#its that annoying thing where like its the thing hes blown up for and everything but its actually really different from most of his music

[vitamin-zeeth]

Worst feeling in the world is when one of ur favourite artists is finally touring but they have like one really really popular song and you just know that's all half the people there are gonna give a shit about. And it's not even their best song.

[nereidprinc3ss]

weber's law

in which spencer reid comforts fem!reader when she's having a panic attack at the rossi mansion

fluff warnings/tags: panic attack lol, spencer is really cute and sweet my little perfect cutie pie angel baby, classic spencer info dumps bc they're pretty much his love language, established relationship, cheesy and sweet at the end a/n: this one is for my queens with panic disorders who are triggered by literally nothing and everything i see you have this ilysm

When Spencer had invited you to a small get-together at Rossi’s, you’d imagined a small get-together at Rossi’s. 

And maybe that makes you a complete idiot. 

Or maybe Spencer is just so used to FBI work functions that to him, this really is small.

But now you’re sitting on an expensive couch in a very nice house, and you’re surrounded by FBI agents who are all milling around and talking and laughing, and you’re worried maybe your outfit doesn’t look as nice on you as you’d thought it did, and you keep having very vivid visions of spilling your drink all over a furry throw rug that probably costs more than your rent does. 

Music that could reasonably be considered relaxing or at the very least not objectionable plays over the sound system throughout the whole house and thus is inescapable—not that you’d get up from the couch even if you could, because Spencer is sitting to your right and he has his hand on your thigh and it’s the only thing that has until this point been keeping you from a full blown panic attack.

Maybe that makes you a complete idiot, too.

Regardless, you try to focus on nothing but the weight of his hand as it travels slowly up and down from knee to hip over the jeans you’re not so sure about, and the feeling of your breath coming and going, as slow as you can possibly summon it without passing out. 

Spencer is laughing at something JJ is saying as she stands next to the couch with Will and you really like JJ but her voice seems so loud right now, and nothing is going particularly wrong but everything feels so, so wrong it’s scary. 

All the buzzing tension in your body telling you to run away because you’re unsafe and at the same time locking you into place builds until you have to express it somehow. So you revert to an old habit—bouncing your leg rapidly like a rabbit thumping its foot. It’s not entirely conscious, but it feels better than being completely still. That is, until Spencer’s hand strays inward and cups just above your inner knee, where he begins fanning his thumb back and forth over the fabric. 

“What’s this?” he murmurs, head angled toward you and voice low enough to not draw attention. You force yourself to plant your heel to the ground even though it worsens the feeling of gears crunching in your chest. 

“Nothing. Sorry.”

That gets his attention. 

Because of course it does. He’s always telling you to stop saying sorry so often. 

His tone solidifies, still quiet but committed to this conversation now and no longer the whispery apparition of a quick aside. 

“Why are you sorry?” 

“I don’t know, it wasn’t—it’s nothing.”

You barely avoid apologizing again. 

For a moment he doesn’t speak, just watches you—and you make the mistake of raising your gaze to meet his. He has that curious, analytical look about him, concern tightening his eyes and knitting his brow. He’s doing that annoying mind-reading thing again, and as soon as he actually sees your eyes, he’s figured you out. 

“Do you want to go outside for a minute? Get some air?”

After examining his face for any clues that he’d rather stay in here, (not that you’d really know what to look for), you nod hesitantly. Spencer mirrors your nod and stands, holding out his hand for you to take as you follow suit after setting your drink on a side table (without spilling.)

JJ is now wrapped up in conversation with another agent and the two of you manage to abscond without attracting unwanted attention, which makes you feel slightly better as Spencer leads you deftly through rooms with high-vaulted ceilings and big windows and heavy, expensive looking oak furniture. It seems like you’ve been wandering through a maze when you arrive to a quieter part of the house and he opens a french door for you—which leads out onto an empty patio. 

A cool breeze immediately sinks into your skin, and your nervous system is so hyper-alert that it gives you chills. Spencer notices the way you shiver and steps closer after closing the door behind him, his hand finding the small of your back immediately. 

“You okay?” he asks, intentionally avoiding impeding your view of the sweeping backyard and the trees beyond. Sometimes focusing on something stationary is less overwhelming, but they’re so tall they seem imposing. Threatening, even. 

But then again, everything feels threatening right now. 

“Yeah. I’m fine.”

Spencer seems unconvinced by your monotone—when you glance over at him he’s still watching you like you’re a puzzle to be solved. 

“Are you sure? You can tell me if you’re not.”

“Why are you so convinced something is wrong?” you laugh, but it comes out too manic. You cross your arms. He looks pointedly at the motion. 

“For starters, that. Often times crossing your arms is a subconscious way of comforting yourself when you feel defensive or threatened. And you could say it’s because you’re cold, but—” he pauses, reaching out to touch your cheek. “I can feel how hot your face is, and you shivered when we came outside even though it’s 71 degrees because your nervous system is overreacting to external stimuli. The leg-bouncing is also often indicative of an activated parasympathetic nervous system. Is me touching you okay?”

Again, you nod—unsure how to deflect when he calls you out so efficiently. 

Spencer’s hand slides down to just beneath your jaw, where he rests two fingers. Each second that passes has him looking progressively more worried. You wish you weren’t quite so catatonic—the fairy lights hanging from the pergola shine through his hair and make him glow so appealingly you want to kiss his cheek. 

“Your heart rate is really high, honey.”

That would be due to the sense of impending doom. Thanks for pointing it out.

But you’ve lost your words, and along with them has gone your sense of humor. All you can manage for a 30 second span is a meaningless shake of your head as you avert your eyes, staring at the sprawling carpet of blue-green grass soaked in night as each blade doubles with your tears. 

“I think I’m dying,” you finally croak.

“Technically, we all are. Very slowly.”

Ah. There’s that social tact he’s so well known for. 

“Spencer.”

“Right,” he kisses your cheek as you stare up at him, affronted, and pulls you into his chest. “Sorry. I was actually trying to be helpful. Changes in brain chemistry and hormonal activity associated with panic attacks change your perception of time and make things feel really fast which can contribute to feelings of anxiety. But in reality time is moving just the same as it always is. One second is always one second. Sometimes remembering that helps me to slow down. Not literally, of course. My gravitational pull isn’t great enough to have any discernible effect on the passage of time.”

You sniff, pressing your cheek to his tie. His words make your head spin, seeing as you hadn't been prepared for a lecture in psychophysics—but it spins in the opposite direction than it had been going previously. It's nice.

“Change your perception of time?”

“Weber’s law of perception. Stimulus sensitivity will increase proportionally with increased stimulus intensity. You’re only perceiving time to be going faster because your cortisol and adrenaline levels are making you hyper-vigilant and sensitive to all the markers of time passing.”

“Like what?”

Spencer hums, the bass of it a comforting resonance against your ear, and strokes your hair unhurriedly. 

“Like… your internal clock. Your body measures time with your heartbeat, so when your heart rate increases, time seems to go faster. Also environmental cues, which lead you to understand that the world is not stagnant and thus is not frozen in time. Like the sound of the wind chimes…” he pauses, long enough for you to realize that indeed, you can hear the gentle, sonorous ringing and tinkling of steel chimes bouncing against each other. “And the wind itself, which is coming all the way from the Gulf of Mexico. Some studies actually suggest that wind direction can affect your energy levels and mood.”

It’s a gentle breeze more than it is full-blown wind. It feels cool against your hot skin. 

Spencer’s hand on the back of your head, still rhythmically smoothing your hair, seems to slow down the passage of time as well. You focus on that, and the sound of the wind chimes and the breeze on your skin for a few minutes, until your breathing and your heart rate slow and soon you regain your footing in the temporal dimension, exactly sure of where you stand on Rossi’s patio and in your boyfriend’s arms. 

“You tricked me into doing a grounding exercise,” you mumble into Spencer’s jacket. 

“I did not trick you,” he defends, voice quiet to match yours. “I just wanted to make you feel better. Did it work?”

You pull away from him and he lets you, watching on as you sniffle and wipe your tears on your sleeves. 

“Yeah, it did. Thank you.”

For a moment, neither of you speak as you gather yourself. He leads you by the hand to a cushioned hanging bench at the end of the patio, taking a seat next to you and gently rocking the swing. 

“Do you know what triggered that?” Spencer asks, over the gentle creaking sound. You shrug, observing the dance of the fireflies in the grass. 

“Nothing. Sometimes I just feel like everything’s wrong and scary but I didn’t want to tell you and ruin your night.”

“Hey,” Spencer murmurs, pulling you into him with an arm around your shoulder. “You are not ruining my night. I don’t want you to worry about that.”

“But all your friends and coworkers are inside, and you’re out here with me.”

He angles his head down toward you and you look up to meet his eyes, even warmer than the sticky summer night. 

“I am. Do you know why?”

“Because I suck,” you sniffle, more hot tears rolling down your cheeks as you attempt to look away. But Spencer’s not having it. He encourages you to sit up again so you can look at him properly, before wiping tears away gently with his thumb. When he speaks, it’s in soft, soothing tones. 

“No. I’m out here because if all my friends were inside having fun, and you were outside having a panic attack, I would choose you every time.”

You manage a laugh through the crying. 

“I don’t know if that’s healthy.”

“Whether or not it’s healthy is an entirely different discussion,” Spencer smiles wryly, before it melts into something softer and more sincere. “All that matters is that it’s true.”

For a while after that, you simply lay your head on his shoulder. Spencer controls the speed of the swing with his much-longer legs, kissing your head and rubbing your arm as you admire the expanse of Rossi’s lush yard bathed in moonlight and the black silhouette of the forest beyond. 

Eventually, Spencer speaks again, likely to make sure you’re not spiraling alone in your head. 

“Can I tell you an extremely classified secret that I've been trying really hard to keep to myself for three days?” he asks, and the mischievous edge to his voice catches your attention. You hum in assent, already wondering what kind of information Spencer would have a hard time keeping to himself. It could be anything. 

“Anderson is sleeping with Childers from Operational Tech.”

“What?”

Despite not working for the FBI yourself, Spencer and Penelope have you so filled in on the drama that you know exactly why that’s shocking. 

You pick your head up to look at him like do not fuck with me right now. 

His eyes sparkle as he nods.

“Yep.”

“Didn’t you tell me Childers was dating that girl in sex crimes?”

Spencer raises his eyebrows. The corner of his mouth twitches. You gasp. 

“No! What? Does Anderson know?”

“I don’t know. I certainly didn’t want to be the one to tell him.”

“Wait—Anderson told you this?”

“Yeah!” He laughs incredulously at your complete disbelief. “People tell me things! I’m an excellent confidant!”

“If you’re relaying all of this information to me then you’re a terrible confidant,” you chuckle, still watery—but feeling light years better. 

Spencer brushes your hair away from your face fondly, leaning a fraction of an inch closer. 

“You don’t count. Telling you secrets is basically the same as keeping them to myself.”

“Basically,” you tease, angling your head up by a few degrees in invitation. Spencer says nothing, does nothing for a long moment—just studies you with soft eyes, continues stroking your cheek. When he takes too long to kiss you, you get impatient. “I’m still kinda anxious, you know.”

He smiles knowingly.  

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” you nod, looking pointedly at his lips. “You should kiss me better.”

“I think that would take more than just one kiss,” he murmurs through a smile, leaning ever closer until your noses are bumping. “I think I would have to devote several hours to that. Maybe even a whole day.”

“How does tomorrow look for you?” 

He’s laughing as he finally presses his lips to yours. The kiss is sweet and lingering. 

“For you? It’s wide open.”

[en-rev]

The Presence of You (Sunghoon x 8th Member Fem!Reader

Summary: It’s been a rough week for Sunghoon, but you were just what he needed to feel better.

Breathing heavily, Sunghoon panted while he clenched his shirt. With a hand supporting himself on the wall of the bathroom, he gazed past his reflection in the mirror. Not to look behind him, but to look through him. His mind overwhelmed with anxiety, and it trickled its way into his relationships with both his family and his members. 

Sunghoon has never been one to communicate his emotions clearly with others. Instead he buried them as best as he could, often doing it unconsciously. However, after a rather difficult day at the hybe building, he found himself in a full blown anxiety attack in the dorm bathroom. In the practice room he felt ridiculed for not being able to properly execute a dance move, in the recording room he felt his vocals weren’t on par with previous sessions. When he arrived at the dorm, he felt as though he was out of place. His mind decided that he no longer fit in with his current placement, and led to his current predicament in front of the mirror. Avoiding his members as best as possible, he escaped to the bathroom in hopes of gathering himself before anyone saw. 

Returning back to the dorms from filming a small personal vlog for engene, you walked through the hallway to enter your room. Across from your room, the shared bathroom was accessible for all of your members. You never used it since you had your own, however you always noticed when it was in use. Hearing a constant stream of water from the bathroom sink, you ignored it originally, shutting your door as you rummaged through your things in search of your camera. Grabbing a small backpack, you packed the camera and a few essential items for a small outing by yourself. 

Exiting your room while making sure to shut the door softly, you noticed the sink still running. The sound distinct through the dorm and muffled quietly through the thin walls. With furrowed brows, your head tilted in both confusion and concern. Whoever was in the bathroom has had the sink running for a long time… Are they okay? Shifting the bag on your shoulder, you quietly tiptoed to the door. Carefully pressing your ear to it, you could hear soft sniffling and splashes of water. Biting your lip with uncertainty, you pulled away from the door, unsure of whether you should approach them or leave whoever was in the bathroom alone. 

“Is everything okay?” a familiar soft voice called out to Sunghoon from outside the door. Instantly he froze, not expecting anyone, let alone you to call to him. Rolling his eyes slightly, he took a deep breath as he turned off the water. Patting his face dry, he attempted to recompose himself. His eye roll wasn’t necessarily directed towards you, rather it was for him himself. How could he let himself get to this point where you were concerned for him? Clearing his throat slightly he finally went to open the door and exit the bathroom. 

Face to face, you noticed the puffiness of his eyes and the small droplets of water gathering at the collar of his shirt, falling slowly from the tips of his hair. His adam's apple bobbed slightly as he swallowed nervously, seeing you inspect him. “What's wrong?” he questioned, deciding that it would be best to turn the conversation to you. Hearing the slightest crack in his voice, you knew that something was up, he hardly ever acted like this. 

“Are you okay? You’ve been in there a long time.” you explained, stepping out of his way to allow him to exit the bathroom. As he took a step closer to you, he seemingly looked down the hallway in order to prevent you from seeing his face, already knowing that you wouldn’t stop till he answered your questions. 

“Nothings wrong, I’m just tired.” he groaned, almost sounding annoyed. With a grunt he realized that his words were a bit harsh, and creating a misunderstanding between the two of you was the last thing he needed right now. Bringing his hand to brush his hair back, he felt the few droplets that remained on him. Sighing, he looked to the ground and stared at your slippers, slowly making his way up to take in your appearance. Finally reaching your face he noticed your bottom lip tucked between your teeth, and the furrow of your brows that you often held when you were worried. “I’m sorry…” he began, looking to the floor once more, unable to look you in the eyes. 

Seeing him unable to look at you, you stepped closer and immediately wrapped your arms around him. Embracing him with every comforting fiber of your being. You knew these small tells of Sunghoon, letting you into his mind, and right now you can see the inner turmoil he’s having with himself. With a gentle hand behind his head you pulled him into the crook of your neck as your other hand rested on his back. “Sunghoon, you don’t have to tell me what’s wrong but know that I’m here for you, and I always will be. I never want you to feel like you have to keep things to yourself Hoon, we’re a team.” you whispered to him as the two of you embraced. 

Immediately Sunghoon hugged you back, wrapping his arms around your waist as he leaned into you. “I know, I have to work on it. But I know you're always looking out for me.” he spoke into your neck, making you smile ever so slightly at the ticklish feeling. “I’m going out right now, I wanted to take some pictures. Do you want to come? Maybe you could come to get your mind off of things.” Nodding in agreement, Sunghoon pulled away slightly, smiling at you sweetly while patting your head gently. You were always so sweet to him and he would forever be grateful to you, “I’ll go get ready.”

Walking at a crosswalk side by side, the two of you traveled in a comfortable silence. Occasionally, Sunghoon would glance at you, noticing how you walked with your camera ready in hand. He admired how despite such a busy schedule you all had, you still made the effort to continue your hobbies and interests. Often, he would catch you staring at a particular view for some time, or even a simple object and figured your creative mind was at work. You tilted your head often, an action he found cute. Discovering you did it unconsciously because you like looking at new angles, he found it all the more endearing; especially knowing where it stemmed from. “What are you trying to take pictures of?” he questioned as he lightly bumped your arm with his elbow.

“Nothing specific really, I just had a feeling that today was a good day to come out. You know?” you asked lightly, taking in his features in the shaded afternoon light. Watching his brow shift, slightly you smiled knowing that he was most likely questioning your word choice. Many have done so. You took in the curious look on his face. “You felt it? How?” he remarked with a short laugh as he turned to face you more. “Mhm, like in my chest. It just felt like I needed to come outside to take pictures today. Does that make any sense?” you motioned to your sternum as you explained the odd feeling you felt. “Not really, but I believe you.” he smiled while bringing a hand to gently pat the top of your head as the two of you stopped at a crosswalk. Sunghoon found you captivating and loved to listen to how your brain worked, especially since the two of you were similar yet vastly different in other aspects. 

Deciding to take a small break from walking, the two of you stumbled upon an ice cream shop. Getting your respected flavors and sitting close to one another at a small table near the window, Sunghoon started the conversation as he took a bite of his coffee flavored ice cream. “Green tea ice cream? I’ve never seen anyone get that before…” he leads off, raising his eyebrows and giving a tight lip smile as he begins to tease you. Scoffing, you instantly eat a small scoop, “It's one of the best flavors of ice cream, Sunghoon. And plenty of people eat this flavor, that's why it's a top seller.” you defended as you began to lean over the table with a growing pout. Sunghoon, following your movements, copied how you leaned in closer with a smile, obviously enjoying teasing you. “Don’t knock it till you try it.” you muttered, grabbing the ice cream cup and lightly shoving it in Sunghoon’s face, getting the treat all over his mouth. Shocked by your actions, both of your mouths drop open in disbelief. Sunghoon laughed at the shock on your face and covered his mouth with his hand as he licked his lips, a small attempt to clean the mess off. In a small panic, you grabbed napkins off the table and reached out to wipe the ice cream off his chin and nose, “Oh my- I’m so sorry Sunghoon… I really didn’t mean it.” Letting you clean him up, he just shakes his head with a smirk, “You know you’re right, that flavor is not that bad.” Halting, you look into his eyes and tilt your head skeptical, “That's what you’re thinking about?” He nods lightly, his lips pursed. “That… but also this”, before giving you time to react, he grabbed his own cup of ice cream and pushed it into your face, practically howling at how you stared at him in shock before laughing. “Here, get closer so we can take a picture.” you smiled excitedly as you grabbed your older digital camera to snap a picture of you both. 

Leaving the shop, the two of you walked out in each other’s embrace. Sunghoon had an arm across your shoulders and you had an arm around his waist, sticking your hand into the pocket of his hoodie. Walking closely together, the two of you chatted about anything and everything. “You know, I actually saw an edit of you the other day. Engene really like when you show off your arms.” You teased with a small wiggle of your brows as you looked into his eyes. Scoffing, Sunghoon straightened his shoulders and flexed the arm that was wrapped around you. “Of course they do. Don’t you? Oh of course you, how could you not?” he replied cockily. Smiling in disbelief, you stopped in your steps, “Oh really, and who said that? I hate to break it to you… but that wasn’t me.” you teased while you bumping your hip into his. “Oh really? I guess I’ll just have to convince you then.” he shrugged while stepping away and adjusting his sweater. Pulling you closer to a nearby fountain, he sat you down and took off his hoodie before tossing it to you. “What are you doing?” you laughed while shaking your head at how ridiculous he is. “I’m giving you a once in a lifetime show.” he smirked while adjusting the sleeves of his t-shirt, rolling them up to show off his biceps. 

With your camera in hand, you snapped as many pictures as you could. Sunghoon, unbothered by the flash, continued to flex and pose for you. Smiling at how entertained you were, he went even further and got on the ground to start doing push ups. “Make sure you get a clear shot!” he called out while on his mission to impress you. Deciding to record a video, you set up the camera to make sure he’s in the angle and set it next to your things before approaching him. Crouching down next to him you glance at his arms before commenting, “Is that all you got?”. Stopping, he stares up at you before moving to crouch next to you with a raised brow “Oh really, you’re not impressed yet? Maybe this will convince you.” He smirked before he threw an arm under your knees and held your back as he lifted you up into the air. Yelping, you wrapped your arms around him to stabilize yourself, “What’re you doing?”. Chuckling, he shrugged while adjusting his hold on you, “I don’t know.” Shaking your head you pointed to the camera you set up, “Don’t get out of frame! I want to keep the video!” you exclaimed while patting his shoulder. Quickly, Sunghoon approaches the camera and spins you to make sure you both are in the video, “I have an idea, I dance and you sing.” Agreeing, he sets you down gently before standing in front of you. Taking a seat, you dramatically clear your throat before singing. Getting into position, Sunghoon began freestyling for you, smiling as he pulled a couple of tricks. Clapping your hands to cheer him on, occasionally you paused suddenly as a small way of teasing, but he quickly followed along as if you both were playing red light green light.

Out of breath, the two of you laughed with each other while sitting at the secluded fountain. “I think you need a drink…” you spoke while noticing the sweat glistening off of him. “I think you owe me one after everything I did for you.” he grinned while giving you a mischievous look. “I suppose I can do that for you” you winked while handing him his sweater. Shaking his head he pushed it back to you, “I’m too hot, you wear it for me”. Quickly pulling the hoodie on, you grabbed your bag which Sunghoon took from your hands to put over his shoulder. “Before we go, I need a picture of us. You take it, your arms are longer.” Hurriedly handing him the camera, you adjust your hair quickly to make sure it looks good. Wrapping an arm around you, Sunghoon pushes you into his chest and leans his head atop yours. Holding his arm out, he makes sure the two of you are in frame and smiles before snapping a picture. Snapping a couple more, he turns to look at you, catching your attention to catch a candid photo. 

Briskly walking back to the dorm, you came across a farmers market. Rows upon rows of booths were filled with vendors selling all sorts of goods. “Let's check out what they have!”, you exclaimed excitedly while pulling him towards some of you booths that caught your eye. In front of a booth with fresh drinks of all sorts, you quickly looked over the different options before nudging Sunghoon. “Do you want anything from here?”, glancing over all the options, he hums while wrapping an arm around your shoulders to relax his stance. “Yeah actually, that one looks good.”, motioning to the drink that caught his interest the two of you quickly approached the vendor to order your drinks. “Hi! Can we get two large cups of mamey please?” you ordered from the older woman whose smile was plastered across her face. Glancing over the two of you and taking in your appearances she nods, “Of course, coming right up” 

As you glanced through accessories from a nearby booth, Sunghoon waited patiently for the drinks. Thanking the woman, he grabbed the two cups before grabbing a condensation slip and carefully sliding it onto yours. He knew that the cold weather was enough, and even with his sweater around you, the chilling air and the cold drink would be too much for you. At least, too much for him to accept, he wouldn't want you to feel too cold while you were with him. He had always been so considerate and observant. Approaching you from behind, he glanced over you while you closely gathered a few items from the booth. “I think this would suit you.” he mumbles while reaching out to grab an accessory, a small metal barrette neatly decorated with ribbon, and topped with a bow in the color that suits you best. gently grabbing the bow from his hand, you hold it up to your head, “You think so? How about it?” Setting the items in your hand down, you grabbed some of your face framing pieces and pulled them back before securing them with his chosen bow. Grinning, he nodded, ”It’s perfect.” With a hand reached out, he grabs your hair on the other side and gently tucks it behind your ear. “I’ll get it for you.” he nods while tucking a hand into his pocket to reach for his wallet. Chuckling lightly you nod in agreement, “Okay, I’ll let you only because I’m buying you something too.” Furrowing his brows, he turns his head to you in question. Bringing up your hands in front of him, two bracelets almost identical to each other are held before him. Silver charm bracelets, each decorated with a single charm in the shape of a film camera. “One for you and one for me.” you wink before approaching the vendor to pay for your items. 

Entering the dorm you call out once seeing a few of the members playing video games in the living room, “We’re back!” Sunghoon, entering behind you, skillfully takes off his shoes before approaching the others to see what they had been up to. Approaching the couch, you stand beside a seated Sunoo who was snacking. He watched a drama on his phone and the heated battle between Heeseung, Jake, and Riki. “How long have they been like this?” you smile as you lean over his shoulder to see what he was watching. “Four hours, can you believe it?” he huffs while crunching on his chips. “And how long have you been watching your show?” you smirk, making him sigh in admittance. “Even longer…” giggling slightly, you ruffle his hair gently before turning to go to your room and gather your things to take a shower. 

After patting your damp hair with a towel, you gently brushed it while massaging in hair products. The computer in front of you is opened to all the pictures and videos you had taken of today. Smiling as you look through the pictures, you download them from the SD card onto a usb, downloading a few onto your computer to send over to Sunghoon. Once you finished, you wrapped yourself in a small blanket before making your way over to his room. Knocking gently, you call out, “Hoon, can I come in?”. Biting on your lip gently as you wait for an answer, you’re startled when he suddenly opens the door. “Come in.”, he motions you inside to which you follow. Taking a seat on the edge of his bed, you wrap yourself even tighter into your blanket. Sunghoon, folding some of his clothes, quickly put them away to take a seat next to you. “I just wanted to come and see how you were doing.” You spoke quietly while glancing over his profile. “I’m feeling better, I promise.” He sighed out, his hand reaching out to fidget with the hemming of your blanket. “Thank you for today, really. I was in my head before but… going out with you brought me back.” Reaching out your blanketed hand, you rest yours atop his. “You can always come to me, Sunghoon. For anything.” Nodding, he acknowledges your words before turning to you, “Don’t forget that you can come to me too. It may not have seemed like it today, but I promise you that I’ll be there for you.” Glancing up into his eyes, you can see the earnesty behind them. Pouncing onto him and pulling him into a hug, you wrap your blanket around the two of you, “I know.” 

Extra: 

That night, the two of you preferred to stay together. Huddled together on the bed underneath the shared blankets, Hoon’s laptop laid in front of you both. “I bet he’s the killer, just wait and see” you huffed after seeing your favorite character die. Snickering, Sunghoon let out a deep breath as he returned to the film. Only a couple of minutes later, he turned to trace over your features. Your face was always so reactive, even if you tried to keep your thoughts hidden, your face betrayed you. That is just one of the things he liked about you. Smiling, he scooted closer to you to wrap an arm around your shoulders. With his elbow resting on your skin, he reached his hand to rest atop your head. Silently enjoying the movie, he gently massages your scalp, knowing that you would soon fall under a spell. It was funny really, how easily in the comfort of someone you trusted, how you essentially told them everything about you. Even without saying so. Or maybe that was just how Sunghoon saw it, how observant he was when it came to you. Lulling you to sleep after a few minutes, he smiled at his success. He knew that deep down you had been trying to stay awake for him, despite working early today. Setting aside his computer, he properly tucked you in. Laying you down against the pillows gently, he grabbed an extra blanket from his closet before returning to the bed, and laying down beside you with his own blanket. Shortly after, your steady breaths had brought him to sleep, leaving the both of you to dream comfortably in the presence of one another. 

Note: It has been a minute since I last posted, but I hope that you can enjoy this one. I'm hoping to write more within the next couple of weeks, especially since I will have a small break then. Check out No Doubt and Daydream if you haven't! Thank you so much, really.

[beyonddarknessintolight]

My Skeleton Crew finale SPOILER thoughts!

...I am so fascinated by Jod. I was kinda right that he doesn't get a full blown redemption, but I was also proven wrong about my reaction to him from last week: he's not a completely evil bastard.

I will say, that I still think he's not a good person, but I won't call him 'evil.' He doubled down on his choices and his philosophy right up to the end, and he still kept using gaslighting language on the kids: blaming them for things getting this bad, claiming if they just obeyed him then things would be fine, etc. That's all abusive language.

But yes, now that we know his backstory, his actions all make sense as a trauma response. He was deeply messed up by watching that Jedi die in front of him, and it made him cynical.

It's very interesting though, that in his rant he still acknowledged that there is good in the universe, and it makes me think he sees himself as a monster. If he is at least aware of what is good and bad, and he still chooses to be bad... that makes him someone who, by default, probably hates himself and doesn't think he deserves to join the side of good.

It's psychologically so fascinating, and I see parallels with Darth Vader and Kylo Ren too. They too on some level knew that they were doing evil things, but had no hope for themselves. So much to unpack. I love characters like this!

So, while I think he still counts as a 'bad guy' in this, the way it ends does leave open the door for, someday, after a lot of work, he could redeem himself. But right now, he's still too much of a scoundrel. Also important to note how self destructive he is: his choices are very impulsive and poorly thought out, and he honestly could have just stayed with the kids until the very end and been able to get away with a giant reward, and be a lot better off.

But he chose to betray them for no good reason other than his own pride, and not wanting to be indebted to these kids that he finds annoying. He caused his own downfall by giving them a villain to overcome their own differences to defeat.

God this is such good writing!

It is interesting that they don't let us see what happened to him, they left that very open-ended. I know his final expression is being hotly debated, and I personally saw it as him accepting his defeat with dignity, but also.... there might be a tiny bit of him that's proud of the kids for defeating him and proving him wrong, that there are good guys who sometimes win. But it's very up for interpretation.

I also love how Wim's dad got to be a hero too! He's such a giant nerd lol. 'Son, you're looking at a Level 7 Analyst,' or whatever, and he says it like its the most badass thing in the world.

In general, this finale lets the adults learn to trust their children and defy the strict rules of that society, which is a good message.

And I LOVE that bit where Fern tells her mom about how, no matter where they went, even in the really bad places, they still met people that were kind and helped them. It's mirroring what Jod was saying, about pinpricks of light. The difference is that Jod lost faith in those pinpricks, while Fern found it (faith).

Yeah, I would have preferred we got a brief epilogue, to just show how the planet adjusts to now being part of the galaxy again, but it's honestly a minor nitpick. And part of me is ok with it not answering every single question, it allows our imagination to blossom. And also gives the writers wiggle room for Season 2...

Oh! Also: I love that, even after everything, Wim wanted Jod to come with them. He didn't want to abandon him. That feels so much like Luke. And I love that Jod just gives him this small smile, like he's saying, 'nah, kid, you earned this, get going.'

I loved this show so so so so much, it's just classic Star Wars fun, but it still felt fresh and different. Bravo!

[firemenenthusiast]

—“like earth orbiting the sun”

farleigh start x fem!reader

summary: farleigh start! who makes his girlfriend his entire personality.

content warning: sfw, sweet fluff all the wayyy, farleigh being down bad for reader. farleigh being sweet (rare), suggestive themes at the end but just a little bit

a/n: giggling, kicking my feet, rolling on the bed while writing this. farleigh just one chance pls

farleigh had always told himself and people around him that love’s a scam. he was taught that family are supposed to love each other. but after learning about what happened between his family and his mom, why should he believe in such thing ? after they hurt his mom in the name of love ? he refused to believe in such thing. until he felt it himself.

-ever since he’s fallen for you he’s willing to use all of the love he has on you. ever since you show up into his life its like his earth stopped orbiting the sun and started orbiting you instead. you’re his new-found love. but farleigh’s still the same old farleigh who’s too proud to say it. so he shows it instead. you understood long ago that his love language is act of service that he only does for you. anyone else that wants him to do something out of his will can fuck off. so he said.

“you’re going out again ?” you swiftly turn to face your roommate sitting on her bed, folding her clothes rather messily. she couldnt care less if theyre not stacked symmetrically, just wanted to have the mountain of unfolded clothes out of her chair. “of course, its friday night! aren’t you ?” you cheerfully say as your hands busy putting on the earrings you’d picked out earlier. “is that new ?” she asks, eyes squinting in an attempt to have a closer look before getting up to actually take a look. “-and no, i’d rather stay in. wow these are pretty- if they ever go missing best bet that’s me”. you hold still as she examines the newly bought earrings before chuckling at her joke. “yeah, farleigh saw them when he was walking around town” you hear her groan before plopping herself down onto her bed. you giggle at her response. “im sorry! i promise to not mention his name anymore” you raise both your hands to surrender before letting out a laugh.

you couldn’t blame her, you’d be annoyed too. its always farleigh this, farleigh that. farleigh bought me this, farleigh bought me that- and you love him for that. always letting you in on stuff. he tells you everything too. thanks to him, you can atleast watch out for those people he’d gossip about, so you dont get into their mess. if it wasn’t for him you wouldn’t know anything. you’re not the type to hop around searching for gossips but you love hearing about them, then fueling his gossips with your insults. in that sense you’re fit for each other, and you’re happy to have your own personal source of campus gossip. “do i look okay ?” you take one last look at your reflection in the bodysized mirror hung on the wall, smoothing out your casual dress. nothing too sexy or uncomfortable, you just wanted to chill and have some drink. “you look absolutely gorgeous like always m’darling” your roommate teases you before giggles erupt between the two of you. “where are you going anyways? need your location” she asks, not bothered to look as she’s more focused on folding a tshirt.

“the pub- like always. farle-“ his name almost slip your tongue as you receive a warning look from your roommate. you widen your eyes as you mouth an ‘okay’ before saying, “well he, who shall not be named- invited me. wants me there, he said” she rolls her eyes. “he always wants you EVERYWHERE” “bet you’re there when he goes shopping for new underwear”. she jokes. you look at her with your head cocked to the side, confused. her jaw drops as she points at you “oh my gosh, you’ve totally done that !” she gives you the most dramatic mind blown look ever “is that not normal ?” “fucks sake its not !” you shrug at her, not caring for her going ballistic. it’s not like you’re always there with him anywhere. shit, are you ?. you cant help but give it a quick thought. well you sometimes have classes buildings away from each other, so no, you think. a normal response for someone in denial. making sure you’ve put everything you need in your purse, you blow your roommate a kiss before waving her bye bye to which she jokingly shoos you away

the pub’s busier than other nights with it being the weekend and all but mostly because you and farleigh’s friendgroup members are all bunched up together tonight. courtesy of felix offering to cover every round of drinks. who would pass up on an offer like that ? you’re approaching the bar, lips letting out singsongs as your fingers play with the new earring on your right earlobe. farleigh had offered to walk you from your dorm but you declined, telling him to save you a seat instead. so he did just that. also because its just a 5-minute walk or so. the atmosphere in the pub getting thick as he’s getting antsy waiting, almost barking at his friends who tried to sit in the seat designated for you by him. “that’s for my girlfriend you dumb” he told them. as felix walks towards the table at which they’re all circled around, farleigh’s head cocks seeing the pub’s door being pushed from outside. he almost jumped out his seat seeing that it’s you. “there she is !” he exclaims, he’s quick to get you at the door. everyone else cheers seeing you walk with your hand in farleigh’s, fingers intertwined.

as soon as you’re both seated he has his hand around your waist, resting at your thigh. “how was the walk ?” he asks, his nose almost nudging yours. you lean in to give him a quick kiss before nodding, “it was nice, a little breezy” you told him without giving it a second thought. he quickly took off his knitted cardigan-like sweater to drape it over your shoulders. you giggle at his reaction, you didn’t think he’d react that way as you weren’t trying to imply that you were cold. as he is admiring your pretty face, he notices the shiny thing on your earlobe. “is that—“ his hand reach up to touch the earrings, a huge smile appears on your face before nodding. “wanted to show you. you pick the prettiest things for me. maybe i should bring you when i shop for jewelries” its been long since you last went jewelry shopping. probably since you started dating him cuz he always buy you shiny things that he’d stumble upon. he spends a lot of time looking to pick the prettiest among them. he would buy them all but he thinks that it would only show that he’s lazy. he wants you to know how much he loves you and the time he spends picking them out shows it.

farleigh would go absolutely feral whenever there’s like a bazaar on campus where students set up their businesses’ booths cuz that means there will be girls selling their handmade jewelries. he thinks they’re so pretty that it would be a waste if they’re not being worn by you. bazaars happen maybe a couple times a year and the girls already know him cuz he spends the longest time looking at their rings, necklaces and earrings trying to pick out something for you. the first time he came by the booth they thought he was gonna insult them, maybe say things like ‘aren’t you too old to be making bracelets?’ or call their handmade pieces ugly. they tried to avoid him until he picks one of them up without saying anything, taking a closer look before handing them one that caught his eyes the most. one of the girls gathered all her courage to ask him who was he thinking of buying the stuff for and he proudly said “its for my girlfriend, she loves handmade jewelries” as they nod at his answer he started going on and on talking about you, stuffs you’re interested in so they can help pick out what would suit you best. “—yeah she’s in class right now, wouldn’t want her to know im here. want to suprise her with these. she’ll go wild” a grin plastered across his face imagining your reaction. sometimes its tmi for the girls but they dont care, they think its the sweetest.

farleigh doesn’t necessarily think buying you the most expensive things is the best way to show his love, its just as long as he’s poured much thought into his gifts. he fixates on thinking whether or not you’ll love the gifts he thinks of buying you and if you probably won’t, he’ll find something else.

“they’re only pretty when you wear them. you make them look pretty” he whispers into your ear before taking your hand into his. he lean in to kiss you before pulling away just to kiss you again. and again. he rubs circles on the back of your hand with his thumb before looking back up at you. you’re getting all giddy from the attention he’s giving, your cheeks heating up. “yo guys— if you want to do romance maybe get a room” you hear one of his friends yell from across the pub. he flips him off before saying, “why were you looking at us anyways, loser ?” farleigh’s quick to rebut as the others’ reactions fill the room. he gives the guy a disgusted look before looking back at you, who is smiling. “sorry baby, would you like your usual ?” you nod before he gets up to go get your signature drink that you always have everytime you’re here. you’re not really into the heavy stuffs so he doesn’t force you to do them. he only does that to oliver.

apart from saving your seat, picking out jewelries for you and always getting you your drink to make sure it’s safe in his hands, he always want you with him everywhere he goes. just like your roommate had told you. he doesn’t care if he has to walk all the way across a field or a hallway to get to your classes, he’ll make sure he’s waiting outside for you by the time you’re finished so he could have you beside him everywhere he goes. and you dont care following him around. sometimes its just meaningless walks around campus but you’re happy as long as he’s with you. you’re his bestest friend. his home. he’d be telling you jokes as he walks, getting in front of you to make big movements to accompany his storytelling like he’d never run out of energy. like you’re his source of energy. you would give him the best reactions to his stories and gossips and he‘d fall even more in love with you if that’s even possible

he was already quite famous on campus before dating you, but now almost literally everyone knows the both of you as THE couple. he would casually mention you everywhere he goes when you’re not with him, which is probably only the times when you have different classes. and you’re always with him too. the cafeteria, the pub, the field (he loves picnics with you), his homeroom, your homeroom, the random benches along the building, the hallways. its always the two of you. somehow you never got sick of each other probably cuz he’s nice to you. sure, there are times he’d accidentally lash out on you about something that got to him but he’s quick to make it up to you. he couldn’t imagine not having you everywhere with him. his buddies have all grown accustomed to you now, unlike the first few weeks when he started dating you. they got soo annoyed everytime farleigh brought you to hang out with them. he’s always out and about telling them like, “my girlfriends coming later” or “gotta wait for my girlfriend first” before actually hanging out with them. they were irritated cuz you weren’t as fun before, back when you were just being introduced to them. bros before hoes they’d told him. farleigh made sure to let them know you’re not just some ‘hoe’ and after that they’re basically pretty chill with you as soon as they realised you’re just like farleigh, but in female form. you get along with them and their convos just as well as farleigh. so they dont mind you tagging along anymore

its becoming his whole personality, dating you. its always you before all else. sentences like, ‘cant, gotta go get my girlfriend’ or ‘my girlfriend would love this’ or ‘the other day my girlfriend-‘ and ‘did you know ? my girlfriend-‘ are converging into his daily dictionary. you, are just the same. always mentioning him in everything because you do everything with him. like it or not the story’s gonna involve him cuz he was there. or it happened to him. or he was the one who told you. the two of you set the dating standards so high that the girls only want what the both of you have when it comes to relationships. cuz the both of you made it possible, you’d become the couple everyone put their trust in love in.

you let out a laugh joining the others at something farleigh had said before taking a sip of the drink he brought you earlier. he has his one hand around your waist, grabbing your hand and the other on the table, near your drink, holding a lit ciggie in between his index and middle finger. he offers you a smoke to which you lean in. he holds the cig for you, watching you pull a puff before taking a puff himself. he closes the distance between you, leaning in to blow the smoke into your mouth, shotgunning.

the swirls of smoke mixing yours before he kisses you, deep. one of his favourite things to do with you. his hand that was holding your hand reaches into the hem of your dress, teasingly playing with it. he grins as his eyes bore into yours, tongue poking at the inside of his cheek. you giggle at his fingers dragging along your thigh, tickling you. he nudges his nose against yours before getting up, gently pulling at your hand. you follow him as you giggle, already knowing where this is going. he pulls your hand, walking towards the door before saying, “ciao everyone, and you-“ he’s pointing at the dude yelling at you guys earlier,

“-thank you for your suggestion” he chuckles as the whole room roar in mixed reactions. safe to say your poor roommate slept alone that night.

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[mirensiart]

https://www.tumblr.com/mirensiart/766516621742374913/i-have-to-ask-is-the-curse-in-the-pain-sharing?source=share

I'm usually the definition of a lurker but I'm leaving the safety of the void to ask about what you think the other curses would be for each of the Links. I thought up a few but I want to hear what you think they'd be!

Sky: No idea

Four: Forcing all the Links to split. So there's now 36 Links! I can only imagine the chaos :)

Time: De-aging/advanced-aging curse. So either everyone gets turned into kids or old men, or a mix of both. Or maybe a timeloop! Or maybe something to do with his masks? He has too many possibilities!

Legend: The Pain-Sharing AU

Hyrule: I want to say The Blood Curse gets shared, but none of them would even know unless the monsters started sacrificing them so... maybe everyone turns into fairies?

Twilight: Animal/Dark World Forms Curse.

Wind: Its a common headcannon that Wind can see spirits right? Maybe the spirit sense gets spread around? But that seems more like a benefit than a curse...

Warriors: Uhhhh...? No idea.

Wild: The only thing I can think of is giving the entire Chain amnesia and forcing them to recover their memories the same way Wild does.

Ooooh! OK so, when I made that post I was thinking specifically about legend and twilight cause like, they're already cursed/have a magic thing going on (legend has the soul bond and twi the dark curse) so the wizzrobe would have something to grab onto to base it's curse of

But the idea that the wizzrobe would base the curse on details of each link is pretty interesting ngl

Sky can be either a curse where everyone suffers from stamina issues or that everyone is aware of where everything is making it a sensory nightmare cause of his tracking homing abilities, lol

Four can be very fun, the wizzrobe curse can be either everyone splits into 4 making it the worst thing ever lmao or everyone is now minish sized, like imagine them trying to deal with the black blooded monsters as tiny lil things lol

Time can be the aging-deaging one but like by 7 years lol either some of them get older by 7 years or get younger by 7 years, for the younger ones getting 7 years younger would suck tbh like wind would be 6 lmao the masks ones are also good I feel, maybe wizzrobe casts the spell and the only one standing is Time surrounded by 8 masks of each of his bros 🙃

Hyrule's i'd love it if if where the fairy one, everyone is a fairy!!!! They can't wield a sword or use their items so it would suck ass lol

Wind would be funny if like, the wind waker abilities get spread around, like one of them moves their arms a lil and a cyclone happens lmao they move their arms up and down and now suddenly they're all being blown over by a strong gale, they do some hand motions and oh I can control one of you now, they move during battle making motions with their arms and now it's night time lmao

Warriors' can be constant era hopping cause of how there are so many portals between eras in his game, if the normal portals were annoying, then now every couple of minutes, a portal opens up, and they're in another time lol

Wild's giving them amnesia is so funny and idk why, I like this, everyone just standing there looking at each other like "who the fuck are you.....and who the fuck am I???"

And well, twilight's is the everyone is their dark world animal one and I love that one a lot too hehe

In a way, legend's pain sharing curse is one of the least awful ones lol

[crowntism]

Bishops x Creature Reader? And what I mean is that they would be bouncing off walls one moment and then staring your soul for no reason the next. Not full blown chaos, but enough to make them unpredictable.

I think platonic would make sense, but seeing it romantically would be pretty funny.

You didn't specify if the reader was ACTUALLY a creature or just a normal guy who displays creature like behavior so I'm going to do what I want which is to be a fucked up monster.

Also I'll be doing follower forms only for this one, because I feel it'd work better for what I'm going for :)

CW minor character death for this one btw!

There were always rumors and whispers about things that lurked in the forest beyond the camp, monsters and creatures and all sorts of beasts that would devour you whole. The bishops knew well of what lurked in their own forests, but the forest outside the Lambs domain was different. When expressed concerns the Lamb would simply laugh it off and explain the woods were fine, nothing had happened to them while in it... but the Lamb was a god now, and the Bishops mere mortals.

Leshy

Leshy first encounters you when he wanders off from camp and gets hopelessly lost. The scent and sounds of the camp fading as he tries desperately to feel around the forest for something to help guide him.

You don't really introduce yourself, instead mimicking the calls and noises you'd heard from followers previously to lead him back to camp and out of the woods. Though you do begin to get extremely annoyed when he keeps finding himself back in the same damn spot pretty much weekly.

It's at that point you give up on trying to hide yourself and decide if the Lamb comes to kill you for "intruding" on their territory oh fucking well its not your fault they let a blind guy wander back into the woods repeatedly.

Leshy isn't scared of you, per say, he can't exactly see you and just assumes you're a cult member he hasn't met or smelled in the camp and that you prefer to work out in the woods.

You tell him to stay in camp but literally the next fucking day he's back out in the god damn forest lost again.

This continues on for months until he finally pieces everything together in his worm brain that 1. you are NOT a cult member and 2. you are most definitely Not Normal in the slightest.

He asks you point blank if you're a monster and you have to calm yourself and remind yourself that he's blind and therefor had no fucking idea that you were quadruped and eldritch in nature.

Despite learning what you were, he still didn't learn his lesson. At this point you were pretty sure he was visiting you on purpose.

A few more months later and you're both finally... comfortable around each other. You allow him to feel your face, ignoring the unpleasant feeling of claws poking at your fanged mouths and many eyes, and he tells you a little about his own past.

It was when you two were almost caught that he discovered your true trickster nature, listening to you mimic his fellow cult member's voices to lead someone astray and further away from where the two of you were.

When he asks about it you simply tell him you were a rambunctious creature in the past, you caused chaos and discord wherever possible, but with the Lamb encroaching on your territory you had calmed that down to avoid being felled by their blade.

Leshy has the greatest prank ideas now, and you don't have a choice in the matter.

Whenever the Lamb is out on crusades, Leshy will lure a few cult members out into the forest to "gather materials", in which case its now your job to scare the shit out of them.

Your friendship is very unfortunate for literally everybody else in the cult, but Leshy is absolutely LOVING the chaos the two of you cause. You're extremely lucky the Lamb already knows and is allowing this.

Heket

Heket enjoys walks around the camp and the forest surrounding it, so its not unusual for her to disregard the rumors and go into the woods anyways.

She does notice that there's something always following her when she goes too far in, but writes it off as a curious squirrel or something.

It's on a rainy day where she actually sees whats been following her. Shaded by the trees and barely visible in the downpour, something watches with far too many glowing eyes. Mouths with sharp teeth litter the massive body as it smiles down at her, chittering and singing in tongues she barely remembers. As she makes eye contact with it, it darts off, leaving the forest quieter than when she arrived.

This only deters her for a day before she's back in the forest. However she's now acutely aware of whatever is following her, noticing a glowing eye through the trees or the soft singing of too many voices.

Heket isn't at all frightened. She knows the beast isn't hungry (she's seen hunger, inflicted it and experienced it intimately, so she knows a hungry monster when she sees it). So she tolerates it.

It isn't until one unfortunate day, so used to the experience of being watched and followed, that she meets the creature in full. A spy had tracked her into the forest and followed her, intent on robbing or perhaps murdering her.

The spy gets so far as knocking her to the ground and raising a shoddy rusted knife before they're choking on their own blood as an antler is pierced through their body.

Heket isn't... too bothered by the scene, she's seen and done worse things as a bishop, but she is a little bothered by how the beast looks at her and smiles before trotting away, singing a cheery tune and ignoring the deep red trail that follows it.

She does end up avoiding the forest for a little longer this time, not because it was traumatizing, but because she wasn't entirely sure if the taste of blood would've sent the beast searching for more.

Just in case, this time she brings some food along with her. It's a simple stew, she didn't want to waste too many cult resources on a random beast within the woods, but she hopes regardless the beast will accept it and not go hunting for follower meat.

It doesn't take long for her to meet the beast again, lured in by it's singing.

Heket is only mildly surprised that when she offers it the stew, it lifts up its massive head to laugh at her.

She is, however, extremely surprised when it talks to her.

You explain to her that you cannot eat what she's brought to you, that despite your appearance you actually feed off the sunlight. You smile with mirth at her as you ask if this was a way to bribe you not to kill her after what you did with the last guy.

You break out into rancorous laughter as she shrugs at you, beating your hooves on the ground.

She spends more time with you after that, you telling her about the forest that goes on, about the happenings of the cult before she joined.

She doesn't talk much-can't talk much, but that doesn't matter to you. You talk enough for the both of you, one mouth chattering up a storm while another coos or sings quietly.

The toad eventually gets used to your habits, the way you stop talking and shoot up, many eyes gazing through the trees far past what her own eyes can perceive. The way you trail off during a story before another mouth takes over talking. The way you don't even seem to see her, but look through her.

She wouldn't ever tell you, but she's a little envious of the fact you can simply absorb sunlight to eat. Just like how you'd never tell her that you were sharing your substance and energy with her so she wouldn't need to eat as much.

Kallamar

Kallamar had always avoided the forest to begin with, so when he was forced asked to go into the woods to pickup a few herbs for the medical tent he did so with great reluctance.

It was honestly hilarious to see him jump at every little noise and flinch at the small wild life that would scurry by, it was also extremely pitiful, which is probably why you approached him with so much caution.

Unfortunately, you were massive, so no amount of slow movement and quiet voices would've prevented the hellish screech to erupt from the squid and the frantic fleeing.

No new friend for you :(

Kallamar on the other hand REFUSED to go back into the damn woods, Lamb be damned he was not about to confront whatever the fuck lived in there.

But in the end the Lamb always wins and he's sent back into the woods for more medicinal supplies. This time the Lamb was gracious and allowed him to take a small dagger with him. It probably wouldn't do anything against the behemoth he had seen before, but it made Kallamar feel better regardless.

Thankfully for the pathetic ex-bishop, there was no massive terrifying monster the second time. There were a lot more of the herbs he was looking for, though.

Suspiciously enough it had looked like the herbs had been plucked by their roots and planted closer to the trails the followers tended to travel. He chose to ignore it and just be thankful that he didn't have to go too deep into the woods.

Honestly you'd probably only be friends in a long distance sort of way for a LONG time. He is fully aware of his limits as a mortal now and is still EXTREMELY afraid of dying, so talking to monsters in the woods is his lowest priority.

He'll warm up to you. Eventually.

Shamura

Shamura is ALWAYS seeking knowledge, even after the head injury and the memory issues they are constantly on the hunt to learn and know more.

So when they heard rumors of there being something ancient and unholy in the woods? Well they were wandering off first chance they got.

Perhaps it wasn't the best idea for them to wander off deep into the woods. While their episodes were getting less frequent and their memory getting slightly better, they were still at risk of getting horribly lost.

Unfortunately for them, their thirst for knowledge (and sometimes war) occasionally led to some... bad decisions on their part.

Luckily for Shamura, they find exactly what they're looking for.

In this friendship it's actually YOU, the monster, that is slightly unsettled. Shamura's lust for knowledge often leads to you being overwhelmed with the questions they ask.

Most of their questions revolve around your anatomy and biology. Which eyes do you mainly see out of, can you pick and choose which ones to use, do all of your mouths lead to the stomach or are some purely for attacking, how fast does your body heal, etc.

You don't even know how to answer some of these questions but that doesn't stop the spider from thinking of even more wild inquiries.

Shamura also accompanies you on your daily activities, just to observe what you do and how you do it. It's not everyday they meet a monster and they NEED to know everything about it.

Eventually you get used to being watched so often. Kind of. Not really. At least they're good company.

[mordeiswrld]

hello! sorry to bother but could you maybe do crimson knolastname (helluva boss) x reader hcs?

OFC!

Requested?: Yes

Fic Type: HCs

Time Started: April 21, 8:56 PM

Character: Vrimson Knowlastname x GN!Reader

Admin: L

Crimson looks like the type that’ll either try to hide or try to let you help with his mafia work, depends on your personality like if you’re shy and quiet he won’t tell you anything and keep his personal life and business life seperate but lets say you’re hot-headed and don’t mind getting your hands dirty (i mean you’re in hell, not much stopping you) then he’ll maybe start to try and get you to do things for him (if you want to of course. He may be a hardass mafia boss but he knows when and when to push things, well he does now at least)

Will bring you to expensive restaurants and get VIP sections since he’s trying all over again (RIP Mrs.Knowlastname) he’s taking his time with you while also trying to get a feel of how to have a healthy relationship

Meeting Moxxie is most likely gonna be a no-go since he has a one-sides rivalry with him

He’s only soft with you. Since he has a hard time being nice and gentle it’s gonna take him a while to get to this stage but once you break down the walls he put up best believe he’ll try his very best to treat you right even if it’ll take some practice

Touch starved like a mf. He’s never been used to physical affection so that’s also something he’ll have to get used to. Just slowly try to ease him into it and he’ll slowly start to appreciate it. But do it in private since he has a reputation to uphold.

Kisses with Crimson vary. It coukd go from an innocent peck to a full blown makeout in like 2 secs depending on how long you two have been together. He knows when and where things should be getting steamy and when to keep it low profile

Hugs are something he cherishes from you since he’s always busy and his family has been shredded to bits so he’ll make the most of it with you

Cuddles after work? Immaculate. He’s old and there isn’t much he can or wants to do in the house so cuddles are the next best thing but like everything else you have to ease him into it

This man is almost like the embodiment of toxic (Chaz Thurman ties with him on somethings) but he’s in it for the long run all you gotta do is hang in there

He doesn’t get jealous as much as you’d think he would. Like yes he’s self-confidence in relationships has depleted since his old one ended miserably but it’s not so low that he gets jealous over every male that looks your way. But if he does get jealous he’ll just send one of his henchmen to handle his dirty work for him

Dates arent that frequent since he's almost always busy but when they happen they are always well put together and well thought out

Big spoons all the way, but on occasion he’ll let you hold him but only when he’s too tired to move from whatever position he’s in

Def the type that back hugs you and sometimes even picks you up from behind just to scare you. He won’t scare you too bad but there will be times where he just wants to fuck with you

Loves giving forehead, hand, wrist, up the arm, thigh, etc kisses since hes’s ✨ Romantical ✨ like that

He smiles a lot more around you. A genuine smile not the kind he gave Millie when they met

Stares. A lot. He can’t even figure out why you’d wanna be with him, whether or not you know about his past or not he just can’t piece together how he managed to date someone like you

Always attends to your needs. He may act as if he’s annoyed by it and will call you “needy” he’ll either have his guards do it or he’ll do it himself. He’ll complain but he won’t ever leave you unsatisfied

Spoils you. Want that laptop? Already shipped to the house. Want a new car? Already in the garage. Want some kind of drug? Got the best of the best just for his partner.

Nicknames really depend. He may base it off how you act or how you look. But Sugar, sweetcheeks, sweetheart, love, darling, and hot stuff will be his go to’s

A/N: sorry its so short and terribly written...had a hard time thinking of things and honestly i have brain fog so i can’t really think fr and also SEVERELY unmotivatet but Ill redo it and or add some things in the future but enjoy!

Finished: April 26, 9:42 AM

[thecrustiestpurp]

Genius writing of Pavitr Prabhakar

They made an ass of a spiderman in theory yet he's my favourite out of all of them and naturally I'm thinking why.

Ignoring the aesthetic aspects like his sick design and his distinctive web slinging style. I think it's most interesting how they do this through the writing, the way they tackle his fatal flaw, his fat ego and blind optimism by creating a really sharp interval logic and communicating this within the space of 15 minutes.

We understand that his big ego is all earnest and out of naivite rather than him putting down others. He just so happens to be the best and perfect, and therefore everything is great for him. He was given a blessing at a very young age to be a spider and he happens to be good at it of course he's going to be prideful how can it not be. And why would he not gloat, he's a perfect guy perfect grades perfect hair and he knows that makes him special. Especially considering the rest of the Spider-Verse, having a perfect one like Pavitr is unexpected so we're at least intrigued by him.

But why do we like him despite characters with perfect lives and a big ego typically being frustrated. Using his humour the writers made his introduction it as playful as possible so we laugh at how him you know. One of the first things he says is "being Spiderman is so easy" and knowing he's been at it for 6 months it's super funny. He's also relatable, the successes he points out, skipping working out because he has a perfect body, having a girlfriend her parents don't know about, doing well in school are all things that are relatable to us especially if you're Indian, it feels like a real student who's living their best like. Also playfulness is maintained when they go to unglitch spots thing the collider scene, he treating it with even less seriousness "just another easy day of being spiderman" he says and is subsequently blown up - it's funny. We also can't get annoyed during that scene really being invasive to Miles' attempts and channelling the electricity so he's not being frustrating to us or to Miles, just a little naive. We can get humour from it but we also understand this as a flaw too because of the dramatic irony, we're hinting that he's not supposed to think this way.

They also give him the nice internal logic making his mindset sympathetic by testing it within the movie. In the saving India scene, what's most notable is the line "I can do both" turning his idealism into tragedy when he's faced between saving his girlfriend and saving his girlfriends dad. The surrounding microelements and whatnot making the atmosphere feel dire which contributes to the tragedy. But it's that were seeing the life that he easily lives turning on its head. His mentality given definition as a this it will work out so long as I do it, a noble origin for his confidence. Though he knows he's special but he doesn't think he's any more valuable. "do both" showing no real bias towards to what directly affects him - he can empathise with his girlfriend and recognise loosing her and her dad would be devastating. He's not egotistical like thinking he's better than others, he's empathetic and values the people he saves as well as the people they value. The words "do both" colours his saving as this as being an overexertion, he's unaware of what he can't do solidifying his perspective of viewing this as easy coming from a place of naivite. Additionally he has to be the one to save people - "I can do both" - and this is why being Spider-Man is easy for him, it has to be. This all makes him more understandable and the fact this is clearly failing him and tragically makes him sympathetic. Moreover, we care about the love for his girlfriend and for his people because it was fun hearing him explain it earlier so its even more sympathetic that he's loosing what he loves. I think this also stops being a careful what you wish for where we could reproach him because of the scenery we understand him to have.

It seems more he does everything because he's so loving, and he just so happens to be blessed and stuff. Which is super enjoyable to watch! and this burst of characterisation happens in like 20 minutes so like wowowowoowwwowoowowowowow

Anyway, this isn't the greatest most insightful analysis but I just had to ramble about my favourite boy!!

[cauqhtz]

My opinion about Luffy and the world of one piece.

What does Luffy or One Piece in general mean to you?

I'll start! This is completely my opinion and my personal feelings!

I should start off my saying I am a hard person to please. I'm extremely "picky" with every aspect of my life. For example: I hate it when my food touches, even when I'm eating it. I eat it in order. there are exceptions though. I do like for my collard greens and rice to touch but only if I put them together. I still plate them separately.

It's ridiculous and sooo annoying but its a serious thing for me. It's like trying to swallow a pill. I physically cannot force myself to swallow anything that dont fit those standards.

It's like this for every aspect of my life. Books, movies, JOBS, tv shoes, etc..

the first time I tried watching one piece i turned it off maybe not even a minute after watching the first half of the first episode. I remember seeing nami at a party and her looking out to see the whirlpool and I got the wrong idea about what the anime was about so i swore off it.

Maybe a year later I saw a instagram post. It was basically saying how they didnt understand how they found a pirate story about some kid made of rubber kicking everyone's asses entertaining. I was in disbelief and kind of took it as a challenge. It sounded absolutely ridiculous to me at the time so I gave it another shot.

As soon as Luffy popped out of that barrel knocking one of those guys out saying he'd catch a cold for sleeping right there? I was laughing. ME? LAUGHING? To say I was sold would be an understatement.

Then theres the part where Luffy expresses his dream to be king. It wasnt because of some overused reason like very other anime like childhood trauma. It was because he wanted to. Thats it and thats all. I was blown away. My heart raced with excitement after that speech from luffy and I binged watched the episodes from then on.

I was obsessed. (Still obsessed) Back then I was still in highschool and I was binging the episodes from the moment I woke up, during all my classes and lunch, after school and falling asleep to it.

I think the only anime I binged like that would be HXH another anime I'm still obsessed with.

One of the funniest episodes of one piece for me is 497. I was rewatching the marine ford arc and I was in tears laughing at this episode.

But back to the question!

As a young woman of color? Luffy is a dream to me. Luffy is the perfect mixture of malcom x and MLK. He's what I think the world needs. He's one of a damn kind, there is NO character like him or story like one piece PERIOD and there's no amount of hate from naruto fans that'll make that less true.

The only character that is unafraid of crying, laughing, fucking up, tripping up in front of friends and enemies alike.

insanely selfish but he's strong. He can have his friends, hell he can make new friends and have them ALL by his side or far away from him. All alive and fucking thriving, why? because he fucking said so. He's strong in more ways than one. He has that luxury.

He's unafraid of asking for help. He has never once acted as though everyone else is beneath him and he can do everything by himself.

Gets pissed when he finds his vest with flowers sewed into it, wanting to be a manly man but unbothered at eating all the love themed food sanji makes specifically for nami and robin.

He has asked forced Pirate Hunter Zoro to join his crew? Nah thats just zoro his best friend and the guy who ate stomped out sand covered chocolate rice balls out of respect for the little girl he saved from Helmeppo.

Cat burglar nami? Nami the navigator. Her maps and weather skills are unreal!

Sniper king the liar? Yup but he's a damn good sharpshooter.

Black Leg/ Vinsmoke Sanji isnt he apart of a family of comicbook villians? Thats just Sanji! One of the best chefs in the world!

Tony Tony Chopper the raccoon dog that happens to be a doctor? Oh no thats chopper. Our crews miracle treasure. He's a talking reindeer monster.

The demon child is on your crew? Huh? Demon child? You can't mean robin! She's a good friend of mine and she's an archeologist! I'd have to kick your ass if you think otherwise! :D

Cyborg Franky? Oh yeah I couldnt take the sunny without him! They're a package deal!

The humming swordsman? Oh you mean brook! He's a talking, singing afro skeleton not to mention hilarious! The part about him being a sword-swinging musician was just a plus!

The first son of the sea jinbei...A fishman? Hell yeah! He's THE fishman! Jinbei is a good friend of mine and the 10th member I've been looking for!

Luffy's crew is a dumpster fire of diversity. That right there is rare within itself. I mean it's a Japanese show, yet most of the main characters aren't japanese! They originate from a little bit of everywhere across the globe!

They all look different and act different. They are all flawed and yet Luffy accepts them with open fucking arms with his TRADEMARKED grin nearly splitting his face in half!

Speaking of accepting them! Luffy is always overjoyed when reuniting with his crew. Jumping to give them hugs, screaming his hellos, jumping up and down, lunging forward to give them hugs, and waving with excitement at the sight of his friends.

I mean Luffy is unfucking matched. Even his voice is one of a kind and so fucking satisfying for his dialogue??

Two of my favorite quotes from Luffy are:

"I'm kicking your ass and wrecking your birdcage."

"Speak up for yourself, aren't you the leader of these guys? SAY SOMETHING ALREADY!"

Luffy's very name holds mind-melting weight.

I just recently found out that his brother ace was the one that came up with "Gum gum Rocket." Something I'm now pissed at OPLA for giving Garp the credit of.

Luffy as a captain doesnt do major plans or specific orders. He says something and his crew either follows along or finds their own objective for example the punk hazard arc when law asked luffy if he was going to leave his crew on the island to do what they said they wanted to do and leave with him to fight kaido.

Luffy refused saying if his crew was staying to get their own things done then so was he and that Law had to get used to it quick.

Luffy is freedom in physical form. There one second and gone the next. Something that gave Law heart palpitations.

ALSO SCREW YOU LAW FOR TELLING CHOPPER TO SHUT UP WHEN HE TOLD YOU BYE IN WANO!

Luffy has no rhyme or reason for doing things the way he does other than the fact that thats just who he is. Something that only Zoro and Robin TRULY understand. Chopper understood this recently, just before the time-skip.

For example when big mom assumed luffy was there in wano to pick a fight with kaido and luffy denied it sternly.

confusing everyone around him including nami and carrot.

He went onto say everyone not only responsible but associated would be getting their asses kicked.

And thats EXACTLY what happened.

Zoro wasnt even there for that and he was already cutting the majority of their members in half.

MIND YOU. LUFFY AND HIS CREW DIDNT PLAN ANYTHING. NOR WERE THEY AWARE OF THAT PLAN. ALL THEY HAD WERE DISGUISES AND THEIR WITTS.

You'd think that with every plan luffy screws up they'd be major consequences? NOPE bc he's stronger than that. Everyone else would have to adapt or get their asses kicked.

jinbei fought with luffy in the fishman island arc. not wanting luffy to make matters worse, instead wanting him to be seen as a hero to which luffy refused saying he's not a hero and that he had to get to his friends... until jinbei said and i quote. "Luffy, I'll let you have all the meat you want! Just do as I say!"

To which luffy agreed after a few more pleas.

friends and enemies are one in the same to him.

You want to hit him? Fine he doesnt care. but Lie to him? He's about to shove his foot up your ass.

You want to take credit for his wins unless your law or kid? Hell yeah! Couldn't have done it without you!

You want to defend him? Dont bother. This is his business. Stay the hell out of it.

You want to cry? Suck it up! Crying wont fix anything so get the fuck up and do something about it already!

You want to ask him for help? Sure! Anything! As long as you're the right person asking!

You want to call him a hero? Literally might knock your lights out.

You want to put him down in history and tell everyone what he and his crew did? Don't bother he's not interested.

I mean the list goes on and on. I can talk about luffy and one piece for HOURS and never get bored.

Luffy is a dream to me. I tear up thinking about him and wishing to be apart of that world for even a day.

Thats what Luffy means to me.

[neteyamyawne]

hey! i have a request for tsu’tey x na’vi reader, where he is hit with sex pollen on a hunt and realizes after. and the only thing he craves is reader, even though they are best friends. he caves after a couple hours of constant pain and they mate <3

A/n: this is my first ever fic and first ever NSFW fic so please go easy on my 🥹 thank you so much for requesting, i hope i did justice to your request ☺️🤍

Love fest..

Pairing: tsu'tey x fem!Navi!reader

Summary: request

MINOR DNI 🔞

Warning: angst, sex pollen, p in v, masterbating, fingering (f receiving), stupid from lust, confessions? Daddy kink! Pet names etc

Word count: 1.4k, not proof read

Note : "word" - dialogue, word - thoughts , yawne - love/beloved

Read below the cut...

Never has the smell of Pandora been so intoxicating to tsu'tey, as he stumbled towards his pa'li…

One misleading foot step, one uprooted root that's all it took as he fell into a strangely glowing bush,he got up annoyed at himself for not watching his steps, sticky yellow grain like spots stuck to his skin as he tried his best to pry them off, he swatted at his face , inhaling few of them as he walked forward, he felt his body warm up and a familiar kind of tightness growing in his loincloth, his head going numb every thought swirling in his mind, his own touch felt too hot, already heightened sense of smell and hearing were almost blaring, everything felt hot and cold at the same time, goosebumps running down his spine and body with the slightest of breeze, never had the smell of Pandora been so intoxicating to tsu'tey, as he stumbled towards his pa'li , getting on it was proving to be a different task, somehow saddling himself he let the creature make its way to the home tree

The communal area was bustling with life and laughter, as everyone talked about the spring to come, y/n sat with her group of friends happiness bubbling in her chest with seeing her clan in such joy, she drifted off in her thoughts about a certain warrior, he may be her best friend but that didn't stop her from looking at him in more than just a friendly way, she was brought out of it as one of the girls wolf whistled and her eyes trailed towards where her friends pointed stares lingered..

There.. staring right back at her, tsu'tey…. eyes solely fixated on her, pupils blown wide, swear beading on his forehead and chest, for all y/n cared she can jump on him and take him right then and there with no regret whatsoever as she stared for a few seconds before looking elsewhere as her brain no longer made sensible thoughts nor did it help as warmth pooled in her belly..

Even looking at her was becoming a torture, she's just my best friend, that's all- , but his mind reeled back to the explicit scenes of her in various positions made his already tight problem to worsen, he decided staying anywhere near her vicinity was unfavorable as he treaded towards his tent for more than one reason, one actually being to relieve himself from the tension.

A couple hours passed and however badly he tried to get himself off it just wasn't happening, he couldn't help himself but imagine you on his cock, bouncing up and down, taking him inn beautifully, his head rolled back as he tugged at his length to no avail, he decided it finally time to take matters in his own hands as he got up, cleaned himself and put on the best pieces of clothing he had as he made a beeline towards the only woman who buzzed around his mind

All my friends, except a few, were asked out by men for a dance while i sat back and watched them enjoy only if someone would walk up to me and ask me out for a dance, sighing i took another sip of the drink in my hand, the liquid leaving a warm hug down my throat as it settled in my stomach, i wasn't particularly enjoying myself here, but this was fun, right?

Too into her mind she didn't notice a figure walking up to her and her friends as he bent down speaking and successfully bringing y/n out of her day dreams only to be face to face with it

Tsu'tey stood in front of them as a smirk graced his sharp face, honey eyes light and pupils blown wide as he said "may i borrow y/n for a few minutes?" Her few friends that still sat with her were giggling as they eyed the warrior with intent not so innocent, y/n just ignored as she smiled back and stood up walking beside him as he took them to a secluded area in the forest

Forest sang with various howls and chirps coming now and then, tsu'tey stopped in the clearing taking the hands of the woman in front of him in his, love evident in his eyes with waves of lust still crashing inside him

" y- y/n, i don't know how or when this happened but something has changed, my love for you has changed" his words felt music to her ears but the last sentence made her come back to reality, " your love for me had changed? You don't love-" before she could even finish the sentence his lips crashed into hers as she stood their too stunned to react as he pulled back a few seconds later, her eyes were now just as blown away as his were, without saying another word she responded with her own kiss, her hands going up his neck, while his traveled down her waist and hips, his tongue swiping on her bottom lip for entrance as she was too happy to decline, his tongue darted in fighting hers for dominance but the fight didn't last long as he completely overpowered hers…

Sinking down on their knees without breaking the kiss, tsu'tey traveled his wet kisses from her mouth to cheek , to her neck and throat, a languid moan spilled out of her as he sucked at her pulse point on her neck, venturing downwards his trail of kisses stopped just above her chest , looking up at her through lidded eyes for permission , all she could do was nod hurriedly for him to continue his pace, with her permission giving he continued down, stopping to suck on the perked up nipple, trailing down his hands and untieing her loincloth with quick deft moves as he lazily stroked two fingers down the slit of her cunt, he grunts shifting down and spreading her wide as the pad of his thumb gently rubbed slow circles on her clit, kissing her lower abdomen, he, just as gently, slid one of his finger into her sopping hole, string of mewls and moans sang out of her vocal cords, her body reacting on its own to his actions, a few pumps inn and he swiftly add another digit making her groan from the delicious stretch as he scissors her through and through while still kissing her on the sweet spots and continued his assualt on her clit, another few thrust of his fingers and circles on her clit, she came in no time, as he helped her ride down her high, he undid his own loincloth and quickly lining up against her, with a quick look of aproval from her , he tugged at his length and pushed into her folds, moans and sighs filled the air between them , as he finally sunk down to the hilt with a sweet moan falling from her mouth as they both throw their head back in ecstasy, mind turned to mush, he slowly started moving setting a slow pace as he placed his head in her neck inhaling her sweet scent as he snapped his hips into her,the pace turning faster and faster as he held her to his chest, her nails digging into the skin of his back leaving bloody crecents behind, he groaned has he felt his cock twitch inside her and as her gummy walls clamped him down from inside, with the little sense left in him, he bent down towards her ear as he whispered "s'good for me, taking daddy in so well"

Shivers ran down her spine as she couldn't hold on any longer "I'm gonna come, daddy- please ahh" her mind fogging over as he fucked her dumb, his pace brutal as he rutted into her, kissing the skin beneath her ear he raspped out "come with yawne, come with daddy"

She screamed as she reached her edge, tumbling down as tsu'tey hissed and groaned as he came inside her, hanging his head in her neck with her legs wrapped around his waist, he didn't pull out, filling her up to the brim, as they both got down from their high, he kissed the side of her neck and face as he smiled down at her, " this was way better than i ever imagined" she gasped out, he chuckled darkly, pulling out of her as she whined at the loss of fullness, " well babygirl I'm not finished with you just yet.." giving her one of his signature smirk that he only reserved for her……..

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[gloomy-goober]

Roman is running late. Now he was nearly two hours past when he should have been in the imagination. Hopefully Remus would forgive him and they would have an awesome adventure despite his tardiness.

Roman was running late.

Not just late, super late. About two hours worth of late. And it was not entirely his fault. Thomas’ rehearsal for the school musical had run over, which was expected being that it was the first full run through of the show. But then it led to him getting caught up in a conversation with Logan about stage directions and singing techniques. That ate up about an hour, though an hour Roman felt was highly productive.

What was not productive was letting that conversation diverge into anything and everything when Patton joined in.

Now he was nearly two hours past when he should have been in the imagination. Mentally he was cursing himself and outwardly he was as well, though under his breath as he ran through the wooded area surrounding their recent sandbox.

He was going to have to let Remus have whatever terribly gruesome plotline he wanted just to make up for this. Even if it meant having his face eaten by zombies. He had planned a daring mission to find a cure to the pretend outbreak but that would need to be put on hold just to appease his probably annoyed twin.

The trees began to thin around him and Roman slowed his run to a speedy jog. The top of old, worn-out sky scrapers becoming visible through the tree line. A few rising way above the natural landscape. He just had to make it to the tallest right in the middle and then he could grovel his way to forgiveness.

As the prince moved through the city, he had to commend his brother on making the place a perfect set piece. It looked like this town had not seen human inhabitants in a long time. Some windows were smashed or blown out completely, cares abandoned on the road, and vines snaked up the concrete monoliths. Nature reclaiming what had been taken from her.

He made mental note of an abandoned motorcycle next to an old bank building. While not a practical vehicle, it would be a fun prop to use for a daring escape from a horde. Maybe even a last-minute deal where they are closing in but then the ride comes to life at the last possible moment, allowing him to sweep through for a daring save.

A smile stretched over his face as he turned the corner and followed the evenly planned streets towards his marked building. His mind turning over possible story ideas like pages in a book. Each one more exciting and adding a bounce to his step. Maybe his ideas would get him out of the dog house.

The smile stayed on his face as he turned the corner to the tallest skyscraper’s street. His feet picking up the pace as he mentally prepared himself for the ascent. He was halfway there when a sound stopped him in his tracks.

A laugh rang out around him, seeming to come from the sky. It bounced off the concrete buildings and amplified its eeriness. Though it sounded joyful, there was something about it that sent a shiver of dread down the prince’s spine.

Roman did not have a chance to contemplate it as a loud smack rang out and skilled the sound. Something had fallen fast onto the pavement in front of him.

Something large and dressed in green.

His ears rang as he stood there, a high-pitched sound that seemed to take over the silence that laugh had left. Roman’s world threatened to tilt as he took a shaking step closer to the slowly growing puddle of red. The shrill sound only getting louder the closer he got.

Roman could not understand what he was seeing. Objectively he saw the arms and the legs; he saw the bones jutting out and the skull cracked like an egg. The puddle of red only getting wider around this mangled thing.

This mangled thing that could not be his brother. No, his brother was up at the top waiting for him. Not laying here in a pool of his own splattered blood.

Not d-.

“Nice try, Remus, but a corpse thrown from a building is not going to fool me!” He yelled up at the sky.

Nothing answered him. The high-pitched ringing was still happening. It was becoming unbearable and making his stomach knot.

“Remus! You better answer me, Poop-for-Brains!” He turned away from the thing lying in the road, “Get down here!”

Silence. Some fog began to roll in as the sun started its journey downward.

Panic started to run through Roman. His face paling as he looked down and found a splatter for red on his usually white shirt.

“Remus!”

His vision tunneled as he turned back to the scene. The face on this thing was smashed into the asphalt, but he could make out through the red a familiar strand of grey hair.

The vomit came up violently. So violently that the prince had to double over and was almost sent to his knees from the force. Whether it was the shock or the connection he could not say, but he did not feel the pressure was released once it was done. The vile chunks mixed with the red puddle in a horrendously gross concoction that would have made Remus squeal with joy.

“Oh God, Remus,” his throat felt raw and he could barely make his voice go above a whisper.

With shaking legs, he took a step forward into the puddle of blood. The sticky splashes only making his stomach roll, but he swallowed down the bile. He kept his gaze locked onto the body.

The body of-.

Roman’s legs collapsed next to the thing and his pants were instantly soaked through. A trembling hand reached out and tentatively touched the shoulder. It was still warm.

“No. No no no no no.”

He surged forward and rolled the body onto its side. The view made him want to hurl once more.

Remus’ face was smashed in completely. A few teeth, or bits of teeth, fell down onto the asphalt below him. The eyes looked like they had exploded from the force of the landing, leaking a clear jelly that made Roman even more squeamish. The forehead was completely flat and shards poked out of it.

He pulled back before he could get a clearer vision of his brother’s mangled face.  The body fell back into the puddle of gore with a sick crunch.

Roman turned away and breathed a few times out of his nose. All he could smell was tangy stench iron. He closed his eyes tightly.

This has to be a nightmare.

He opened his eyes but still felt the sticky warmth of blood on his pants and still tasted the iron tang in the air.

He closed his eyes tightly a few more times. Each time he hoped that when he opened them the scene would go away. That he would wake up in his room to a brother laughing at him for letting his dreams be influenced.

It was on the tenth time that he let out a pained wail.

“Why isn’t this working!” He screamed and grabbed at his hair.

“Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!”

He tugged at the strands until tears leaked out of the corner of his eyes. A desperate rabidness taking over him as he tried to make sense of what was happening in his reality.

His brother couldn’t be. No. It was not possible.

“No!” He turned but his hands hovered over the corpse.

“You stop this right now! This isn’t funny anymore!”

His breathing was becoming ragged. He wanted to bite down on something, rip something to pieces. Hit. Scream.

But he was frozen over this mangled form of his twin.

With another scream he slammed his hands down onto the blood covered concrete. The rough surface scratching at his hands. He did it again, not caring about how it felt like it jarred his very bones.

“No! No! This isn’t right! You can’t just leave me!”  

He grabbed onto the corpse and rolled it over onto his kneeling lap. He shook the body roughly.

“Wake up this instant!”

The high-pitched noise had reached a crescendo, his vision tunneling as he collapsed over the body in his lap. An animalistic sound left the prince’s lip as tears began to fall. A mantra of ‘no’ falling into dead ears. He felt his body rocking back and forth as if trying to sooth his wounded heart.

A hand suddenly touching his shoulder broke him from his rhythm of pain. His head snapped up and was met with scared eyes covered in the darkest eyeshadow. The mouth of his person was moving but the buzz would not let him hear the words.

It seemed to be repeating something. When he did not respond, the figure moved. Then he felt a tug on his arms and the panic returned.

They were trying to take him away from Remus.

“Let go of me! Don’t you take him from me!”

Roman started to thrash, holding onto his brother tighter. A shrill scream leaving him when his fingers were pried off the blood-strained shirt. Another pair of hands seemed to join the first pair that were lifting him up. Remus slipped into the bloody puddle like a limp noodle.

“Let me go!” He screamed. He cried. He begged. But they did not relent until he was far away from his brother’s body.

One of the pair of arms let him go when he was clear of the bloody scene’s radius. His head moved so he was now looking into two mismatched colored eyes.

“Sush, everything will be okay,” a voice distantly said under the panicked buzzing in his ears.

The lie tasted like honey mixed with sugar. He all but collapsed into the shoulder of the person holding him. Arms wrapped tightly around him as he let everything out into the dark fabric. Reality settling in as the adrenaline-fueled panic left his body slowly with each heaping sob.

His brother was gone and he had failed to save him.  

“Let’s get you home, little prince,” the voice said.

“But-.”

“We will take care of this.”

Roman could not fight the force that pulled him away from the scene. Suddenly he felt exhausted; numb. The events he had just witnessed seeming like something come from another dimension. He let himself be led away and through a doorway. Only becoming aware of himself when he was standing in his own bathroom with a towel in his arms.

One glance at his reflection and he was crying again.

His normally pristine outfit was covered in blood, but that was something that happened fairly frequently living with a brother like Remus. No, what made him cry was his own face. Splattered and disheveled, he felt sick seeing his twin stare back at him through the glass.

“Why? Why did you do it?” He asked the reflection but it only silently cried back.

“Why!?” He shouted and threw the towel at the mirror before falling to a knees and sobbing.

The door opened and he felt two arms wrap around him. The smell of sugar cookies and vanilla hitting him full force as he was pushed into a world of baby blue.

“Oh Honey,” his hair was gently carded through, “I just heard. It’s okay. It’s going to be okay.”

The voice sounded choked, as if they had been crying too.

“P-Pat?” Roman hated how much his own voice was shaking.

“Yes, kiddo, I’m here. Let it out.”

Roman shook his head and hid his face more in the familiar comfort of the side’s chest, tears falling freely. His throat felt sour from all the shouting.

“I don’t understand,” he mumbled into the fabric.

“I don’t either, Ro,” Patton started to card his fingers through his hair, “But we will figure this out.”

“I was right there and he…I couldn’t save him. I should have been there to save him, if I wasn’t so late.”

“Oh Roman, this isn’t your fault.”

Roman let his head be moved so he could look into the teary blue eyes of Patton. The moral side pressed a kiss to his forehead before pulling him back into the tight hug.

“Don’t you ever think this is your fault.”

Roman sniffled but said nothing. The numbness was coming back, fighting the guilt that was swirling in his chest like a tornado. He let Patton hold him close for a few more minutes before slowly pushing himself away.

“I…I think I’m going to take a shower now.”

Patton looked surprised but nodded.

“Okay, Kiddo. Just let me know if you need anything.”

“I-I will.”

Patton gave a weak smile and helped Roman back to his feet. The side giving a short, tight hug before leaving the bathroom slowly. Once the door was clicked closed, Roman waved his hand and made the bathroom mirror disappear.

He had not planned on taking a long shower, but the numbness seemed to possess him. The hot water, though scalding, bounced off his body like cold drops of rain. He let the white noise of the water take over as his eyes watched distractedly as pink water ran down the drain.

The blood of his brother.

If he had any tears left, they would be mixing with the shower water, but all he could manage was a small hiccup. It was only when the scalding heat began to feel like ice that he moved to wash with soap. Stepping out onto the tiled floor only brought back the reality.

Another wave of grief threatened to overtake him, but he swallowed it down like an uncomfortable pill.

With a wave of his hand, he was dressed in his pajamas. He just wanted to hide under the covers for the rest of his life. Rot away like the sandwich his brother kept in a jar next to his bed.

As he stepped out of the bathroom, he was met with an unwelcome sight. Logic was sitting at Roman’s desk with a small notebook, scribbling away some kind of notes.

“Logan, what are you doing in my room?”

“Ah, Roman, you are out of the shower.”

Roman grunted in response. It was not the most eloquent but the grief wave he was trying to suppress was fighting tooth and nail in his chest to come out. He really did not need a lecture from the side at the moment.

He moved across the room and pretended to search through his dresser drawers for something.

“I heard about your predicament,” Logan continued, “And I had some information I wanted to share after I investigated myself.”

Predicament. What an understated way of putting it.

“What information?” Roman muttered. Why do I have so many white shirts?

Logan seemed undeterred by Roman’s lack luster response.

“Remus is not dead.”

“What?!” Roman turned around fast at that, a hopeful bubble blooming in his chest.

“Well, I should correct myself. He is dead at this moment.”

And that bubble burst and sent eaves of angry lava through him.

“What the fuck, Logan!?!”

Logan put up his hands, “Apologies, I should have stated it clearer. Remus is dead.”

“Yeah, I know that, Poindexter!”

“If you would let me finish-.”

“No! You are just making things worse!” Roman threw up his hands, “I already failed in saving my brother now you are playing with my emotions!”

“But I am trying to tell you that he isn’t-.”

“Go away, Logic. I just lost my brother; I don’t need you playing with my feelings for some sick experiment.”

Roman turned his back once more on the side and glared at the wall. He wanted to punch it but was holding himself back until he heard his bedroom door click. He counted under his breath until he was sure that the logical side was far enough away before he let out a scream and let his fist fly.

The pain raced up his arm but he barely felt it. The anger that was coursing through him turning into another sob. Roman turned and threw himself onto his bed, burying himself under the soft blankets. Tears ran freely once more as he let out another hiccup.

His eyes stung from crying. His hands hurt from punching asphalt and drywall. And his heart hurt from the pain of having someone he cared about ripped away so violently.

Even though Patton told him not to blame himself, Roman could not help but wonder what if. What if he was not running late. What if he got to the skyscraper just a minute sooner. What if he could have saved him.

*

Roman refused to move from his bed all morning. Patton had brought him hot chocolate sometime around eight, but it had sat untouched on the bedside table. The prince had just stared at it blankly as time passed by.

Between silent tears and half-awake doses, he was pretty sure no one else had come into his room all day. It was one of his dosing moments that he heard the squeak of his door’s hinges. He closed his eyes and curled up into a tight ball under the covers; waiting for Patton to speak some over sweet words to him.

Instead, he felt the end of his bed dip. And then a long, loud slurp.

“You know, this stuff is even better when it has been sitting out all day.”

Roman had never sat up so fast in his life.

That voice. It couldn’t be.

“Remus!?!”

At the end of his bed, holding Roman’s mug of cold hot chocolate, was Remus. The side had bandages wrapped around his head and a cast on his right arm, but was otherwise alive. Completely and totally alive.

Roman scrambled to untangle himself from his blankets and all but threw himself at his twin. His arms wrapped tightly around the stinky duke’s middle. Chocolate spilled over the side of the mug and landed on his sheets, but Roman did not care.

Remus was alive. His heart was beating, he was warm, and he was alive.

Remus gave a hiss of pain but did his best to pat Roman with the hand still holding the mug. It just got chocolate in Roman’s hair.

“You’re alive!” Roman felt tears start to fall again, “How?”

“Turns out sides can’t die,” Remus shrugged.

“Turns out?”

“Yeah, didn’t know that before.”

Roman shivered and looked up at his brother from his crunched position.

“Turns out. So you just…without knowing!?!” Roman sat up fast and the mug went flying; it landed on the floor with a crash.

Remus stared at the mug with a pensive expression on his face before looking at this brother. Normally Roman could read Remus like a book, the side never hiding his emotions or thoughts, but right now Remus was unusually closed off.

“How stupid can you be? What if you didn’t come back!”

Roman grabbed his brother’s shoulders.

“Would that be a bad thing?” Remus asked.

His voice was so small and quiet and yet it seemed like a mouse had roared to Roman.

“Of course it would be a bad thing!” Roman all but yelled.

“But I’m icky.”

“Yeah, you are. But you are also my brother!”

Tears appeared in the corner of the duke’s eyes but he wiped them away quickly. Roman wrapped him in a tight hug and flopped them both over so they were laying across the bed. They laid like that, neither acknowledging the silent tears running down both their faces.

Roman is the one that broke the silence.

“Please don’t do that again, Remus. You really scared me…and not in a good way.”

Remus sniffled.

“I’m sorry.”

Roman shook his head, “Just promise me, please.”

Remus took in a long breath before nodding his head, “I promise.”

Relief washed over Roman and he gave one final squeeze before letting go. He rolled onto his back and stared up at his ceiling.

“Thank you.”

“Anything for you, Ro. Anything for you.”

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For the ask game: 10 and 17, Jonathan Harker!

Yay! Always happy to get an ask about one of my favorite characters in fiction :))))))))))

10. Best moment on screen (or in the book):

This is super hard, since he has SO many good moments!! I am going to keep this spoiler-free, since I'm not sure if you've read Dracula all the way through or not and I don't want to spoil anything (if you have read the book, I do talk about a few of my favorite moments with Jonathan that take place later in the book in this ask!).

I would have to say him attempting to save the child he hears the three sisters feeding on in Dracula’s room. I think it's truly a defining moment for him. We've just seen Jonathan (understandably) scream in fear for his life after seeing the three women again and only feeling safe in his room. He knows as long as he stays in there, he will remain safe. But as soon as he hears a child in danger, he's willing to risk facing those women again *and* Dracula to save a child he doesn't know and doesn't even know if he can save. I don't think he even considers any of that in the moment — he's just ready to do it. That's what makes him a hero in my eyes. Being willing to do what's right, no matter the cost. Of course, Dracula prevents him to do so by locking the door and...he cries. It's such a human moment from him and I appreciate that we get this moment of raw honesty. It's the first time we see him do so in his time at castle Dracula.

I think Shovel Day is very important too, don’t get me wrong. I just think that this moment is what truly defines him — in my eyes — as a hero and is his best moment on screen followed by him hitting Dracula with a shovel!

17. Quotes, songs, poems, etc. that I associate with them:

Going off of this moment, I have two quotes that I think go great with it:

"There are stories about every hero. How they became great. Most have one thing in common. Their bodies moved before they had a chance to think. Almost on their own." -- All Might, My Hero Academia (dubbed version of S1 Ep.2)

"Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive." -- Charlotte Brontë

Now for my favorite quotes from Jonathan Harker (again, spoiler-free!):

“(Mem., get recipe for Mina.)”

“‘Do you know what day it is?’ I answered that it was the fourth of May.”

“Solicitor's clerk! Mina would not like that. Solicitor—for just before leaving London I got word that my examination was successful; and I am now a full-blown solicitor!”

“If there were any one to talk to I could bear it, but there is no one. I have only the Count to speak with, and he!—I fear I am myself the only living soul within the place.”

(about Dracula yeeting his mirror) “It is very annoying, for I do not see how I am to shave”

“(Mem., this diary seems horribly like the beginning of the "Arabian Nights," for everything has to break off at cockcrow—or like the ghost of Hamlet's father.)”

“Once more have I seen the Count go out in his lizard fashion.”

“I am surely in the toils.”

“Despair has its own calms.”

“This morning, as I was sitting on the edge of my bed cudgelling my brains…”

“It makes me rage to think that this can go on, and whilst I am shut up here, a veritable prisoner, but without that protection of the law which is even a criminal's right and consolation.”

“Let me not think of it. Action!”

“Yes, there is a way, if one dares to take it. Where his body has gone why may not another body go? I have seen him myself crawl from his window. Why should not I imitate him, and go in by his window?”

“As he went down the wall, lizard fashion, I wished I had a gun or some lethal weapon, that I might destroy him; but I fear that no weapon wrought alone by man's hand would have any effect on him.”

“Good-bye, all! Mina!”

As for songs, I made two playlists about Jonathan Harker, one about his time trapped in the castle and one about his relationship with Mina (here's the post with the playlists included, for your reference!). I'll highlight one song from each that are my personal favorites.

Striking and ominous with an epic feel, Run Boy Run by Woodkid definitely embodies what we're all shouting to Jonathan while he's going to the castle. However, I can definitely picture this song taking place as he's climbing down the castle walls (lizard fashion, of course) and attempting to escape. I imagine the musical interludes are flashbacks during his time at the castle and the various horrors he experiences. What happens at the end with the hopeful swell of the song is up to you...

Lyrics to highlight:

Run boy run!/ This world is not made for you Run boy run!/ They're trying to catch you Run boy run!/ Running is a victory

Tomorrow is another day/ And when the night fades away/ You'll be a man,/ boy! But for now it's time to run,/ it's time to run!

An 80s rock ballad, You're the Inspiration by Chicago is swoony and romantic with an electric edge. This is one of my favorite love songs and it definitely embodies how Jonathan feels for Mina! If Dracula was set in a modern time period, I could definitely see Jonathan serenading Mina with this song during karaoke night (bonus points if he can’t sing, but it’s the sweetest music to her, lol).

Lyrics to highlight:

You should know,/ everywhere I go/

Always on my mind,/ in my heart

In my soul,/ baby

You're the meaning in my life/

You're the inspiration/

You bring feeling to my life/

You're the inspiration

And I know,/ yes I know that it's plain to see/

So in love when we're together/

Now I know that I need you here with me/

From tonight until the end of time

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[aquaquadrant]

So while I loved the new chapter, and the fight scene, and DL players rescue, and dealing with Bravo and everything was so cool and awesome and I loved it, I am just a little bit confused, I’ve got a question.

Why did all the hels players and Bravo respawn back in hels? They went through the portal, they joined the double life world right? They even got an “XYZ has joined the game” message. They joined double life, shouldn’t their spawn have been immediately reset to the DL world spawn? Bravo was even killed after the portal was destroyed. Why did they go back to hels? (Also, would that mean all the hels players were randomly assigned new soulmates as soon as they set foot on DL?)

(To be clear, I completely understand the plot reasons for this, I’m just endlessly curious and my brain picks at stuff like this, so sorry if it’s annoying)

the hels players came into the double life world through a hacked nether portal, rather than the normal method of inter-world travel, which is a communicator portal. so it’s like they snuck in through a back door. this method didn’t set their spawn to the double life world spawn the same way going thru a nether portal won’t reset your spawn from the overworld spawn (unless u have an anchor ofc) if that makes sense?

also saw some folks wondering why they didn’t bring a respawn anchor or a bed and set their spawns once they came through the portal. the answer to that is simple: respawn anchors don’t work in the overworld, they blow you up. the hels players don’t know this so they would’ve joined the world, placed an anchor, and immediately blown themselves up. which, admittedly, would’ve made for a funny scenario but it would kinda ruin the tension.

technically they could’ve used a bed since alisker was funding them, but the double lifers would’ve easily just broken it. that would’ve made the hels players respawn back at the hels world spawn, rather than back in the hels tek portal lab where they could quickly and easily rejoin the fight. in terms of story pacing, it just wasn’t worth the extra time to get into all that.

as for the soulmates question, no, that was a one-time deal when the world was first created with its original players. grian would have to manually turn that on again.

the cracked nether portal thing applies here as well. bravo and tango’s spawns were reset when they went thru those original portals bc they were legit inter-world portals, although created by the universe rather than a communicator. a nether portal, even a wonky one, doesn’t do that.

so when bravo first came to hels, his spawn was reset to hels’s world spawn (hence why he respawned there after being killed). coming to the double life world thru their hacked nether portal didn’t reset his spawn to the world spawn. even if he’d set his spawn, he would’ve reverted back to the hels world spawn as soon as the bed was broken. like dying in the nether and respawning at the overworld world spawn bc your anchor ran out of charge.

and when tango first came to hermitcraft, his spawn was reset to that world’s spawn, too. he prob did set his spawn as fast as humanly possible though, bc he certainly wasn’t aware of those rules. from then on, every time the hermits moved to a new world, tango joined using inter-world portals from the communicator xisuma made for him, thus setting his default spawn to the world spawn. he wouldn’t spawn back in hels unless he was taken there and forced to set his spawn (tho breaking the anchor would once again default him back to the last normal world he joined), or if he joined hels via a portal from his communicator, which is impossible for the same reasons hels players can’t make portals out of hels using their communicators.

…. if that all makes sense??

[lilith-little-world]

The Oracle|| The Isekai’d Oracle|| Concept Oneshot 6

Sorry for posting much lately. This week has been extra busy for me and had drained my creative writing energy. It wasn't until a few hours ago, I finally came up with something. A big storm came again and I got inspired. So here is some angst. Also, it's unedited let's hope things are written correctly. Remember you can request or ask questions.

A storm rages outside, trying to tear apart the world. The temple stays resilient, seeing storms way worse through its time. A celestial being watches the rain fall from the sky. The piercing thunder tore through the air shaking the world. 

Wukong wasn't one to reminisce, choosing to forget about it. Especially now knowing how he made so many mistakes. Too late to regret or apologize, the only option is to sadly continue on. Yet here he was, thinking about someone he tried to forget. Deep down, this was only one of many choices he regrets.

Wukong couldn't wrap his head around how you would sacrifice everything. The only thing tying you to this world and abandoning it. All for what? Why sacrifice everything for him? 

He doesn't have a clue, even after all this time. You said it will make sense in the future. Even when he matured and saw how his past actions weren't the best. Wukong still couldn't understand your reasoning.

“Ah, why am I remembering her now? It doesn’t matter, that spirit is long gone.” He said, trying to calm his loud mind. 

A faint memory of you worms its way into his mind. How you would try to secretly visit him when he got trapped under that mountain. During that time, he chalked it to guilt. Yet even in the strongest of storms, you ventured out to visit him. 

Is that the reason why he's out on the porch and waiting? That, maybe, you'll show up and keep him company like the old times. 

His chest feels tight, throat burning. The thought set free an emotion he tried to kill and bury. 

It was useless to cry now. 

Too late for tears.

“Why are you here?”

“Is it a crime to just want to keep someone company?” 

“Maybe if you have caused someone’s current imprisonment.” 

“Call me a weak coward all you want, but I'm not strong or brave like you. I can't face the whole celestial army. When the Jade Emperor asks you a question, you answer truthfully.” You huff. Looking away annoyed, regardless that guilty expression took over. 

The atmosphere was tense. 

“So you can meet the Jade Emperor? Then will you pass on some words for me?”

“I swear, you want me to get exiled.” The spirit sat beside Wukong, getting comfortable.

“Oh please, you're a spirit. Not like being exiled will do anything.”

“No, but it takes a lot to tie me to this world, and I'll be in big trouble if I am cut off from it.”

“I see a win-win situation here.”

“You're such a rude little monkey.”

The spirit crosses her arms, slightly offended by his words. Wukong couldn't help but smile at her reaction. 

‘Perhaps having her company wouldn't be so terrible.’

The thunder roared, mercifully tearing Wukong away from that memory. 

A memory that is best forgotten with the rest.

He was about to head back into the temple. Ready to end this tiring day. When a blast of energy blasted through. 

A familiar blast of pure warm energy.

Wukong faces where the blast originated. A busy city, he doesn't travel to. 

Megapolis.

A part of him wanted to believe that he imagined it. However, the blast had blown away the storm clouds. Leaving a ring of clouds exposing the blue sky. 

Wukong wanted to check to see if you were actually there. However, he didn't move.

How can he face you after everything? 

Could it be possible for you to even accept an apology? Do you even want to see him?

No, it's better if he stayed out of it. Wukong won't be able to live with himself if his actions hurt you again.

“It's for the best.” He said while walking back into the temple. Wanting nothing but to forget the past.

[grifff17]

Audiodrama Sunday 6/2/2024

Happy Pride Month! Audiodramas are overwhelmingly queer anyways, almost everything I listened to this week, by total coincidence, had queer characters in it. Unrelated, I've decided to start doing new show alerts, and putting them at the top of these posts, to try to spread the word about new shows I check out.

NEW SHOW ALERT Hamuel Burger and the American Dream was created by @asbestos4president for the @podcast-bookclub Podcast Jam. The show, which currently only has 1 episode, has the insane premise of an alien twitch streamer who has come to earth to kill the president. This show was so funny. I laughed out loud multiple times. I really want a full season of this show.

NEW SHOW ALERT The pilot episode of Bitcherton, an improvised Jane Austin parody podcast, came out this week. I love the cast for this show, it already looks like its going to be really fun. The occasional modern day references ("I think he was just a misogynist") had me rolling. Their Kickstarter for a full season starts June 13th, check out the pilot episode before then!

I listened to parts 1 and 2 of the Last Breath miniseries of Skyjacks Couriers Call. The description of the whole town, and the Leviathan refinery in particular, was insane. Excited to listen to the last part when I have time.

I caught partially up with @breakerwhiskey. Holy shit, an actual other person who is alive and doesn't want to kill Whiskey. I sure hope nothing bad happens to them! Things do seem to be looking up for Whiskey, I expect something to go wrong soon.

@midnightburgr released part 2 of Welcome to the Horizon! I love Verge so much, they're such a great character. I desperately wanted to hear that conversation between Verge, Frank and June that was implied to happen right after the episode ended. Hopefully its in the next one. I bet this miniseries will lead to Verge going off to find the diner to reunite with Leif, and I can't wait for that.

@midstpodcast had a hell of an action scene in the first half of this week's episode. I loved the nature corner. This show keeps doing this thing where I'm already blown away by the episode then look at the runtime and there's still 20 minutes left.

Mission Rejected this week has me wondering how many episodes until Chet Philips is the president of the United States of America. The Speaker of the House is 3rd in line for the presidency, he's not far off. As far as the actual plot of the episode, I have fond memories of watching Murder She Wrote with my grandparents so I loved this episode. Of course she figured out they were spies. Also I love how this show changes the bumper music for themed episode to match the theme.

@re-dracula Jonathan had a good idea to try to send letters through intermediaries, but it wasn't clever enough. Dracula is actually starting to be intimidating to me, rather than charmingly weird as he was in the earlier episodes. Dracula also knows that Jonathan uses shorthand code now, which can't be good.

Dear Liisphyra this week had a really funny intro bit. Also, the idea of a Genie who is just really annoyed with the people who find his lamp is great. He's not going to curse them or anything, he just wants them to go away so he can go back inside. I keep thinking I should write a letter in to this show, they have an email address in the description, but I need an idea first.

In Spout Lore this week Vyng's dice really told a story. I feel like Vyng is usually so competent in combat, and consistently rolling badly vs the pigs was so different. Speaking of the pigs, I love the aesthetic of "post-apocalyptic farmingpunk". I've never seen anything like this before, and I don't know how else to describe it. It's a post-apocalyptic wasteland, but its of halfling farmers, so they have scarecrow disguises and beets carved into skulls.

I started a new job this week, which theoretically means I have less podcast time, but I still listened to so much this week. I'm ready for getting through more of my backlog next week!