#liar rebel pet

[the-rose-gardens]

I've been writing this HDG story for months now and am finally publishing on AO3! There's still work to be done on the later half, which is why I'll be posting weekly and may need a small hiatus after Act 1. Anyway, I hope you enjoy Liar, Rebel, Pet.

[ki-yomii]

baby, don't go | myg

➥pairing | ex!min yoongi x f!reader, mentioned f!reader x omc ➥word count | 5.1k ➥warning(s) | 🔞 smut; dirty talk, pet names, praise kink, squirting, hand job, finger fucking, porn w/ plot, angst w/ a happy ending, alcohol, exes to lovers, implied cheating (omc is a fuckboy), implied getting back together (reader & yoongi still low key love each other), idol!yoongi ➥summary | "hii can I request for an exes to lovers trope with yoongi 😭💖 lovee your ficss" you find out your boyfriend is cheating on you. thankfully your ex Yoongi is more than happy to distract you. ➥notes | hope you enjoy this anon 😘💚 omc & ofc are named after characters from one of my favourite k-dramas (personal taste iykyk)

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Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry.

Standing beside you, your friend Kae-In takes a swig of whatever's in her cup - a sickly sweet concoction of fruity soju and Chilsung, most likely - and coolly surveys the backyard.

Small groups of people dot the manicured lawn, others lounging by the fire as they catch up with one another. It's been far too long since everyone's schedules aligned like this.

Years in fact, and there are several who came in from out of town.

Ordinarily you'd be over the moon, but as it were you can barely drum up enough false excitement for your best friend. Let alone others you haven't seen in forever.

Cocking her hip, Kae-In puckers her mouth. "The alcohol isn't even that good." She sighs, pretty face scrunching in disappointment. "Some party this is turning out to be."

Your hard cider, still more than half-full, hides an awkward, ill-fitting smile.

Having nursed your own drink for the last hour, whatever might've been enjoyable about it is long gone. Any refreshing coolness and bright, punchy taste replaced by amber liquid far past room temperature in your clammy palm.

In fact, the fizzy warmth and tart aftertaste of moldering apples turns your stomach with every half-hearted sip.

"At least there's cute guys here - some of them have really grown up."

Her breath ruffles the fringe of her bangs when she huffs, casting an eye to the glass bottle strangled in your grip.

"Are you sure you don't want something a little stronger?"

You shrug. "Yeah, I'm fine - gotta be the DD just in case, y'know?"

"Girl, you're ALWAYS the DD. C'mon, you gotta live a little sometimes."

The nonchalant scolding stings, even if it's meant almost entirely in jest but it's not Kae-In's fault. She doesn't know. No one does. You couldn't muster up the courage to tell her the truth.

Not yet.

It's still too fresh. The wound too raw to go poking around with clumsy fingers.

"Don't be like that," you say with a faltering smile. "I'm having fun."

LIAR.

In actuality, you're a few frayed threads away from snapping. Stuck clinging to the edge of sanity by the fingernails as you battle back tides of crippling grief and blinding rage.

Have been since the first few messages came rolling in; questions with videos attached. There's a part of you grateful they reached out, while another altogether wishes you hadn't seen.

At least not until morning.

Would one more night spent in ignorant bliss have been too much to ask for?

Now you're riding a corkscrew of emotion, one that roils and chafes as ceaseless images parade past your eyelids with every blink. Each one as crisp and clear as the first time you pressed play.

The swirling lights, the heady thrum of bodies. A darkened corner. Your boyfriend of three years who said he couldn't make it. His hand sneaking beneath the hem of a cheap, glittery skirt. The dip of his head as he tucks into the curve of a neck, mouth open and smiling against bare skin.

You shudder, stomach rebelling. When you swallow, it's like trying to down buckets of sand.

Kae-In, none the wiser, flicks her hair over her shoulder. "Well, that makes one of us. I guess." Shrugging, she turns to you and asks with a furrowed brow, "Are you sure you're okay? You seem... a little off."

Panic grabs you by the throat.

This was supposed to be a night full of fun and laughter. You're not supposed to be suffocating in a crowded backyard. On the brink of tears and trying to act like your life hasn't imploded.

Alone - by your own doing, which is even worse - to deal with the crushing weight of an inevitable breakup. The painful extrication of two lives entwined.

How a relationship three years in the making can be shattered in a minute and forty-five seconds is mind boggling. You had it all, and now...

You thought you were going to marry him.

The whiplash of it all almost makes you laugh but only so you don't break down in great, heaving sobs. A heartbreak you're not sure you'll ever recover from. Not for the loss of him but rather the decimation of your trust.

"I'm okay, promise! No need to worry."

The lie weighs heavy on your tongue. Tastes of ash as the words you really want to say hover in the back of your throat, a breath away. Only they can't make it past your lips, stuck to your teeth like hard candy.

"It's just been one of those days."

Your shoulders shoot towards your ears when she hums in response. Fingernails picking at the corner of the sweating cider label so you don't have to meet Kae-In's piercing gaze. You know she can see right through you, and you hate it.

What started as a fun night of planned mayhem turned into desperate distractions though this party has done very little in terms of brightening your mood.

Instead, watching everyone you know have a good time while you stand on the side lines, a stranger in a sea of people, feels more akin to rubbing salt in an open wound.

Miserable but acting like you’re not; waves of bitter loneliness threatening to pull you under because you don’t want to ruin the night.

“Is this because Chang-ryul couldn’t make it?” Kae-In pats your back sympathetically. “What bullshit excuse did he give you this time? I swear, he always does this. Just wait. I’m gonna hit him next time I see him.”

Oh, you don’t even know, you think. You’ll definitely want to do more than hit him.

Your heart throbs at the sound of his name, and isn’t that funny? Such a simple thing - nothing but syllables and letters strung together - and yet it has the power to unmake you completely.

Your tongue swells as you struggle to swallow. Words burn like bile as you force out a laugh; brittle, scraped up from the depths of your chest

“I’d pay to see that,” you croak. Your knuckles ache from how tightly you’re gripping the bottle. “But - no. C-Chang-ryul has nothing to do with it.”

You hate that you stutter over his name.

And perhaps that’s why you don’t want to tell Kae-In just yet.

She’s always hated him.

Always said he was no good. Just another fuckboy looking for beds to warm and hearts to break. And she’s right.

God, why does she have to be right?

You know she’d never hold it over you, but the thought of admitting it - out loud - makes you want to vomit all over your shoes. You need time to stitch your edges back together. Too raw and ragged.

You only just found out.

Your pride can’t handle any more hits right now.

She thumbs her nose with an inelegant snort. “Whatever you say. I could take him in a fight. That boy ain’t shit.”

Your laugh startles you - the first genuine one of the evening - and you shake your head fondly. A soft smile tugs at your lips.

“Oh, no doubt. But really, I’ve just been in a weird mood.”

The twist of her lips shows she doesn’t believe a word you’re saying, but she’s kind enough not to press. Instead, she spends the next while distracting you with tales of her various escapades of the week.

And it helps for a time, truly.

But then you feel a buzz against your thigh, a ding echoing up from your pocket. Your stomach turns to lead, drops to your feet. Without looking at the screen, you pull the cell out of your pocket with shaky hands and quickly flick the ringer off.

Meanwhile, Kae-In watches silently with sharp eyes, and an even sharper frown though she declines to comment on your behavior.

“Anyway,” she continues once she has your attention, “as I was saying, did you see little Ji-Seok? Dude shot up like a tree! Last time I saw him he was as big as a bean sprout.”

You hum, worlds away.

“You could at least act like you’re paying attention,” she sucks her teeth before a smirk starts to slowly tug at her lips, “How about we talk about something - or someone - I know you’ll be interested in?”

Guilt sparks but slowly gives way to dread. You know that expression. Have gotten into trouble more times than you can count because of it.

Heart tattooing a rhythm against your rib cage, you sputter, “Oh no. No! Do not look at me like that.”

“C’mo-on!” she wheedles. “You’re absolutely right. We should be talking about,” she points at someone across the yard with her cup, “Yoongi instead.”

Currently leaning back against a stone wall making up part of the fence, Yoongi nurses a beer. Sticking out like a sore thumb now that he’s making it big as an idol, no longer as mundane as the rest of them.

Hushed whispers follow his every move, his bleached hair and flashy outfit commanding all sorts of covert attention.

The sharp cut of his shirt flatters his lean frame, the black leather jacket over top emphasizing the width of his shoulders. Dark jeans cling to his legs, as tight as a second skin, and causing your attention to stray where it shouldn’t.

And his eyes - oh, how you ever forgot is beyond you.

Dark, hooded, deep, and hungry; intense as they drag over the planes of your face like the caress of his fingers.

Shit.

You shove Kae-In’s hand down with a loud smack before she makes an even bigger fool out of you in front of another ex.

“What the hell are you doing?” You hiss. “That’s so rude!”

Not to mention embarrassing as fuck.

“Y’know,” she pauses to wiggle her brows and shoot you an impish grin, “I bet Yoongi would be more than happy to remind you of how rude he can be.”

You smother a groan in your hands, heartache temporarily forgotten. “I can’t believe you. Seriously. We’re no longer friends.”

“Bitch, you love me. And anyway, you know what I can’t believe?” She asks. “You!”

She gestures towards him again amid your flailing attempts to stop her. “Look at him. Like goddamn, you had it good.”

You take a sip of cider to give your hands something to do, nearly blanching at the warm liquid. Refusing to respond or look up as the topic of conversation watches like a hawk, gaze heavy.

How can he still make you weak-kneed after all this time?

He wasn’t even touching you and you still feel his presence down to your toes, setting your teeth on edge.

You hear your own heartbeat, your breathing shaky, sparks of awareness dancing along your spine. Heat creeps into the apples of your cheeks.

“Knock it off, I’m serious.”

“No, when are you going to get that Chang-ryul isn’t good for you?”

You swallow roughly, all the moisture leaving your mouth.

“Yoongi was the best boyfriend you ever had and treated you the way you deserve. And you know he’s never been interested in anyone but you. Hell, he’s barely looked away from you since he got here and the break-up was years ago.”

You shift, perspiration breaking out on your brow. “Can we please stop talking about this?”

“When will you give it up?” She blows a raspberry, shaking her head. “I know you regret how it went down between you guys. Now that he’s here - when you finally have a chance to make it right you just - just - ugh!”

Shooting her a weak half-smile and a shrug, you turn your attention to the small glowing fire pit.

Other’s are gathered around it, relishing in the glow of warmth that wars against the balmy summer breeze cutting through the air. Focusing on the dance and flicker of the flames is a needed moment of peace in entropy.

Though you know it isn’t going to last - not with a motormouth for a friend.

“So-o, what are you waiting for?”

“Sorry?”

She nods towards Yoongi subtly.

He’s finally busy with his own conversation, his gummy smile a quick flash of brightness. “When are you going to stick it to Chang-ryul and hop on that dick?”

“Oh my god!”

Kae-In shrugs. “What.”

“Don’t 'what' me. Seriously?”

A bony elbow digs between your ribs. You wheeze.

“C’mon,” she says, “You already know it’s good with him, and you deserve someone who’s there for you 110%. Someone who will treat you right. You know I worry about you.”

A wave of emotions threatens to completely drown you in that moment, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. Her tender concern - her care - feels altogether too much and not enough.

As overwhelming as a tsunami; your heart a raw, exposed nerve.

All you’ve ever wanted was to be loved.

To feel like someone’s first and only choice.

You used to think Chang-ryul was someone who could provide that. What a fool you’ve been. Men like him don’t fall in love, they only pretend to.

They sneak inside your heart and take what they want from your bed. To him, you’re nothing but a fun little stop; a footnote, read and forgotten.

Your heart squeezes, shuddering from a pain your palm can’t soothe away.

It’s a terrible idea.

But maybe…

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to lick your wounds with someone you know cares about you. Has always cared about you, and probably always will.

Clearing your throat, you consider his profile from beneath your lashes.

Yoongi's always made you feel wanted. Looked after you as though you were something rare and precious.

It’s been a long time since you’ve felt that.

Somehow, some way, he senses you looking because he pauses mid-sentence.

Turns to meet you head-on, tracing your face with what can only be called greed. Stopping short when they catch on the lip trapped between your teeth.

Something akin to hunger cuts across his face.

His brows dip low, a palpable heat flooding the inky depths of his eyes. Shadows deepen the lines of his face, the shifting firelight highlighting the flex of a jawline for days, burning halo gold in his hair.

It’s a look you’re intimately familiar with.

Usually preceding a hand-shaking, mind-numbing fuck session where his cock gets as deep as it can, rutting hard and fast, bringing you over the edge again and again until you’re left a wrecked mess. 

Your heart jumps, gallops headlong into a rapid beat.

You feel the rush of blood in your chest, every breath stuttered, stomach lurching. Shaking. Jittery. Tongue tied in a thousand knots and you haven’t even said a word.

It was much easier to pretend you weren’t so magnetically drawn to Yoongi when you weren’t riding the single’s train. When he was away in Seoul chasing after his dreams.

Now that he’s got downtime and your relationship has hit a brick wall? His mere presence sears you to the bone. Drags you in like a black hole.

And that?

So not good.

Swallowing roughly, you tear your attention away. You’d forgotten how intense and blindly bright he can be.

There’s a throb developing in your temple, sharp little darts of pain lancing through your skull. An impending headache if you don’t get some air that doesn’t taste like wood-smoke and cheap alcohol.

“I think I’m gonna head in for a bit. Need to get away.”

You shake your head and toss your bottle into the bin on the way inside, Kae-In shouting her acknowledgement with a thumbs up. Makes you promise to contact her in case of any change in plans.

Nearly everyone’s outside so it should be less crowded, more quiet. Most importantly, away from Yoongi and that penetrating stare which makes you more flustered than you care to admit.

Alas, the kitchen isn’t empty not for long.

You’re lounging against the counter, elbows bent, head rolled back and stinging eyes closed when the back door creaks open. Biting off a groan, you swivel your head to the side.

When you see it’s Yoongi who follows you in, you almost slip and brain yourself on the tile. Mouth dry, palms sweaty, heart beating out of control; scrambling into a more flattering posture while patting down your hair.

He chuckles, his nose scrunched and smile coy.

Seeing him happy always makes you tender, weak.

It seems that hasn’t changed a bit.

No amount of pictures or videos do it justice. Granted, Yoongi looks good any time, any day. But seeing his whole face light up like that in person? Utterly priceless.

It’s a struggle to breathe properly around the lump forming in your throat.

Of course, it has to be him.

Wiping your palms off on your thighs, you greet him with an awkward wave, “Uhhh, hey - hey there, Yoongi.”

Oh my god. Abort mission, I repeat, abort mission.

“Y’know what,” you say, “I was just about to head back outside…”

As you pass by, he catches your arm.

Long fingers curl around your wrist, callouses dragging across your pulse. Your gut clenches, an unexpected bloom of warmth shooting through your core at the sight of his broad palm holding you captive.

His grip is firm but loose enough that you could pull away.

All it serves to do is remind you of nights spent beneath his body, the slide of sweat-slick skin, the taste of him heavy on your tongue, pussy filled to the brim with cock. His rough voice music to your ears, prideful as he gloats about how well you’re taking him.

"Leaving so soon?” He asks silkily.

A hard tug sends you slamming into the wall of his chest.

Air rushes from your lungs, your hands trapped against his collarbones. Firm muscles contract beneath your palms, his body shoving into your touch.

Twisting your fingers in the soft cotton of his shirt, you look at him from beneath your lashes. Your voice whisper soft when you say, “Yoongi…”

His dark eyes, the colour of a rich espresso, track the path of your tongue as you wet your lips. Fingers drag over the soft line of your neck, tracing your fluttering pulse.

Touch feather light as it stops by the corner of your mouth, pressing down on the swell of your lip.

“I haven’t said hello yet.”

Eyes wide, all you do is watch and wait with baited breath. Stunned into silence at his proximity. It’s been so long since you’ve been this close, the smell of his expensive cologne nostalgic.

Your body recognizes his, responding all the same. The connection between you electric, overwhelmingly so.

His head bows, bleached strands brushing your forehead. The tip of his nose rubs yours. You get lost in counting his eyelashes, tracing the bridge of his nose to the carved slope of his cheeks.

Surrounded by him, the urge to resist what’s happening is nearly non-existent. Though you wish it wasn’t so easy to be caught by him.

“One of the guys said something interesting,” he says, his breath ghosting across your face; mint and beer. “It's about you actually.”

He flashes the smile that sends your heart soaring, your stomach flipping.

The slightest peek of a metal chain resting in the crook of his neck, surrounded by a very tempting patch of skin you want to taste, has you a little dumbfounded, absentminded.

“Oh?”

You really hope you don’t sound as frazzled as you feel but the haughty superiority of his slow appraisal of your body, the cocksure smirk on his lips states otherwise.

You really wish you could knock him down a peg but confidence looks amazing on him.

Always has.

“They said you have a boyfriend now. Is that true?”

You manage the slightest shake of your head in the negative - no, not anymore - your heart thundering in your ears.

Your breath catches in anticipation just before Yoongi closes the remaining inches between you with a hum of approval.

His head tilts to the side as he slots your mouths together in a kiss that’s got your toes curling. A filthy wet slide of lips, his the slightest bit chapped, send you under, liquid warmth filling your belly.

You inhale sharply, a moan vibrating against his lips.

Melting into the cage of his arms as his hands clamp down on your hips possessively, tugging you closer. Pressed stem to stern like this there’s no hiding the evidence of his desire.

He’s already half-hard in his jeans, his erection pressing against the zipper.

His eyes are hooded when he pulls away.

“Wanna take this somewhere a little more private, baby?” Yoongi asks, running his nose up the length of your neck and inhaling.

How is this my life, you think, dazed.

His hips grind forward against you so there’s no mistaking what you’re dealing with. “It’ll be just like old times.”

After an awkward fumble and an elbow to the side, you settle on the downstairs bathroom. He follows, quickly pinning you to the door while struggling to toss his leather jacket over the sink.

With a flick of the lock, you’re finally alone without any possible interruption. The door muffles most of the ruckus outside, leaving you hyper aware of every hurried breath, every low-throated murmur.

For a long while it’s nothing but a mess of lips, his body molding to yours. Easy to fall back into the old rhythms of your relationship as though you never left it.

He holds you down.

His fingers in your hair, on your jaw. His tongue gliding over your lip, sucking it into his mouth and letting it slide back out through his teeth.

You meet him kiss for kiss, your hands finding their way into his back pockets, tugging, groping, loving how he bucks up into the cradle of your hips in response.

A sweet ache settles low and deep.

“Yoongi,” you sigh. “Fuck, I forgot how much you like to tease.”

His thumb circles your nipple through your shirt, teasing it into a sensitive, stiff peak that shows through the thin fabric.

The caresses send soft pulses straight to your clit, the intensity getting stronger and stronger the rougher he is.

Before long, you’re aware of how achingly empty you are.

Yoongi nips the corner of your jaw.

“Never forgot how fun teasing you is,” he murmurs into the silk of your skin. “How wet you get for me.”

“Shit, you can’t just say something like that.”

“Can’t I?” His laugh, genuine and vibrant, sounds through his chest and into yours. “You can bitch all you want, but I know you love it.”

A smile, all teeth.

“Isn’t that right, baby?”

You glare at him weakly through half lidded eyes.

Two can play that game.

“Fuck!” Yoongi bites out, those impossibly dark eyes sliding shut when you reach down to palm him through his jeans.

His breath whooshes from him in a loud exhale, his jaw working back and forth. “That’s cheating.”

You smirk, feeling him throb in your hand.

”What were you saying, Yoongs?” Humming, you rub your chest against his, using a fingertip to trace the outline of his shaft. “I didn’t quite catch that.”

Spearing you with a weighted look, Yoongi shoves you back into the door harder than before, the wood creaking under the pressure. Fist resting on the frame next to your head, his body cages you in.

Every shuddered inhale has the planes of his firm chest pressing into yours with the expansion of his lungs. His hips buck up into the softness of your palm with a grunt.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, pretty girl,” he cautions.

Competitiveness is a gift and a curse.

Not one to be outdone, you brush away any lingering reservations - which being honest, there weren’t many left. His relieved groan when you tug out his cock reverberates through you.

Shit, that’s so unfair.

Yoongi already sounds wrecked yet you’ve barely touched him. How the fuck are you going to get through this without completely combusting when he actually cums?

Thinking that maybe focusing on what you’re doing will help, you look down.

Big mistake.

Dark designer jeans circle his thighs, low enough for his cock to spring free.

Flushed, curved towards his belly, the head swollen and sticky with pre-cum. The shaft a decent handful that pulses when your palm skims the side.

Feminine appreciation at the sight has velvet heat pooling between your thighs, pussy clenching at the thought of him inside you.

Sex with him was always stupidly good.

All those veiled lyrics about his skill in the bedroom far too accurate for comfort.

Since you broke up, you haven’t been with anyone that comes close to his ability in getting you off.

He’s ruined you.

His face burrows into the crook of your neck with a low groan. His breath puffs across your skin, shivers racing down your spine.

Low voice full of grit, he says, “Shit, baby, that feels…”

Hot palms anchor themselves to your hips.

“Wait a sec,” he says, body twitching with aborted thrusts, strong fingers kneading. “Wanna do you too.”

Heart jumping, you let go of him long enough to yank your shirt over your head and kick off your pants before returning your hand to his cock.

In the meantime, he rucks his shirt up under his armpits. You can’t help but make a noise in the back of your throat as the length of his torso is exposed.

All that soft, smooth skin stretching over his stomach as he flexes. You have to fight down the urge to run your tongue along the outline of his hip.

Mouth slack, Yoongi pushes up the cups of your bra. Watches laser-focused on the bounce of your tits as they drop free, subtly swaying with every jerk of your wrist.

His hips fuck up into the circle of your hand while one of his own inches down to brush the crease of your thigh. Your hips tilt towards his touch, desperate for friction.

“Oh god.” He moans, calloused fingers dipping between your folds. “You’re so wet for me.”

You wiggle, whining against his lips as you meet in a messy kiss. His touch is light, gentle, barely there as he traces the length of your slit.

You’re trembling, skin too tight, body feverish. “Stop teasing, I want you inside me.”

Those seem to be the magic words because Yoongi gives a rumble of approval, using his thumb to spread slick over your swollen clit in tight circles.

Heat coils in your belly, electricity racing down your spine. Your thighs splay as wide as they can, making room for his hand.

His knuckles brush your skin.

Dipping down to your entrance, Yoongi works on spreading you open with shallow thrusts until you take three fingers comfortably.

Your needy sighs and soft moans bounce off the walls.

His low murmurs right in your ear as the pads stroke your walls, his wrist flexing. He’s hitting all the right spots, still remembering how to get you off years after the fact.

You’re quickly turning weak-kneed and wet eyed.

“Fuck, Yoongs, right there,” you keen, baring down on the digits nudging your g-spot, your grip tightening around his shaft.

You grind your palm over the swollen tip, gathering beads of pre-cum.

He hisses, thrusts off beat.

Fingers nudge up suddenly, pressing deep and holding in retaliation. White lightening crackles behind your eyelids, thighs twitching, mouth dropping open.

“Yeah, just like that, pretty girl.”

Your world narrows down to every filthy slide of his cock in your hand, every gush of slick as he stuffs fingers into you over and over again until you’re a writhing mess against the door.

Your nerve endings are alive with pleasure, the stimulation too much and not enough.

“Please, don’t stop.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he says, doubling his efforts, wrist working faster.

Dapples of sweat litter his brow, his eyes staring into yours, glazed over and lusting.

Fuck, he’s handsome like this.

It’s a little embarrassing how bad he’s got you but between the blissed-out expression he’s wearing, the weight of him in your hand, and how full you are, you know this orgasm is going to be quick, messy.

The pace of his hips pick up, his breath hitching in his throat, length twitching and thickening in your grip.

He’s getting close, his touch rougher, more force behind the snapping thrusts of his hips, teeth nipping at the side of your neck.

“Come on, baby,” you say, breathless, twisting your hand on the upstroke. He smothers a grunt in your shoulder. “Give it to me.”

It doesn’t take much more to bring him to the edge.

A particular spread of his fingers has you jolting, a sudden, intense spike of pleasure shooting right to your clit.

In turn, you unintentionally massage his cock, knuckles bumping the underside of the swollen head.

He’s a goner.

Cumming with a low, wounded whine and a shuttered thrust, Yoongi smacks the door with his free hand. Thick spurts of jizz make an absolute mess of his stomach and your knuckles.

Sagging forward like a doll with cut strings, all his dead weight bears down on you.

He pants, small tremors wrack his frame. “Baby,” he murmurs, pressing a wet kiss to your jaw, “I missed you s’much.”

“Missed you too,” you reply, using nice, languid strokes to wring the last of his orgasm out of him. “More than I thought I did.”

In lieu of a response, Yoongi wiggles his fingers inside you, rebuilding the rhythm he lost. He flutters them, curls up against your walls, peppering kisses along the length of your jaw with a hum.

Slick drips down his wrist, the sloppy sound of him finger fucking your cunt blending with a surge of desperate moans.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Yoongi says against your chin. “So fucking hot, wanna see you cum.”

Your back arches, your fingers digging into the width of his shoulders, head smacking the door with a dull thud.

“Can you do that for me?”

Nodding frantically, you fall apart with a broken gasp. Clamping down so hard he can’t move, the cramps softened by the throbbing heat washing over you. Blood rushes in your ears as your pussy gushes around his fingers.

“Good girl,” he praises, tone heated. “You did so well for me.”

By the time your brain comes back online, you’ve forgotten all about Chang-ryul and the constant vibration of your phone where it’s shoved - forgotten - into your pocket.

The only thing that matters is Yoongi with his tender kisses and greedy hands.

[borntobeslay]

| EVER AFTER HIGH: REBEL HEAD CANNONS…

| Y/N Aurelia Beauty

-She is a part of the Royal Student Council. She is often seen in study ball and loves nothing more than to read. Her mother used to read to her every night!

-She’s gets homesick rather easily and writes to her parents quite often! And her roommate Megan Ella is always there to comfort her!

-Y/N and Yuna are cousins! Though… Y/N’s Dad and Yuna’s Dad don’t get along.. being as Yuna’s dad is a Hero, he can’t get over the fact that Y/n’s dad was previously a Beast

BFFs: Yuna Beauty, Ryujin hood, Kazuha Dancer, Miss Moka Muffet, and Daniela Charming

| Ryujin Hood

-she is on the Rebel side as she has no choice. Everyone knows that Ryujin is the daughter of Red, but very few know she is also the daughter of the Big Bad Wolf, she’s aquatinted with everyone. But close with very few. She is a person who by the rules of destiny should not have been born.

-Destiny punished her with half-wolf ears which she has to cover at all times. She seeks to change that for both her own sake and her parents'. Of course, she can not let anyone know until the world is no longer hostile towards her existence.

-As a baby, Ryujin exhibited puppy-like behavior, such as chewing on furniture and chasing chickens.

| Yeji Cheshire

-Yeji is on the Rebel side because she doesn't want to listen to the rules of destiny. However, the only reason why Yeji would want to follow her destiny is most likely her dream of making her mother proud and to be like her one day - a beautiful, smart master of all things chaotic.

-Per their escape to Ever After, all the escaped Wonderlandians transferred from Wonderland High to Ever After High. Just like Haewon Hatter, she can hear the Narrators

-Yeji is a mischievous chaotic werecat with an almost-villain streak to her. She usually likes to cause problems for others, She never means to be fully antagonistic or be a real antagonist, but she sometimes forgets how to really treat her friends. Through and through, though, Yeji is kindhearted and really cares about her friends.

BFFs: Chaeryeong Hearts

| Karina Queen

-she is on Rebel side. In fact, she technically is the founder of the Rebel movement, because it was her rejection of her destiny that inspired others. She dislikes this situation, because it makes the other students, Rebels and uncertain Royals alike, come to her for guidance, which she struggles to provide.

-Karina is not evil by any stretch of the definition and so playing the role of villain does not sit well with her. Nor does she enjoy the expectation of the punishment that she, as villain, is destined to.

-in her free time, she likes to enjoy moments of peace by Riding her pet dragon, Nevermore through the enchanted forest

BFFs: Haewon Hatter, Winter White, and Ryujin Hood

| Sophia wood

-she is on the Rebel side out of a general belief that people should be free to choose, though she herself is eager to follow in her father's footsteps and become a regular girl.

-As the next Pinocchio, one might expect Sophia to be an experienced liar, but it’s exactly the opposite. At a young age, her father had a truth spell cast on her, which prevents her from lying and makes it so she can only share truths without actual Provocation. The spell won't wear off until her incarnation of the story commences.

-One of Sophia's favorite pastimes is painting. Not only does she use this as an extension of her voice, she uses it to express her inner feelings and what she can’t say verbally.

BFFs: Ryujin hood, Y/n Beauty, Haewon Hatter

| Minho Huntsman

-He is part of both "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs" and "Little Red Riding Hood" he is on the Rebel side because he refuses to hurt, kill or even eat animals.

-Minho is a little boastful, easily annoyed, and distracted. He is serious about his role as a hero, but not as enthusiastic about his job description as a hunter.

-Minho is also part of the cheerhexing squad, being the only male member out of all the other cheerhexers

BFFs Hyunjin and Jeongin Charming

| Gaeul O’Hair

-She is a Rebel, unlike her sister Leeseo, who's a Royal. Due to a major mistake in the registry office; Gaeul thought she was the youngest twin and believed she wouldn't be destined to Rapunzel's fate. Gaeul was relieved with this because she wants to create her own story and watch her sister enjoy the fate as the next Rapunzel. But it turns out the complete opposite but they keep it a secret to follow their hearts desire

-she loves styling and taking care of hair and has a reputation as the best stylist in town.

-She does not take likely orders from anyone and would much rather walk to the beat of her own drum. She also has a good sense of fashion.

BFFs: Leeseo O’Hair and Megan Ella

| Haewon Hatter

-she is on the Rebel side out of a general belief that people should be free to choose, though she herself is eager to follow in her father's footsteps

-She is psychic and has the ability to hear the narrators, as well as see into the future, although this is often dismissed as insanity.

-She’s extremely fond of tea and keeps an entire tea set, including her tea buddy and pet Earl Grey, in her hat to be ready for tea time literally wherever she goes.

BFFs: Karina Queen, Eunchae GoodFairy, and Kitty Cheshire (Kinda. Frenemies lol)

| Lara ‘Melody’ Piper

-she is on the Rebel side because she wants music to bring people together instead of luring one another away which happens in her story

-She doesn't seem to care about Headmaster Grimm, and his rules much, she tends to drown him out with music

-Her father encourages her to follow her heart and pursue her love of music such as being an inspirational DJ, which to Lara, is just a stepping stone in the process of what she truly wants music to become

BFFs: Yoonchae Cupid, Yuna and Y/N Beauty, Hanni Ginger, And Yunha Thumbell.

| Yoonchae Cupid

-she is on the Rebel side because she considers destiny to get in the way of the flow of love and people following their true hearts, being who they want to be.

-She is not a part of a fairytale like most of her fellow students at Ever After High but is part of Ancient Greek mythology as the next Cupid.

-be. Though she is terrible at archery, she is pretty good at giving Iove advice and thus hosts a MirrorCast advice show called Love Advice to help others find love.

BFFs: She loves everyone the same!!

| Daniela Charming

-She is part of a long line of Charming's, and is the twin sister of Jeongin Charming, as well as younger sister to Hyunjin Charming Which makes her a princess.

-she is on the Rebel side because she wants to go on adventures instead of being rescued. More often than not, other females in fairytales are destined to be saved and not to save, and Daniela is willing to change that.

-Daniela has spent her few years training for self-defense, fitness, strength, and stamina. Whenever her roommate Y/n leaves the dorm, she tries her best to work out as much as possible.

BFFs: Super close with Y/n Beauty , Karina queen, and obviously her brothers

| Hanni Ginger

-Hanni is a shy girl who doesn't like her destiny and would rather be a pastry chef with her own cooking show as she loves baking and sharing her treats with others, to the point where refusing to try them will hurt her feelings.

-Even though most are against the idea of Hanni going Rebel, Hanni always comes out on top with her motivated spirits.

Hanni is not fond of others reminding her that her mother's alluring treats nearly got Hansel and Gretel cooked - Hanni is cooking solely because of her love for it

BFFs: Lara ‘Melody’ Piper, Ryujin hood, and Ella Bo-peep

| Changbin ‘arrow’ Hood

-Changbin is a kind person but he prefers to limit his ties. He is a charmer, able to catch the interest of many girls, but usually not interested in keeping a hold on it.

-he is on the Rebel side because he'd rather have his face on a concert poster than on a wanted poster. he has a band called Merry men, which can be difficult to run sometimes.

-Benefiting his destiny, Changbin is a really good Thief and Conman. But he lacks the interest to use it as he’s so focused on becoming a Rockstar.

BFFs: Minho Huntsman and Felix Wonderland

| Chan Redford

-Chan has a loyal and devoted personality; he is also quite friendly with everyone he meets.

-Chan is a dutiful and dedicated stickler to the rules and the training he's been given as a knight, even if he seems to disapprove of it.

-He has shown admiration particularly for Daniela Charming's fighting skills as a knight. When Daniela reveals herself as the White Knight, Chan was Shocked that he was defeated by a girl, the two later became friends and tend to train together

BFFs: Daniela Charming, Minji ‘Courtly’ jester, and Yeji Cheshire.

| Seungmin Dumpty

-He has been described as an egghead, figuratively. He is good with technology and is often found in the Mirror Lab.

-Seungmin gets a bit flustered around girls like Winter White, Julie Frost ect. but is equally eager to impress them. He likes also to rap in his free time.

-Widely considered a computer genius in all fields, Seungmin uses his programming talents from hacking into databases to creating websites

BFFs- Winter white, Jeongin Charming, And Sullyoon Mermaid

| Miss Moka Muffet

-She owns a Frozen yogurt shop called “Yo-Curd” with the giant spider from her story. The shop lies in the middle of the dark forest.

-She is really in between Royal and rebel. Because she is all for people doing what they want and following their Destiny and desires. But she is considered a rebel mainly because she just doesn’t feel like her mom’s story suits her.

-Unlike her mom, Moka loves spiders! And hates curds and Whey (cottage cheese)

BFFs: Y/N Beauty, Sophia Wood, Ella Bo-Peep

| Julie Frost

-Julie frost is a rebel because she wants to be a ruler despite being a lowly servant. It makes her bitter and cold-hearted and hard for her to make friends.

-She wasn’t set on going to Ever After High but her father sent her there anyway so she can learn more responsibility

-Despite her being so cold. There’s one girl who just won’t let her be alone. Yoonchae Cupid, the girl who loves all. Julie pretends she doesn’t want her around but secretly loves that someone wants to be her friend when being herself.

BFF: Yoonchae Cupid

| Yunha Thumbell

-Yunha isn't the character who is judgmental or is prone to take charge of a situation. Though she is more of a go-along-get-along type of person, Yunha speaks up when she has to.

-Yunha is an environmentalist, meaning that she spends her time recycling, caring for the environment, and convincing others to participate. She is also part of the cheerhexing squad.

-Yunha doesn’t really believe in having a feature prince. According to her, “The idea of having a prince is so last chapter”

BFFs: Y/N beauty, Megan Ella, and seungmin Dumpty

| Ella Bo-Peep

-She is the daughter of Little Bo-Peep. Her mom work with Goldie Lockes growing up so her and Lia spend lots of time together!

-Ella wants to be a Royal to the point where she’s a rebel. Because in reality, she’s neither. She’s just a girl and her sheep.

-She owns around five sheep and brings them to school with her from time to time!

BFFs: Lia Lockes and Winter white

A/N: Sorry it took a while 😭 I like to edit my own photos and sometimes I like to go all out lol. Anyway,Both head cannons are now out!! Request stories now that you guys know a little bit more about the characters!!

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I wanted to write a character profile for my MC, Ennea Bragge, and some cool moments with her new best friends. (I’ll probably have better screenshots coming)

Full name: Ennea Emiliana Bragge m. Ennea Sallow Name explained: The word "Ennea" is the Greek word for "nine". Nine represents the combination of three trinities (3x3). This symbolizes Ennea's internal struggle between light and darkness, her past self and her new identity, or conflicting loyalties.

DOB: February 1st, 1876

Gender: Female (she/her)

Nationality: English

Blood Status: pureblood

House: Slytherin

Wand: Phoenix core, 10 ¾" Length, Willow, white or black (haven’t decided yet)

Patronus: Unicorn

Likes: Butterbeer, cats, owls, cheesy jokes

Dislikes: liars, stupid rules, getting up early, Ravenclaws (sometimes when they bully her) 

Magical pet: Boisie the eagle owl

Hobbies: Seeker on the Slytherin team, piano, hiking

Appearance

Hair: Hazelnut brown

Eyes: Azure blue

Height: 166cm

Physique: slim, too skinny, but she develops curves later on when she gets older

Other features: Tiny freckles on the nose, moles, blush

Parents: Unknown to her (grew up in a Muggle orphanage), Phillip Bragge, Mona Bragge

Siblings: Ivanna Briarwood (Bragge), Ivory Bragge

Future

Career: Unspeakable at the British Ministry, briefly Arcane at MACUSA Arcane Department

Partner/Spouse: Mary Brentwood Children: twins Eloise and Elaine Bragge

Primary background (will edit)

Background: Ennea Bragge comes from a long line of pureblood witches and wizards, but having grown up in a Muggle orphanage not much is known about her family. She transferred to Hogwarts in her 5th year, having previously been homeschooled (her magic more suppressed than encouraged) due to her unique magical abilities and the dangers they posed.

Personality:  Ennea possesses the shrewd mind and relentless ambition of a true Slytherin. Her intelligence is her weapon, resourcefulness her shield.  Though fiercely independent, she forges bonds of unwavering loyalty to those who earn her trust. A strong moral compass guides her, but it's tempered by a pragmatism honed by Slytherin House.  Though guarded, her deepest secrets-- her ancient magic, her hidden fears-- burn with an intensity that rivals any Gryffindor's courage.  Never underestimate what Ennea will do when she sets her sights on a goal.

Magical Abilities: Ennea possesses a unique form of magic that allows her to tap into ancient, nearly forgotten spells and incantations. She has a deep connection to the magical world and can sense magical auras and disturbances. Her ability to see and understand the hidden layers of magic makes her a formidable witch, but it also makes her a target for those who seek to exploit her power. In her 5th year she won a battle against a rebel Goblin Ranrok and saved Hogwarts in secret. She lost her mentor professor Fig in the battle. She contained all the repositories of ancient magic. Her famous reputation at school slowly started to grow.

Hobbies and Interests: Ennea is an avid reader and spends hours in the Hogwarts library, researching ancient texts and forgotten spells. She's also passionate about dueling and has honed her skills in Defense Against the Dark Arts. She loves to explore the outdoors around the castle.

Key Relationships:

Sebastian Sallow: Ennea shares a close bond with Sebastian. She admires his cunning and ambition. Sebastian and Ennea grow apart as they get older and Ennea later regards Sebastian as reckless.

Ominis Gaunt: Ominis is Ennea's loyal friend and confidante. She values his wisdom and unique perspective, and they share a deep mutual respect.

Challenges: Ennea grapples with the responsibility of her unique magical abilities and the dangers they pose. She is keeping a lot of secrets like ancient magic and Sebastian’s dark secret of killing his uncle and sometimes it become a burden. She's also navigating her feelings for both Sebastian and Ominis, creating a complicated love triangle within their trio.

Role in the Story: Ennea is the central character in their adventures, often guiding their decisions and actions with her knowledge of ancient magic. Her character growth is closely tied to her acceptance of her abilities and her relationships with Sebastian and Ominis. As they face increasingly perilous challenges, Ennea's determination and strength become vital to their survival. Ancient magic: A Double-Edged Sword

While potent and alluring, ancient magic is a demanding force. Unlike the controlled spells of modern times, it operates on a primal level, often reflecting the raw will of the caster. This translates to several key limitations:

Unpredictable Power: Ancient magic is notoriously difficult to control. The desired outcome is never guaranteed, with spells potentially backfiring or producing unintended consequences.

Emotional Volatility: Ancient magic is a reflection of the wielder's deepest self. Strong emotions, especially negativity, can corrupt the magic, twisting its effects and potentially causing harm to both the caster and those around them. Maintaining emotional control is paramount.

Hidden Costs: Tapping into such potent magic can exact a toll. Using ancient magic can leave the wielder drained, both physically and mentally. Overuse can lead to a dependence on its raw power, making it harder to utilize traditional, safer magic.

A Legacy of Power, a Burden to Master

Ancient magic offers immense power, but it comes with significant risks.  Those who wield it must be prepared for its volatile nature, the emotional discipline required, and the potential consequences of wielding such a primal force.  It is a legacy of power, but also a burden to master.

[shakespearerants]

Song Tag

Rules: Pick a song for each letter of your URL, then tag as many people as there are letters in your URL.

Summerwunne - Estampie

Heaven - Bryan Adams

Abertausen Fragen - ASP

King of Bones - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

Ein Kompliment - Sportfreunde Stiller

She kissed me first - SERA

Pocahontas - AnnenMayKantereit

Easy Love - SF9

Abracadabra - Steve Miller Band

Retaliation - The Rumor Said Fire

Every Time We Touch - Electric Callboy

Rhinestone Cowboy - Glenn Campbell

Aicha - Bayta Ag Bay

Nachts Weinen die Soldaten - Saltatio Mortis

Too Much Love Will Kill You - Queen

Superspreader und die Kosmonauten - Blond

Wow this was...harder than expected. Thank you so much for the tag @frubeto ! Tagging @birdylion @evolutionsbedingt @freizusein @perchingowl @bi-vexual @clueless-dullahan @queenofpickles @neverland-in-space @shadowvalkyrie @lachricola @schuerk @mona-liar @dancingbycandlelight @twostepsfromtemerant @almostmymoon @bookshelfdreams - have fun!

If you would like to know what I almost put - outtakes under the cut

Sag mir wo die Blumen sind - Marlene Dietrich/Salute to a switchblade - tom t hall/Schüsse in die Luft - Kraftklub/Sea or Heartbreak - Don Gibson/Sedona - Houndmouth/Seemann - Apocalyptica, Nina Hagen/Sesame Syrup - Cigarettes after sex/Severed- the decembrists/shady Grove - doc Watson/shame- Peakboy, george/she kissed me first - SERA/Sinnerman - Nina Simone/Sleeping Single in a double bed - Barbara Mandrell/Somebody to love - Queen/Song for someone - U2/SOs - Abba/Sternenhimmel - Hubert Kah/Summerwunne - Estampie/Sunday Bloody Sunday - U2/Superspreader und die Kosmonauten - Blond/Surrender the Night - My Chemical Romance

Habibi - Tamino/ Hallelujah California - Luna Shadows/Halloween - Aqua/Headfirst Slide into Cooperstown on a Bad Bet - Fall Out Boy/Heartaches by the numbers - Guy Mitchell/Heaven - Bryan Adams/Heute Hier morgen dort - Hannes Wader/Heyr Himna smidur - Schola Cantorum/Hopeless Romantic - Michelle Branch

Kaputt wie ich - Tarek K.I.Z./Katherine, Katherine - Steinwolke/Killing me softly - Roberta Flack/King of Bones - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club/Küssen kann man nicht alleine - Mad Raabe

Ein Kompliment - Sportfreunde Stiller/Easy Love - SF9/ Easy Lover - Phil Collins, Philip Bailey/Eighties Goth Suicide Note - This Cold Night/ Every Breaking Wave - U2/ Every time we touch - Electric Callboy

Please don't let me love you - Hank Williams/Paper cut - Linkin Park/Pet Sematary - The Ramones

Rain - Project Pitchfork/Randy Dandy Oh - Sean Dagher/Rat A Tat Tat - Fall Out Boy/Rasputin - Boney M./Relax Take it Easy - MIKA/Rock Your Like A Hurricane - Scorpions/Rose Tattoo - Dropkick Murphys

Nåden - Garmana/Nicotine - Panic! At the Disco/Nobody Knows You When You're Down - Nina Simone

Take me on the floor - The Veronicas

[antlersofthevoid]

Before The Dawn: Chapter 9; Solace.

The chapter everyone was waiting for. Also! I am taking a little break from writing as it is leading into finals week for me. Nothing is being discontinued, i've just been really overwhelmed and need some time to rest, and will be back to the normal schedule soon! {I'm no longer giving out exact dates. I'm going to try to keep these stories every week but i'm no longer promising dates and forcing myself to fulfill them when I have no energy or motivation so I don't look like a liar.} For now, if you'd like to keep up with my behind-the-scenes art and other au works/concepts, you can join my server using this link!

The server is still growing and gaining speed, but I plan on posting all of my character concepts, designs and sceneboards there as they come along!

Onto the chapter!

Who am I to tell my private nightmares to if I can’t tell them to you? -Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot

Thank you for purchasing a JCJENSON Series XI GUARD Drone! For setup commands, see page 3. For troubleshooting and common system errors, turn to page 20. . . . Basic errors of a Series XI Guard Drone. -Drone is not registering voice -Misbalanced optical calibration -Refusual to follow commands -Drone is colorblind -Drone has become aggressive towards household pets… . . . . While these errors are most common and can be fixed with a simple system reboot, here are a few less common problems and their solutions!

-My drone thinks it is a human and is threatening to run away. Simply apply a JcJenson Shock Collar {Sold separately} and remind it that you are the master! If this behavior exists, please contact a certified technician to complete a factory reset on your drone. . .-My drone has started a rebellion ℙ𝕣𝕒𝕪… . . . . .

In the event that your Guard Drone refuses to follow commands and appears to be rebelling: hide in the nearest closet, dial the JcJenson Rescue hotline [1-800 HELPMENOW] and pray to your preferred higher power.

Tessa had read through every worker drone manual she could get her hands on, from the guides of the newest model, to the first models that her grandfather had built by hand. Unfortunately, there was no solution for the issue of “My drone is claming that there are demons in my rafters that are trying to eat me and will not stop trying to crawl up the walls.”

A crash from the room nextdoor made her wince. There wasn’t a single moment of the day where J wasn’t trying to claw her way up the walls to scout out the rafters, or laying in the middle of Tessa’s floor, staring up at the roof, chittering angrily to herself and rambling quietly. It worried her. It worried her a lot. She shook her head as she worked to dry out her hair. Drones were odd in general, sure, but never like this. Odd, in terms of worker drones, was a butler drone being obsessed with dogs. It was a drone with unfixable visual processors. It was Grimm, a drone without a voicebox. Odd was Cyn. J acting strange scared her, to be honest. She’d never seen her beloved guard drone in such distress and acting so erratically. Tessa kept going over her options as she fixed her hair. Her dress was more uncomfortable than usual, but it was her favorite, and she’d already made a vow to herself that she’d wear it until it fell to shreds. She had the option of taking J to the nearest facility, but she didn’t trust those technicians with her beloved companions. They were too rough, she’d seen a few manor drones before that had been taken in for simple repairs, and had come back completely catatonic, the drones who had previously been vibrant and full of energy were reduced to voiceless, trembling husks of their former selves. That wasn’t an option for J, or any of the others in her circle, not as long as she could help it. She’d have to figure out something else.

J was still in the same place she’d left her, perched on the edge of Tessa’s bed, staring up at the ceiling like a cat trained on a bird through a window. This had become near-constant. There were a few moments in the day where J would snap out of it, usually when Tessa left her room, and J followed, but whenever they returned, it was like the spell had been re-cast, and J would go right back into her alert and panicked state. “J.” She tried to get the drone’s attention, snapping her fingers as she seated herself at her desk. No response. Tessa shook her head, beginning to rifle through the books on her desk again. There had to be SOMETHING somewhere on how to snap a drone from something like this.

A gentle tap on her doorframe caught her attention, startling her and causing her to slam the manual shut. “Bad time?” Her mother leaned against her doorframe. Tessa’s shoulders relaxed and she shook her head, pointing at the manuals strewn around her desk, then to J. “Maintenance.” Louisa rolled her eyes. “We have facilities and workers for that, we pay them, you know.” Tessa shook her head as her mother cleared off the space next to her, dragging the other desk chair to her side with her leg, before sitting across from her. “Your father and I have been talking.” “If it’s about Salvadore, i’m not sorry.” Tessa kept her nose in the manual. “Tessa James. Look at me when I’m talking to you.” Tessa obeyed, glancing up at her mother as she spoke. “It’s about Azariah.” Tessa cocked her head, still nervously fidgeting with her hands. "And we’ve been considering." "…a…and?" Tessa finally made eye contact. Louisa took a deep breath and fixed her posture, before allowing her shoulders to relax, and her expression softened. "..we have come to the agreement that after the…incident the other evening, Azariah-" "Zara." "-Zara, would be a..", she considered her words, "..decent consort for you." "…Meaning?" Tessa propped her chin against her hand. "Meaning we will allow this little relationship you two have seemed to form." Tessa took in her words, then realized that they had been caught long before the event, and stared down at the floor in an attempt to hide her embarrassment. "….was it that obvious?" Louisa rolled her eyes, leaning back in the chair. "Don't think I haven't seen you two holding hands, and the way young Rose looks at you." She leaned down to be in her daughter's sight. "And your father isn't as blind as you think he is." Tessa opened her mouth to reply, but stopped as another thud from across the room grabbed her and her mother's attention. J had managed to claw halfway up the wall again, before losing her grip and falling onto the wooden floor below, simply laying on her back, arms curled to her chest, staring up at the rafters. "Is that one…okay?" Her mother seemed just the slightest bit concerned. "..I…I really don't know." Tessa shook her head. Louisa watched J for a moment, head following her movements as the drone sat back down in front of the wall and stared off into space. "Maybe she's just stressed." J leaned forward, pressing her face against the wall. Louisa cocked a brow. "…very stressed." Tessa nodded. "I'm going to see if I can get her to snap out of it today." "You have fun with that." Her mother shook her head in amusement, stopping to give Tessa a kiss atop the head as she left the room. Well, that was one worry down, she could kiss Zara in front of her parents now. No more Salvadore, one more to go.

Tessa took a breath and stood up. “Alright, J. What’s eating at you? "There's a demon in the rafters." "…….What?" Tessa worriedly tilted her head and craned her neck to look upward. Nothing but cobwebs and spiders and darkness. "..J, there's nothing there." "Demons. Demons in the rafters." Tessa put a hand on J's shoulder. "J." "AHTESAJAHDEMON!" “Alright, that’s it.” Tessa stood back up. “I think mother was right, the stress is starting to get to you.” “Demons.” J never removed her gaze from the ceiling. Tessa huffed, grabbing a stray blanket from her floor and wrapping it tightly around J, swaddling her and restricting her arms to her sides. "Breathe." J continued to fight for a moment, desperately trying to return to her rafter-watching fit, eventually falling limp as Tessa cradled her and kept her snuggled close to her. "There are no demons in the rafters." Tessa kissed her forehead. "…..Nightmares." J glanced up at her. "Just dreams, J." Tessa re-adjusted the drone in her lap, freeing one of her arms and holding J's hand in hers, inspecting the sharpened ends of her digits. "How long has it been since we cut these back?" J glanced down at her hands. "They're supposed to stay sharp-" "Not while you're acting like this." Tessa shook her head, shifting back onto her bed, grabbing a small metal object from the dresser, keeping it out of J's sight. "It's a safety hazard." "……." J continued to stare down at the claws she'd worked so hard to re-sharpen after the last incident. "..You cut them back when I smacked Cyn. A few months ago." "Well, reset the streak, we're doing it again." J pouted. Her entire body was shaking. "Close your eyes. It's not going to hurt." J continued to tremble, staring with an intense hatred at the little metal tool in Tessa's hand. "J." "YeAh?" Tessa kissed the top of her head. "Would I ever do anything to hurt you?" J shook her head. "..no, boss." “I'll make it easy. Let's see if you’ve been paying attention to my French studies. “Une” Tessa started. “Deux” J winced. Click. The sharpened edge of J's synthetic nail landed on the floor. “Trois!” Tessa finished counting, giving J an encouraging smile. “Now did that hurt?” J shook her head. “….no.” The other eight digits were much less stressful, with Tessa even taking a moment to clip her own fingernails back to make the drone feel better about her situation. “We’re going for a walk today.” Tessa finally unswaddled her, allowing J to stretch her arms out and inspect her newly trimmed nails. “It’ll do some good for you to get outside for a bit.” J perked up as Tessa moved to fixing her pigtails. She’d let them go for the past few days, and what was once a soft, well-kept display of synthetic silver hair, had now been reduced to a wiry mess- half of which wasn’t even being kept in place by her bows anymore. ..Maybe she did need it. ‘Just us?” J tilted her head, allowing her legs to dangle off the side of the bed. V and N would surely be busy…doing whatever they did during the day, Grimm had been stationed in the kitchen ever since the event a few nights prior {It seemed as though Prudence had taken a liking to him, after having his help in the kitchen. He hadn’t set anything on fire and had managed to help her create a few decent meals.}, and cyn…well, cyn was cyn. Tessa shook her head. “Well…no, Zara is coming with us.” Dammit. Tessa didn’t notice her scowl. “And I figured…maybe I could find another drone that would come with us, someone you can bond with- make a new friend!” J didn’t answer for a moment, considering her options. “…We can’t just take Cyn with us?” “I thought you didn’t like Cyn?” J’s eyes met Tessa’s, and she returned to glaring back at the ground after a few moments of eye contact. “I don’t.” Tessa finished putting the little bows back in J’s pigtails. “New friend it is, then. We’re going to have a relaxing walk out into the woods.” And maybe someone will drown. J thought.

“Stay.” Tessa stood up, patting J on the head as she turned to exit her room, now on a mission to find another drone to bring on their adventure. Surely her parents wouldn’t notice one of the hundreds of drones missing- especially not if she snagged one from the basement. The hardest task would be finding one that wouldn’t clash with J’s personality and spirit, she needed a balance. J’s gaze started to drift back up to the ceiling, getting stopped by Tessa the second she noticed the drone’s eyes wandering. “No.” Tessa held her face in both hands. She shook her head. “We’re making progress. You’re not going back into another fit.” Tessa grabbed the blanket she’d previously used to restrict J’s movements, unfolding it again and tossing it over the drone on her bed haphazardly. “Stay.” She repeated the command, sighing as J flopped over onto her back, still completely covered by the blanket. “That…works too.” She shook her head. “Don’t move.”

:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:

The basement held plenty of drones. In a way, Tessa felt like an excited child picking a puppy from a pet store. Except these puppies were shy drones that shambled around in the shadows of the library, dusting off books, rearranging them, and fixing broken pieces of furniture and light fixtures that Tessa could only assume were older than the manor itself. All of the drones greeted her with fearful glances and fidgety hands, only muttering a quiet “Sorry!” or “Excuse me!” as Tessa stood in the middle of the room. Maids, butlers, all the like. She could tell their personality just by how they moved. The one in the corner was far too standoffish to be anywhere near J, she could tell by the way the others avoided him, how his shoulders tensed up when a scrawnier female drone tried to take a few books from the shelf he was picking splinters from, and how she skittered away from him. Too shy, too energetic, too picky.. Tessa felt something nudge into her, and turned around to see one of the maid drones on the floor beneath her, frantically trying to pick up a small stack of books she’d dropped. “M-Miss Tessa! I’m so sorry- I didn’t mean t-” The drone stopped speaking, and winced as Tessa leaned down to help re-stack the books, gently brushing the drone’s silver bangs from her face to get a better look at her. She’d seen this drone around before, she wasn’t specifically designated to the library. A glance at the books she’d been carrying confirmed that she was likely from the upper floors, cradling a selection of old romance novels- no doubt sent to be returned to the depths of the library by her mother. “Have you ever been outside the manor before?” “…Miss Tessa?” She carefully tilted her head upward to look at the human, who was still looking her over. “Have you?” The drone thought about it for a moment, before shaking her head, holding the books close to her chest. “N..no, I…don’t believe so. Why do you ask, Ma’am?” Tessa crouched down to be eye-level with the confused drone. “Did they give you a name?” “Do you mean my serial code?” Tessa gently grabbed the drone’s left arm, inspecting the marking band on her shoulder. SD- S1V3. “…How do you like Sive?” Tessa smiled at the drone. “Oh! I…” She thought about it again, a longer silence falling on her this time. “…Suppose I like it- but why do I need a name?” Tessa stood back up, still holding onto Sive’s hand. “You said you’ve never been outside the manor before, would you like to?” Sive glanced around at her fellow butlers and maids, able to see more than Tessa could make out in the darkness. Truth be told, she’d considered it before. She’d seen Tessa around with her drones in tow- the ones up top, and wondered what it would be like to be allowed to roam outside the walls of their home. Sive nodded. “I’d love to.”

:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:

The backwoods of the Elliot manor were rarely seen by outsiders. The gorgeous arrangements of flowers and trees in the garden faded into overgrown vines and old, crumbling stone structures. Tessa’s favorite was the stone arch that looked like it could fall to pieces at any second, but had managed to stay upheld for god knows how many years thanks to the ivory and twisting roots of a nearby tree climbing their way up the stonework. She held Zara’s hand the entire walk through the forest, holding her close and allownig Zara to rest her head against Tessa’s side (She could have laid her head against Tessa’s shoulder, if not for the height difference).

J was unsure about Sive. She wasn’t a threat, by any means, but she felt..different. The fact that Sive had been clinging to her arm the entire time may have added onto the strange feeling. She did indeed feel less stressed, but she couldn’t decide if it was because of the sunlight on her face and the breeze against her metal skin, or the fact that someone clinging to her like their life depended on it made her feel…soft and fuzzy inside. She could only stop and watch in amusement as Sive froze the second a small creature skittered out onto the path in front of them, separating her and Sive from the two humans in front of them for a moment. Sive leaned her head against J’s shoulder and fearfully whispered, “what is that?” “That’s a squirrel.” J crossed her arms. “……..is it dangerous?” J shook her head, taking Sive’s hand. “You don’t get out much, do you?” “I’ve never left the manor!” Sive pouted, never letting go of J’s arm. “It’s not as bad as it seems.” And J let her hold on. “…But the books.” Sive looked around. “What books?” Sive stopped to inspect a patch of flowers alongside the trail, pointing at them. "…..Dangerous, right?” “Some flowers are- but only if you eat them.” J leaned down to pick one of the flowers, holding it up for Sive to inspect it. “This is a Creek Lilly Pilly.” “You’re kidding!” Sive snickered. “I’m serious, that’s what they’re called!” J held the flower closer to Sive, letting her hold it in her own hands, inspecting the petals. “The flowers bloom into fruit.” “And those are edible, right?” Sive tilted her head as J nodded. “Well- not right now. That’s just a flower.” J smiled. “….Then…what can you do with the flower?” Sive stared down at the plant in her hands. “Well, usually you just let them grow, but, if you think they’re pretty on their own..” J took the flower from Sive’s hands, gently placing the stem in a clump of the other drone’s curled hair. Damn, she’s pretty. “…It’s really nice when you put it in people’s hair. Makes them prettier. ” Sive blushed. “………y…you think i’m pretty?” J opened her mouth to reply, both drones freezing as Zara’s laughter interrupted the silence around them. Tessa had found a set of more vibrant flowers up ahead, and had placed one in Zara’s hair, just above her ears, and was posed as though she’d made some sort of flirty remark to Zara. And then they kissed.

“…Are you alright?” J hadn’t noticed Sive’s hand on her shoulder. “..Yeah. I’m fine.” She lied. Sive yelped as J grabbed her hand this time, pulling her along to catch up with Tessa and Zara, stopping once they had gotten close enough to make sure she still had the flower in her hair. The lake was Tessa’s second favorite part of the land. The trees faded into short greenery and stones, before completely clearing into a shallow bank with crystal clear waters that stretched out and wove through the countryside. The mountains were visible above the trees, the peaks reaching far above the clouds. “That was it?” Zara excitedly glanced up at Tessa as she sat cross-legged on one of the rocks that overlooked the water, watching Tessa dig around on the ground for a stone that was suitable enough to skip over the water. “That was it.” Tessa repeated to confirm, finally finding a smooth, flat rock. “No ‘You are a disgrace to the Elliot name!’ or ‘How dare you fall in love with a girl You’ve brought dishonor to the family!!” Tessa bent her arm back over her shoulder, winding up to throw the stone. “Just-” She whipped her arm forward, flicking her wrist at the arc of her throw, watching in amusement as the rock skipped once, twice- three times, before sinking into the water. She turned to Zara, who clapped as she bowed playfully. “As simple as that.” “I thought you’d get disowned.” Zara politely placed her hands in her lap, scooting over so Tessa could sit beside her. Tessa shook her head. “Nah. I’m the only heiress they’ve got, I think they’re just happy they don’t have a funeral bill to pay for.” Zara winced. “…is he…okay?” “Salvadore?” Tessa scoffed. “Please, his parents have a personal doctor- apparently they pay big money for him. He could lose a kidney and they’d have it replaced within a week.” Zara nudged her shoulder. Tessa rolled her eyes. “He’s fine. J broke everything between his wrist and fingers.” She laid her head against Zara’s. “Poor wittle baby can’t play on his tennis team for a few months.” She pouted teasingly at Zara, who snickered and playfully punched Tessa’s arm. “You’re horrible!” She teased. “D’aww, you don’t mean that. You know you love me.” Tessa smirked, leaning in to press her nose against hers. Zara closed the gap. “Always, Tessa.”

CRACK “….what are they doing?” Sive cocked her head to the side, sitting cross-legged in a patch of grass, sitting on a smaller overlook just above Zara and Tessa, turning her head away from them, focusing on J- who had been throwing rocks at the trees behind them. Another branch snapped. J poked her head over the edge and scowled. “They’re kissing.” “Oh!” Sive watched them again for a few moments. “…Is that..normal?” “To them.” J picked up another stone, flinging it off into the bushes past the trees. “It’s stupid.” Sive focused her gaze solely on J now. “Why do you say that? Is there something wrong with them kissing?” J grumbled something under her breath, plopping down in the grass beside Sive. “Because they’re in love.” She crossed her arms. “..In…love?” J glanced up at Sive. “Yeah, it’s- …..” How do I explain this? “Humans are…a lot…different than us, they have complex emotions and they sometimes…feel attached to other humans. It makes you feel warm and fuzzy, I think.” J stared up at the sky. “..And sometimes…when humans have feelings for each other, they get together. They live together, they share a bed and a house together, and they kiss.” Sive kept her head tilted, looking at J with genuine curiosity and interest. “..And why do they kiss? Is it a dominance act?” “No, no, nothing like that.” She shook her head. “They kiss to show affection. It’s…a way of saying ‘hey, you mean a lot to me.’ And they don’t always kiss at first! Sometimes you fall in love right from the start- like they did-” J gestured to the two humans below them- “And sometimes it takes months- or years. Some people never fall in love.” Sive frowned. “Never?” “Never.” “…That’s..sad. Love makes humans happy, right?” J nodded. “Love isn’t just romance, humans can feel love from family or friends, Like how Tessa loves me and V and the others, but a lover is…different, I guess.” “…Have you ever been in love?” Sive caught her off-guard with the question. She noticed a hint of a digital blush on Sive’s visor, and she knew by now that she was blushing as well. “Me? Oh, no, no. Some of the butlers have tried, but no.” “Oh…..” Sive looked down. “…Hey, J?” “Hm?” J leaned aganist the rock Sive was sitting on, closing her eyes. She felt a weight against her side, and then heard the grass rustle beside her. And the Sive laid her head against J’s side. She curiously opened her eyes, seeing that innocent gaze staring back up at her. “…Is it…okay that I feel like I love you?”

She didn’t want to admit it, but she’d felt soft and fuzzy ever since Tessa had walked into the room with Sive. She was pretty, god was she pretty. The way she tried to make herself look smaller, how she held onto J during the day, the way she tilted her head at everything that interested her and how curious she was and- If Tessa and Zara had fallen for each other within a day, surely the same could be done with a drone. But was she even allowed to? This wasn’t her purpose. She wasn’t supposed to have her own desires or dreams. She was only supposed to protect Tessa, anything else was a distraction, a failure.

“..Is this what love feels like?” J nearly choked on her words as she responded. It took her a moment to gather her thoughts. “..I…I guess…so?”

She was safe. Sive was a grounding point. She’d managed to forget about the previous events and the nightmares, she’d been so focused on Sive for the majority of the day, watching her explore, hearing her laugh, feeling her hands holding tightly onto her arms. She wondered if this was how Tessa felt when she was around Zara, being the stronged one of the duo, feeling the need to protect the smaller one, to see her smile, to hear her laugh, to hold onto her. Maybe this was why V could never stay off of N, why they were always holding hands and snuggling up to each other- because V never seemed to have a care in the world. Sometimes J wondered if V really would care if they ever got abandoned, as long as she had N.

“….J?” “Mmmmhm?” J absentmindedly nuzzled her head against the side of Sive’s. Sive glanced over the edge for a moment, watching Zara and Tessa converse, then back to J. “….Can I kiss you?”

:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:

“That’s a star, you goof.” “No, no! It’s a planet! See, if you just look at it this way-” Tessa waited as Zara craned her neck to look up at the stars that started to appear in the sky as the sun dipped behind the trees. “I still don’t see it. That’s a star.” Zara shook her head. “Maybe, but you still fell for it.” Tessa lunged forward, throwing her arms around Zara and delivering a kiss underneath Zara’s chin, landing a quick kiss on the side of her neck as well, causing Zara to squeal and squirm in her grasp. “That’s cheating!!” Zara protested, burying her face in Tessa’s chest in embarrassment. “It’s not my fault you keep falling for it!” Tessa snickered, kissing the top of Zara’s head. “We’ve been out here all day. You think it’s time to head back?” Tessa glanced up at the sky. “Probably.” Zara kissed the side of Tessa’s chin. “Gotcha.” “Oh, please, let you have that one.” Tessa teased, letting go of Zara and stretching, watching the fireflies beginning to dance over the water. “..Have you seen J and Sive? I haven’t seen them in a bit.” Zara looked around, standing up and gently stretching her own joints. “They didn’t already head back, did they?” Tessa shook her head. “J wouldn’t leave me out here. They’re around somewhere, we just have to find them.” She took Zara’s hand, leading her around the edge of the bank and up onto the rocks. “Careful” She warned. “It’s a little harder to maneuver in the dark.” Zara held onto her. “No kidding. I can’t see a th-” She gasped as her leg slipped between a few loose rocks, frantically attempting to regain her balance, before ultimately losing and sliding down towards the water, taking Tessa with her. They tumbled for a moment, both landing just enough into the shallow water to soak up to their hips. Zara’s head landed on a patch of grass, thankfully, wincing and groaning in pain as she lay there for a moment. And then she felt the weight of Tessa on top of her. “….Y’know, if you wanted more snuggles, all you had to do was ask.” She teased. Now furiously blushing, Zara curled her hands to her chest, staring up at Tessa as she kept her unintentionally pinned down. “…You look really pretty from this angle~” Zara squeaked in embarrassment. “I’m serious, the moonlight really highlights your freckles.” Tessa leaned down to kiss Zara’s nose, stopping to catch her own breath and make sure neither of them had any broken limbs. “…You good?” She sat back, offering a hand to Zara. “Anything hurt?” “Just my pride.” She winced again. “…A little sore.” Tessa flopped back onto the grass. “…Maybe we can wait a few more minutes.” “Please.” Zara happily sighed, rolling onto her stomach, not caring at all that her dress had now been stained by the grass and water. She let her chin rest on Tessa’s chest, closing her eyes and nuzzling into her girlfriend as Tessa wrapped her arms around Zara and held her close. There were four bodies on the riverbank that night, two drones, and two humans. And there were four souls full of love.

:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·: Sive. Love. Love, Sive, Sive love, Love, Love. J had been pacing ever since they returned home. Sive had returned to her duties of cleaning out James’ office {Though Tessa had promised her that she’d be seeing J a lot more often}, but J kept thinking about her.

“I know that look. J’s in love.” Cyn watched J pacing around the common area of the manor, sprawled out on the floor, surrounded by markers and pieces of paper that she and V were scribbling on. “She seems a lot happier! ..y’know, minus the pacing.” V nodded.

Is this right? Is this okay? Am I supposed to feel this way? No, it has to be a malfunction- but we kissed! I love her, we kissed! She held my hand we told each other goodnight! She had resorted to biting at what was left of her claws, deep in throught as she paced around the furniture. Too deep in thought to notice when Zara entered, until she ran headfirst in to the human.

“J!” Her excited and flustered demeanor was immediately replaced by a scowl. “Miss Rose.” J forced a smile. “Have you seen Tessa around? I meant to give her something that I found on our walk today!” Bitebitebitebitekillkillbite J shook her head. “No, I haven’t seen her since we got home. I assumed she was with you.” Zara frowned, looking J over for a moment. “…Are you alright?” “What do you care?” J hissed. It finally hit the surface. She couldn’t bite it back anymore. “J?” Zara worriedly tilted her head, worriedly reaching a hand out to place it on the drone’s shoulder. “Is everything okay? Did I do something wr-” J’s teeth just barely missed Zara’s palm. The human yelped in surprise and stumbled backwards. “Don’t fucking touch me.” J hissed, taking a threatening step forwards. “All of this is your fault.” She could see the fear in the human’s eyes. “What are you talking about?” Zara held her hands up in defense, now backed against the wall.

“Wait.” Cyn grabbed V’s arm, stopping the drone from ripping J apart. “She’s going to kill her!” V hissed. Cyn shook her head. “Let this play out. If she hurts Zara, we kill her.” “You’re taking Tessa away! With you here, she won’t need us anymore, and you’re going to make her get rid of us!” J inched closer. She stopped moving when she noticed the tears dripping down Zara’s cheeks. She’d made her cry. That….wasn’t the intention. The room fell silent, save for Zara’s shaky breaths. J wasn’t sure if she loved it or hated it. And then Zara spoke. If the room hadn’t been silent, she wouldn’t have been heard at all. ..and it…hurt. The way her voice shook. Something in J’s processor hated the fear in the human’s voice, the hurt. “…you….you really think I want you gone…?”

Zara had tried to be friendly, but J always shoved her off. Why get close to the person that’s going to take your only friend away from you? J never took her eyes off her, even as Zara lowered herself to the ground and buried her face in her knees. “..Why would I ever…? …N-no.” Zara shook her head, finally looking back up at J. “..I want Tessa to be happy- and you and N and V and Cyn- you’re a part of what makes her happy. I’m not going to take that away from her- never!” J’s shoulders untensed. “Why do you hate me?” It was a genuine question. J took a breath and looked down. “…Tessa’s been more interested in you. You’re always right beside her- she’s always looking at you.” Zara wiped away her tears with the sleeve of her dress. “…Because I’ve never had someone love me like Tessa.” And then it clicked. Zara was like Sive. They’d both been deprived of love. Neither truly knew what it was like to feel wanted- to feel loved and needed. J had always had a place. N, V, Cyn and Grimm, even before Tessa found them, they’d been loved. J finally noticed the scars on Zara’s shoulders, and the bruise just below her right eye. “I’m not trying to take her away from any of you- none of you are getting replaced, I just..” Zara glanced down. “…I’m scared that if I let go of her for too long, she’s going to leave me.” More uncomfortable minutes of silence. New feelings washed over J. Sympathy. Guilt. Fear, She shook her head. “..Tessa wouldn’t do that.” J cautiously inched closer, sitting down beside Zara and laying her head against the human’s side. “…..Promise me.” Zara tilted her head, looking down at the drone as she forced her way into Zara’s arms, now sitting her lap, nose-to-nose with her. “Promise me you aren’t going to take Tessa away or make her get rid of us.” Zara sniffled and nodded, brushing away a few more tears. “I promise.” “Swear on your life?” “Swear on my life.” Zara raised a hand giving J a little scratch on the head, quietly giggling as J leaned into the touch and cuddled up to Zara, staring off into space as Zara worked to calm herself down more. She considered her actions. Okay so maybe V was right. Maybe I was a little unreasonable. She let the purr coming from her throat be a sign of contentment and forgiveness for the human. “…Hey, Zara?” “Yeah, J?” J Sheepishly looked up at her. “..Tessa’s in her room reading. And I’m sorry I pushed you and V down the stairs.” “Wait, what?”

[jurygarroth]

my playlists r private :(

but im sending fav songs from them anyways bc i am a nuisance :)

(garroth)

brother // madds buckley

the family jewels // marina

history hates lovers // oublaire

top of my school // katherine lynn-rose

family line // conan gray

time moves slow // badbadnotgood

two birds // regina spektor

my alcoholic friends // the dresdon dolls

la seine // vanessa paradis

-🍃

CHRIST ON A POPSICLE STICK this was hard work but i'll do it for you [pasted + formatted under readmore]

me again!!

(vylad)

god must hate me // catie turner

viva la vida // coldplay

the author // luz

like i remember you // vera blue

wires // the neighbourhood

glory and gore // lorde

dog days are over // florence + the machine

little pistol // mother mother

the hand that feeds // the crane wives

arsonist's lullaby // hozier

the night we met // lord huron

sunlight // hozier

pretty little things // the crane wives

kalmia kid // chloe moriondo

poison // stick and poke

working for the knife // mitski

a burning hill // mitski

where is my mind? // the pixies

hansel // sodikken

hold yourself tight // the scary jokes

bad apple!! // richaadeb

dread in my heart // mother mother

brother // madds buckley

the horror and the wild // the amazing devil

blame // air traffic controller

in our bedroom after the war // stars

liar // the arcadian wild

the moon will sing // the crane wives

time moves slow // badbadnotgood

like real people do // hozier

(aphmau)

sweet hibiscus tea // penelope scott

under my skin // jukebox the ghost

anxiety song // human petting zoo

do it 4 yrself (di4y) // human petting zoo

kingdom dance // tangled

never love an anchor // the crane wives

the moss // cosmo sheldrake

cryptid (mothman) // ratwyfe

i was an island // john-allison weiss

the daughter of the fish and the ram // the scary jokes

vanilla curls // teddy hyde

class of 2013 (live) // mitski

down the river // the crane wives

(dante)

two birds // regina spektor

somewhere only we know // keane

the moon will sing // the crane wives

the tree on the hill / percy jackson musical

a sadness runs through him // the hoosiers

rises the moon // liana flores

second child, restless child // the oh hellos

never love an anchor // the crane wives

overgrown garden // beetlebug

stray italian greyhound // vienna teng

in our bedroom after the war // stars

allies or enemies // the crane wives

come with me // chxrlotte

ready now // dodie

call them brothers // regina spektor, only son

brutus // the buttress

drinking song for the socially anxious // the amazing devil

ramblings of a lunatic // bears in trees

brother // kodaline

war of hearts (acoustic ver) // ruelle

(gene)

ambrosia wine // madds buckley

big bad wolf // roses & revolutions

runs in the family // amanda palmer

bad bad things // ajj

this is love // air traffic controller

teeth // 5 seconds of summer

sheep go to heaven // cake

my heart gies bum bum bum // flatsound

don't blame me // taylor swift

raise hell // brandi carlile

...ready for it? // taylor swift

smoke breaks // daddy and the long legs

somebody told me // the killers

losing face // wilbur soot

tongues and teeth // the crane wives

bird song // florence + the machine

revived // derivakat

i don't take insults lightly // madds buckley

monet issues // chase petra

pomegranate seeds // julian moon

choke // i don't know how but they found me

an unhealthy obsession // the blake robinson synthetic orchestra

villains, pt 1 // emma blackery

mama // my chemical romance

blood - end credits // my chemical romance

ignorance // paramore

all i wanted // paramore

the killing kind // marianas trench

rebels // call me karizma

she's my collar // gorillaz, kali uchis

hayloft ii // mother mother

saint bernard // lincoln

i miss having sex but at least i don't wanna die // waterparks

setting yourself up for sarcasm // get scared

killer // the hoosiers

oblivion // halfy & winks

animal i have become // three days grace

horrible kids // set it off

(travis)

the daughter of the fish and the ram // the scary jokes

imposter syndome (live ver) // sidney gish

burn him down! // kitsch club

friends with you // the scary jokes

catabolic seed // the scary jokes

pink smoke // the scary jokes

agatka (agatha! you're being melodramatic!) // weatherday

anxiety song // human petting zoo

onion boy // isaac dunbar

dr. sunshine is dead // will wood and the tapeworms

should've been me // mitski

pleaser // wallows

you are going to hate this // the frights

hate yourself // tv girl

tell me it's okay - demo // paramore

peach scone // hobo johnson

oh klahoma // jack stauber

achilles come down // gang of youths

nights like these // pigeon pit

i can't make you love me // dave thomas junior

vanilla curls // teddy hyde

self care // penelope scott

ship in a bottle // fin

RLLY LONG ONE BTW

(laurance)

ribs // the crane wives

red moon // will wood and the tapeworms

like real people do // hozier

community gardens // the scary jokes, louie zong

fences // destroy boys

too close // sir chloe

be nice to me // the front bottoms

michelle // sir chloe

mr. loverman // ricky montgomery

505 // arctic monkeys

hopelessly devoted to you // olivia newton-john

still into you // paramore

all i wanted // paramore

hey lover! // wabie

hot rod // dayglow

the bidding // tally hall

baby hotline // jack stauber's micropop

oh klahoma // jack stauber

be calm // fun.

dear fellow traveller // sea wolf

lay all your love on me // abba

eighth wonder // lemon demon

your new boyfriend // wilbur soot

the hand that feeds // the crane wives

your best american girl // mitski

indigo night // tamino

the garden // the crane wives

metaphor // the crane wives

the night we met // lord huron

kiss with a fist // florence + the machine

problems // mother mother

a burning hill // mitski

absentee // jack campbell

i want you // mitski

better than me // the brobecks

cigarette daydreams // cage the elephant

tongue tied // grouplove

since i saw vienna // wilbur soot

never love an anchor // the crane wives

creep // radiohead

a sadness runs through him // hoosiers

oleander // mother mother

the moon will sing // the crane wives

icicles // the scary jokes

dark red // steve lacy

ship in a bottle // fin

under my skin // jukebox the ghost

alrighty aphrodite // peach pit

every other freckle // alt-j

curses // the crane wives

everyone // mitski

down the river // the crane wives

october // the crane wives

time moves slow // badbadnotgood

being so normal // peach pit

grenade // bruno mars

the bug collector // haley heynderickx

[hells-sirenqueen]

First of, I'd like to apologize for my absence and lack of answer. I didn't mean to ignore you, my queen, but I had to take a moment, go through a quick existential and religious crisis, cry a bit and now I'm back and I have a couple of other questions, if you're willing to humour me some more.

We're did heaven get the nerve to play bog boss of morality when they are collectively manipulating and lying to basically everyone? Actually, allow me to rephrase that, is heaven aware of the fact that church elders are manipulating and lying to everyone on earth? Do they approve of that? Do the people that do that get into Heaven despite being liars and manipulators? What's the point of even trying to collect supporters and virtues, moral souls if said virtue and morality is fake? Doesn't that defeat the whole purpose of heaven to begin with? What's the point of being good and playing fair if there's a good chunk of possibility that you'll end up in hell just because somebody trucked you? What's the point of being good and playing fair if, assuming you get into Heaven, at the end of the day you'll be surrounded by liars and manipulators? What seperates heaven from hell then?

I'm sorry for bombarding you with questions, your majesty, I'm a bit hysterical right now. As always, thank you for your time.

"Oh, you poor thing. You must be so distressed knowing the truth. Come, take a seat beside me. You seem to be visiting me more often and I feel you require a moment of respite." She pats the seat beside her on her velvet couch.

"A heavy heart deserves a place to rest. As one who has carried the burdens of many upon my shoulders, I welcome you to rest your own here. I doubt you will be offered such a kindness in Heaven. Ah, speaking of which - is there a name you prefer me to call you by, or are you okay with me giving you a pet name? I do not wish to insult a subject that actually shows manners. You are most welcome in my presence. Worry not of the questions you ask. Questioning the higher powers is more or less how I got to where I am now. Always question authority. The more you know, the better educated you will be. Heaven seems to pride themselves with ignorance of the masses. Keep the good souls nice and stupid - out of the loop of any real danger that surrounds them."

A thoughtful hum could be heard from Lilith as she took their many questions into mind. Such an inquisitive individual. How she loved that they were seriously thinking about what was on their mind. She had a feeling that they were well on their way to rebelling against God and Heaven as well.

Another win for Hell when it comes to values.

"I have witnessed many things of what happens between those of mortal clergy and what happens to their souls. Most attempt to put on a brave face, claim that all they do was in the name of God, hoping that buying their way into Heaven would allow them in.

Those that use sin to be on the right side of God are condemned to Hell. It is not unheard of that those who supposedly preach the holy word refused to practice what they preach."

"At the end of the day, it is your actions that weighs against you. Should you prove to be a mostly pure soul - selfless and caring with a sum of virtues within your being, you will be granted into Heaven. Strict rules of Heaven should be no problem for you. Follow directions, do as you are told and don't ask questions. If that sounds ideal, then Heaven is the perfect place for you.

However, if you go against the social norm, question all around you - including authority, use others for your own gain even if you have good intentions, then you will find yourself at home in Hell.

Now you know why Heaven has been oh so eager to slaughter those of us in Hell.

They fear that we will grow in power that will overwhelm them. With so many rebels at their gates they will have no choice but to bend at the knee to our demands. Alas, that will never happen..at least not in the near future anyway. I don't restrict knowledge from my people. If they ask, they receive an answer..that goes for my family as well. Though I may be reluctant to share information, I do my best to share the truth with those of whom are close to me.

Does that answer your questions dear?'

[timtheory]

hellloo!!!!! this is a post about adopt me lore :3 so, for context, i got bored and went up to the sky castle, and found the tims. i decided to talk to them (theres 12 npcs all named tim scattered around), and then i noticed their conversations were very interesting, and decided to go through each tims conversation and write down what i took notice of. so, here it is! the tims are labled 1-12 in the order i talked to them, and the ones with specific names other than just tim are in parentheses :3 (i would provide all the ss but there are a LOT there were 2-3 ss for each tim)

1st tim info:

- sell potions

- a "very lively book" for sale

- book just "arrived one day"

- book says his name is "steve"

- tells not to trust steve

- steve is hard to read

2nd tim info (cool tim):

- rebellion leader (doubtful)??

- "the man" is apparently someone they want to rebel against

- doesnt know HOW to rebel against the man, but thinks it "sounds cool"

- thinks hes cool

3rd tim:

- has a recurring dream each night

- sleep seems "never ending" (hinting at this being a dream? [maybe but doubtful])

- dream world is a "world of pure uncompromising magic"; all perfect/no dark just light

- the dream world feels like its missing something/out of balance (presumably the darkness being gone. does it hint at it being the opposite world of our current? with the magic there, is it all darkness?)

4th tim:

- this is the NORTH POLE?? (is he a liar? i have to ask santa)

5th tim:

- figured out whats going w/ portal (but WHAT)

- everyday life is making potions

- accused player of spying and "corporate espionage" ([meaning taking one companies secrets taking them to another, but WHO?? the other side of the portal? or is he just paranoid?] hinting at them being paranoid? or just this tim? or is it nothing)

- "call sean" so they can apparently (assuming he wasnt saying it for the joke) communicate outside of the castle, by either some sort of thing like a phone or something more magical, or theres someone named sean just chilling there

6th tim:

- autism/j (excuses to talk abt interest [completely lore irrelevant])

-"pets that escaped the portal"can be CAUGHT by setting up "lures" (they look like cartoony traps w/ a box and stick) in your own home

7th tim:

- trying to start a company???

- very obsessed with spoons (they ALL are)

- hates forks

8th tim:

- "we were meant to be this all powerful wizard, but look what happened to us" (spelling mistake in game or they were all supposed to become one? possibly one identity split up into multiple different people? but they dont seem vastly different, as to be different personalities per say)

- "ugh I guess this is what happens when you give people „sentience” and „free will“" (did HE do this? is he also responsible for the book, steve, or was steve from the portal, like a pet you can catch w/ the lures?)

9th tim (foreshadowed tim):

- name is weird. "just felt like a good name

- doesnt trust crazy tim. crazy tim "looks at him like hes weird" (if crazy tim thinks so, u might be, ngl ,,)

- "i know hes basically me" is this a reference to my theory (all them are 1 being separated), or are they just all rlly similar?

- the other tims disagree that he should call crazy tim crazy

- WHY MORE SPOON TALK

10th tim:

- nobody knows why the castle was floating, "its been here long before any of us..."

- its being held up by EXTREMELY strong magic

11th tim (crazy tim):

- claims everyone says hes crazy, whos lying, or is foreshadowed tim just not speaking fully in the present?

- might actually be crazy.

- "im just trying to swap someones brain with a battery" just. JUST????

- says he wants to test it on something w/ similar dna to him, and speculates about a spoon. what is their deal w/ spoons

12th tim:

- says theyre able to mass-produce "campfire cookie baits" saying they appear when a lure ints w/ ur house. in a good or bad way?

- then panics like he wasnt supposed to say that, but 6th tim talks about them to the player like its fine to share

[scrip-doodles]

Nightmare and his baby gang Chapter 18

Previous chapter

At some times Blue found out that telling Nightmare he was his brother-in-law was the best thing he had ever done here. Now that he gained the uncle role, all of the kids were listening to him, even Killer! It wasn’t easy at first but when Killer started rebelling himself and screaming about Blue being an imposter and a liar, Nightmare intervened. H, alle told his children to respect their uncle and to listen to him when he wasn’t here or in his office. Killer was reluctant at first but he finally listened with some time.

Nightmare was so far away from the big bad guys Blue thought he was, making the young warrior wonder why he was spreading negativity and ruining people’s lives like that.

He just couldn’t see him as a bad guy anymore; He was such a loving father, seriously how could someone that collected kids’ drawings and read bedtime stories, be evil? 

Today was just a normal day in Nightmare’s castle. The kids were drawing, Killer was surprisingly calm and Blue was cooking breakfast. The only outstanding thing was Nightmare’s absence. Usually, the negativity guardian was the first to get up and always cooked breakfast. 

The absence of their guardian made the kids nervous at first but when Blue checked his room and noticed that he was just sleeping he reassured them. Maybe he needed some rest, after all taking care of four kids wasn’t an easy thing to do. It kinda worried him, will he be a parent as good as Nightmare?

“Sorry boys I’m late! I’ll make breakfast fast, don't worry.” Nightmare said in a hurry while he was going down the stairs.

“Don’t worry, Nightmare! I got it!” Blue said with a warm smile, a plate of pancakes in his hands.

Nightmare squinted a little as if he wasn’t seeing Blue correctly and nodded after thanking him. The little warrior frowned when he took a closer look at the guardian. Nightmare looked like hell.

His eye-light was blurry and a cyan blush was covering his face like he had a severe fever. His goop was more fluid and slimy than ever, his tentacles were stranded on the ground and he was holding himself on the wall.

“Dad, you don’t look okay…” Dust said with a worried voice

“No no, don’t worry I’m fine Dust. I just need some quiet time, do you think you can keep your brother quiet today?”

Dust nodded with a determined gaze, if his daddy weren’t feeling great he would do anything in his power to help him relax and get better. Even calming Killer down!

“You’re a good boy,” The guardian said with a smile while he was petting his son’s head.

Blue wasn’t buying it. Nightmare wasn’t good, he was sick and he dealt with a sick Dream enough time to know that the guardian wouldn’t take care of him if he wasn’t forced. 

When Dream was sick it was hell at home, he became grumpy, and refused to take care of himself because “People need me. I can't be lazy like that!” Urg… Sometimes Blue wanted to crush the villagers that put those stupid ideas in his husband’s skull. 

The golden guardian was so irritating that even Ink had difficulties taking care of him. They had to team up and Blue stopped computing the amount of time when he had to put medicine in Dream’s food because he was too stubborn to simply take it.

So determined and ready for any possible tantrum, Blue moved toward the negativity guardian and checked if he had a fever. As expected he had a high one.

“You’re staying in your bed for today Nightmare. With a fever like that you shouldn’t even have gotten up.”

“What?! No! I need to take care of-”

“Tututu! I don’t want to hear anything! You don’t want the boys to be sick right? Go to bed!” Blue said with his spatula in his hand, ready to carry Nightmare to his bed himself if he had to.

“They can’t have it and I’m perfectly able to stay up and take care of my kids!”

“Oh yeah? Well go ahead and walk in a straight line for me.” The little warrior said arms crossed with a severe look on his face.

“That’s a drunk test, not a sickness test…” Nightmare muttered, starting to walk in a line.

Blue's little mission was harder than it seemed, especially since he couldn’t see anything that wasn’t blurry or spinning around him. After three attempts he finally gave up with a sight.

“Fine, I can't do it! Happy?” 

“No. I’ll be happy when you go to bed and start getting some rest! Now shoo!”

Killer and Cross took their dad’s hands and started leading him into his bedroom. Blue would have let them do it if Nightmare hadn’t fallen into the ground because his legs couldn’t support him anymore and that Killer and Cross couldn’t carry a full-grown adult. 

Blue hurried to the side of his brother-in-law and helped him. Nightmare’s room was far away from the kitchen but it was in the quietest zone of the castle so he should be able to get some rest. The boys were following them like little ducklings and Blue found it adorable. 

Once Blue put the guardian under a warm blanket, he closed all of the curtains and prepared some water for Nightmare to drink. When you have a fever it was better to stay hydrated. He also gave him a bucket just in case, because you never know.

“I’m not in sugar I can handle myself alone…” Nightmare groaned to Blue exasperation.

They both had the unhealthiest mechanisms that he ever knew, which was weird for the sons of a tree. Plants are supposed to have good health mechanisms.

“It’s crazy how both of you can’t ask for help when you need it seriously!”

Nightmare groaned and turned his back to the warrior. He perfectly knew who he was talking to and refused to have any conversation linked to Dream with him, not now at least. 

Blue sent the kids away and let Nightmare get some rest. After the boys will eat, he will search for some medicine for the guardian. Lost in his thought he didn’t notice Horror climbing into his back for a hug. When Blue finally felt the sensation of someone hugging him from behind he shrieked a little, not expecting it at all.

“I want a hug!!” The four years old exclaimed with a bright smile.

“Can we have chocolate?”

“No, I want a knife!!”

“Can we draw something?”

A little overwhelmed by the four kids Blue didn’t notice the burning smell of the pancakes he was cooking before helping Nightmare to get into his room. It was only when he saw the dark smoke in the kitchen that he started panicking.

“Oh, my stars!!”

“Blue the kitchen is on fire!!” Cross screamed hugging Dust against him.

“It smells bad!” Killer exclaimed before throwing water on it and before Blue could say anything the fire got bigger.

“I think dad has some fire extinguisher in the corridor closet.” Dust said staying away from the fire.

Before Blue could even go and get one, a portal opened over him and a fire extinguisher fall right in front of the little warrior. Blue turned his head to the source of the magic of the portal and saw Nightmare out of breath on the stairs. 

Blue didn’t lose any seconds and extinguished it. There has been more fear than damage. The kids were safe and except for the pancakes and the oven that didn’t like the fire, nothing has been broken.

“Nightmare thank you but you were supposed to rest!”

“ As if you could handle my four little chaos makers and the chores of the castle alone. I’m calling Error.”

Blue avoided his eye as guilt was hitting him hard. He hadn’t spoken with Error since the last week and he wasn’t sure the destroyer wanted to see him again. He explained everything to Nightmare but apparently, the guardian didn’t care. 

The guardian was sitting against the wall on the stairs his head on his knees and the phone in his hand. The kids were now around him, Blue didn’t even notice they moved away from him and was starting to wonder how the guardian was doing taking care of them all day. 

“What?! I’m not coming for him I’m warning you Octopus!!” Error screamed on the phone. 

“I need your help Ru. Just come please.” Nightmare said with a weak voice still out of breath on the stairs.

Blue approached the guardian and carried him to the couch where he could lie down for a moment. Error didn’t answer and suddenly hang up. With a sorry look, Blue looked at Nightmare, if he hadn’t been spiteful to Error, Nightmare would have received help.

“Don’t worry he’ll come, it’s not the first time.”

“What do you mean it’s not the first time? Are you sick often? I didn’t know you had poor health.”

Nightmare seemed to be hesitant and wary, he was nervously playing with the zip of Dust’s hoody while the little skeleton was hugging him. Finally, he sighed and started talking.

“When I can’t gather enough negativity I get sick. It’s like food for me and I can’t live without it. Lately, it’s been kinda hard for me to get some with the kids on the hands and you. I’m too weak to go out and get some or to fight Dream and Ink. There is too much positivity for me to survive so I have to create my own energy. The multiverse needs to be balanced so there has to be the same amount of positivity and negativity.” 

Blue looked at the guardian horrified. Since the beginning Nightmare just tried to survive?! It was awful, he was awful. Dream needed to know about this! He needed to know that they could stop fighting. That they had to stop creating new positivity!

“Oh, my stars…If you’re under this Balance’s control does Error too? Is it why he destroys universes, even if he hates it? We need to tell Ink and Dream! They need to know we could stop fighting!”

“No. You’re not telling Dream anything!”

Blue looked at the guardian shocked. Why didn’t he want to talk about it with him? It could stop their little war and help him to get better.

“Why? It could help you so much!”

“ Because I refuse to go back to the past like Dream wants!!” Nightmare screamed furious with his hands shaking.

Blue stayed quiet, surprised by the guardian’s reaction while the kids tried to get closer and hug tighter their father. He never saw Nightmare like this, the guardian always have some composure and here he was shaking and angry. Obviously, it was a touchy subject. The warrior was about to say something but before he could do or say anything a pixels portal opened right next to the guardian letting Error come into the living room.

“Stay away from him Blue.” The destroyer said with a cold and menacing tone. Some of his strings were in his hand ready to attack the little warrior if necessary.

[the-rose-gardens]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62792281/chapters/162921910

Latest chapter of Liar Rebel Pet is now posted! I hope everyone enjoys Samantha's Playdate

[trickstercaptain]

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝—𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝟖-𝟏𝟎 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞—𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 !

canon verse:

1. jack sparrow  /  hans zimmer 2. vagabond  /  tommee profitt ft. fjøra 3. the mariner’s revenge song  /  the decemberists 4. see what i’ve become  /  zack hemsey 5. ship in a bottle  /  fin 6. liar  /  the arcadian wild 7. legends never die  /  against the current 8. crazy = genius  /  panic! at the disco 9. underwater  /  mika 10. the devil you know  /  x ambassadors

modern verse:

1. running away  /  sherlock s4 soundtrack 2. sharp dressed man  /  zz top 3. rebel rebel  /  david bowie 4. money money money  /  abba 5. it’s a sin  /  pet shop boys 6. start me up  /  rolling stones 7. roxanne  /  the police 8. god save the queen  /  sex pistols 9. bohemian like you  /  the dandy warhols 10. i’m going slightly mad  /  queen

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 : @spynorth 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 : @freaksurrounded, @stardustvein ( mike or jacob! ), @thecodekeeper, @lighthouseborn, @musecraft ( your pick! ) & whoever else would like to do this!

[o-wyrmlight]

Madeleine's love language? Mostly, it's action.

It's less about the intimacy and more about letting the other person know that he cares about them. It's bringing them food, keeping them company, indulging in the interests that the other person shares. It's draping blankets over their shoulders when they sleep and giving small gifts and trinkets that reminded him of them. It's pulling them into hugs, draping his arm over their shoulder, sharing his vision of the world as loud and boldly as he pleases. He does this with both friends and romantic partners, and there is no differentiation between them.

And he would want to be honest with them, of course. Because any good relationship has a foundation overlaid with good communication. And maybe, at some point--he would try to be honest. Rebel against every grain of sugar in his dough that's screaming 'danger'. But he would try. Because eventually, Madeleine will want to be better, is the thing. People deserve a better version of himself than what he has been.

I'm not really sure if Madeleine would have any favorite flowers. Maybe sunflowers, because they 'always look on the bright side of life'? I'm not much of a flower person myself, to be honest, but that strikes me as very Crumbled Castles AU Madeleine.

And this is going to be very ironic, coming from Madeleine, the Liar. But he hates it when people lie to him. He also hates it when last-second changes to plans end up happening--like, for example. You're working and you get off in thirty minutes, and then your boss says, 'Hey, do you want to stay for another three hours?' That ticks him right off, but he's a good liar, so he goes along with it. He's also not much of a fan of indecision. Not sure how many of these can count as pet peeves, though.

[strawbrymuriel]

Predatory

The Galactic Alliance had really outdone themselves this time. Inviting humans to join the alliance? What were they thinking? Humans were fine-bones, pathetic creatures with no natural defenses. They were like pets.

Many of the species in the alliance had turned up their muzzles and scoffed. What good would humans be? They were so far behind in technological defenses, and all of their medicines only served their species, not any others.

When the human representative (”Uh, I’m Skip. They/them.”) arrived at the table and scurried up one of the tall chairs awkwardly, though surprisingly athletic, and sat at the table, many members of the alliance bared their teeth.

Skip cringed a little bit, but did not whimper and cower like how many presumed. Instead, they sat up straighter and their gaze darkened slightly. Hm. How curious. 

As per tradition, Skip was asked questions about their species. The human answered them with grace, admitting their flaws just as prideful as they admitted the good parts to their race. 

Finally, the head of the table, Okl’ad, opened xer mouth to ask a question. “What predators does your species battle on Earth? What experience do you have in the art of surviving?”

Skip tilted their head slowly, baring their teeth in what the humans called a smile. Many alliance members fought against shivering. “What predators?”

Okl’ad blinked. “You do not mean to say your species has no predators?”

“Oh, we did,” Skip nodded, still with their slightly widened eyes and their creepy twisted grin. Okl’ad shrunk back against xer chair. “In the past. We hunted most of them to extinction with a method we call persistence hunting.”

Whatever persistence hunting was, the alliance did not want to encounter it for themselves. 

______________________________________________________________

When the rebels attacked the Galactic Alliance’s mother ship, no one was prepared. The mother ship was left in ruins, the members on it dead. The secondary leaders had been attacked also, although they were much more prepared after having watched the mother ship get decimated.

The humans had been locked away in the bunker, knowledge of their sad bodies keeping them locked away. It was a good thing, the other species had thought, especially after the rebels had torn through them and left every single one of them inured and unable to fly the ship.

The rebels themselves had been injured in the skirmish. They left the ship safe, assuming that it would not matter if it was a destroyed or kept in one piece. The pilots could not fly, so therefore they would all die.

They had not counted for the humans.

Skip had found a way to leave the bunker, unlocking it and allowing the other humans to leave. There about five of them, just like there was on every ship. They ran down the halls, the doctors and medics dragging their alien friends to the hospital wing.

Skip had sat in the corner of the hospital, eyes cold and calculating as they flicked between the injured party. They sucked in a breath, sitting up straight and walked away. One of their human friends chased after them, stumbling and muttering curses on the way.

Skip went straight for the the pilots station, where they knew they could fly the ship. Their friend, Hari, stood next to them, his buzzing nervous energy resembling the wings of a hummingbird.

“Skip, what are you going to do?” he asked, wringing his hands together. Skip let a nasty smile rise to their face, their eyes focused entirely in front of them. Hari cocked his head curiously at the expression.

“What we do best,” Skip spat. “Persistence hunting.”

________________________________________________________________

Hari and Skip alternated between piloting and sleeping while the other humans tended to the injured. When the usual pilot (a lovely alien named Uyatd) was well enough to sit up, he was sat in the corner of the room, watching the two humans warily.

“We cannot catch up to the rebels, at this rate,” ve said, his eyes narrowed with uncertainty. Skip looked over their shoulder to look at ver, eyebrows shooting upwards. “We are going on a wild goose chase.”

“They are going to run out of fuel eventually.”

“So are we.”

“There is a planet close-by on the alliance’s side we can re-fuel at,” Skip informed, pointing to the hologram map on the wall. Uyatd blinked in surprise. “There are no rebel planets anywhere near here.”

Uyatd realized that ve was witnessing the very thing humans prided themselves on so many years ago. The persistence hunting and the packs they lived in. Many species had not understood the purpose of human pack bonding, but...

Watching Hari and Skip work together was mesmerizing. The way they spoke to each other without words as if in a hive mind. The way they knew where to go and analyzed their allies.

Uyatd stopped worrying about catching the rebels.

________________________________________________________________

True to Skip’s word, the rebel shipped guttered and eventually stopped moving entirely. Skip and Hari shared feral grins, slowly rolling up towards the other ship. Uyatd watched warily, ver gills turning a nervous green colour.

“Don’t worry,” Skip offered, patting Uyatd on the paw gently. The human softened their smile into an affectionate one. “We’ll be back soon, safe and alive.”

Uyatd blinked- Skip had pack bonded to vem, hadn’t they? Since when did that happen? It must have been between Uyatd’s nervous rambling or when ve stood over the human’s shoulder, watching them work. 

“See ya soon,” Hari beamed, slinging a gun over his shoulder. “Hopefully they surrender peacefully, but ya know. It’s always nice to have something just in case.”

Skip caught the weapon thrown at them in one hand, studying it intensely. Skip worked with mechanics and piloting, so the gun must be new to them. Still, they took it with stride and pushed it to hand over their shoulder.

“Toodles,” Hari and Skip high-fived in perfect synchronization as they disappeared down the hall. 

Uyatd shook ver head- humans didn’t have a hive mind, they had said? The liars.

________________________________________________________________

The rebels had surrendered with a couple of grumbles (and a shot to the leg, since the humans had to show they were completely willing to kill them if necessary) and audible relief that they were getting more fuel.

Fair enough. It wasn’t like they had much choice- surrender or die in the large expanse of space. Their food supplies would not last forever. Skip and Hari shared celebratory ‘whoops’ of excitement, performing a complicated hand shake.

They arrived back on their own ship with limited fuss, greeting a stressed Uyatd. The alien’s gills had gone a strange mix of green and purple- pride and fear. Skip merely grinned at vem and threw their arms around vem. 

Hari laughed at the surprised look on Uyatd’s face. It was a normal dynamic, as if the two humans had not chased down a powerful group of rebels across space, threatened to leave them starving, then saved them.

It was a human’s average Thursday.

[gh0st-patr0l]

Tommy and Tubbo - An Analysis

Thats right baby we're really fuckin gonna do this,

Just so yall know, this was written on December 5th, directly after the exile.

I really wanna talk about what, I feel, has been the crux of this entire arc; Tommy and Tubbo's relationship, and how it is inherently flawed.

I know that might sound strange- after all, aren't they best friends? And yes! They are! But I think what this arc has revealed is that it wasn't the most stable or healthy relationship. Think about it- what was the source of the conflict between them? When you strip it down to the core, it was exactly what Tubbo pointed out after Tommy screwed over their negotiations. It was respect.

Tommy has never fully respected Tubbo. I don't mean to say that this was purposeful or malicious- I want to stress that Tubbo and Tommy always have genuinely loved each other and were never intentionally unkind. But the nature of their relationship had sort of developed into this protagonist-and-sidekick dynamic. Which was fine, when the two of them were on the same page! Tommy took the lead and Tubbo was happy to help, because why wouldn't he be?

The problems only started when Tubbo was put into a position of authority.

This is where the lack of respect becomes an issue. Because the one thing that has always plagued Tubbo is that he is never taken seriously. People never listen to him- least of all Tommy! Watch any discussion from any of the main plot points of this arc. Tubbo barely gets a word in edgewise in any of them, and he's the fucking president! Even when the country is in his hands, he's ignored, talked over, and dismissed. And at the center of it is Tommy, shouting over him, encouraging anyone else involved to do the same.

And while we're talking about being listened to, I wanna remind you all of something Wilbur said, back during the festival. He said that Tubbo is a yes man. Tommy was quick to deny that, to defend Tubbo- but in reality? He was right.

Tubbo isn't necessarily a good liar. In fact, he's pretty abysmal at it. But one thing he's proven himself to be good at, time and time again, is being amicable. At going along with things, at saying yes, at hiding hiding any feelings that may conflict with whoever is in charge. It's something he defaults to- just accepting that his input doesn't matter, that it's easier to shut up and nod along. And as unintentional as it may be, Tommy has consistently taken advantage of that.

The argument right before the exile is a prime example. Tubbo was clearly opposed to the war plan. He said so, many times, and clearly didn't want to agree! But Tommy and Quackity and Fundy refused to let him speak his mind. They kept pushing, they made it clear that they wouldn't take no for an answer, and finally Tubbo defaulted- he said yes, because that's what they wanted from him. That's what they expected from him.

Of course, this was purely unintentional. Tommy undoubtedly never considered that the way he treated Tubbo was hurtful. But then, that's the point, isn't it? He never considered that. He never stopped to think about what Tubbo wants, how Tubbo feels about things, because why would he? Tubbo is just going to agree and be fine, isn't he?

This becomes more outwardly malicious when they talk about Tubbo's responsibility. Tommy repeatedly brings up in their arguments that he didn't want Tubbo to be president. That Tubbo wasn't his first choice- which, honestly, is kind of just mean on it's own. But he also reminds Tubbo that L'Manburg is on his shoulders now, that he can't afford to mess up- in between telling him that he can't possibly entertain the idea of exiling him. He creates this vicious double standard; never letting Tubbo really speak his own mind, yet putting all of the pressure and culpability on him for the fallout. Expecting Tubbo to be fine with taking the blame for what he does and wants. Expecting everything to stay as it always has been.

And that's where the discs come in.

When they argue, Tommy always says the same thing- that it's always been him and Tubbo versus Dream, that it's always been about the discs. And that is exactly the issue. That's where Tommy's ignorance shines through. He always assumed that he knew what Tubbo wanted and what Tubbo cared about. He assumed that Tubbo stuck with him because he wanted the discs as much as he did. But that was never the case.

Ranboo made a very astute comment towards the end of Tubbo's vod- about how the discs don't actually have a physical meaning, but that they're more of a symbol. That the discs have always represented power. They represent the struggle between Dream and Tommy for control. The fight between Dream and Tommy has always been about power, from the start.

But as Tubbo tells Ranboo, earlier in their talks- he doesn't care about power. He never has. (This is mostly my reasoning for why I don't really like the concept of Tubbo "being the next Schlatt", but that's a different conversation...) He didn't ask to be president. He was thrust into power- into responsibility- that he never wanted. He doesn't even want to keep the presidency! He fully intends for it to be passed on to Ranboo in the election.

No- For Tubbo, it was never about the discs. It was never about power. It was only ever about Tommy.

When Tommy went to war with Dream over the discs, Tubbo didn't help because he wanted them. He helped because it was Tommy, because this was what Tommy wanted and what would make him happy, so of course Tubbo would help- how could he not? And when Tommy joined L'manburg and the revolution, Tubbo joined, too- not necessarily because he wanted to separate from the SMP, but because it was what Tommy wanted, and he could help, so he did. And when Tommy and Wilbur were exiled? Tubbo put aside his morals, everything he stood for, to become a rebel spy. Because Tommy needed him to. Then, they won the war, and L'Manburg was still destroyed. Tubbo was the president of a crater- and he started to rebuild, from the ground up. Because Tommy told him he had to.

Tommy kept talking about how much he sacrificed for L'manburg, but hadn't Tubbo made sacrifices, too? Time and time again, Tubbo has put aside everything he had or wanted for Tommy. He's lost his house, his pets, everything he cared about, over and over. And it was always for Tommy.

Tommy was all Tubbo had ever cared about. He always had been. But what Tubbo realized, as he was standing on that wall, was that Tommy didn't feel the same way. That Tommy would always choose the discs over him. That Tommy cared more about power than he did about his best friend.

And that, in the end, is why Tubbo chose to exile Tommy.

Tubbo knew that the war wouldn't end well. He knew that Tommy was leading them into another hopeless battle. He knew that once again, he was going to have to sacrifice everything he had and cared about for Tommy's discs. For a stupid power struggle he doesn't even have a part in.

But this time, the choice was his. He could choose to hold on to something. He could choose to stop, and think, and do things his way. Being in exile isn't fun, but Tommy knows how to take care of himself. He'll be fine, and Tubbo knew that. He didn't exile him out of malice. He did what, in his mind, he had to do.

Because Tubbo knows first hand that Tommy won't just go down with his ship- he'll drag anyone he can down with him, kicking and screaming, no matter how many times he has to. He'd burn L'Manburg to the ground if it meant he got those discs, and Tubbo knows that. He wasn't wrong when he said Tommy is a liability. Tommy's priorities are with his vendettas- Tubbo's is with his people. This was where their paths had to diverge.

The separation is going to be interesting. I think it will be an incredibly good opportunity for character development. And I also see this whole arc as an amazing stress-test.

People keep talking about how Tommy and Tubbo's friendship will never be the same, but I don't think that's a bad thing. I think that however long it takes, in the end, Tommy and Tubbo will make amends, build again, and be better off for it.

After all- Tubbo still has Tommy's last disc, doesn't he?

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Fic: The Rebellion of Adrien Agreste ch. 1-2

Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Gabriel Agreste | Papillon | Hawk Moth, Juleka Couffaine/Rose Lavillant, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Luka Couffaine, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug & Kagami Tsurugi, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Luka Couffaine, Lila Rossi/karma, Gabriel Agreste | Papillon | Hawk Moth/aneurism, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug/Kagami Tsurugi, Plagg & Tikki

Characters: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Gabriel Agreste | Papillon | Hawk Moth, Lila Rossi, Jagged Stone, Plagg, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Luka Couffaine, Penny Rolling, Anarka Couffaine, Rose Lavillant, Juleka Couffaine, Kagami Tsurugi, Alya Césaire, Chloé Bourgeois, Wayhem, Nadja Chamack, Nathalie Sancoeur, Sabine Cheng, Tom Dupain, Tikki, Fang, Principal Damocles, Caline Bustier, Ms. Mendeleiev, original minor character, Alec Cataldi, Lila Rossi's Mother, Sabrina Raincomprix, Roger Raincomprix, Mylène Haprèle, Le Gorille | Adrien Agreste's Bodyguard, Nino Lahiffe, Nooroo

Tags: Lila Rossi salt, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Teenage Rebellion, Swearing, Bad Parent Gabriel Agreste, Crack Treated Seriously, Lila Rossi's Lies Are Exposed, Cuddling & Snuggling, Luka Couffaine Needs a Hug, Paparazzi, Parentification, Marinette Dupain-Cheng Needs a Hug, Gabriel Agreste Needs an Aneurism, Uncle Jagged Stone, we're all queer here, the spirit of punk is sometimes just being allowed to be yourself, Kagami Finds Her Groove, punk rock fashion, Savage Kagami, Marinette protection squad, Good Parent Sabine Cheng, Good Parent Tom Dupain, Protective Kagami Tsurugi, Protective Luka Couffaine, Bisexual Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Pansexual Luka Couffaine, Sharing a Bed, Pet Names, LGBTQ Character, LGBTQ Themes, Instagram, Bullying, Social Media, Anxiety, Makeover, Hugs, will cure your acne, Face Punching, Bad Ass Juleka Couffaine, Rumors, Protective Juleka Couffaine, Protective Adrien Agreste, Lawyers, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Holding Hands, accountability, mental health, Jagged Stone's well-paid pet shark, How to Make the Evening News, Sexy eyeliner for days, one fish two fish Lila is a screwed fish, How to have fun and piss Gabriel off, Fuckery, sweet litigious karma, Alya sugar, lawyer shark doo doo doo doo doo doo, Schadenfreude, Bad Ass Alya Césaire, Gaslighting, abuse denormalization, Jagged likes his lawyers like he likes his pets: toothy af, Blood in the Water, Everything you didn’t know you wanted and some things you did, Gabriel Agreste is shark bait, Denial, Consequences, Principal Damocles salt, caline bustier salt, the impotence of Gabriel Agreste, snarky Nooroo, lies and the lying liars who tell them, Lila's brain is a narcissistic hellscape, Lila’s mind is built like an Escher piece, Alec Cataldi salt, Adrien Sugar, wholesome salt, Fu Salt, Kwami Shenanigans, Nooroo is a little shit

Summary: Gabriel decides that Adrien entering a romantic relationship is a good move for the brand. He chooses Lila Rossi as the other half. Adrien nopes tf out.

Notes: I was gonna have it be a slow acceleration, but Adrien was all “Go big or go home.” Also trying to find motivation to write more of this fic.

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“No,” Adrien growled. “Absolutely not!”

Lila made a show of crying, not that anyone in the room believed her tears were real.

Gabriel frowned at him from his desk. “This will be good for the brand—”

“Fuck the brand!”

“Adrien! This is unbecoming. You will be seen to be dating Ms. Rossi. That is final.”

Adrien’s fists were so tight he was sure he had crescents eating into his palms. “Like hell it is! I will not date that—” he gestured at Lila “—lying cow. Not after how she’s hurt my friends.”

Said girl gasped, outraged, and Adrien was glad to see she actually looked truly upset.

His father stood, but kept his voice emotionless, calm, self-assured that he would capitulate. “Cease this ridiculous teenage rebellion.”

He saw red, but oddly it calmed him. “Father, you have not seen teenage rebellion,” he said, his voice almost terrifyingly calm. “But I would be happy to teach you what it looks like if you try to force me to do this.”

Gabriel’s eyes narrowed behind his glasses. Adrien could see him considering that, but then discarding it. “It will be in the papers tomorrow. If you misbehave, you’ll no longer be permitted to go to school.”

Adrien snorted. He knew more ways to escape this house than his father could possibly anticipate—some he’d made himself, even. “Good luck, Gabe. You’re going to need it.”

He spun on his heel before his father could respond and slammed the door behind him. With the enhanced strength he had as the Black Cat Miraculous chosen, the wood cracked audibly.

As he made his way back to his room, he realized the opportunity his father had just placed in his lap. As the face of the brand, Adrien had more power than Gabriel seemed to realize. It was time to stretch those muscles.

He had planning to do.

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His father had spectacularly good timing for pulling this kind of stunt—for Adrien, anyway. He’d heard from a couple of friends of his that a certain rock star was in town. And if anyone was up for promoting teenage rebellion, Adrien had no doubt it would be Jagged Stone.

It was child’s play to sneak out of the house. He didn’t even have to transform to do it. From there it was just making his way to the Grand Paris Hotel. The staff assumed he was there to see Chloé, so getting in was no problem. Jagged Stone always rented the same suite, so that wasn’t an issue, either.

The hard part, he knew, would come after he knocked on the door.

Jagged opened the door, and then peered at him suspiciously.

“Um, M. Stone, I don’t know if you remember me but—”

The rock star suddenly broke into a wide grin. “Oh, you’re Marinette’s model friend, right?”

Adrien blinked. Maybe this wouldn’t be so hard. His rock idol knew him?

Sadly, he had no time to fanboy.

“Yes, Adrien. I was wondering if I could trouble you for some help?”

And so that was how Adrien Agreste wound up sitting in Jagged Stone’s suite, petting Fang, and telling him about the woe that was the obsession his father had with Lila Rossi, Liar Extraordinaire.

“She said I had a what?”

“A kitten. And she got Marinette expelled and is just being really awful to her.”

Jagged opened a cell phone. “Penny, I need you. Yes, I know I sent you for macrons, but this is really important. Bring my niece with.”

When he was finished, he turned to Adrien again. “We’ll get that taken care of.”

“That’s not all, M. Stone.”

He pressed forward, telling his idol of the relationship he was being forced into and his promise to show Gabriel Agreste just what he could do if he really rebelled.

When he was done, Jagged’s face was gleeful in an almost terrifying way.

“Oh, please tell me I get to help with this?” At Adrien’s nod the man whooped in excitement. “Brilliant. Once my niece gets here, we’ll plan properly. She’s a planner, that one. Smart as a whip.”

Adrien blinked. “Your niece?”

“Marinette, of course! Honorary niece.”

His jaw dropped. Marinette had always had the upper hand on Lila, could call in Jagged at any moment to destroy her, and had held back. He never should’ve stopped her.

“My father can’t know she helped. He’s got so much power in the fashion industry, and I don’t want to hurt her career.”

Jagged waved away his concerns. “Mate, listen. From what I understand you’re the face of that company. You have the power, not him. Get you in some Marinette originals, and he can’t undo the fame that’ll bring her.”

Adrien hadn’t considered that. “I just don’t want her hurt.”

He heard the door open, and then a soft, “Adrien?”

It meant he had to explain the situation all over again, letting Jagged Stone assure her that he was going to pop the liar’s kitten whopper as soon as possible.

“I can stop by your school with Fang, yeah? They can’t keep me from saying hi to my favorite niece.”

Marinette bit her lip. “That would be helpful, but for Adrien…”

Adrien smiled. “I want you to design me a new look. Something we can do here and now—maybe with the discrete help of some of the hotel staff, since they have that nice spa and such. Hair dye, new clothes. Maybe some fake piercings. Oooh, a fake tattoo?”

Jagged glanced at Penny, who looked uncertain about this. “Don’t be a party pooper, Penny.”

“His father might sue you,” she pointed out.

“Like I care. I have money.” He grinned. “And for what? Giving his kid a makeover?”

“French law—”

“Nope, don’t care. It’s happening. Get his sizes and go to my favorite stores. Adrien, what color scheme?”

Adrien blinked. He hadn’t thought that far. He glanced at Marinette. “Um, do you think Chat Noir would mind if I used his colors? I think of him when I think teenage rebellion.”

That was more because being Chat Noir had up to this point been his way of rebelling, but she didn’t need to know that.

To his surprise, Marinette grinned, the smile wide enough to match Jagged’s. “Oh, I like that idea. Chains and spikes? Fake lip ring and septum?”

“Absolutely!”

Jagged made a shooing motion at Penny, who rolled her eyes and headed toward the door, before joining in. “Now how about this idea: black and neon green hair, done to look like a skunk’s stripes!”

Adrien was surprised to find himself laughing honestly at the idea. He’d been so angry less than an hour ago, but this was truly fun. “This makes me think of those J-Rock bands, how they used to dress up.”

Jagged’s phone let out a guitar riff and he glanced at it. “Oh, right. Penny needs your measurements. Shoe size, too. Definitely some stomping boots, I think.”

He handed over his unlocked phone for Adrien to text.

“I’ll call the salon, yeah?”

Adrien nodded, texting the information, then froze. “Wait, Chloé might tell my father.”

That got a laugh. “Nah. They’re discrete. They bring everything up here for me—I won’t be around people if I’m getting my hair dyed.”

While Jagged made the call, Adrien finished the text. When he looked up, Marinette was watching him. She turned pink when she realized he’d caught her.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” she asked after a moment.

He sighed, slumping back on the sofa and resting his hand on Fang’s head again. “No, but I don’t have any better ones. That stupid news claiming I’m with Lila’s going to hit tomorrow. And I’m so done with this, with him treating me like I’m property.”

Marinette looked worried, and he tried to muster up a smile. From her expression, he didn’t manage it.

“Maybe…” she started, then trailed off.

“Maybe?”

She didn’t look at him. “Maybe you should look into laws involving child labor and parental responsibility. You… you might be able to get emancipated.”

That startled him—something he hadn’t even thought of before. He hadn’t even been aware it was an option.

When Marinette did look at him, her eyes were stormy. “He’s so… cruel to you. Maybe there’s legal recourse.”

“I’ll think about it,” he murmured. That seemed like such a drastic measure. “I don’t know if I want to go that far.”

She nodded, and he excused himself to go to the bathroom.

Plagg shot out of his pocket the moment the door was closed. “I’m so proud of you kid. This is gonna be great!”

“Thanks, Plagg.”

The kwami grabbed the proffered wedge of camembert.

“And think about what Pigtails said. Your dad’s a real piece of work, and you deserve better.”

“I will.”

Adrien could feel the idea turning over in his mind, as though gathering strength. When he left the bathroom, Jagged met him excitedly.

“I have just the idea! A temporary face tattoo!”