correct myself too. Okay, I'll just post this one.)

[salparadiselost]

🍂🍁🎃 Autumn-Themed Batfam Fic Reccs 🎃🍁🍂

The season is getting a little colder and the season is turning towards winter. The nights longer and the need for hot drinks stronger. This is my favourite time of year and one that just invites curling up with some reading material. In celebration of my favourite season, I thought I'd recc my favourite autumn vibes Batfam fics.

These fics are all completed and available for free on AO3. They all lean horror (Halloween is fastly approaching! 🦇), with some of them being darker than others. I love horror so that's where I tend to stray. Hope you enjoy! Welcome to Beggars' Bones - Bridgesburn - Length: 143k - Genre: Thriller, "True" Crime, Kidnapping in a Creepy Small Town

"Welcome to Beggars' Bones" is the epitome of what I think of when I think of a perfect story for a bitter autumn night. It reads like an expertly crafted thriller and perfect for those who love a realistic horror story. The basic premise is that Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian are on a road trip when Dick's car breaks down. He sends Tim and Damian to go get help and it goes absolutely horribly from there.

Mind the tags because the story hits on real themes and is intense. It draws to mind movies like "Silence of the Lambs" and "Misery" and makes you think twice about stopping in a small town.

Vrykolakas - @chemical-processes - Length: 34k - Genre: Horror, Monsters, Having Your Son for Dinner

My first recc was horror based in reality and this recc is horror based in all the things that go bump in the night. Timothy Drake is not okay. Timothy Drake is not safe. Timothy Drake doesn't have anyone to tell this to, especially not his parents. Read this one if you love a story about a terrifying monster and are not afraid of some gore. It's a bloody good time.

To Hear, To See, To Smile - @jube514 & @salparadiselost - Length: 8.6k - Genre: Light Horror, Monster Kids, Bruce's Horrifically Fierce Adoption Instinct

Is it too pretentious to recommend my own fic? Perhaps, but I'm not known for my humility. I wrote this fic with Jube and it's perfect for the Halloween season. The loose premise is that Bruce has acquired children in the form of eldritch horrors and he is well on his way of getting one more. Although his children are all monsters, it's on the lighter side.

when doves cry - @silk-scarlet-ribbons - Length: 13k - Genre: Grief, Death, When a Memory is as Fresh and Festering as a Wound

This is one of the ones that's making it in through autumn vibes. It's about grief and ghosts that form immediately after death. It's very psychological and a deep scrape into Tim's grieving head before he even realises he's grieving. The horror in this is slow and it sets in like the decay of a human body. It's so deliciously creeping and will have you shivering even if there's no ghosts except for the one's in Tim's mind. The Little Neighbor - @oberonbronze - Length: 27k - Genre: Horror, Vampires, a Little Grave in the Dark and Mysterious Woods

This one is the newest on this list because, well, it posted as I was making this list and I stopped to swallow it all in one go. This one features one Dick trying to bond with his new little brother, Jason, by exploring the woods behind Wayne Manor. Nothing could possibly go wrong! I would encourage you to read without getting too deep in the tags, because it sets you up for maximum twists. It's a true horror feature that reminds me of Hereditary and Rosemary's Baby, so if you like something along those lines just go in blind! it's life after death (roll the credits) & when the bodies hit the floor - nashequilibrium - Length: 6k & 7k - Genre: Supernatural Horror, Siblinghood, Spooky Stories Told Around a Campfire Two for the price of one! I recommend both of these stories for those who love lighter horror more in the vein of Scooby Doo. Both of these fics feature sibling pairs - Dick & Jason in one and Steph & Damian in the other - investigating some mysterious happenings. These are both fun little romps and the dialogue is excellent.

Finally...

Not quite a recc, but I know a lot of people like to know what I've been up to, me and @spookyprime have been working on a Batman fancomic together and we are about ready to start posting it. It's a medical mystery and a horror story set in 1910s Europe. We will be posting it here: @vivisection-of-a-surgeon-comic . I've written out a more in-depth synopsis in that blog and you can give it a follow if you're curious.

So happy reading and happy halloween! I hope your nights are bitter and spooky.

~ Kay

[l-in-the-light]

About Trafalgar Law and his vitiligo

Feel free to ignore this post if you so wish, but I chose to speak up on this matter. I have seen so many fanarts that portray Law with his white skin patches, often looking like a dalmatian and it bothers me. Are you all aware that animal-like patterns for vitiligo are considered insulting? And you all might look at me weirdly now and ask "how can something so cute/wholesome/unique possibly be bothersome to anyone?!" Read further on your own risk, slight tmi.

Law's disease is of course fictional. Visually it looks the closest to vitiligo, but it has a lot in common with autoimmune skin diseases as well. I happen to know how it's like to live with a skin disease. Meds for my condition aren't really for curing anything, they just make the symptoms dimnish, but in return they leave white patches on my skin that are resistant to tanning for a long while (also those meds are very dangerous for your kidneys apparently if used too often, as a side note). Why would anyone use them? Well, because it's a hereditary skin condition: it never goes away and there's no way to cure it, those meds are literally the only thing that does anything. I just get lucky whenever symptoms aren't visible for some time until they inevitably come back anyway. And believe me, this isn't "wholesome", "cute" or "unique" to have discolored skin patches. You all probably have no idea (why would you have anyway, it's natural that you don't) how it's like in summer, when you go on a bus or tram, you wear a t-shirt because it's freaking hot and you can't hide under the clothes or you risk melting or fainting. And people see your discolored skin or red patches on your skin. You know how they react? They stare at your hands/arms and then they move away. That's the default reaction whenever your skin looks unusual. People would rather move away, just in case it's something contagious. They will also stare, a lot, and you can feel it's judgemental, even though my condition is in no way my own fault (or anyone else's who also has it), thank you very much.

That being said, I doubt Law would be happy parading openly with white patches visible on his skin. Most people wouldn't realize that's it's just a leftover from his old, cured disease. They would simply assume what people always assume: that it's something contagious. Evidence below, if you need it:

And Law's reaction to their reaction:

He doesn't look very happy, of course.

People would isolate him, avoid him and *stare* disrespectfully at him like he's a weird specimen, at best. Law would quickly learn to hide it under his clothes, long sleeves, long pants, gloves etc. No one truly wants to attract negative attention like this, especially not someone who already went through a lot of traumatic experiences, like Law. And sure, as a child he didn't really hide it:

But take into account those are the clothes he was wearing ever since Flevance happened. He didn't have any other clothes. As soon as he's accepted as part of Doflamingo's family he starts to wear different ones, and he covers up the spots on his arms by wearing long sleeves:

And oh boy, I can totally relate to that.

Sure, in ideal world, no one would assume Law has a disease just because his skin is discolored. But we're not living in ideal world. Some people, just like me, have hereditary skin conditions and feel bothered by fanarts that exoticize skin disease or skin disorder. Yeah sure, why does it matter, Law is a fictional character with fictional disease, right? But vitiligo is very similar to this and is a real condition which is part of life of real people. Those aren't freckles that are just cute and make you look unique (and some people might have freckles and still hate the extra attention drawn towards it, and it's valid if they feel like that!).

Just wanted to get that off my chest. I don't need sympathy for my disease, this is not why I wrote this post. I just wish people would realize that by drawing a vitiligo Law they're toying with a lot of emotional baggage there, please treat it respectfully. Maybe one day the world will be wholesome enough to think of it as normal (normal, not fetishized, ugly, contagious or exotic!), but I assure you it still doesn't. If you think it's just a "me" thing, check out this blog: https://www.tumblr.com/vitiligo-is-not-a-trend/765530242896003072 and many other posts of theirs. Not everyone with skin conditions might react the same way, but keep in mind people with actual vitiligo and skin diseases can and often will be really sensitive about it, and for a good reason.

Yes, that being said I also think it's wholesome if Luffy accepts vitiligo spots on Law easily like it's not a big deal, especially in comparison to the rest of the world which would fear him instead. It's definitely something Luffy would do. But that's completely different from fetishizing it. Please, you're stepping on a thin line here, tumblr.

[aziraphales-library]

Hey! Thank you so much for all the amazing you do…!

I just wondered if you had any good recommendations for fics with audio options?

Thanks!!

Hello! I assume by audio options you mean podfics? We have a #podfic tag with a few. I don't listen to them myself, but here are some fics I've read and loved that have podfics available...

[Podfic] Petrichor & Parchment by Literarion (E)

“Mr. Crowley, I presume?” Aziraphale asked in lieu of an introduction, which was not forthcoming. The guy hadn’t even removed his sunglasses. Oh God, he had a tattoo on his face. Aziraphale wasn’t one to judge, but… what kind of gardener had a snake tattoo on his face?

[Podfic] Summer's End by Literarion (E)

2095. Britain is a post-apocalyptic wasteland ravaged by droughts, the collapse of civilisation, and hordes of the undead. Despite that, Aziraphale’s life is actually pretty good. He has his caravan, his books, and his work, offering his services to the men who stop by Tadfield on their arduous journey north. One day, a mysterious stranger knocks on his door. Crowley is charming and handsome and he appears to know his way around a vegetable garden. He comes with the tempting offer of a mutually beneficial arrangement. But it’s in Aziraphale’s best interest not to get too attached. A dystopian cottagecore sex worker AU.

[Multivoice Podfic] Choose Your Princes Wisely by Multiple (T)

“There’s an enchanted castle West in the Hellian slopes, and apparently it comes with a prince looking for a bride or bridegroom to free him from a dark fae’s curse.” “I see,” Aziraphale says finally, when he realizes both Gabriel and Uriel are staring at him expectantly. “You want me to marry a beast?” Gabriel's mouth flattens. “I want you to take this gods’ blessed opportunity to secure your family’s future for good." OR Aziraphale is a professional quest hero who just wants to sit by the fire and read a book, if his overbearing family will ever let him; Crowley is a serpent demon who needs a gullible hero he can con into gathering some critical ingredients for a human corporation spell. Hijinks and a lot of terribly inconvenient feelings ensue.

[Podfic] Something to do with these sacred words by nantook (T)

Crowley confesses early, and Crowley confesses often. Aziraphale never knows quite what to say.

[Podfic] Right Here by Im_Not_Occult (E)

Although Aziraphale has sensed Crowley's love for millennia, after their trials he decides to be honest about his own feelings. So desperate to finally be close, Aziraphale doesn't anticipate that physical intimacy might be rather overwhelming for an ethereal being in a human body. He has wonderfully transcendent celestial experiences that take him away from the moment with Crowley. Together, he and Crowley discover a new level of intimacy as they try to work out this issue--and the shape of their new Arrangement. Featuring: 16k words of unrepentant softness, open conversations about sex, ethereal and human intimacy, a certain promised picnic, and a little bit of bickering between hereditary enemies.

[Fic & Podfic] Press L in the Chat (for Love) by Multiple (E)

Bickering fan-content creators Aziraphale and Crowley only have three things in common — they are both avid fans of a new revolutionary TV series about pirates, they are popular for their fantastic fanfiction and fanart… and they are members of the same discord server. Neither of them likes the other, but across the chaotic virtual world of a discord chatroom, who knows what can happen when these two unlikely fans are paired up for an exciting collaboration? Us. We know ;) Discord Server AU — a collaboration between Phoenix_Soar (fic) and Djapchan (multivoice podfic organization & editing) for Pod-Together 2022

- Mod D

[cripplecharacters]

Hello! I hope you having a good day, I just had a question that I hope is ok.

Is there any condition that would make it difficult to walk long distances (sometimes using a wheel chair, sometimes crutches) but doesn't affect the hands/arms at all? I'm working on a concept for a character and was wondering about making him an ambulatory wheelchair user since it's not something I see often in stories, but he's also a musician mainly playing stringed instruments and I don't want that to become painful for him.

But I wasn't sure if that was something that could exist and I wouldn't want to write it that way if it's not

Hello lovely asker!

So here is a list of conditions that don't (or sometimes don't) affect the upper body and can be ambulatory conditions.

Conditions that physically effect the lower back/legs:

Lower extremity amputation

Congenital lower body differences - Foot, ankle, knee etc. (Club Foot, Miserable malalignment syndrome etc.)

Sacral Agenesis

Monoplegia

Leg injuries

Cartilage Damage/Injuries

Spina Bifida

Arthritis

Incomplete Paraplegia

Leg length difference

Ankylosing Spondylitis

Multiple Sclerosis

Hypermobility

Hereditary Spastic Paraplegia

Posterior tibial tendon dysfunction

Complex regional pain syndrome

Conversion disorder

Brain Based Disorders:

Epilepsy (drop epilepsy, myoclonic epilepsy etc)

Diplegic Cerebral Palsy

Narcolepsy (often with cataplexy)

Chiari malformation

FND

PANDAS

Tourettes/tic disorders

Autoimmune Encephalitis

Heart/Respiratory/other etc.:

Vertigo/POTS/other conditions that cause syncope/dizziness

Respiratory Conditions (COPD, etc)

Heart Conditions

Conditions that affect balance/increase fall risk

Post polio (and other diseases)

Psychosomatic Paralysis/Pain/other ailments

This is just a rough list of what we could all come up with, there are many others that have gone forgotten, but that's for you the writer to do more research on too. One thing is a few of these conditions can affect the hands or eventually progress to effecting the hands, arms, and/or even the upper or lower back.

Depending on what type of instrument they play will also factor in. Playing posture is different with every instrument, as well as the weight. And some instruments like the Viola Da gamba does require leg strength. If the character is classically trained also, it makes a difference in etiquette. I am (was technically) classically trained and if you have pain of any kind you're told it doesn't matter, you're told to play through the pain and keep going. To suffer for your art is still the prevalence in the classical world. Excruciating pain? Keep going. Cut open your finger on something? Keep going. It's not good, but it is the reality of it, unfortunately.

Also I will mention that don't be afraid to choose another condition that does affect the character's upper body. A lot of disabled musicians have a variety of conditions and simply exist and play music. But also even though the character might have a condition that mainly affects the legs, if pain is common with the condition you choose, this still will affect the character playing. Being in pain even if it's not in your arms or back can be very distracting and will throw you off.

And one last thing! Please don't write this character "Overcoming" their disability to play music. I would research disabled musicians (Itzhak Perlman is the first one that comes to mind for me) and even—if called for—adaptive technology for instruments or how people have adapted their instruments/music to them for more accessibility.

Alrighty! Happy writing! I hope this helps some!

~ Mod Virus 🌸 (and a very thank you to Mods Sasza, Rot, Bert, & Patch for helping me with the research on this)

[channieskies]

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕴𝖁: 𝕽𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader, Jeong(Jung) Jaehyun x Reader (Fem/AFAB/Curvy/Plus sized)

Genre: Smut (eventual), Angst, Supernatural Romance, Urban Fantasy

AU: Supernatural AU, Vampire Au, Werewolf AU, Witch AU

Word count: 6520 [Reading time: 27 Minutes ]

Networks: @neverendingdreams-net & @mirohs-aurora-society

Synopsis: Overwhelmed by all of the revelations you need to take a moment for yourself. You end up having an unfortunate run in with something that goes bump in the night.

“It’s been such a long time since I’ve had such a….” He sniffed the air around you, his hands moving to grab the fence behind you, boxing you in, your flesh squeezing through the metal slats of the balustrade . “Such a tasty smelling meal. Even if it smells a little like… mutt.” Your eyes widened as his tongue jutted out past his crusty lips to provide moisture to them. “And all to myself? What a lucky night.” The closer he got the more your body stiffened, despite you telling yourself to move. Run. Do something, anything, just don’t sit there and let this man defile you.

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A.N: Please reblog and leave a comment to let me know how you feel. I'd love a little feedback. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it. Special thanks to @palindrome969 and @therhythmafterthesummer for reading over this for me. I could never thank you enough. Dividers by @saradika-graphics

Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the real lives or personalities of Stray Kids or NCT. I do not know them personally. This is purely a work of fiction.

Warnings: MINORS DNI! This post contains nsfw material. Please do not interact with it if you are under the age of 18. Do not translate or repost here or on other sites. This chapter contains use of explicit language.

Chris took a few steps towards you, grabbing your hand. “I’ll explain after we hear what your mom has to say.” You wanted to pull away, but you couldn’t move your hand from where your fingers were now entangled. “I promise.” He pulled you with him inside. Most of his roommates had taken places in the kitchen to eat the food your mother had brought home with them in mind. She sat silently in the living room in her usual spot. It was weird to see her in this space without her usual jazz or the tv playing. You don’t think you’ve ever seen her in here without her doing one of the two. Chris sat first, patting the seat with his free hand for you to sit next to him. He wasn’t going to let go, you knew that. He wanted to be supportive, that's how he was showing it. “I’ll tell her after you say what you need to say, ma’am.” She sighed, but nodded, understanding that he needed time to divulge the secrets he’d kept from his close friend since the beginning of their relationship.

“I’ll start by saying, I wanted this curse to end with me. If you didn’t know the truth, maybe you and possibly your future children wouldn't have to bear the burden of the mistakes our ancestors made.” Her eyes focused on where you and Chris’ hands were intertwined as she spoke about future generations. She had always made it known that she hoped the two of you would end up together, but that was somethin for the two of you and possibly fate to decide. She promised not to interfere and she’d done a wonderful job at keeping that promise. Chris’ thumb softly rubbed the back of your hand in soothing circles, helping to abate the sick feeling that was clawing its way up from your stomach. “I know you’ve been told that our family is cursed.” She sighed heavily. “I purposely told Gram and Momma to keep you out of this. But your darn grandmother just wouldn’t let it be. Damn it, Momma.” She leaned back in her chair. “Before our family came to this country, we were practitioners of witchcraft. It’s something that can be traced back thousands of years for us. From our motherland to now, we have been hereditary witches. Each woman of this family is gifted with a sort of magic, one that through practice can be honed and used to aid the passing of this curse. Mine is plant based magic. I’m a hedge witch. I make my own special kind of magic with healing potions and plants.” She waved her hands showing all of the rich greenery she had in the house. You’d grown up with these plants all of your life, you’d never thought that it had to do with witchcraft.

“Your grandmother was into divinity, her mother was a gray witch, hence all the runes around the house. She protected a lot of good people and good energies with her spells and had a strong sense of justice. There is a long list of what the mothers before me were and what they did with their gifts, but we only need to focus on one. Inés.” You hadn’t heard that name before, your great-grandmother used to tell you many stories before she passed. Most were stories of the women before her in the family, but not once had she mentioned Inés. But then again, maybe your young mind had mistaken her name. You could have sworn your grandmother often cursed the name Enid, but with her strong Louisiana drawl.. Absolutely anything was possible. Come to think about it, she did stretch the name out in a very odd way. “Inés was a powerful woman. Powerful, especially considering where she came from and the fact that she was a woman. She was also powerful in the sense that she had multiple disciplines. She could commune with the dead as a hedge rider, doing so beyond the veil as we call it, the veil between the human world and the afterlife. She also had brushes of divinity. She was also the first green witch of our family.” 

Chris shifted in his space, releasing your hand in the process. Just enough for him to wrap an arm around you and pull you into his side. You instantly relaxed, between his scent, which you always found solace in, and the warmth of his embrace, you were swept into peak comfortability. “She’d made a name for herself in the years she lived in Cuba. Though she was supposed to keep a low profile, being that she wasn’t supposed to be an independent or free woman, not there and definitely not here in this country. Nor in that time period. She was eventually captured, she could see everyone's future but her own, sadly. She was sold back into servitude, giving divine counsel to the second in command to the Count of Ricla, in Havana. The aid to the count became so powerful that he was able to quickly move up in his position by helping to fortify Cuba against the British invasion. He was sent to another Spanish colony to do the same thing he was successful at in Cuba. Which of course he succeeded in, he had the most powerful witch by his side.”

She took a sip from her drink then continued, “Once he was back in Cuba, he married. Reluctantly, upon his betrothal, he had to acquiesce his maid to his wife. At first he was doing well, they had sent him here to Louisiana, to re-establish Spanish control after the rebellion as governor. He thought he could do it on his own, but his ideas weren’t making the leeway that an idea from Inés would. He started to resent the fact that she spent most of his time with his wife instead of him. He wanted her solely for himself. Her time became his, he even moved her from the maid chambers into a guest room, gave her the finest of linen, and even her own maid. His wife wasn’t stupid, she knew there had to be more to the story than just her husband being drunk with power not that he was leader of a state. She started to speculate that Inés had put a spell on him, like she was told witches did. So she sought out her own person with magikal inclinations. Inés had a twin, just like I did. One that was just as strong as her sister, but in her own right. She could see past the veil as well, but her best skill was based in gray magic. His wife wanted to rid herself of the problem that Inés had become. So she had her family send over her sister Maria, to take care of the problem. Saying that she would give her freedom papers, since because of Inés, the governor had granted slaves the ability to purchase their own freedom in the colony. With the promise of freedom, money and a new life, Maria agreed to get rid of her twin.” 

Your grandmother had told you how rare twins were in your family, saying that there was once a pair, and that they were part of the downfall of your family. Your mother and aunt were the only twins in the family in over two hundred years.  Now knowing that Maria vowed to get rid of Inés, you wondered if that tradition unwittingly continued with your mom and aunt. Your aunt died of natural causes in the early nineties, it had nothing to do with your mother, but it could have had everything to do with the twins that cursed your family. 

Knowing that one twin survived while the other perished, that is too eerily similar for your liking. “But all of this needed to be done before the governor returned to Spain. So the governess and Maria put their plan into action, to make sure that the governor had no indication that Inés was gone and replaced with Maria. It took months for them to hatch their plan. Poison, paired with a curse, that should be Inés’ undoing. Maria couldn’t kill her sister bare handed, she wasn’t a savage. But using magic against her sister, that she could do.” Your mother shook her head, “This was her family she was thinking of killing. Whenever you do magic you have to have a clear head and heart. Maria did not. Guilt, that's what she felt when she saw her sister that night. She led her away from the party the governor planned as his farewell party, he was returning to Spain in a different capacity from being the governor that he was here. Maria lured Inés away, just showing her face in this party was enough to make her twin chase after her. She led her to a secluded area that the governess had designated. Inés knew there was something up, how else would her sister be able to escape and leave the island? She asked if they could talk about it, but Maria was resolute. She wanted her freedom, just like the freedom her sister once acquired. See, Maria held a grudge against her sister for leaving her to rot on the sugarcane plantation. If she was able to get out, she could have saved her too. But her selfishness left Maria to mourn the younger sister she has once cared so deeply for. In her eyes, this was already justified, her sister was already dead in her eyes. But at the same time, as she stared at the face she shared, all she could think about was how close they once were. How it broke her heart when she found out that Inés had escaped the plantation. Maria was punished for her sister's actions, tortured and beaten badly. But there was still a part of her that wanted them to run away from all of this together. Be free together. Inés asked if Maria had made up her mind and she nodded in turn. Maria approached her sister, ready to relay her plan of how they could just leave together, but Inés felt threatened.” You felt a shiver run down your spin, curling your body even more into Christopher for warmth.

“A curse left her lips before Maria could even get her words out, her sister's fingers twisting around her wrist to initiate contact. ‘O se kwe pe se,’ Inés could see the betrayal in her sister's eyes as she recited the incantation for a slow and painful death. The curse of death. It took physical contact and strong magic for the spell to work, and Inés had both. Maria froze in place, her hands reaching to her to touch her sister's face for what might be the last time. Tears brimmed her eyes, knowing what would slowly come to be. But she wasn’t going down alone, even if she wanted to spare her sister the pain of death, she decided to do something just as bad. With conviction, she spoke to her sister, ‘My dear sister, may your lineage be cursed with being a help to those you have hurt and scorned with your execrable wickedness, may they be burdened with the care of others until they become the things you hate. Bound and rooted to this very township you hold so dear, anyone who leaves shall be smited by the strength of our ancestors and sent to their fiery death.’ She spit on the ground right next to her sister's feet. 

Now, Inés didn’t think much of the silly little curse, what damage could a dying witch really cause, right? She assumed her sister's identity and sat with her until she struggled to take her last breath. She and the governess had some butlers to burn the body. Inés watched her sister's body become blackened ash and her spirit escape into the full moonlit night sky. She was now free from being hunted by her sister, free from the chains she was once bound by, but there was this feeling looming over her. I think the damage her and her sister caused the family didn’t set in until she had her first child, a daughter. Even though she tried to have more, it was just miscarriage after miscarriage, stillborn after stillborn. Each one nearly takes her life, each one stripping away her mental fortitude. She was free now, yes, but she was still bound to the curse her sister's last words cast upon her. Even trying to reverse another witches curse was impossible, especially if it was their dying words. For every generation after Inés would be bound to this city, taking care of the magickal creatures that inhabit it. If they need the healing hand of a witch, we are bound to take care of them. I can travel, because I use my skills to help wherever I go. Traveling for a few days seems to be fine. But leaving for more than a week has been deemed as deadly. That’s how my sister…..” 

She looked down at her lap, “I thought I could end it with me, to stop this curse from spreading further down our family tree, but I guess that the purchase that Maria’s words have on this family will be unending until someone breaks the curse. Now that you have used your hands to heal, you are now the bearer of our curse, my love. The curse I wanted to spend the rest of my life trying to hide you from.” You sat up, moving away from Chris, you needed a moment to yourself with your thoughts. “I thought that with your father’s family ties to hoodooism, that maybe the magic in his blood could help to end the curse. But I fear it wasn’t enough. I’m sorry.” You were trying desperately to unpack everything that your mother said to you. There was a curse on your family going back over two-hundred years, that would have to be broken by becoming what Inés hated the most? And all the stories that your grand and great-grandmother told you as a child were all true. So the oldest of the two wasn’t senile like you’d been led to believe. Not only was she in her right mind, she had been trying to prepare you for the things you’d inevitably have to face in the future. She taught you little charms and incantations that you took as prayers, but now understand that they were spells. 

You were a witch who was a descendant of witches. Cursed witches at that. “So every little ghost or spooky story your grandmother told you as a child was true. Vampires, werewolves, they are all real. Along with a plethora of other magical entities, that I will tell you about some other time. I can see this is going to take some time for you to process, so, I’m going to check up on Jeongin.” She stood and moved to stand in front of you, she grabbed your chin, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “I love you, so very much. I only hid our lineage in an attempt to spare you from a life of servitude. I’m sincerely so sorry, my love.” She rubbed your cheek with her thumb before her gaze fixed on Christoper who sat rigidly in the corner of the couch. “Your turn, lover boy.” She patted the curly tuft of hair on top of his head, then made her way to your room to check up on the alarmingly fast healing boy.

Silence overtook the room. Chris sucked in a deep breath as he rubbed his presumably sweaty hands on his jeans. You finally had a moment to take in what he had on, dark washed jeans and a cardigan with nothing under it. He was dressed for a date. The date he had planned with you. But life sucked and it liked to play with people and their emotions. “I guess it’s my turn to tell you the truth.” He sounded nervous. Voice shaky, clenching and unclenching his jaw. “I can also heal fast like Jeongin.” That was all he said at first, as if he was trying to formulate the right way to tell you what he needed. “Do you trust me?” He reached for your hand and you let him take it. You nodded, not able to verbalize the words with all the bombshells that had already been dropped on you. “I’ve been keeping something from you for a while now. When I… when I’d finally found the courage to tell you, you had started dating your last ex and the next thing I knew, you were gone.” You gave him an apologetic smile and he shook his head. “I still should have tried to tell you. I was just afraid that you’d never talk to me again if I told you the truth.” He swallowed hard, “I’m… God, how do I say this without scaring you off?” He chuckled anxiously.

“Chris, just say it-”

You both talked at the same time, his words covering yours as you trailed off. “It’s hard for me to say this, since I’ve always been afraid you’d turn your back on me. I’m one of the magical creatures your mother mentioned…... The boys are my pack. We are a pack… of werewolves.” The first few words were covered up by your own, but you most definitely caught the end. A werewolf? You chuckled, this had to be a joke right? There was nothing that could convince you that Christopher was anything other than a regular human, His roommates though? Definitely suspicious. Your mind traveled to the encounter you had with the oversized pierced wolf you’d seen around his house a few days ago. Now it made sense, it was one of them. Given the amount of ear piercing it was either Felix or Hyunjin, and you were putting your money on Hyunjin. You didn’t want to know who the scary one that came out of the treeline was. Just thinking about the way it looked sent chills down your spine. 

“Just like you, it’s in my blood. Everyone in my family is- well, minus cousin Gary, he’s the only one in a very long line that isn’t.” You’d met his cousin Gary and as hairy as that man was, you were shocked he wasn’t just like the rest of them, if they were in fact werewolves. This was information overload and it felt like a cruel joke at this point. Your life wasn’t the best, but knowing that all of it was a lie was taking its toll on your mental state. You needed to clear your head and process everything that had been revealed over the last hour. “I wanted to tell you, I really did. But it’s forbidden for us to share our status with humans.” He chewed on his lip, “It wasn’t until I met your mom that I found out what you really are. She told me not to tell you, so she could keep her secret intact. I’m sorry, Y/N.” You understood, you really did. He was doing what he could to help your mom and keep the rules in place. But this was still a lot, especially in the time span.

“I understand.” You nodded, rising to your feet. “I think…” You paused, looking in his eyes just to look away. “I need to get some fresh air.” He got up, and you shook your head. “Alone, Chris.” You could see the apprehension on his face, his protective nature kicking in. “I’ll take my mace.” He still looked at you like a kicked puppy, like he didn’t want you to venture out into the night without him being around to protect you. “I’ll be fine, Chris. Don’t worry. I’ll call you if anything comes up.” He nodded reluctantly. You needed to get out of there. All that information was starting to suffocate you. You grabbed your keys with your bear mace on the chain, and headed out into the night air. He followed behind you, but didn’t go any further than the first step off the porch. You took off in whatever direction your feet took you, you didn’t care about where you ended up, just as long as you got away from that house and all of the prevaricators that were currently inhabiting it.

You walked for what seemed like hours. From Uptown to West Riverside, back up through East Riverside through Touro to the Garden District. Your legs burned, your body wasn’t used to all of this activity. It'd been less than a year since you’d left this city and your body was suffering from not being as active as you once were. You spotted a stone and iron fence and took a seat on the protruding stone part. You rubbed your thighs, trying your best to make sure they wouldn’t cramp up on you. Your mind drifted back to everything that's happened over the course of this long ass week. Evicted, forced to turn tail and go back home, kissed your best friend, had weird flashbacks with a cute doctor you’d met for the first time, got scared by a cat that walked to see if you were okay, found out you’re a witch and your best friend is a werewolf. You scoffed, shaking your head. This was right out of some young adult fiction book, if anyone asked you. You had ticked off all the boxes to make this a bestseller, at that. But you’d much rather be the protagonist's best friend that had no idea any of this was taking place and had little to no problems and not the actual star of the stupid story. You leaned your back against the cold iron of the fence, closing your eyes briefly. Even though you had convinced yourself you were done running, the prospect of getting away from it all did sound awfully tempting. That was until you remembered that you’d probably simultaneously combust if you ever left the city for good. 

“What is a pretty lady like you doing out at this time of night? Alone?” Your eyes snapped open upon hearing the gravelly voice. You were greeted by a man who looked like every physical description of a pervert possible. Greasy hair, weasley face, slender frame, draped in an all too big trench coat. He smelled like death warmed over with a hint of ‘he might be an alcoholic,’ to top it all off.

You sighed, not wanting to deal with the late night weirdos that loved to traverse during the light night hours. “Dude, respectfully…. Fuck off.” Your patience was really wearing thin and you didn’t try to hide your annoyance like you usually would. Your world had been blown up and you didn’t need for some unhygienic deviant to make it any worse. He laughed, the sound of his demented and high pitched cackle bouncing off the space around you, making you feel a bit of unease. His eyes flickered a glowing silver color for a brief moment and if you hadn’t been so wide eyed and afraid, you would have thought your eyes were playing tricks on you. “Seriously, leave me alone. I have fucking mace and I will use it on your weird ass.” You lifted the bear mace and undid the safety. He stepped close so quickly that it made you jump. How did he move from where he was that quick? He reached his hand out towards your face, you could see the dirt and a deep rusty color under his nails. You smacked his hand away, making him retaliate by pushing you forcefully back against the iron and brick. That was definitely going to leave a bruise.  The amber streetlight above your head gives a better glimpse of his appearance up close. There was something smeared on his cheek and sprayed all over his jacket. Was that… blood?

“It’s been such a long time since I’ve had such a….” He sniffed the air around you, his hands moving to grab the fence behind you, boxing you in, your flesh squeezing through the metal slats of the balustrade . “Such a tasty smelling meal. Even if it smells a little like… mutt.” Your eyes widened as his tongue jutted out past his crusty lips to provide moisture to them. “And all to myself? What a lucky night.” The closer he got the more your body stiffened, despite you telling yourself to move. Run. Do something, anything, just don’t sit there and let this man defile you. You shut your eyes tightly, and closed your mouth, placing your free hand over it and your nose as you lifted the mace and sprayed indiscriminately. He hissed and moved away, giving you enough space to take off running. With your eyes still closed and hand still over your mouth, you fled down the familiar streets. You hoped nothing had changed over the last year, or else you’d be in deep shit. 

A blood curdling scream followed you as you rounded the corner. You could feel the hairs on the back of your neck standup. Your adrenaline was racing, heart pumping, you could hear your loud footsteps as you powered your way through the pain coursing through your body. You couldn’t scream out for help, who could help save you from a vampire? You couldn’t multi-task that well, so pulling out your phone when there was clear and present danger following you was also a no go. You didn’t dare look back, you knew that would slow you down. But you wanted to know if you had gotten away. With a swift turn of your head, you saw how close he had gotten. He was so close that if he reached out, the tips of his fingers would touch you. There was a glint of hunger and amusement in his eyes. He was playing with you, his food.

When you turned your head to look in front of you, you bumped right into something or someone. The force was enough to knock you and them to the ground, but you didn’t fall. A cold hand grabbed at your bicep, swiftly tugging you behind them. “Ahh, you caught my prey.” The guy who was hot on your tail slurred out. “Give her to me.” He cackled, rubbing his gross hands together. The person who you ran into didn’t say a word, but kept a tight grip on your arm. “Give her to me!” The man yelled and it caused you to cower. You’d never been so afraid in your life. You closed your eyes, trying to calm your nerves. “She’s mine ! I found her first!” He was throwing a tantrum, a grown man. He grabbed at your alleged savior, who didn’t budge when the man's hands came in contact with his dress shirt. “You can’t have her! She’s mine!” He shook the man, who finally let your arm go. Your savior's eyes connected with yours, that familiar warmth you’d met earlier. Your eyes danced over his sharp but kind features, illuminated by the soft house lights in the distance. He gave you the faintest smile, trying his best to reassure you without using his words.

“Leave her.” Dr. Jay’s voice was cold as he spoke with an authoritative tone to the man. It was now your pursuers time to cower. He let go of his shirt and shrunk to his knees, whimpering. “Go, or I’ll have no choice but to take your miserable life.” His voice was deep and unwavering as he spoke. “Now!” His voice only rose a slight bit, but it sent shockwaves towards the man. He fell back on his butt, but quickly corrected himself and ran off in the direction of where you’d come from. Your heart was thumping in your throat and ears, you had cold beads of sweat all over your body and you felt faint. Just as your legs were about to give out, he caught you in his arms. The last thing you saw before slipping into unconsciousness was his concerned eyes.

You felt warm, secure, like you were at home, tucked away under the covers of your bed. Has this horrible night all been some type of nightmare? Had you fallen asleep while waiting for Chris to show up for your date? You sure hoped so. You really didn’t want to have to add being chased by a vampire as his prospective meal was something you wanted to add to your list of bullshit. Your eyes fluttered open, only to be greeted by the mismatched eyes of Socks. “She refused to leave the room when I asked her to.” His deep voice carried from somewhere in the corner. The room was dark except for the light coming from the fireplace. “She usually doesn’t warm up to people very quickly. But, she’s really fond of you. ” He stood to his feet, and slowly made his way over towards you, the closer he got, the more you could see of him. He’d changed out the dress shirt he had on earlier and was now clad in a crimson robe with gold embroidery. It looked like it was made from the finest materials, expensive, and old. “How are you feeling?” He came to your side, kneeling next to where you lay. He placed a cold hand to your forehead to feel if you were feverish.

“I.. I’m fine.” Socks jumped down off of you and made her way to a cat bed that was near the fireplace. “How long was I out?” He didn’t tear his eyes away from yours, as if reading your thoughts to make sure you were fine and not lying.

“Four and a half hours. It’s three fifteen.” He must have been really good at keeping time, since he didn’t even bother to look at a clock or his phone. “I let your mom know that I found you. I left out the part about you being chased, as to not cause her any alarm. She knows you are in good hands.” He stood and you sat up, realizing you were in a bed. Your eyes floated around, taking in what you could make out about the room. The walls were either dark gray or black, the four post bed had part of the curtains closed, you assumed for privacy. There was a tall fake archway behind the bed, with a warm orange glow that emanated from it. The room was gothic, but in a modern way. It played with both styles really well. Clearly you needed to be chased by a blood sucker to be in this plush of a bed, because there was no way you could afford this on your own. The plethora of pillows alone would probably bankrupt you. “Here, drink this.” He handed you a glass filled with cool water, “I’m sure you must be thirsty.” You took it with no hesitation, and swallowed down the liquid. You were parched. Between the hour long walk and running for your life, you were sure you were dealing with the repercussions of it all. You’d had a wild night, and it wasn’t in the type of way you wanted to be wild, either. You were gulping the cool liquid down, you had to look absolutely crazy in his eyes, but you didn’t care. He chuckled, eyes shimmering with mirth, “Slow down, you can always get more.” He lifted the condensation speckled pitcher for you to see. “Anything you need to help you get better, I’ll get it for you if I don’t have it.” You paused your drinking. Kindness was a rare find these days, so his words made you feel a tad bit suspicious.

“Why?” You asked bluntly, words tumbling past your lips before you had to assess if you should ask them or not. “I mean, you saved my life by chasing that guy off. Then you carried me… here… which I assume is your home. You have no reason to continue to care for me…. So.. why?” His eyes searched yours as if he was looking for the answer for himself. He shrugged, putting the  pitcher back down on the bedside table.

“Kindness is free, Y/N. Or- at least it should be. What kind of doctor would I be if I didn’t help someone I saw that was clearly in need of aid? That’d make me a pretty shitty one, no?” He smiled, more to himself than anything, deep dimples now on full display. “Plus. your mom scares me. I don’t think it would be wise to test her when it comes to her precious daughter. I’d like to keep whatever extremities she’d threaten to cut off.” Has your mom threatened this man before? You wouldn’t put it past her, honestly. After the ex who’d gotten you pregnant ran off, she tracked down his family and ever so nicely threated to fuck all of their shit up if he did at least show up to at least one doctors appointment. In the end, he didn’t need to, you miscarried at twenty-two weeks anyway. “So, rest up. I'll drive you home in the morning.” He got up and started for the door, “Do you have any allergies or food you don't like to eat for breakfast?” This felt like the first time anyone had asked you that. He was offering breakfast? Clearly his kindness was free, because most guys wouldn't even attempt breakfast if they knew they weren't getting anything out of it. You shook your head as an answer. “Are you… down for anything in that case?” That could have been interpreted in several ways, but you'd take the innocent route since he was such a nice guy. You were slow to nod, contemplating whether to give him a verbal answer or not. “Good…” He pushed the door open and stepped into the hall, “I sincerely hope you get a good night's sleep. Wouldn't want your mom to worry and wonder why I brought you back with bags under your eyes.” He smirked, “Goodnight, Y/N.” 

With a soft click of the door, he was gone, leaving you to your own devices. You searched your person for your phone, finding it in your back pocket, crushed and cracked. Even when you tried to turn it on, absolutely nothing happened. You being pushed hard against the fencing around that house clearly did more damage than just a few bruises. You sighed heavily. This day was the absolute worst. You forced your eyes shut, trying your best to sleep off whatever dog shit you’d stepped in to make this day unfold the way it did. But sleep evaded you like a man hopping states to get away from paying child support. You spent the night tossing and turning, staring at the beautifully ornate tray ceilings of this bedroom. There were gold little details that you figured out after staring for so long, were intricately drawn stars. Everyone you could see in the dimly lit room was different. You wondered if any of the other rooms in this house were decorated to such an extent. You were tempted to do a self guided house tour, but something in you prevented you from budging from the spot you were in. You tried your best to forget the night's events, hoping that with the nearing daybreak you'd find this to all be a dream.

But even as the shadows were chased by the light of dawn, your mind stayed in a state of unrest. You were a witch, one bound to this city by a generational curse. Your best friend was a werewolf and his roommates were his pack. You were nearly killed by a vampire and were saved by your mom's boss, of all people. No wonder you couldn’t rest, that was a lot to unpack, even as someone who lived through it. You pushed back the covers, slipping your legs from underneath the warmth of the comforter. Your feet were met by plush slippers, instead of the cool wood of the floor. Socks peeked her head from underneath the bed, then her little white paws stretched out as well. She must have slept under the bed instead of in her comfortable little bed by the fireplace. “Good morning, Socks. I hope at least you slept well.” 

She crawled her way out from under the bed and looked back at you as if she wanted you to follow her. You slipped your feet in the slippers and followed closely behind her. She tapped the door with her head and moved back so you could open it. The hall was dark, pitch black almost. It was almost like the sun wasn’t up quiet yet, or like it was setting instead. She pranced quickly down the hall and you followed behind quickly, not wanting to lose her in the inkiness of it all. You could still see the little patches of white as you left the room, but the further down the hallway you went, the more the absence of light spread. You lost her a brief second, but she meowed, calling you in her direction. Buy how you wished you had your phone so you could use your flashlight. “Here?” You asked her, squinting your eyes in the darkness. From what you could make out, it looked like a wall. Just a wainscotting and wallpaper covered, everyday wall. She meowed again. She either thought you were moving too slow or she sensed your confusion. “There's nothing there-” You stopped mid sentence as you brushed your fingers over the wall in front of you. It pushed open with a soft click

If you thought you were confused before, you were ten times as confused now. You pushed the trick door open ever further, watching her little white paws prance into the dimly lit room. “Wait, Socks-” You chased her past the threshold, just to be stopped in your tracks as you entered a bedroom. There were candles lit all over the room in varying sizes. The wallpaper was blood red, the wainscotting black, a large portrait of Dr. Jay was over the mantle of the unlit fireplace. The room looked empty, which should have been a fire hazard, considering all the lit candles. Socks jumped on the large four post bed in the middle of the room. It was similar to the one you’d slept- well, laid in the night before. But there was a glaring difference. Instead of the flowy sheer curtains that framed the beautiful bed, this one had thick, heavy drapery around it, all in black. Just like yesterday at the hospital, your feet started moving on their own. Even if somewhere deep down inside you were a little curious to know what Socks had pulled you in here for, something in your mind told you this was an intrusion into Dr. Jay's privacy. But you couldn’t stop yourself, your feet had literally taken on a mind of their own, pulling you towards the bed against your own will. You could always use the excuse that Socks led you here, if you were caught. Your body stopped as the toes of your slippers hit the bottom of the wooden frame that surrounded the bed. There Socks was, cuddled up next to her papa who seemed to be out cold. His hands formed an ‘x’ over his chest, his body straight and pointing towards the sky. This man absolutely had to be a serial killer, because who else slept like they were dead in a casket with no covers over their body? You know, besides the stereotypical vampires they have in those stupid teen movies? He looked peaceful though, like he lived a life without worry or strife. You wished you knew how that felt, but you were sure that wasn’t an option for someone like you. 

You cleared your throat to announce yourself. But he didn’t budge, not an inch. He was sleeping like the dead, as your grandmother would often say. You sighed, opting to reach out and lightly shake him, just for your hand to be illuminated by this strange pearlescent blue glow. You pulled your hand back, afraid of what might happen to it if you kept it there too long. For all you knew, it could burst into flames or something. But once again, curiosity got the better of you. You reached out again, fingers brushing against the cool blue light. You looked around to see where it was coming from, but there was no apparent source of light. You stepped back, away from bed. Checking under it, just to be intercepted by an ornate base side panel. Just where the fuck was this light coming from. You grabbed a post to help you stand to your feet, and that's when you noticed it. The fine, yet tiny runes embroidered onto tapestry draped over the bed. It reminded you of all the little ensigns your great-grandmother left around the house. You were so busy taking in the portiere that you didn’t notice Dr. Jay rising from his deep slumber. “I guess Socks has taken more than just a liking to you if she led you in here.” He spoke softly so as not to startle you, but it did anyway. You jumped, clasping a hand over your fast beating heart. “Sorry- I didn’t mean to startle you. Quite the opposite, really.” He sighed. “Could you, hand me my glasses, they are on the side table?” You were still trying to calm your nerves after being scared half to death by the owner of the very bed you were hovering next to, but you nodded, reaching over to grab his glasses. You picked them up and passed them to him, almost forgetting about the strange blue glow that encapsulated your arm every time you reached into the chamber of his bed.

His face contorted, and since you didn’t know him, you couldn’t tell what it meant. He hummed and nodded, taking the glasses from your hands and putting them on his face. “Ah, so you are a witch.” It was your turn to make a face. You took a step back, unsure how he came to that conclusion. “He waved a hand around, gesturing to the canopy of his bed, “Your grand- no, great-grandmother made this tapestry for me. That's probably the only reason you can reach your hand in here at all. Because it’s meant to ward off any supernatural being, especially those with ill intentions.”  He threw his legs off the side of the bed and stood to his feet, slowly sauntering towards you with each word. “She helped me when I was plagued by the memories of my…. Long life. I couldn’t sleep, everytime I did manage to fall into slumber, past memories would replay in my head like I was a bystander. I couldn’t do anything but watch the tragedies of my existence replay in full detail. So, I sought out the most powerful witch in the city. She was easy to find, her house is like a beacon, calling to all the occult seeking help.” 

You were backing away with each step he took towards you, his deep voice carving its way into your brain, trying its best to lull you into a false sense of security. You didn’t know this man, despite him saving your life, having a very curious cat that wouldn’t leave you alone, and being your mom’s boss. You couldn’t trust him, despite what your mind was yelling for you to do. “She sewed this by hand for me and used blood magic to enchant it. Since she used her own blood, and you are a direct descendant of hers, you can come and go freely from my bed chamber.” You did not like the way that sounded coming from his lips, not one bit. Why was that his choice of words? He could have just said “she did some magic mumbo jumbo and your blood is hers.” That probably would have made you feel a bit more at ease than you were right now.

“From your bed chamber…” He hummed again, just as the back of your knees hit a chair in the corner, successfully making you sit, despite you wanting to run. His eyes flashed black past his glasses, making you gasp. He chuckled, lips curling up at the sides. That's when you noticed his fangs, they weren’t there before, were they? He grabbed your wrist softly, dragging his nose along the vein in it. You couldn’t move, your body wouldn’t allow you too. Your mind was still trying to convince you that this was fine. Everything was fine, despite you once again being in clear and present danger. What the fuck was with your luck since you came back to this cursed ass city? He took a pass at the skin with his fangs, like he wanted to sink his teeth into you, but wouldn’t. At least that's what you hoped. “Please don’t… hurt me.” Even with his irises being pitch black, you could still see his eyes twinkle with mirth. 

“Oh… I would never.” He pressed the softest kiss to your wrist, still keeping eye contact with you. “But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t care to taste you.” You were sure your heart stopped beating at that moment. Guess you could add your mom’s boss to the list of revelations of the night. He was a blood sucking vampire, and in this moment he wanted to taste you.

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[danfrik]

CAN I GET A WA-HOO??

I'm bacK, yes, you can all see that.

I finally finished this silly little drawing of mine and god I love it, and yes I'm going to make more drawings of them 'cause I have no self-control, also

HELLO, LGBTQ+ COMMUNITY

⚠️Spoilers ahead for both series⚠️

So... about those takes that I have about this two (and a few others that I plan on drawing, don't worry, we'll get there), well, you can see that Phoenix is Crowley while Miles is Aziraphale...

It makes sense, I swear-

At first I was thinking of them but reverse (Phoenix as Aziraphale and Miles as Crowley) because, ngl they could fit either role anyway.

But character-wise? I think this is the best, mostly because of interactions the four of them had on their respective series.

To give an example, this dialogue in Ace Attorney:

It feels strangely similar to Aziraphale's "hereditary enemies" dialogue in the first season.

I might need to write some things down or else I will forget, fuck- (I'm writing this without any plan, help)

But hear me out, I'm not crazy-

Just take a look at Aziraphale's and Miles' fashion sense, that old-timey style they both have (and it's even more obvious with Miles' debut suit), that stubborn personality and undying faith about their side (Prosecutor's Office and heaven), etc.

While Phoenix's and Crowley's personality are more care-free, going their own way, their own side, bluffing away their problems and always chasing or following their "best friend" anywhere.

Phoenix getting a law degree just so he can reach Miles and save him, Crowley always being there for Aziraphale when needed and saving him...

Do you see where I'm getting at?

Also, you remember that scene with the bookshop being on fire and Crowley thinking that Aziraphale was dead?

..."Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth chooses death."

Yeah... the only difference is that Aziraphale didn't dissapear for a whole year and much less left a cryptid ass note behind and it wasn't really his fault-

But the feeling is quite similar, isn't it?

Now, after all the sad or complex feelings aside, let's see more happy things that I noticed:

Crowley's fondness of children / Phoenix's habit of adopting kids anywhere he goes.

Aziraphale liking yellow because it reminds him of Crowley's eyes / Miles finding a particular shade of blue relaxing once in a while.

Crowley's tendency of following Aziraphale like a dog following its owner / Phoenix's constant chasing after Miles (and also having a dog-like personality.)

Aziraphale not admitting that Crowley is his friend (or that he likes his company) / Miles also not admitting Phoenix is his friend (or that he likes his company.)

Yeah... the pattern is getting more obvious the more you look at it...

But I guess this is enough for one post, if you read it all the way, thank you for indulging my delusional brain!

Any comments, requests or... anything, really, will be much appreciated :DD

(If there are some errors, mispellings or anything of the sort, feel free to correct me because even though I've been learning english since I was like five years old, still isn't my first language so yeah👍)

[canonicallyobserving911]

Buck & Eddie: Eddie KNOWS Buck!

The title of episode 7x5 is "You don't know me" (it could change) and when I read it, all I could think about is something I haven't been able to forget since 6x4 aired. It was Buck’s conversation with Connor and IMO, it was weird and superficial for REASONS I might explain in a future post.

Anyway, Buck's overall arc in Season 6 was about him trying to be at ease while not making the same mistakes (which started at the end of 5x18). In 6x1, he wanted to be interim captain, then he went on to search for happiness in 6x2 followed by his decision to be Connor's sperm donor in 6x4 and that led to the comment included in the scene below, "I know those things about you". But the question is, does Connor really know Buck? 🤔

Reminder, based on the things that were shown in CANON in 4x5, Buck and Connor never really knew each other. They were acquaintances who met while they were in Peru and that was after Buck left Hershey when Maddie told him to "Go and be happy". During their conversation while Buck was bartending, Connor "suggested" Buck move to L.A. with him and the guys he knew because they were "kind of like a family". It's important to note that Connor said it after he stopped listening to Buck while he was trying to explain something to him.

Who always listens to Buck? EDDIE!

Now on to Season 7.

In the recent TCA interview, with regards to Buck’s self-discovery journey, OS commented that Buck’s sperm donation for his friends "hasn't necessarily played in any kind of conscious way so far" within the first 5 episodes (see below).

So the question is, could Buck tell Connor, "You don't know me!" in a conversation about the baby in 7x5 and it have something to do with Buck’s self-discovery journey? It's possible since as mentioned above, Connor doesn't really know Buck. Let's be real... when Connor reappeared they hadn't seen each other in three years and the attributes Connor mentioned about why he asked him to be his sperm donor instead of him going to a sperm bank aren't necessarily HEREDITARY.

Reminder, Buck likes to make things about himself and he likes to fix things. Therefore, the way things played out in 6A made it seem like he was making things about himself with the sperm donation too.

Here are a few of the comments that have been said to Buck and about him by his family.

In 3x1 and 3x2 (they replayed some of the scene from the end of 3x1 at the beginning of 3x2), Chris said, "You're going to be ok kid" after Buck told him he hopes he finds a job he likes and somethimg that makes him feel like he matters when he grows up. This happened after Buck quit the 118 but before the Tsunami.

In 3x6, Hen told Bobby, "I think Buck makes everything hard on Buck. The boy has two settings... zero and shut up before I smack you". They were discussing Bobby letting Buck work again after the lawsuit.

In 3x9, Eddie said, "So we're making this about you again?" while they were in the kitchen after Buck apologized for the second time following the lawsuit.

In 3x16 Chimney said, "So it's all about you?" when Buck was telling the team about Red.

In 3x16, Maddie said, "So you don't think this business with Red is hitting a little too close to home? A lonely hero firefighter who's pining for his lost love."

In 4x5, Athena said, "You never give up, that's what being Buck means to me" after he stayed in the warehouse fire against orders.

In 5x4, Eddie said, "You're the guy who likes to fix things" after Maddie and Chimney left.

In 6x11, dead Bobby said, "Aww kid, if what matters to you most is the way people see you... then you haven't learned a damn thing" in Buck’s coma dream.

They all know how Buck likes to make things about himself and at various points, they've said it in some form or another. Family won't hesitate to tell the people they love the truth unlike those who want to get what they can then leave like Connor did. And that's one of the reasons why I think Buck didn't talk to anyone about the sperm donation because if he had, they would have told him the truth. He did talk to Hen and even though she didn't discourage him, she did caution him about the possible ramifications of it except he was adamant about doing it and he wouldn't listen to the universe when it kept screaming at him.

Does Connor know Buck? NO!

The person who does know Buck is EDDIE!

Eddie not only knows him, HE SEES HIM! He also listens to him, he takes care of him and he's the one who's been there for him. In 6x1, he helped Buck see another side to Bobby's decision about interim captain. In 6x6, Eddie was the one who reassured him that Karen would be fine without a spleen. The list goes on and on but 9-1-1 made it a point in Season 6 to show the GA that NO ONE knows Buck like Eddie does and that continued even in 6x15 when Buck said that BS about ND seeing him.

No one believed it and it's possible Buck didn't believe it either.

The point of this post is that Buck’s breakdown may finally happen in Season 7 and it might have something to do with the sperm donation 👀.

Reminder, he didn't have one in season 6 even though he died and I think all of these things are related and could lead to it.

If Buck does have a breakdown, who's going to be by his side? EDDIE!

The same way Buck was by Eddie’s side after Eddie’s breakdown.

I said I wasn't going to speculate and I hadn't planned on it but I have so many thoughts about what could trigger Buck’s breakdown and I've been debating whether I'll post them. But I just might now that everything seems to be pointing in that direction.

Will Buck finally breakdown in season 7? Only the showrunner, writers and producers know the answer to that question.

[pianokantzart]

I posted something somewhere about Papa Mario’s “these are boys” line being wholesome (and made more so because of who voices the character!) and I got some comments from people who hated the line because it was clear Pio “didn’t give a shit” about either of his sons and only accepted them once they gave him something he could brag about. In other words, he only “cares” about them when they make him look good. I don’t think this is the case, and I get the feeling you don’t either. Can you do a brief analysis on the character given what little we’ve seen of him? :)

Yep, I 100% agree with you. Mario and Luigi's dad may have his flaws, but he definitely cares about his kids.

The thing about Pio is that he strikes me as the family patriarch? At least for as long as the grandpa has been in his twilight years. Not only does Pio appear a lot more emotionally restrained than Uncle Tony and Uncle Arthur, but he's bulkier and moves with a lot less pep. Either he's a good number of years older than either of them, works a far more physically demanding job, or both. Whatever the case, he takes matters with a lot more gravity, and his lapse of judgement at the dinner table seemed to be out of genuine worry rather than disdain or apathy. At first he did his best to talk about anything other than Mario's failing plumbing business, keeping his head down and eating his pasta while everyone else was either defending or teasing Mario and Luigi.

It's only when Mario directly asks his dad for his opinion that he gets right to the heart of the matter:

"I think you're nuts. You don't leave a steady job for some crazy dream. And the worst part? You're bringing your brother down with you."

It's harsh, but you can tell he means well. This is not the face of a man who "doesn't give a sh*t." This may be a big joke to Arthur and Tony, but to Pio it's dead serious. Mario's taking a huge gamble with his and his brother's financial stability. Yes, this is Mario AND Luigi's dream, and Luigi is perfectly capable of making his own decisions... but it's clear who's leading the charge and making a lot of questionable choices along the way. If Pio has a place of headship in the family like I suspect, then this statement has a lot more weight to it– he knows what it is to have other people's wellbeing rely on you. It's important Mario understands that if this longshot fails, he won't be going down alone.

Did Mario already know this? Yep. Was telling him he was bringing his brother down a step too far? Absolutely, but Pio was not trying to emotionally gut his son the way he did.

When Mario storms off, he looks blindsided by the reaction.

When everyone stares at him in surprise he asks "what did I say?" in a tone of genuine confusion. This was meant to be a wakeup call for Mario, not a slap in the face. Apparently, Luigi's inability to read a room is hereditary.

But Pio's not a man of pure stoicism, he's still a hot-blooded Italian at his core, so of course he gets so excited when his kids appear out of nowhere to decimate a giant turtle dragon and his invading army??? (Please note the way he's leaning way too far out of that window in his excitement. It's lucky he's got good core strength or he'd be falling right out of the third story into what is still an active war zone.)

When the smoke clears both Mia and Pio are climbing over wreckage to get to Mario and Luigi, well before a crowd has gathered to cheer. The "these are my boys!" was a continuation of the pride Mario's dad had already expressed before he realized anyone else was watching. He has absolutely no idea what just happened, but anyone with eyes can see that Mario and Luigi just did something fantastic! And as much as Pio sees Mario in the leading role– responsible for his and his brother's failures– he also sees him as responsible for their victories.

So yeah. Conclusion: Mario's Dad is a flawed guy who makes big mistakes, but there's no doubt in my mind that he cares a lot about his kids.