#like not even just jobs these characters just like to go out and do things!

[jollyparaphernalia]

*Inhales* Hey there, wanna see my 'In Stars And Time' AU? I call it 'Kingswap'

Hey, What's This?

My Brainrot <3 This is Kingswap: Also known as 'Hey lets swap The King and Siffrin's roles around in this play, and go from there'. There's more to it than that, but that's the premise. While 'The Guy Who Would Be Siffrin' has their life derailed in such a way that leads to them becoming the Main Villain, 'The Man Who Would Be King' likewise has his life play out in a way that has him in the shoes of a Saviour of Vaugarde.

WARNING This AU chatter post has spoilers for pretty much all of 'In Stars And Time', including stuff from 'Two-Hats'! and 'Start Again: A Prologue'. This is the Spoilers Zone. Also any Content Warnings that apply to In Stars and Time also applies to this post, just to cover my bases.

Let's Take a Look at The Stranger Who Could Have Been Siffrin:

Meet The Stagemaster. Potentially known as 'Sulking One'/SM/Don't Call Me Shirley Siffrin'. While the King and Siffrin in baseline ISAT woke up on a beach with no memories, i've decided it would be interesting to put 'Siffrin' in Corbeaux as a young adult when The Island disappears. He wakes up one day with no memories of his past, no name, and only a vague idea that he had a community in the city...that has forgotten him completely. He takes this Very Normally over the next 10 years (alongside some other...complications) and after some travelling, returns to Vaugarde to be a Menace.

He's also got some funny 'Craft Hands' that let him do things even when he has his hands in his cloak. These hands are also capable of conjuring wires/strings that allow him to physically bind/control people as an added bonus (For the Puppeteer motif) Watch the hands, Heroes!

But Wait, I thought The King Was Big, Why Isn't Stagemaster Big?

Because this tiny form isn't their 'true form'. THIS is what the Stagemaster ACTUALLY looks like, trapped in the House of Dormont by the Orb Door.

The Stagemaster...really isn't a person anymore. It's sort of debatable he was still human even before Big Mode. He can fly like this, and can control his cloak as though it's a part of himself (But he can still remove it) If you are looking at this going 'hey, he looks like a boss out of Kirby' then I did my job right. A theatre kid isn't very fun to watch unless seen, so, even before the Party gets to Dormont, it seemed fitting for SM to have a presence in Orbquest. So...Stagemaster controls a crafted avatar from afar - like playing a character in a game. There's a metaphor about disassociation from the self here. I personally love the idea of this nasty little guy interfering with the Orb Quest and antagonizing the Heroes - he is not NEARLY as powerful as his Big Form when he's Little Guy, so there's enough back and forth for Stagemaster to both be a threat, and also give some wiggle room for the Party to bully the Villain. Build up some rapport for funsies.

Stagemaster's a real piece of work. Imagine if Siffrin took all his self loathing, and then transformed that into outward loathing. If you took the WORST impulses from Loop and Act 5 Siffrin and put them in a blender, and then added a huge chip on his shoulder against the Universe, you might get the rancid creature you see here. Wet Meow Meow has transformed into a Feral Cat With Mange. And Rabies. And an impulsive urge to monologue. He doesn't even like puns!! Horrible!

The Party eventually calls him 'Smaster' for short before arriving in Dormont.

So if 'Siffrin' is in Kings place...Who or What is travelling with our beloved Party?

Meet Clovis (Named after an old King of Franks because I am very subtle). While Siffrin was a wet meow meow stray cat, Clovis is more a nervous dog. The King's explanation behind why he called himself The King seemed very utilitarian to me in ISAT, like he wanted to embody his role completely. So...here, Clovis puts all his eggs into his identity as 'Knight'. He doesn't serve anyone, he's just really into the idea of a brave, heroic persona. He's...very awkward and nervous, and often falls back onto 'what would a more brave, knightly sort do?' to make up for the fact his entire life was carved out of his skull with a spoon.

Look at this, took a perfectly good villain and made him a blorbo. Look at him, I gave him anxiety and sword autism. Like Siffrin, the party grows to love their weird wet dog. Mirabelle bonds over swords and anxious 'do it scared' behavior, Isabeau shares a 'battle bros'/'two bros sitting in a hot tub' dynamic, Bonnie treats him like a Substitute Teach ("yeah this is fine for kids c'mon lets go' 'uh, if you say so, boniface...') and Odile merrily bullies him (Paper beats rock)

Of course we need the Don Quixote reference. (He lost the fight, for the record.) Clovis is more than just a cute face, of course. Even he has his secrets.

Something is wrong here. Something wrong with him, maybe. Maybe he isn't supposed to be here.

Much like the King, Clovis also knows he's missing important things from his life, and has taken great effort (and personal injury) to keep what bits he can close to him - even when he really shouldn't.

The Party keeps Clovis from the Headache books not because they don't think they matter, but because the party doesn't want Clovis to hurt himself. They joke that he's an amnesiac prince from a far off land, but, well, at a certain angle, that's sort of the truth, isn't it? Clovis isn't a trap master like Siffrin, (or nearly as fast) but tends to walk as the lead of the Party because he's a Very Durable guy with some armor and protective Craft, so, any traps that explode in his face are easier to shrug off, and those that aren't...well, he's got quick reflexes.

But Wait! If The King is the looping hero, and Siffrin is the Big Evil Bad Guy, who does Clovis get as a Guide?

It's good ol' Loop! Our Loop, the Loopert we love and adore. SURPRISE! I fooled you!! This AU isn't meant to be a thought experiment, it's actually an overly elaborate way to give Loop as much psychic damage as physically possible!!

What's worse than having Another You take your place? Having a Tiny Version of your Nemesis take your place, earning the love and affection of your beloved family instead of you!

(They call him 'Princeling')

Needless to say, Loop and Clovis' dynamic is what we call in the scientific community fucking atrocious. Clovis wants to put his trust into this Guiding Star, and Loop is far, FAR worse to Clovis than Loop would be to a Siffrin. Loop may not be able to guess every single thought Clovis has, but any anxiety that is a reflection of Loop/Siffrin will be mercilessly picked apart with a smile. It's hate at first sight. At least Loop can take solace in the fact that Clovis is just as clueless as Loop/Siffrin was in their loops.

Clovis meanwhile is just intimidated. A guiding star of the universe?? And they hate him already??? 'Ohh...I really messed up already, haven't I? What'd I do???' Anyways, that's all for now. I just really wanted to get my initial brain worms out of my head and into the world. Please enjoy. If I do more posts like this, i'll prolly tag it as 'isat Kingswap au'. okay byyyyyyyyyeeeee thanks for reading! And thanks to the AU channel of the ISAT Discord for being so supportive of my brainrot!

[headspace-hotel]

i'm trying out new genres so i read a book called The Body Double by Emily Beyda and i really liked it so i looked up reviews and found that its ratings on Goodreads were shockingly low. like 2.7 stars or something if i remember right.

and like yes, I also did guess the twist about fifty pages in, but that didn't ruin the book for me at all. And yes, the main character did not act like *I* would act or like any rational person would act in her situation, but I felt that the book did a very good job of establishing why she would act that way and why it would be realistic for her.

The weirdest complaint, which just about every reviewer seem to have, was that the book was too "slow" and that the first half of the book could have been summarized in a chapter...?????????? Yes it COULD have but the point wasn't just to tell you what events happen, it's to explore whats going on with the protag psychologically and immerse you in her state of mind???

Also people complaining that they didn't like or connect to the characters (Yes? They're clearly not supposed to be likable? But I still found them to be connectable) and that [spoiler] was a vapid bitch (YES THAT'S LITERALLY THE WHOLE POINT)

i don't really track my reading online anymore but i still think of what ratings I would give books, and i was thinking this is a "4-star" book but the more i think about it i think its a "5-star" book for me. Because guessing (part of) the ending didn't impact my enjoyment of the story at all. The excitement wasn't because of not knowing what would happen, it was because of anticipating how the main character would react when she discovered (what I suspected to be) the truth.

I don't think my reason for being so impressed with the book is naivete towards the psychological thriller genre, since it excelled at basically the things you'd expect a really good psychological thriller to excel at. Like, what else is a psychological thriller supposed to be?

The main character makes so many bad decisions I would NOT make but I was never frustrated with it because it seemed like exactly what she would do. And it wasn't just a thoughtless "crazy people do crazy things," all of the protag's actions seemed perfectly justified within her own psychological landscape, it was very easy to understand her feelings, thoughts and actions even if they were completely different from myself.

The blurbs talk about the book as an exploration of female identity and how women are affected by the perceptions of society, but I really appreciate the extent to which the book wasn't a commentary on "female identity." I associate commentaries on female identity and Being Perceived with stories of victimhood and passivity, which would have been boring as shit; part of the reason this book was so interesting is that the main character is aware of both ways she is disempowered and ways she holds power, and she enjoys having power and using power over other people. She is not a helpless victim, she is becoming trapped in a prison of her own making by her enjoyment of using and manipulating other people.

As the reader, I often get the impression that her feeling of having power is illusory, and her feelings of empowerment and disempowerment tick back and forth like a metronome, but this adds another interesting dimension where she is trapped by the feeling of having power.

It was also extraordinarily well written, I hope the author was no discouraged by the negative response by reviewers

[eveysnotebook]

domestic headcanons w/ batboys

I haven’t written anything for just the batboys (there’s enough of it on this site) so here’s a little something, i’m planning on writing this for my other dc characters I write for too!

summary: random and small little headcanons that give the domestic vibe to me

Jason Todd:

making meals together a lot. he’s a good cook and likes to have you either help him or just sit there and look pretty for him!

same thing with washing dishes, you help each other out with the dishes and rotate jobs each night, one night you put them away and he’ll wash, the next night it’s the other way around.

brushing your teeth together- it may seem mundane or nothing of importance but it’s soft and sweet. just standing in the silence with each other while doing something so mundane makes it feel special. (does that make sense??)

buying little things for eachother and leaving them for the other to find. Jason found a brand new journal waiting on his nightstand, a couple days later you found a keychain of your favorite character on your desk. it’s a nice little reminder that you think about each other ♡

Dick Grayson:

showering and getting up together is a must, if he wakes before you he’ll wait in bed so he can do his routine while you do yours !

late night tv shows, your both on the couch (with haley of course!!) watching your favorite tv shows.

listening to music together, whether it be on a record or off of your phone. Dick loves to spin you around!

going on walks together,, when the weather is comfortable and there’s a nice breeze, you’ll go for a stroll with Dick. its always fun, you get to catch up on eachother days and enjoy the sights and weather ♡

Tim Drake:

doing puzzles and cross words together like an elderly couple lmao, it’s the evening, and you and Tim sit at his desk trying to do a very complex puzzle together! (omg this is so cute ty my mind)

you leave reminders for each other on sticky notes, Tim finds a sticky note on his computer reminding him to take a break and you find one in return on the mirror, reminding you to drink some water.

reading comics together. if your into comics that is, if not you can read whatever your into while Tim sits next to you reading the latest comic he’s gotten.

I think Tim is a big thrifter, you guys go to thrift stores on slow and boring days, hoping to find something unique. ♡

okay ummm that was adorable

lov u, kiss kiss

[sasahuaa]

Idia Shroud as an omega

Riddle - Leona - Azul - Kalim - Vil - Malleus

gn!reader, sfw

out of all of them, i believe this is one of my best fics, was really inspired in this one! i am experimenting with a new format for this series and i am really proud of how this turned out, i love exploring internal conflicts of characters, and i hope you all like this fic too. i cant believe i have just one more from the dorm leaders to go

Since his childhood, Idia came to terms that his life was already decided by circumstances out of his control. The future heir of the household, the head of S.T.Y.X, what school he would attend, the circles he would be part of.

Though when his mind wandered with fantasies and dreams of countless adventures, with his little brother by his side as his partner in crime, Idia held onto hope that at least some parts of his life, as little as they could be, could be decided by himself.

Idia hopes he will be able to play games and have free time, he hopes that he can simulate a place of freedom where all his fantasies are reality, all encompassed inside his room.

Ah, wouldn't it be nice to be the one choosing his own mate? Preposterous as it may seem to him, in a faraway land, or another reality, he could be loved.

Courting

It was supposed to just be a security check, a routine he followed countless times. 

Once again he received a message from Crowley, something about a mishap during  a magic class, somehow turning into a virus, contaminating both people and - sevens, Idia would like to know how - machines. Idia pets himself in the back for creating a good antivirus system for Ortho, else he doesn’t know if he would be able to stop himself from hunting down the perpetrators. 

Good thing his baby brother is safe, inside his nest, where no evil can get to him.

Leaning on his chair, Idia finished up his job, while running the code again on his computer to make sure everything was good to go, he looked away to the cameras, checking if they were back from malfunctioning. He scrolled quickly from each of them.

Camera 1, camera 2, camera 3… a long way until he got to camera 52 in an almost deserted classroom, just one student and a very cute cat.

Feeling indulgent, the omega enhanced the settings, zooming with a perfect 4k quality, although what first got his attention and a small smile was the catlike creature, what completely stole his breath away, made his jaw drop, and his skin hotter than usual was the human who calmly spoke to it, with mischievous glint in their eyes and a teasing smile.

Between the daydreaming adventures he shared with Ortho years ago, a mate is not something he often fantasized about, at the time thinking many other things were much more exciting than alphas. Because of that, Idia doesn't think he has a type, a mate was never in his plans, not when it means tying them down with him, in a place even Idia can barely tolerate.

But looking at them, Idia thinks you are totally his type.

He felt like he was flying.

– 

Idia told himself that he was not a creep, your pretty face may have caught him off guard, but he would not go out of his way to search for you.

If by chance his tablet crossed your path or he stumbled on a camera with you in it, and he lingered a little longer than appropriate, that was just a coincidence. 

You're just so enticing to watch, to the way you're diligent in classes, trying to catch up on the knowledge you were deprived of being a non native of this land, to how you're so willing to help, and an undeniable strength making up for the lack of magic. 

Everything about you screamed ideal alpha. He was sure he was not the only omega who noticed, if other omegas getting shy and acting like pre-pubescents first meeting a potential mate was anything to go by.

Not him though! He would never embarrass himself like these normies do! Actually talking to alphas? Ew, he is too much pleased with just observing when it happens that you appear on his screen.

But maybe he got too careless, and it was all your fault - how dare you be so mesmerizing, he will have his revenge someday. 

While he was admiri- ahem - doing really important stuff, Ortho sneaked behind his back and caught his gaze on you. Not cool Ortho, absolutely not cool. And his very much NOT crush was figured out by his little brother, which again, Ortho, Idia swears you are just seeing things.

“But, brother, why are your body heat and heartbeat higher than usual?” he would counter with a cheeky tone any time he tried to deny.

Idia rather die than to like someone, to have to meet expectations and give himself. It’s reaching up for something that demands more than he is capable, going too close to the sun, none the wiser setting oneself to flames and far away from salvation, the end always being falling to the hard ground, no one to stabilize his feet in the end.

All his protests fell in deaf ears, for one thing the two Shrouds had in common was great stubbornness when they had an idea in mind. Suddenly, Muscle Red couldn't contact him anymore, a blink of an eye later,  a recently released MMORPG was installed on his computer.

A new game meant that most players were rushing to complete quests, farming and, as expected from a game from that genre, forming guilds of 2 to 5 people. The importance of guilds was purely made for easier fights against bosses, completing special events, fighting on the weekly championship, earning higher rewards if you and your teammates do good, and, ugh, socializing.

Typing or talking behind a screen is much easier than real life, the anonymity is comforting for Idia, but it also comes with being familiar and, at the same time, unknown about the other person. Muscle Red was both of those, his current guild… is not.

Ortho was very smug about the fact that he prevented Idia from playing with Muscle Red in this MMORPG, eyes glinting with mirth only a child his age could have. His brother also made sure to be the one creating the guild, accessible only through invite, which was great! Less randoms and noobies for him to carry! Idia was perfectly fine with being a duo with his brother.

Except he was not.

Ortho made a whole show of inviting you to the guild, searching for your username using the IP from Ramshackle, the character named Catluv following right behind them was daunting. Idia could at least count the small victory that though he was one step away from his comfort zone about knowing who he was playing with, at least you didn't know about them, a small grace that Ortho granted him.

Worst of all, his brother constantly sent both you and him to do fetch quests or killing mobs while he decorated the base. But mostly surprising for him, being playing with you didn't feel like a chore. Of course, he was still doing most of the work, but you also put your fair share of work done and when bored, started chatting about anything that got your interest and aimlessly wandering around his character. Most important, you didn't seem to care about his lackluster responses.

[Base upgraded! Return to spawn to check what's new!]

Catluv: im omw back, was waiting to buy that armor

Catluv: u coming or will keep farming?

Catluv: also want to search for that boss in the plains later, increased rate drop to legendary weapons, if i get that 0.01% spear i'll literally cry

Gloomurai: im coming with you, i can help you later

Catluv: yay

It was nice, if the omega had to admit to himself. Another type of comforting he wasn't used to, he guesses it comes from spending time with someone he has positive feelings on while also keeping his own privacy. What surprised him the most though, was the deep purr that he made anytime a notification from you popped up, the first time Idia heard himself he almost jumped from the chair, being caught completely off guard.

Idia was surprised that he could purr, he thought that this was another one of his failures as an omega, he was not nurturing, not the normal gentle, kind, petite that was expected, he felt like any omega behaviour he had was more bothersome than enjoyable, except the nests he put effort into.

The housewarden was also warming up to you, conversations went easy when he felt no judgement from your behalf. When he first saw you, Idia thought you didn't look like the type to tolerate conversations about game mechanics and probabilities, but you were indulgent whenever the topic came up. He also had a brief suspicion that you would seek openings for those kinds of conversations, since he always rambled and many times lost track of the original question.

Gloomurai: so you see, if our guild get to rank 5 or above, we will get more 0.4% of legendary drop rates and increase epic rate to 10%, that's why i planned a strategy for the next weekly championship

Catluv: u nerd

Gloomurai: problem?

Catluv: i love nerds

Falling in love was getting too close to the sun, to permit your wings to melt and fall again to the ground. Idia repeated this many times, but he still felt tingling and yearning to the warmth of sunlight.

– 

He was done for.

r/relationshipadvice

u/GloomySamurai

I (18Ω) think I fell in love with an online friend (α)

We study in the same school, but never met face to face. I don't like going out of my room, sometimes I think I would like to go out and meet them. They are inviting me to hang out, especially now that they discovered that we are both students from the same place. How should I do that? I fear that they won't like what they see, if they know it's me.

u/AppleReaper

why would an alpha be forcing you out of your room? very loser behavior of them, red flag, stay safe OP

u/FlutheEmperor

Maybe you could invite them to your room if you don't want to go out at all?

u/Sheep1647

DO NOT invite them to your room, they are an alpha, you can never trust them in your place of vulnerability when you never met them personally, and you look distrustful of them, since you are afraid that they may stop being your friend if they met you, what do you think they won't like? Your personality? Appearance? If it's the latter they don't deserve any more time of your day, it's so superficial. A public place is always the safer choice INFO: do you have any trusted person to you that can vouch for their character? 

Idia felt like throwing up, he wanted to throw his phone across the room in rage. He was so close to doxxing all these people for saying unsavory things about your personality when they don't know you. You who stays with him until the moon turns to sun just because he didn't feel like sleeping, you who made him feel heard and cared even through the chat system of the guild or the occasional voice calls, you who always extended a hand to all your friends.

He should have thought better before seeking the opinion of reddit users, they are certainly more single than him!  The omega decided, he will meet you face to face and prove to all of them how wrong they are.

But still… he had one problem.

He didn't feel like he was good enough, not when he had unsavory feelings towards you. The dorm leader always felt eyes on him in the rare instances when he left his room, people talking behind back about his hair and personality. He hoped you would overlook his shortcomings. The omega hardly has the courage to face you!

Because you are beautiful, an otherworldly presence surrounds you, and a demeanor that would put prince charmings and enchanted princess alike to shame. Why would you choose a scrawny omega like him? it's unfathomable, he curses at himself, it's simply impossible for an alpha like you to become enamored with an omega like him, not when athletic omegas like Leona exist, or with ethereal beauties like Vil.

If you knew about the feelings deep inside him… how he wishes to be held in your embrace, to be the sole object of your affections, you would laugh at him! Deservedly so!

He knows he is not the best option, yet he couldn't help but hope. Idia spent his entire life drowning in a sea of voices, where his own went unheard even when he forced himself to go above the surface. He expected for you to be just one more tide that pushed him down, but it seems you cleared enough room for him to fit in your world.

– 

When Idia finally met you in real life, it was much more than he had expected.

His lungs flooded, having just online interactions rendered him unable to smell your scent, and now he wonders how he could have missed this in his life before. If he had any doubts about wanting you before, it turned to dust in a mere snap of a finger.

Falling in love was foolish, the hard ground is always the final destiny, yet Idia couldn't help but suspect that you would wait for him from below, arms ready to catch him before he gets hurt. If this is what falling in love means, he could accept that.

Growling

Idia is not much of an growler. Many of the Ignyhide students never heard him growl, much less the rest of NRC. This is not to say he doesn't growl, most of all, Idia is a passionate person about his hobbies and interests.

If there are people talking behind his back about his appearance or personality, he would most likely just ignore it - maybe give a sad whimper when he is alone in his nest. But doubting or thinking they are better than him in gaming and engineering? Idia will push the fiercest growl out of his throat.

Even when he is playing and in a difficult match, he rather keep himself quiet, otherwise the rumbling in his chest distract him.

Though in his personal opinion, even when he doesn't enjoy growling all that much, he thinks your growls are really hot.

If you are immersed in your own interests or defending his honor while growling, Idia is quietly chirping behind you.

Purring

As stated before, Idia rarely ever purrs. He used to do it more frequently before, when Ortho was still alive like any other being, but ever since the shock of his death Idia thought his purr box got broken.

During courting, he is still getting used to purring, many times pissing him off more than calming him down. But with time, he learns to accept as a part of himself.

Idia's purrs betray him sometimes, the omega gets easily embarrassed when you shower him with affection, he may try to hide himself behind a pillow or under a blanket, yet his purr box is working like a machine, satisfied to be receiving attention from his alpha.

Nesting

Idia has his nest covering his bed, a very big and warm nest. 90% of his day he is laying there. If he was asked to mention one quality of being an omega, he would for sure say nesting. For him, it's impossible to understand why betas and alphas do not indulge in nesting themselves.

He wants to share his happiness with you, so date nights are most of the times spent in his nest. Idia almost suffocates you with how many blankets he has, of so many kinds. Also, he prefers blankets than pillows, but he is open to introducing to his nest merchandise plushies from fandoms he is part of.

This omega is super insecure in your relationship, at least in the beginning of your relationship, so to reassure himself, he tries to make his room a second den for you, acquiring things he knows you'll like. Idia likes to imagine that his room is a den proper to keep the most prized possessions of his alpha - he wants to include himself in this category too.

And vice-versa, he wants to have permission to make nests in your own den.

Marking

Quite possessive, doesn't like to imagine other omegas looking at what is his.

At the same time, he doesn't want to appear overly clingy or do things these embarrassing couples do. But if he sees super cringe matching cups with "player 1”and "player 2” stamped, he is buying it without a second thought, in fact, he is not even having a first thought.

Also buys necklaces with both of your initials - he is what he judges the most.

Probably wants to scent mark you, but is too shy to suggest unless he is in a fit of jealousy. When this happens, besides his natural scent, the smell of bitterness and warning are glued to your skin. He'll be seen more often by your side, wearing one of your hoodies, until he calms down.

Omeganspace

Nail marks embed your arms and back, Idia doesn't want to let you go. A healthy blush flushes from his cheek to chest, and he nips your face and neck while chirping.

It's during these times that Idia is shameless to claim, he'll openly admit his desires and fears, holding you tightly and almost merging your bodies.

He would do it if he could, better yet, he wants to find a way to do so.

Idia have a selective hearing, he can be obedient and listen to you if he thinks his reward will be worth it. But if you suggest leaving to do any other activity? Suddenly it's like he does not have years at all and your arms are full of putty omega.

☽ ☼ ☾

“Are you finished yet?”

You murmur beside him, watching your own gaming PC that Idia installed in his room. Both of you were playing Stardew Valley, Idia's character was almost passing out from exhaustion after spending the day in the cave, while you decided to stay back and take care of the farm.

He wanted to laugh menacingly at the reddit users who deemed you untrustworthy, because look at you! being a perfect not-his-yet-alpha in game, taking the housework duties while he works hard to provide.

Yep, that's how it should be, Idia sees his future and it's bright - he should really turn down the brightness on his screen a little. 

“Hm,” and his character falls down, spawning in his own bed, a bed beside yours!

“I have a gift for you,” you giggle, urging him outside to meet you. “Close your eyes~”

Idia waits in front of your home and does what you asked. He can hear your steps as you approach, the sound coming from your computer as you mess with your hud.

“You can see now”

The omega opens his eyes, his face heats up and he inhales a deep breath. A marriage proposal pops up on his screen, your character with a mermaid pendant standing right before him.

As he glances to the side, he meets your gaze, an expectant look and a soft smile graces your features. With a hand gifting him an scented scarf, a proper courting gift, Idia can just think that you promise much more for the future.

[red-riot-unbreakable-heart]

Sweetheart. | Keigo Takami/Hawks x Reader One Shot

Summary: You've been hooking up with Keigo for about a month, and you're starting to catch feelings. One particularly hot hookup session leads to a convo about your feelings for each other.

Important Notes/TW: All characters are A21+, Hawks is a Pro Hero, Hawks x Reader meet through work, hookup that leads to something more, penetrative sex, MDNI, This is an adult only blog posting mature content

Sweetheart. | Keigo Takami/Hawks x Reader One Shot

Keigo holds you close as he fucks into you from behind.

“My angel, my everything, my sweetheart…” he’s desperate, words jumbling together as he spits out every term of endearment he knows. He does this when the two of you hookup - as soon as he gets inside of you he melts into this sappy fuck. It's not like the two of you are even dating. Just a weekly hookup between heroes to take the edge off and work out all the tension that comes with being on top.

The way he gets so mushy gushy during sex didn't used to bother you. But over the past month or so you've kinda...caught feelings. It wasn't something you'd intended to do! But it's impossible not to fall for Hawks - he's charming, funny, good at his job. He's sweet at work and he's even sweeter in bed. How could your heart not go head over heels for this overgrown chicken!?

You're wrenched from your train of thought as Keigo's hips buck up in a new direction, the tip of his dick hitting a delectably sensitive spot deep inside of you. You let out an unexpected gasp at the contact, and Keigo preens.

"You like that, baby?" He murmurs, wiggling his hips and angling to hit the spot again. "Does that feel nice? I bet no one else's cock can make you feel good like this, huh?"

He doesn't wait for an answer, he just hammers into you. He groans with each thrust - overwhelmed by the tight feel of you around his thick cock. He’s so pussy drunk he can barely keep his eyes open - golden irises shining out between the narrowed slits of his eyelids.

Keigo’s strong hero fingers press against the skin of your hips with a strength that’s fit to bruise. You hope it will - you can’t wait to admire his fingerprints in the bathroom mirror come morning. You want to go home with a souvenir of the nights' exploits. You love the way he fucking marks you like this, the way you'll bear the reminder of how well he can fuck on your skin for a few days afterwards.

You gasp as one of his hands releases its clutch of your hips and snakes its way between your legs. He finds your clit instantly, swirling his fingertips around you with a frantic flick of his wrist. You feel heat pool in your lower belly, your orgasm building and swirling within you like golden stardust.

"Kei..." You groan out, your breath stuttering as you feel the telltale signs of your high rushing at you like a train. Your whole body gets warm, your cheeks flush with heat and your legs start to tremble. You concentrate on grounding yourself, on keeping your quirk in check. The last thing you need is for your quirk to go ballistic as you finish. You do not want that to happen again.

“You gonna cum for me, love?” Keigo keeps up his steady pace, the luxurious slide of his cock making you moan as it hits the most delightful parts of you. You concentrate on feeling every inch of him as he flexes his hips, fucking into you with practiced skill. “Are you all mine?”

His tone becomes fierce, possessive. You love it when he talks like this, when he acts like he wants you to be his past the hookup. You choke out some vague sounds of encouragement as your pussy flares around his dick, muscles contracting as you reach your high. Your quirk rumbles and begs for release as well, but you hold fast. You keep all of that power inside as best you can - the last thing the both of you need is for your fire quirk to take over. After all, those fierce but delicate feathers of his look...flammable.

Cumming around keigo’s cock feels so delicious you can barely stand it. You feel your gaze become heavy lidded as you ride out your orgasm - pussy pulsing around his thick length.

“Oh, baby, you’re too kind to me, far too kind.” Keigo mutters out as your pussy pulls an orgasm from him as well. “This is…oh! So, so sweet…”

He groans as he cums deep inside you, his dick pulsing as he pumps you full of his essence. And fuck does it feel good. You could do this every night for the rest of your life and still never be satisfied.

When he finally pulls out of you and rolls away on the bed, you suddenly feel a wave of melancholy wash over you. In a moment, he'll catch his breath. In another moment, he'll tug on his pants and be on his way. And you'll be left naked, alone and chock-full of this indescribable desire.

You watch as he takes a beat, then sits up and grabs his pants, pulling them on one leg at a time. He stands and tugs them up over his muscular thighs, buttoning them over his toned stomach.

"Going comando?" You ask, trying to sound fun and light and like you don't care so deeply for this man who only stops by to fuck you once a week.

"Heh. Yeah." He says, not even bothering to glance at you over his shoulder.

He calls you such wonderful things in bed. But that's just sex, right? None of that really matters, not during the day time...

"Same time next week?" He asks, pulling his shirt over his head and letting his wings stretch and poke through the slits cut into the back of the fabric. "I'm thinking next time you come to my place."

You look up, surprised. You've never been invited over to his place. You've always just fucked at your little downtown apartment with the broken fire escape.

"What do you think, Y/N?" He turns around and grins at you, all teeth. "We can even make a date of it. I'll take you to my favorite dinner spot."

A...date? Is he serious.

You must looked stunned, because his face falls and he stops fidgeting with his clothing. He flops back next to you on the bed, watching as you pull up the sheets around your naked body protectively.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" His golden eyes glint in the light of your bedside table as he leans towards you. sweetheart. Your brains scrambles as it tries to recall a time he's called you this outside of sex.

"This...thing we have between us." You say slowly, mouth feeling around the words. "I don't really understand what it actually is? You want to take me to dinner?"

Keigo stares at you blankly for a moment, then bursts into laughter. Your eyebrows must be raised so high up, they're likely in your hairline.

"Um...am I missing something here?"

Keigo calms down, his laughter rolling to a chuckle.

"No, no. You're not missing anything. I'm just an idiot." Keigo says, reaching out to place his hand over your own. "So...I've kind of had this crush on you for a while. And I was hoping that maybe I could naturally bridge our hookups into getting to know each other better and maybe we'd just kind of...I dunno...realize over time that we are perfect for each other and practically dating? And just naturally transition into me being your boyfriend? Is that some sort of stupid manipulative shit or something? I'm truly sorry if it is, I'm still trying to wrap my head around all the shit the Safety Commission put me through as a kid and I - mm!"

You cut off his rambling with a kiss, your lips locking and sliding easily against his. He leans into it hungrily, bringing his hands up to cup your face like you really do mean something to him.

"You have a crush on me?" You ask quietly when the two of you come up for air. He stares at you and nods, the kiss having temporarily sucked away his power of speech. "Then why do you always leave after we sleep together? Why don't you ever stay?"

He blinks a few times, then his mouth curves into a smile. "I didn't want to be too clingy or obvious. I thought if I left right afterwards I'd be mysterious and it would make you want me more."

"Oh my God." You push him away from you. This is so stupid and embarrassing...but he was right. It did work. Every time he's left your bed, he's made you want him more. Left you wondering where he was going, why he couldn't stay to spoon for at least a few soft minutes together. "You're such an idiot. Take off your clothes. Get back in this goddamn bed."

Keigo looks at you, really looks at you. His eyes scanning your face as he processes what you're saying (and, more importantly, what it means).

"You want me to stay?" He says quietly, words barely above a whisper. The wind whistles outside your window making you both jump.

"I've been wanting you to stay every damn time we fuck." You say as you reach for him and start working his ridiculously bright shirt up and off of his torso. "Now get back in this damn bed and let me hold you."

Keigo starts giggling madly, letting you strip him down. It only takes a minute to get him naked again. He crawls back under your sheets, peppering your face with little kisses and muttering how gorgeous you look by the lamplight. You roll your eyes and laugh along with him as the two of you tuck into each other, bodies folding together as if they were formed from the same clay.

You settle into a comfortable silence, your head resting against his chest. His heart beat light and fast - a bird quirk thing - beneath your ear.

"I've had a crush on you, too." You say, looking up at your cieling fan as it spins infinitely above you. “For a long while.”

“What should we do about that?” He asks as he presses a kiss to your temple.

“Maybe we should date.”

“Maybe we should.”

“Correction: I *definitely* think we should date.” You amend, reaching up to tousle his thick blonde hair.

“Then let’s date.” You don’t need to look up to see his face - you know that he’s grinning so wide that his cheeks have dimpled. You can feel him glowing. “I’ve been all in since the moment I met you...sweetheart.”

You groan, suddenly hot and bothered once again.

"I know you like it when I call you that." You can practically hear him wink. "Now get on top of this cock and show me that you're proper girlfriend material."

"It would be my honor." You throw a salute at the ceiling, throwing the bedsheets off of yourself and rolling onto all fours. He's already hard and ready for you. Your whole body feels glittery and warm at the sight of him laying there, all splayed out and waiting for you.

This must be what love feels like.

End.

[btskitten7]

Gentlemen's Club: Kim Seokjin

ꔫ ship: ot7 x dancer!reader

ꔫ au/genre: sex worker/private dancer au

ꔫ rating: M (this will explore darker themes please read at your own discretion. Take care of yourself.)

ꔫ wc: 2.1k

ꔫ chapter warnings: dark themes, drug mentions, obsessive nature, drunk assholes. Took a terrible job offer all because your parents couldn't pay up and now you are stuck there.

ꔫ Summary: You start off as a dancer/bartender until your bosses realize that you are the most popular woman there and bring in the most money. It's even better when you catch the eye of the 5 richest men in Korea. It's a hard job luckily for you, the men in your life wouldn't do a thing to hurt you. Even if they have dark secrets and simply use you as an escape.

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𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛

                            "𝗖𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂..."

"𝗢𝗿 𝗮𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲."

"So you were able to make it? A little later than normal," You asked after pouring him a glass of his favorite wine. That's probably the one thing you loved about meeting with Seokjin. He always brought a new wine for you guys to try. 

And he always, ALWAYS brought his favorite wine. Which became your favorite too. 

ABREU MADRONA 1995

It's a very expensive wine and not many people can obtain it, even more can't even taste it. He got it for you as a gift just a few days ago. It was beyond anything you had ever tasted. 

The 1995 Abreu Madrona has a thick, juicy, black fruit character with a bouquet of blueberries, cassis, licorice, minerals, and smoky, toasty oak. It is also said to have sweet tannins and good acidity. It is delicious.  

Wine was your thing. If you could, you'd have a wine cellar to admire. You would love to discover the different tastes and stories behind each wine you'd collect. Taking all the knowledge, you would create a wine of your own to create a legacy. It would be a dream. You also loved a good glass of wine to ease your days away. Unfortunately, drinking is prohibited but if your lover for the night has wine, you may partake.

Luckily for you, Seokjin also loved wine and loved making you feel comfortable more than anything. 

Seokjin smiled tenderly and looked over at you. "I was able to get away for a bit. I just needed to come see you. It'd been a rough week and I have done nothing but work day in, day out. I don't care what we do, as long as I get to do it with you," He said. You smiled and sat on his lap. You grazed your hand across his chest, leaving sweet kisses against his neck. 

Soft groans left his lips as his hand grew tighter against your waist. You straddled him and placed your hands on his chest, giving him a small, soft, smile. "Is that right? I'm sorry it's been hard this week. I'm here to help. What can I do for you tonight?" You whispered in his ear as your hands gently removed his coat. Allowing you to do so, his eyes connected with yours. 

"I just want to feel your love tonight." He sighed looking at you with sad eyes. You smiled softly and kissed his lips gently. Your finger began to work on his buttons. His hand curved around your ass as his lips dances against yours. His hands traveled from the middle of your back to the apple of your ass. 

His touch was gentle. He was never harsh or rough. He knows everything that you go through here, so he likes to think that his visits are a breath of fresh air for you.

Seokjin lifted your robe over your ass and gripped it tightly, but never too tight. He slowly pulled the string from your robe, letting it fall open and revealing your breast to him. He moved his lips from yours to your neck. Moans fell from your lips as he kisses and sucked softly at your neck. 

His tongue dragged down softly from your neck to your breast, pulling your right nipple into his mouth and pulling your left between his fingers. "Mmm," you softly cried as he began to softly rotate your nipple into his hands, making it grow hard against his fingers. You ran your fingers through his hair as he lifted you and headed towards the bed that was sitting across the room. 

He laid you down gently, with his lips connected to yours, and he placed your hands above your head. Letting the intense make-out session grow hotter. 

As much as he would love to please you, take things slow, and just explore your world. He wanted to explore every, single, inch of you but he knew he couldn't. He knew that they werewatching, they're always watching. 

He removed your panties and slowly entered your heat. Drawing a soft gasp from your lips he didn't move any further. "Am I hurting you?" He asked sweetly between kisses. You held his hand and kissed his lips again. 

"No, you're fine baby." You said. He sighed against your lips and kissed you again. "I' don't want to hurt you-" you cut him off again with a kiss. "I know that. You're fine." You whispered. Knowing they can hear everything you talk about. 

Hoping he wasn't hurting you, he gently began to move his hips at a slow pace, letting his lengthy member fill you. His hand wrapped around your thigh as he wrapped your leg around his waist. 

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Jungkook and Jimin were standing their ground at your door, making small conversations between themselves. 

"Tell me, you've been here for quite some time." Jungkook started. Jimin lifted his head and looked over at him. "Maybe. Why?" Jungkook looked at Jimin. 

"You've been here the same amount of time, Princess has...right?" Jimin frowned. "Listen, kid, if you want to know something, just ask," Jimin said growing annoyed. Jungkook scoffed. "Who's the guy in there with Princess?" 

Jimin chuckled. 

"He's been coming here for how long now," Jimin started. "Honestly, I believe he's been coming for about 2 years now, but he just started with Princess only shy of a year. His name is Kim Seokjin. I don't know too much about him but I do know he's crazy rich." He finished. "Supposedly his parents run a very successful modeling agency here and in the States" 

Jungkook looked at him as he spoke and then at the door that held you and this Kim Seokjin person. He's only known you for a short amount of time, but he needs to know every person you come across.

No matter who they may be. 

"Is Y/n finished with her love?" The masked woman came by. Jimin grew silent and avoided the woman, which earned him a slap across his face. Jungkook tensed up, she didn't even give him time to answer.  "Why'd you do that?" flew out of Jungkook's mouth earning him a slap as well. Jungkook closed his eyes ready for the strike... but it never came. Opening his eyes he saw Jimin in front of him, taking his punishment. 

"Remember the rule, My Lady. He hadn't been on the floor for a year, you can't punish him. Only I can." Jimin spoke softly and respectfully. Jungkook was completely shocked. The Masked Woman smiled and rubbed Jimin's face which caused an uncomfortable wave of feelings to shoot through his body. "So you do know the rules. For a second there, I thought you forgot who you answered to." She smirked. 

"As I said. Is Y/n almost done with her love?" She asked again, this time Jimin answered immediately. "She should be finished in about 10 minutes." The woman smiled and nodded. She continued to rub the red mark against his face and pouted. "I'm sorry for hitting your face baby, you know I don't like being ignored." Jimin's eyes fell onto hers his once soft gaze became and hard, strong one, full of hatred and pain. 

The masked woman let out a moan as she saw his fixed gaze. "I love it when you look at me like that baby..." she smirked. Jungkook felt Jimin's uncomfortable state "What do you need Y/n for as to why you're asking about her?" Jungkook asked quietly. The woman looked past Jimin and smirked. 

"Because my partner would like a word with her. Nothing to worry your pretty little head about." She said licking her lips as she studied Jungkook's figure. "If that is all, I believe we have to Love to escort out," Jimin said stepping back in front of Jungkook. Drawing a smile from her lips she nodded and whispered to Jimin, "I'll see you later on tonight my love" she said walking and getting lost in the crowd of people. 

Jimin sighed and turned to Jungkook. "Are you okay?" He asked. Jungkook nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. Are you okay? Why'd you have to see her later on tonight" Jimin chuckled and stood back next to Jungkook with his back and foot planted against the wall. 

"If you take anything from me...take this advice" he started. 

"𝗖𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂...𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗿𝘀. 𝗔𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁, 𝗶𝘁'𝗹𝗹 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲" Jimin said with an annoyed smirk on his face. 

Jungkook frowned and looked ahead. "Matter of fact, why don't your curious ass tell our friend his hour is up and he must leave now" Jungkook nodded and knocked on the door startling you and Seokjin they completely emerged into each other. "Your time is up," Jungkook said swiftly. 

Seokjin sighed and looked over at you giving you a sad smile. "I'm not ready to go" he whispered against your lips. You smiled and gave him a sweet kiss. "I know but you didn't make an appointment this time. Pop-ups are only an hour" you whispered. He sighed kissing your lips again. "I just don't want to let you go. I just need another hour..." he sighed taking your hand and kissing it gently. "I just need a bit more time" you smiled softly. "Why don't you make an appointment before you leave? So next time, they can't stop us" you said sitting up. He nodded. "I'll do just that" 

After getting dressed and you placing your robe back on, you walked him to the door. He gave you another tight hug and one more kiss. Just to hold him over until the next night he could spend with you. Growing impatient, Jimin opened the door, "Hey man, I understand this is your way of having fun but my partner told you once already, times up, you need to leave now" he said slowly getting a bit more pissed off seeing how close you two were. You were going to protest until you saw the source of his irritability. "I'll see you soon okay? Take care of yourself." Seokjin said. "That's what we're here for," Jungkook said taking Seokjin out and to the office to schedule his next appointment. Jimin turned his back to you and continued to look out. 

Stepping through the door you looked from both sides before pulling Jimin in. 

"Are you okay? What happened?" You whispered touching his face. Jimin moved back a bit. He looked at you then looked at the the red light that was once off after Seokjin left. "It's on again?" You whispered. Jimin nodded briefly. "When you're done for the night, The man wants to have a few words with you and it's come to my knowledge that I won't be able to be at your service tonight," Jimin said with a straight face. You knew what that meant, that meant The Lady has been here and has already seen Jimin. "I'm sorry" you whispered. Jimin shrugged and smiled softly. "I'll see you in the morning Princess. Jungkook should be returning here shortly to wait with you" he said before heading back out the door.  

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After making his appointment, Seokjin headed to his car. While sitting there briefly, he reached into his pocket and placed on his ring. Shortly after he heard a chuckle followed by the figure sucking their teeth. He already knew who it was. 

"Now baby, I got you that really expensive ring, and you can't even wear it when you go out?" She teased as she climbed into the passenger side. He started the car and drove off. " You didn't get me anything. You used my money," he started "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be home?" She chuckled. 

"Aren't you supposed to be at work?" He froze. She smiled "Exactly, we're both liars." 

"What do you want?" He asked. "What are you doing here?" She asked immediately. He sighed. "I was having drinks with some friends" She tapped her nail against her lip. "Is that so? You've been in that club for quite some time, you don't smell like alcohol nor did I see you walk out with anyone. Besides, if that is true, why travel so far away just for drinks with friends when we live in the heart of the city? Full of bars and attractions. I'm pretty sure you would have found some woman to please you." She said. 

Seokjin remained quiet. "Awww, what's the matter? You didn't think your wife would find you?" She whispered creasing his thigh. 

"Too bad, husband" 

[tarotchariotpickyourcard]

Should you go for this job? PAC

Wondering if it would be worth your time? Do you have what it takes? Let’s see what the cards say.

please choose between group 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 from left to right

Group 1 (heart box)

Firstly, I got the idea of clinging to something, or sticking to something too long. Is there someone here who is scared of quitting or switching?

Romance

That’s interesting! My first thought is that it romanced you lol. It’s wined and dined you, and it looks very appealing. If we’re thinking in terms of should/shouldn’t, this can hint to a good match.

Something that blends well with your character, something that you’re attuned to, maybe you already have experience in this type of role, or you just know you would be good in it.

It can also suggest that perhaps a partner, love interest, crush so on so forth is involved somehow. It could also mean you might find a crush at work if you do get it.

I’m feeling good energy from this, even if there are some nerves. It’s just a little bit exciting or nerve racking. I get a good feeling from it though. There’s something about freedom, here. Maybe this job would allow a little more flexibility for your life or within your interpersonal relationships.

It looks like you really want it, and to be honest, why not, if you’re interested.

8 of cups

It’s funny, you’re wined and dined and you leave it all behind. Perhaps you’ll lose interest? But if you think deeply, there’s a need for meaning when it comes to your job role or vocation. Perhaps this might not meet your need for true meaning, a sense of purpose and a feeling like belonging.

If you look more into it, you might find that it doesn’t tick all the boxes after all, or you may have misunderstood something. Maybe there’s something important that this just wouldn’t be able to give you. I wouldn’t say don’t go for it, but I would probably advise not to have rose tinted glasses. I get a big feeling that there are some very strong needs that you can’t compromise on, and you only should if it’s safe to. But to be honest, there may be a better fit elsewhere.

Right so let’s look into your skills and if you are a match.

Outlets and Advocacy

What’s this? A remedy for the daily grind? That’s right, here’s the boost you need to experiment with some new past times and hobbies. Work can feel uncreative sometimes, or not aligned with who you are, or completely and utterly devoid of any sort of meaning or value or shred of humanity - but don’t despair! You have the ability to express yourself in other ways, and life is full of meaningful endeavours. There’s no need to chain your life to a boring job when there are gardens to grow, baseballs to throw, and pudding-based performance art installations to show. Get out there!

Interesting, we talked about needing it to be meaningful for you. 

I am my own best advocate. When I have an idea, I share it. When I have a need, I speak up about it. When I tell a joke and none of my coworkers laugh, I make sure to repeat it….and then explain it… and if need be, draw a diagram so everyone gets it.

You might bring some good humor to the workplace lol.

Overall this is good energy of someone who doesn’t sit down and take things. Very active in the workplace, someone who bring their ideas forward, someone who has vision and probably can’t stand a boring or simple type of role. You need some kind of creative input, you need to share those ideas and solutions.

You do have a bit of advice though with outlets, because even if you feel your work lacks meaning right now in this moment, you still have the ability to have meaning in the rest of your life. Your work is not your life, remember you’re more than that and you have meaning no matter what! You give meaning to wherever you are! You add something, wherever you go. You’re important and if you are currently working somewhere now, you are valuable no matter what they say (or don’t).

Now, what does this role ask of you? What does it want from applicants?

Filling the well

Feeling like your brain could use a tiny jump start? It might be time to take a break and go explore some completely unrelated territory for a few days. Wells can only provide so much water before they dry up. And brains are the same way. Regardless, your brain could use a kick in the brain pants, so step away from your routing and head to the nearest museum, park, concert, or chowder cook-off. Do it now! Hurry! Before your boss sees you climbing out the window!

So this role could be adventurous for you, or different than what you have worked in. Could literally involve a public place like museums concert halls etc. Seems kind of cerebral too. Could involve travel. I really feel like saying though, it’s more about your needs than the excitement of it that seems important.

So I think it’ll require more activity, figuring stuff out more, for you to travel from place to place maybe. So if you go for it, maybe ask about that. (It seems like you’re a good match, since you can put yourself out there).

Added note after: So fill your own well with 8 of cups here too. It’s about you finding meaning regardless. You are important and things outside are important. Things you create personally are important and life changing. You are valuable interpersonally! This is a hint to look after yourself right now. You might be overdoing it or expecting too much of yourself currently.

I hope that this helps you understand it a little more and what to keep in mind.

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Group 2 (shell)

I just got really cold then. Lol.

Look for a sign, and forgiveness.

Another interesting one.

Knight of swords.

Did you have an argument with someone? Or a disagreement? Oh dear, looks like someone said something harsh. Is this more about thinking you should leave as a result, to get away from a current role?

This could also be that you’re clashing with someone in your life. Maybe you’re only thinking of this role because your parent is telling you to “get a job already”. I don’t feel that much interest in it to be honest? This gives me the motivations of “i want to get away from this person, or stop the conflict, so this can be an out.”

Look for a sign is clarified by 7 of cups. It really is giving me the idea that you’re not sure you even want this particular role anyway. 

Or - you’re interested but confused if it’s the right fit. There’s just a lot of uncertainty here, and I would say that if you want to know if you should go for something, look at your true desires and motivation. That will give you a good idea on yes or no itself. I don’t think the angels or spirit would encourage you to go for something that doesn’t make you happy, or that doesn’t give you a sense or belonging or that doesn’t ensure your wellbeing. 

I really get the vibe that you’re hearing things you don’t want to hear, it’s unpleasant, and you need a break. If it’s possible, maybe get a day off or a day away from your situation. Let your mind rest, because when I see 7 of cups it’s usually when someone has been thinking so much that they’ve become confused. That’s no way to make a decision. 

And i’m calling you out - don’t worry, i’ve done  it too - you’ve probably been looking outside yourself to be told if you should or shouldn’t. Don’t get me wrong, I get it, you’re here after all, but I’m seeing more doubt in yourself here.

It’s like you don’t trust yourself. This can look like going with the motions, asking spirit for signs (but nothing is good enough or convincing enough), feeling the pressure too much from people around you. Indecision in general. I really feel you, here. Forgiveness could be a nod to forgiving yourself. Why don’t you give yourself a shot? If you had to make a split second decision here and now, would you?

I’m just getting the sense of being really harsh with yourself, remembering the coldness or nastiness of others, and other things all accumulating. Please grab your power back - that’s where the self agency is.

And you know what, even if people disagree with your moves or are unhappy with it - let it be. There’s freedom in that too. I see how down some people are here, and I really feel like your self esteem or confidence has taken a hit.

Peoples words seem to really get to you, but I think there’s a partial reason to this - (I got de ja vu, so strong) Maybe you’ve been bullied or put down very often which I’m so sorry for if true - one of the reasons being is that I see your energy has been kind of…ripped? It’s like a shield that’s disintegrated.

One little thing that I think can help you is to cleanse yourself energetically and shield yourself. You can ask archangel michael to come in, cleanse you of negativity and fear, replace it with positive white light and then ask him to put his blue/purple cloak over you to shield and protect you from outward negative energy. Really close your eyes and visualize this if you can.

A skillset of yours is

Ego

When my selfish ego rears its ugly, screaming little head, i calmly toss it a xanax and ask it to leave me alone. I’m a big, generous person, and in the grand scheme of things it doesn’t matter if smeone else gets the credit for my idea. Because at the end of the day when you really stop to think about it, the idea might end up being bad and then they’ll have to take the fall. So there.

I think this is great. This is a hall mark for someone who can move past things and keep working, keep being involved in a team, let the grudges go etc. This is what you want at the workplace! This is a very professional mindset. More people need to be like you. But at the same time, I get the idea of putting yourself down again.

Let yourself have that bit of fire, let yourself be a little more confident or expressive. It’s for the benefit of the workplace in the end after all.

What does this role ask for?

Prep work

I make friends with the quiet loners- organization and planning - and i suddenly realize how cool they are! I start hanging out with them. And I bend to their influence. I even allow them to give my daily habits a makeover. Normally I wouldn’t succumb to peer pressure, but isn’t efficiency the best? C’mon, just let me fill in one more bullet journal…I promise i’ll be able to stop.

So with this if you do go for it, organizational skills are a must. If you have a job history, make sure you focus and highlight this skillset and examples of it. Good luck if you do go for it.

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Group 3 (lightning)

Very strong answer, card popped right out

Oooohhhh, interesting! This is nice imo.

Remain positive

This card talks about there being positive momentum towards this desire, you speed up your dreams with a cheerful or confident demeanour. It may seem like your dreams are taking a long time to manifest, but soon you will see a change. Don’t allow yourself to lose hope when your dreams are so close to coming true!

That’s so funny with the hanged man.

I think straight up it’s probably a good idea, even if you don’t get it, I feel you would be on the right track.

If you go for it, you might have to wait for interviews, there might be a delay in responding, there’s something that might hold it up. Maybe you’ve just been waiting for so long for an opportunity like this. Seize it with both hands! This is clearly something you’re interested in or have been hoping to see this type of role/opportunity. Why on earth wouldn’t you take a shot?

Do you not think you belong there or have a place? Manifestation is strongly hinted here - you can MAKE space. This amuses me, because it could even go so far as making a new role to allow you in. There’s something unusual or different about this situation. If you don’t get this role, you’ll likely manifest something similar or within the same company. The feeling of open possibilities is really strong here for me.

If you wanted confirmation, here it is! It seems exciting. I know it must have been hard. Hanged man comes up usually when we want to do anything BUT wait. When it’s such a drag and we are actively having to practise patience. When we don’t like it or feel frustrated. Maybe you’ve had to give something up, maybe in the past you’ve had to surrender an opportunity like this. Maybe you thought you’ve had signs, but nothing seemed to happen.

Well, you deserve this opportunity. You’ve done the work for it, you’ve put in the energy. I bet the receiving bit was hard lol. 

Your skills:

Faith and tenacity

Wowwww you’ve really stuck it out.

I know in my heart that everything will turn out awesome. So I’m willing tyo have faith and trust that anything that isn’t awesome will eventually lead me to something that is. But I’m ready for awesome whenever you are, universe. Y’hear me? Awesome.

If at first you don’t succeed, try, try…to remember that there’s an old tired saying about this for a reason. Everyone fails sometimes. But failure is only failure if it happens on the very last page of your story, and since you’re sill breathing that’s not where you’re at right now. So if you’ve hit an obstacle on your way to success, don’t sweat it. Dust off your air quote and hang them on that failure as a reminder that failures are a part of succes, and this is all part of your lifelong job. Then, get right back to it! Your next failure is waiting to bring you closer to your dreams.

You’ve got it all! You can do this! You will get where you want to be and it will be because of you. I’m rooting for you!

What the role asks of you:

Modesty

I am willing to be wrong. I am willing to not know all the answers. I’m even willing to admit to my boss that i screwed up. Behind all this humility is the me that knows it’s better to be modest than to be a die-hard, try-hard, know-it-all. Isn’t that mature and gracious of me? You’re welcome. So funny how it talks about “failure” and now its saying being willing to be wrong. Maybe you should highlight where you’ve been wrong or made mistakes, and how you’ve fixed them and grown? The workplace or people involved could value this trait as well in general. You will likely get along better with the right people if you are yourself, warts and all, willing to learn and grow.

No one walks in knowing everything, and being willing to acknowledge that and asks questions till you do know lots is very valued.

Hope this helped!

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Group 4 (sunflower)

It seems like the job role or employer asks for a lot. 

Helpful people

Money’s coming in. That’s so strange to see from this card. But people want to help, or there are people who will want to take you on. I’m getting under their wing as well. You might be in a vulnerable place right now, and that can feel lonely, but there are people or opportunities coming for you. (after a time of clouds hanging over you)

To be honest, you seem like you could be a leader in your field, or someone who has gained experience that is very valuable. I wouldn’t be surprised if this is maybe a step up for you or has an opportunity for you. If you currently have a job then people might go to you a lot for advice, tips, or help. Helpful people might hint to a job role such as customer service, or dealing with the public in general.

You really do have something valuable to bring to the table, and this particular role should be grateful if they get you, because i see that you would be able to help them out a lot.

The angels have something to do with this. It looks like one of them is tapping the lady on the head lol. Like ‘hey, look at this’. I see that you bring a lot of clarity to a place. You could be good with communication (which is sadly not that common actually. Talking up a big game is different from communicating effectively in the workplace.)

The fool is a good sign as well. This talks about having faith and trusting. There’s a little angel and demon on his shoulders here, so you might have a choice to make, or you’re tempted to do something you feel you shouldn’t. It might be simply the temptation to stay somewhere for a certain perk vs going because you feel guided to.

The fool as always, gives the advice of look before you leap. Sure, trust is involved, but you don’t need to do it blindly. Ask people around you for advice or help with looking at the role and responsibilities fully. If you go for this, make sure to look at the contract fully, and ask questions that are specific and important to you.

Overall this is looking good for prospects. 

Your skill:

Oh. My. God.

It’s like I'm psychic or something. I’m turning the cards as I go. 

Communication

I am a masterful communicator with the ability to say what I think and feel in a way that doesn’t invoke conflict. Watch as I dodge the bullets of sass and snark! Marvel as I avoid the traps of passive-aggressiveness and victimhood! Be amazed that even though it’s sometimes stressful, I choose to communicate- an act that saves us all from the grips of certain unspoken seething!

Let me just bow down to you for a minute. THANK **** THERE ARE PEOPLE LIKE YOU. THANK YOU.

Moving on. What does the role ask of you?

Decisiveness

I go with my gut, when faced with decisions, I make my choices quickly and confidently. I trust my experience and skill and I will boldly and proudly go anywhere they lead me! So maybe you could focus a bit on how you’ve made important decisions independently AND leading a group. Maybe how one went well, and if something didn’t, how you mitigated that. There’s lots of leadership/managerial energy. A good mix of independent and group working together.

Good luck in your job hunt! You seem very capable and I hope your workplace appreciates you and your skills!

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For reading. I hope you enjoyed. I have discovered ai imagery. I don't know if I'm into it. Oh well.

[ganxiously]

Do you think they’ll continue exploring BuckTommy next season?

Okay, this is a bit complicated to answer right now so bear with me on this - I think I am about 95% on the fact that Tommy will return next season. Why? Mostly because of two reasons, well two and a half really -

1. There's a shift in how they have approached the relationship with the media. Before, Tommy was barely a discussion unless a journalist specifically asked about the relationship and even then we only got a vague response. And I don't think we need an expert to see that things seem to have taken a full u-turn this recent press tour. Oliver Stark, the master of making non-committal statements, has been literally gushing over Tommy and the BuckTommy relationship. He said something along the lines of I am looking forward to seeing what happens with that relationship next season and it would be very weird for him to drop that statement and then not have Tommy show up anymore. Especially since suddenly bringing up Tommy when he hasn't even been seen with Buck for 3 episodes could have no purpose other than to remind the audience that they need to look out for him next season.

2. The story was again deliberately left unfinished. They could have put a stop to it at any point. All it would take is probably 10 seconds of screen time. They could have had Tommy say it was just a one-night stand in 8.11 or say he was only there for Chimney in 8.15 or have a brief scene of them in 8.16 acknowledging they did not have the right timing and agreeing to just be friends (this would have the added benefit of freeing up Buck's romantic arc and setting up Tommy as an independent recurring to be pulled in when they need an oompf factor). But they did none of those things and instead have almost stubbornly kept these two characters tied together. That has to amount to something.

The half - What was the point of spending so much money on Lou and on helicopters if they weren't going to bring him back. Remember they didn't use Lou in the beenado episodes despite there being a perfect opportunity to do so and that was probably because of the pending breakup. The fact that they have done so now should logically indicate the opposite.

So, yes on Tommy coming back next season and also to it being related to Buck's romantic arc. Now, what I am not so sure about is how the relationship will pan out. Tim usually doesn't drag stories over but he did that last season so we can presume he might do it again this time around. But even then, all of that was end-of-season stuff that was resolved in the first 3 episodes. What's different in this case is that instead of a last arc story, the relationship drama has lasted all season and I don't know if that means we should expect a faster resolution or a slower one. Or even if we should expect one in the first place. I had said this in one earlier post - "This is probably the only romance arc that has given them so much engagement, on both sides of the front. Resolving it would take out one side so they might want to milk it for at least half a season more.". This still holds true but with how the finale panned out, I can't say for sure if they want to resolve it/resolve it soon and take away the engagement it is giving them.

So there you go. I don't know if I made any sense, I had a very straining day at work and English is taking a lot of energy right now but I hope I was at least able to answer your question.

There's one last thing I'd like to add though, which is that all of this is at best conjecture and I have been wrong a lot before so take it with a grain of salt. Whether Tommy will turn up next season or not is dependent on a lot of external factors like actor schedules, contracts, the overall plot and the creative whimsy of one Tim Minear so don't stress too much about it. I'd suggest focusing more on fanworks instead of holding out for canon like I am trying to do. The fans are doing a much better job anyways.

[consistencynevermether]

Hello!!! I saw that did so much works on vere and I love all of them,they are the best vere fics!!! I love how you characterize vere and make him feel so in character.

And if you're still taking requests, can you do a headcanon or fic being in a relationship with vere or maybe doing a fic about a confession between vere and the MC. Like who would confess and how it would happen.

Anyway, have a good day and no pressure about doing this request if you're not up for it. You been doing such a good job of all your fics, and you're my fav vere x reader writer!!!! <3

Asidhasjaisdhflkasdh thank you, the fact that some people really like my silly lil vere fics means so much to me! I try to write Vere as in canon as possible, I'm so glad that comes across! I decided to do something a little different than normal and do headcanons instead of a full fic. Thank you for the ask! :D

Vere relationships headcanons:

The core of a romantic relationship with Vere would be based on loyalty and understanding. Vere would have to 100% trust you would never sell him out, or leave him (I feel like he lowkey has some trust issues left over from whatever situationship he and Ais had going on)

Despite how secretive he is, once you get into a relationship with Vere, communication is key. He needs to know the big things, like what the two of you will do once you're both free. Do you want to stay in Eridia? Get revenge on those who fucked you over? (he's a big fan of that one.) Start a new life somewhere with just the two of you? All options.

I think Vere would find himself willing to stay in Eridia, at least as a home base. At first, he'd just want to burn the synovium to the ground, not caring what happens to the surrounding city. But if you want, I think you can steer him away from that. He won't admit it, but there's few things he wouldn't do for you. Not limited to, actually giving a shit about this soggy marsh people dained to call a city. You had friends here, it was one of the safest places for humans, and he had memories with you in this city. All reasons he could find ways to think fondly of Eridia. 

He also wants to know about the little things, like where you're going or who you'll be meeting with if it's someone he doesn't know. There are a few hints in the demo that Vere is a “fell first” kind of man, and he holds onto the people he cares about tightly, only letting a select few get close. He's not trying to control you, he knows you can handle yourself. Despite this, you're still human. If something does happen to go wrong, he wants to know where you are and who you're with, so he can come find you if need be, and kill whoever is stupid enough to try and hurt you.

Speaking of other people, how many people know about your relationship will definitely change over time. If you start off together before he's free from the Sinobium, nobody can know about your relationship. Ais at most. But after he's free? You're going to have to physically stop him from making out with you in front of the Abbess. If you really don't want everyone to know, he’ll respect that. But if it's up to Vere? It'll be the most obvious thing in the city, and he has three major reasons for that

One: his pride. Once the Sinobium loses its control over him, he's free to be as chaotic and wild as he wants. What better way to say fuck you to the Sinobium by making it clear you and him are an item now. They wanted both of you for their little experiments, and now they get neither. 

Two: his nature. Vere naturally seems to gravitate to being a touchy person, even in public. Its not intentional, its instinct. He cant help that his tail wants to wrap around you, or that resting his head on your chest feels so nice. So even if you ask him to keep it on the down low, itll be a bit of an open secret.

Three: safety. Once again, you're a human. No matter how strong you are, how clever, how impressive your magic, how good your foresight is, there will always be a certain fragility to being a human that will always haunt him. Even if you're the strongest person around, one dagger into one of your vital organs, and you're gone, just like that. But if people know you're with him, then there will be an understanding; messing with you is bad for someone's long-term health. Specifically, their ability to keep breathing. 

Speaking of human fragility: absolutely not. Vere is not the type to just accept he only has less than 70 more years with you and thats it. He will not “carry on” or “find the joy in the world they left behind” or any of that bullshit,. He will find a way to make you just as immortal as he is; he will not be left behind again. Don't go dying on him, because he will drag you back from hell if he has too. 

While your home base can be Erida, Vere does want to explore the world again. Go back to the places he used to haunt, see new sights, anywhere that lets him know he's truly free of his chains. If you don't want to come along, he's 100% fine with that; he appreciates his alone time just as much as you do, but he definitely wants you to join him for a few trips. Now that the two of you are together, he wants you to know every aspect of him, all the good and bad parts. And trust, he absolutely wants you to do the same. It's fine if there are certain things you don't want to talk about, you can't keep secrets like your curse from him, not while in a relationship. 

A/N: i hope yall enjoyed! I had a few headcannons about vere confessing but i wasnt really sure wether to go tragic or humorus with them, so i decided to leave them out. Maybe ill go back to it one day lmao. Make sure to stay hydrated yall, peace out ✌️!!!!

[m1ssunderstanding]

I enjoy your blog and opinion especially father and son McCartney. I don't mean anything bad with this post. I just try to understand Paul a bit more. Can you give some opinion about Paul's relationship with his Mother Mary, the aunts, and the stepmother and sister Ruth. I've seen some posts and read a few biographs but it doesn"t really seem to fit. Do you think his Mother would have allowed Paul to become a part if the band? And this is just a personal question to you. Do you think that Paul's father might have thought about the queer posibilty with Paul and John?

Hahaha you're like "you do know he has other family members too, right?"

And you are so correct! Thanks for asking this, I'm really excited to get into my thoughts on these extremely niche, rare Beatles characters lol.

Long rambling road under the cut

Mary:

Born to an Irish immigrant father and a Liverpool-Irish mother in Liverpool.

When her mother died when she was very young, her father lost everything in a horse racing bet and moved them back to a tiny farm in Ireland where she was expected to become the new mother to her younger siblings

When her father remarried, his new wife basically acted like Cinderella's step mother to Mary, so she found shelter with some aunts in Liverpool.

At 14, she started working full time as a nurse, while continuing to train to expand her skill set.

By the time WWII came around, she was a state registered nurse and midwife.

She was 31 when she met Jim. At that age at that time, she was considered a spinster. Secondary sources say she was too career-driven to have thought of marriage, and that's possible. But my theory is she just wasn't interested in the whole husband and kids thing after her childhood experiences. Whatever the case, Jim won her over easily, according to sources.

Jim also won her over when it came to religious studies. Apparently, before Jim Mary was a somewhat faithful Catholic, and though it mattered enough to her to have her boys baptized (or christened or whatever it is they do to babies) and taught the basics of the religion at home, she agreed they would not go to Catholic school or attend mass. My theory is this was a class climbing thing.

Because they were part of the war effort, Jim and Mary were allowed to live in government housing, and they continued doing so after the war because Mary continued working for the government.

Paul and Mike always say it was her choice to constantly be moving to slightly nicer apartments in slightly nicer areas. I don't know if she earned that choice through just being really dedicated to her job or through diplomacy with whoever was in charge of that or both, but I would love to know. We know Paul got his diplomacy skills from Jim and trauma, but could be also have some from Mary's side?

Mary was apparently quite strict with her children, had extremely high expectations for academics, behavior, cleanliness, and even accent. She must have approved at least to some degree of Jim's corporal punishment, because she would threaten to call him in when she was very upset with her sons (for example, when Paul drew a nude woman at school). She was the more affectionate parent, but neither Paul nor Mike describe her as notably cuddly or doting, and if she only managed to say to her husband that she loved him on her death bed, it's not entirely out of the realm of possibilities that she did the same to her children.

When Paul has been asked about his earliest memory, he has mentioned three things that I'm aware of. 1. Waiting to hit some bully over the head with a crow bar (sounds too crazy to be true but also too crazy to be a lie) 2. A neighbor gifting his mother a porcelain doll in gratitude for her work to bring their baby into the world (he says people would bring gifts often) 3. His mother bicycling to work in the snow (she continued to ride her bicycle to work even doubled over in pain during her struggle with breast cancer, and she was on call at all hours of the night and day)

Although Mary worked very hard outside the home and always made more money than Jim, it seems she also took on the majority, if not the entirely, of the housework. Before her death, Paul remembers her heaping piles of pancakes on shrove Tuesday, sugar butties, scouse, and yorkshire pudding with golden syrup. After Mary's death, Mike remembers eating bread fried in lard, fighting over it with Paul, and ending up throwing it at the wall, leaving a stain, and getting in trouble. Paul also took on cooking responsibility after Mary's death. Mary kept the house immaculately clean. She refused to own a clothes washer, saying it was immoral. When she was literally about to die from tumors in her breasts and brain, Mary deep the whole house and laid out her children's clothes, so everything would be ready if she didn't come back. (Which is insane on multiple levels. 1. That poor woman. Why did she feel like she had to do all that? 2. As a mom, I'd rather spend that time doing some activity my children enjoyed or talking with them or writing them letters or something, but for whatever reason, either Mary just didn't have that in her, or she genuinely thought the house was more important)

Paul definitely has (or had) a lot of strong feelings about Mary. Two of his biggest regrets as far as things he wishes he hadn't said had to do with her. The first was while she was alive. She, as mentioned before, was very big on the Received Pronunciation accent because she was very big on giving her sons a better life than she'd been given and at the time that was a major key to the class ladder. Anyway, once, when they had company over, Mary was trying to talk posh, and Paul corrected her in front of the company and she was clearly very embarrassed and he immediately regretted it and continued to regret it for decades. Then there's the infamous (VALID!) "what are we going to do without her money?" quote, which has been talked about. I bring it up here to point out that pre-teen Paul very much depended on his mother financially. Speaking of memories of his mother, though, Paul said, in the early 2000s I believe, that if he could go back in time for any reason, it would be to spend more time with his mother.

The family didn't have money for a marked grave at the time (I assume) and her grave remains unmarked to this day, probably for privacy and respect, but someone on the Mohin side of the family made a big stink about it on the internet because Paul was apparently stingy with that side of the family. Whatever.

My I guess nutshell take on Mary is this. Paul didn't really think his mom was cool like he thought his dad was, but he understood that she was the parent he needed to model himself after if he was going to be successful, so he tried to be practical, hard working, perfectionistic, ambitious, stoic, dependable, gentle, strong, etc like she was.

Mike:

I really think this quote sort of defines the complication and depth of love in their relationship.

Everybody was quite confident that Paul would pass the eleven-plus – for Mum and Dad thought of him as the brains of the family. And of course, he didn’t let us down, because he was a natural at exams. When I passed in my turn, it was so unexpected, apparently, that Mum burst out crying – I think the idea that she had two “intelligent” sons was too much for her! They say sensitivity often goes with intelligence and certainly I’d say this was true of Paul. Although on the surface he tried to give the impression that he was a fairly tough, swashbuckling, mildly-tearaway character, underneath there was a great deal of thoughtfulness and real tenderness.” – Mike McCartney, 1965

They also did all the normal sibling stuff like dangerous dares, rough housing embarrassment, stupid shenanigans, etc, and there are stories of Paul coming to Mike's aid when it came to bullies at school and their dad. There's all the great pictures Mike took of Paul with the camera Paul got him, the McGear album, and Paul being Mike's best man.

My take is that they were and are very close and loving and protective of each other despite being sort of accidentally pitted against each other by the toxic family roles they fell into.

Aunts:

Just on Jim's side there were six aunts, and on Mary's there were potentially three, though I'm not sure how close they were with that side of the family.

btw very weird naming going on. There's an Ann and an Annie as well as having an auntie Jin, Jim's older sister.

Jim's side actually started having these "family sing songs" when he was very young for the purpose of making money for the family the minute they were gifted that piano Paul learned on. They'd advertise and charge for admission to these things. They kept them up, just for a family bonding experience, long after they'd all got grown up jobs and spouses and kids. Paul remembers these events extremely fondly, credits them for much of his success as a composer, and brings them up any time anyone asks about his family life growing up. The drunken singing aunties generally feature prominently. Paul also kept up the tradition at least into the late seventies.

Paul and Mike were sent to live with a few different aunties for a few months after Mary's death while the family tried to get Jim's suicidal ideation etc under control. Accounts vary, but I believe it was once of these aunts who told them the news about their mother and sent them to school that very day.

Some of the aunts would take turns coming on about a biweekly basis to help Jim Paul and Mike around the house after Mary's death. We don't know if this continued indefinitely or just until they could get their feet under them again. Either way, they definitely get points for doing that.

Auntie Jin once told Mike and Paul off for looking unhappy soon after their mother's death and reminded them to think of their father and stop acting so sad. Well meaning, I'm sure, since she was probably terrified for them that one little thing could result in their losing a second parent in the most horrible way. But. Definitely scaring.

Auntie Jin was known as "control" and was very much the Queen Bea of the family.

Once Paul got money, he began paying for extended family expenses, like phone bills, hospital stays, or new furniture. This obviously includes the aunties.

When the extended family heard he was getting into weed, they sent Auntie Jin to go talk some sense into him, but he converted her and she went home and converted the whole family.

My general take on the aunties is this. They all seem to be doing their very very best with very very little. I don't even begrudge the emotional abuse because they genuinely didn't have a better option. I do wince at the financial exploitation, but only slightly. It's one of those things where you would hope they'd have a little more empathy for their nephew holding up the family like Louisa from Encanto, but nobody is perfect.

Angie:

Married a man almost 30 years her senior after meeting him five times to make sure he had full access to his millionaire son's bank account.

Enabled, or at least did nothing to stop, her husband's crippling gambling addiction, instead allowing her stepson to cover the damages.

Resented when said unlimited bank account turned into an allowance upon said son's marriage and fatherhood.

Panicked when her ancient husband kicked it and immediately sold off the famous son's personal childhood mementos while he was conveniently in another country for work.

Got pissed and went to the press when stepson cut her off.

Calls herself Mrs McCartney to this day for marketing purposes and milks that dead relationship like an abused dairy cow.

Do I blame her for getting that bag? Not really. Am I a fan? Not really.

Ruth:

Remembers thinking Jim's new mansion and the nice things inside it were impossibly huge and fantastic when she first met him.

Remembers Jim as kind, gentle, and stoic.

Remembers Paul's time with Jane Asher very fondly and seems almost to credit her for her positive early memories of Paul, such as them (she also remembers John) teaching her how to ride a bike or taking her shopping. Paul bought her a dog and they'd play in the backyard and experiment when being parents on her and she loved it.

Her remembrances shift dramatically with the arrival of Linda. The shared bank account closed, Paul was focused on his actual children, and she has a few memories of Paul verbally taking out his pain on her similar to the apple employees.

Then, she gets almost Francie Schwartz levels of bitter after Paul cut her and her mother off. She was almost seventeen, and Paul had paid for her to go to all the best schools all her life and set her up with every possible advantage, not to mention the famous connection she'd go on to drag into the next century. I don't feel bad at all.

My basic take on her is this. Spoiled brat. Excellent source on Paul and his dad.

Did Jim think John and Paul might've been gay for each other?

My gut tells me yes, but there's really no way of knowing. Jim might've hated John because he was worried about Paul's sexuality, or he might've just hated John for being a positive presence in his son's life who encouraged independence. Who knows?

Would Mary have allowed Paul to become part of the band?

I think her attitude would've been very similar to Mimi's -- weirdly I think those two would've been great friends and I actually would love to see a Mimi/Mary fix-it fic someday. But. -- I think Paul would've had some difficulty defying his mother simply because his respect for her was so great, but I actually hate when people go with that Mike quote that says she would've never allowed the band. I think if Paul got past his dad's physical and financial abuse as well as the emotional manipulation in order to be in the band, he would've found a way to get around Mary too.

[cosmosbabydoll]

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞 જ⁀➴ 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Elliot finally meets the quiet nurse

!!MENTIONS OF GUN VIOLENCE!! Angst, fluff, slow burn, enemies to lovers, emotional hurt, comfort, trauma recovery, guarded characters, mutual pining, survival themes, protective male lead, soft girl x rough guy

The rain hadn’t stopped for hours. The drops were loud as they pelted against the medic tent like distant artillery—constant, dull, impossible to ignore. You were rinsing the blood off your hands after stitching up Tommy’s rather large gash on his leg when the flap of an entrance opened hard, nearly ripped clean of its ties.

He stood there, soaked and grimacing, a fresh streak of red down his temple. Elliott.

He didn’t ask for help or say anything for that matter. He stared at you like you were the one who did this, like this whole thing was your fault.

You were like a deer in headlights; Elliott’s presence scared you—dark and moody, like you never did anything right… Well, that's what the other nurses told you; you were scared to face him. This time you're stuck, no backup, no saving you from his scowl and harsh demeanour.

“Are you going to do your fuckin’ job, sweetheart?” he muttered, stepping inside without permission. “Or do you just stare at all the men that walk in bleeding?”

His raspy tone quickly pulled you out of the daze you were in; meanwhile, your heart picked up a little. “Sorry, you can sit down there, I’ll grab clean supplies.” You spoke softly, thinking—hoping it would keep him calm while you fixed him up.

He huffed while he sat on the cot; his eyes roamed around the room as you quickly and quietly grabbed your things. From what you gathered in your trance, there's a bullet graze on the side of his head; an inch to the left, he would have been dead.

You quickly put down your stuff on the cart and rolled it towards him sitting on the cot; by the time you reached him, he was already glaring at you. You stood in front of him before you spoke in a hushed tone, “Elliott, can you tell me what happened just to make sure I treat it properly?”

He quickly sighed before he spoke, almost like he was embarrassed with what happened. “I took off my helmet because I jammed the strap into my neck; it wouldn’t loosen. I was practically fuckin’ suffocating.” He spoke unwillingly with his first sentence, but the second one sounded less robotic.

He sighed again. “A few minutes later shots were fired, and I guess I got lucky.”

This sentence was shot at her like the bullet was to his big head. You thought to yourself. “Okay, well, I’m going to clean it for you, stitch you up, and send you on your way.” Your tone remained the same, not wanting to make either of your days longer than they already have been.

Elliott didn't say anything. He just sat there, jaw tight, fingers flexing in his lap like he was itching for a smoke or a fight—maybe both. The blood had started to dry at the edge of the wound, a muddy mix of red and rainwater trailing down his squared jaw. His breath was heavy, nose flaring with each exhale, like sitting still cost him something.

You reached forward slowly, gently tilting his stubbled chin with your fingers so you could see better. He didn’t flinch, but his eyes locked onto yours—sharp, unreadable, like he was daring you to say something about the mess he was.

He didn’t like being touched. That much was obvious. But he didn't stop you either.

“This’ll sting,” you warned, more out of habit than anything. You weren't sure he even felt pain the way others did. Maybe he just buried it deeper.

He grunted in response, the corner of his mouth twitching, but whether it was from discomfort or amusement, you couldn’t tell.

You dabbed the gash with antiseptic-soaked gauze, and his breath hitched once. Just once. His fists clenched together, murmuring a “bitch” under his breath.

He took a deep breath. “Are you always this quiet?” He asked suddenly, his voice low but jarring.

You blinked, not looking away from his wound. “I guess.”

“That’s why they keep sending you in here alone?” He added. “Too soft to complain?”

The words stung more than you expected, but you didn’t react—not visibly. You just kept working, cleaning up the blood that didn’t belong to someone who was still breathing.

“I don't mind being quiet,” you answered, voice even. “Some people don’t like being talked to when they’re in pain.”

He watched you. Really watched. Like he was trying to figure out if you meant it or if it was just something you told yourself to sleep better at night.

The silence stretches again, thick with rain and tension. Then, barely above the sound of his breath:

“What’s your name, sweetheart?”

The question caught you off guard. He knew it—everyone did—but the way he asked felt deliberate. Like maybe now it meant something.

You said it softly, and his eyes didn’t leave yours.

“Right,” he muttered. “Well.”

And then, quieter—almost under his breath:

“Someone like you shouldn’t be somewhere like this.”

You didn’t answer. Just threaded the needle; let the silence hold the weight of his words.

The next morning you were up just before sunrise for your shift; once again, you were the only one assigned to his unit during the day. Luckily Erik is in charge of the unit, as he had everything in order for the most part, keeping everyone as safe as possible.

You quickly made your way to the crappy sink to brush your teeth before setting up; you had slept in your uniform as always. After you finished up with your teeth, you began to put your hair up in a bun—quickly you were interrupted.

Your name was being called just outside the tent. It was Elliott.

You hurry with your hair before walking to the tent's entrance, when suddenly Elliott enters the tent urgently. Unfortunately, you were not even a foot from the entrance, so when he entered, he knocked you straight to the ground.

“Shit,” Elliott groans, “I didn’t mean to—I scratched open my stitches in my sleep. Are you okay?”

You pushed yourself up off the ground while he ranted; he was less stoic than yesterday—he was covered in a thin layer of sweat, wearing only a tank top with his uniform pants and heavy boots.

“Yeah, fine. Are you okay?” You countered. “You look like you‘ve just seen a ghost.”

After pointing out his state of distress, his eyes narrowed as he swallowed, seemingly trying to hide from his feelings. “Yeah, I just need help—please.”

He paused before saying please, almost like it hurt him to say it.

Your eyes flicked over to him—his temple was bleeding again, red trailing down his cheek, meeting the stubble that covered his jaw, connecting to his ridiculously big moustache. The sweat on his skin made the wound look worse, more vivid under the soft early light.

You nodded silently, stepping aside so he could sit on the cot. He didn’t meet your gaze as he passed, just muttered something under his breath—maybe a thanks, maybe nothing at all.

You grabbed fresh supplies with practiced hands, but your pulse was quick. The Elliott from yesterday had been harsh and guarded. This one? Still sharp, but… fraying. Whatever had happened in his sleep had shaken him, and he was trying hard not to show it.

You approach slowly, more cautious this time.

“You’re sure it was just from sleeping?” You asked, voice gentle, not pushing but not letting it go either.

He didn’t answer at first. Just stared at the floor, then finally muttered, “Had a dream.”

You stopped, eyes flicking up to his face. His teeth grinding against each other. His hands picked at the dirt caked onto his pants.

“Not the kind you wake up from feelin’ lucky,” he added dryly.

You said nothing—just reached for the gauze. You dabbed at the blood again, more carefully this time, and even though you didn’t ask, he kept talking, like the words were clawing their way out of his throat whether he wanted them to or not.

“I saw it happen differently,” he said. “The shot. Closer. Felt it. Heard it. Couldn’t wake up.”

You slowed your movements, but you didn’t interrupt. He wasn’t really looking at you—just past you, at the blank canvas walls of the tent.

“Didn’t even have the helmet. Stupid, right?” He scoffed bitterly. “I got real fuckin’ lucky, and I know it—I was so close.”

Your hands faltered for a second.

Then you said, softly, “That sounds terrifying.”

He didn’t respond. Not for a moment.

Then: “You ever have dreams like that?”

You hesitated. Then nodded. “Not like yours. But… yeah.”

He nodded once, slowly, and for the first time, he looked up at you—not past you, not through you. At you.

“You don’t belong here,” he said again, but there was something different in the way he said it this time. Not like before—condescending or cold. This time, it sounded like regret.

You offered a small smile. “Maybe. But I’m here.”

He held your gaze. “And you’re doing a hell of a job.”

You finished cleaning him up, heart a little louder in your chest. “I could say the same to you.”

Something shifted between you then. Quiet, but real. His shoulders dropped a fraction, and the storm behind his eyes calmed just enough.

Then, low and rough, “Thanks… for not treating me like a fuckin’ ghost.”

You gave a quiet breath of a laugh, your fingers brushing his temple one last time. “You’re welcome. Even if you nearly knocked me unconscious this morning.”

His lips twitched—just barely. “Guess that makes us even.”

“Guess so,” you nodded with a soft smile on your face before grabbing the thread and needles. “Let’s get you fixed up.”

After you sent Elliott on his way, you didn’t expect to see him for the rest of the day, but every hour he would come back asking for random things. At first it was believable: medical tape, a tourniquet, and some bandages. Then it became water, a pen, and then—

“Hey,” he called your name as he waltzed in as you were checking Sam for a concussion. “You got that stuff you use for your lips? They’re really dry.”

You looked away from Sam for a split second before directing Elliott. “See on the counter beside the sink? Yeah, right there. That bag has all my toiletries.”

While Elliott grabs what he needs, you tell Sam he’s good to go, and he and Elliott walk out together, not before Sam laughs at him. “Dude, you’re so whipped.”

You stifled a smile as you heard Sam’s teasing echo outside the tent, followed by Elliott’s low grunt of annoyance.

“Shut the fuck up, Sam.”

There was no real heat in it, though—more bark than bite.

The tent fell quiet again, and for a moment you just stood there, hand still on your clipboard, blinking at the entrance like you were trying to process what just happened. Of all things, lip balm? He could’ve asked anyone. Hell, he could’ve stolen it from someone’s pack.

But he came to you.

You busied yourself tidying up, pretending not to think about it. But you were. The shift in his behaviour since last night—it was subtle, but real. Less venom in his voice. Less armour in his eyes. Like something in him had cracked open, just enough for the light to bleed in.

You didn’t expect to see him again after that. Six times in one day? That felt like his limit.

But twenty minutes later, the flap rustled again.

This time, you didn’t even look up. “What now, Elliott?”

“I brought it back,” he muttered, and when you looked, he was standing awkwardly by the cot, holding out the little tin of balm like it was something fragile.

You raised an eyebrow, stepping closer. “You could’ve kept it.”

He shrugged one shoulder. “Didn’t feel right.”

There was a pause, and then—

“It smells like you,” he added under his breath, almost like he didn’t mean to say it aloud.

Your heart skipped, heat blooming at the base of your throat. You studied him quietly, searching for the usual scowl, the sarcasm—but it wasn’t there. He looked… tired. A little flushed from the heat outside. His buzz cut glistened with a layer of sweat.

You reached for the tin, fingers brushing his. He didn’t move.

“Thank you,” you said softly.

He looked at you for a long moment, then nodded once and stepped back. “You uh… you eat yet?”

You blinked. “What?”

He cleared his throat, eyes shifting like the question was heavier than it should’ve been. “I got a second tray. Ray owed me. Figured you'd rather have it over the shitty protein bars they try to feed you guys.”

You stared at him.

Elliott never offered anything, not that you’ve heard of from the night shift nurses. Never lingered. Never asked.

But here he was—helmetless, wounded, still wearing your chapstick, and offering you his extra rations.

Maybe Sam was right.

Maybe he was a little whipped.

But somehow, the thought didn’t make you feel powerful; it made you feel seen.

Elliott had dropped off the food before finishing the last bit of his slow day. He was right; you did prefer the food he gave you over the bricks of protein bars they usually gave you.

Once you finished eating, you cleaned up your station as it was close to the night shift, and you headed to get ready for bed.

Luckily tonight was warmer than other nights, so you removed your uniform top, which left you in an undershirt and your pants. You brushed your teeth and headed to your crappy bed for a night's rest.

You never fell asleep right away, though; you waited to make sure the night shift didn’t need anything else before they started their shift.

After some time passed, you slowly drifted off into the deepest sleep anyone could get on the mattress you had.

The low hum of the unit at night was oddly comforting—distant voices, boots crunching gravel, the occasional radio squawk. You were somewhere between dreaming and floating when a familiar voice cut through the haze.

“Is she asleep?”

Elliott.

You didn’t hear the reply at first, but someone from the night shift murmured back, confused. “I think so? Why?”

There was a pause, long and strange. Then Elliott’s voice again, rougher now—more hesitant. “I just… need to talk to her.”

Another pause. Some rustling. “She’s in the second cot to the left, near the med packs,” the medic finally replied, still unsure. “She’s off duty, though.”

But Elliott was already moving.

His boots were quieter now, like he was trying not to wake anyone else—like he cared.

You stirred as his shadow hovered beside your cot.

He didn’t say your name right away. He just crouched down near your bed, elbows on his knees, his fingers twitching against each other like he was bracing himself.

Then, softly, like it cost him something, “Hey.”

Your eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the dim light. You blinked up at him, confused, still half-asleep.

“Elliott…?” Your voice was soft, hoarse from sleep.

He nodded once, jaw clenched. “Sorry. I—fuck—I know you’re off, I just…”

You sat up slowly, rubbing your eyes. “What happened?”

He didn’t answer right away. His gaze dropped to the floor.

“Had another dream,” he finally muttered, his voice barely above a whisper and completely stripped of his usual demeanour. “Same one. Only worse.”

You could still see the sweat on his brow, the way his hands wouldn’t stay still. He wasn’t trying to hide it anymore. Not from you.

“Can I stay?” He asked suddenly, almost too fast. “Just for a minute. Just… until it goes away.”

Your heart ached a little. You nodded without thinking.

“Yeah,” you whispered, pulling the thin blanket back a few inches in silent invitation before sitting up against the steel frame of the cot. “Of course.”

Elliott exhaled like he’d been holding his breath the whole time. He climbed in slowly, cautiously, resting against the frame beside you like he was afraid he’d break something.

He didn’t touch you. Not at first.

But the second your head fell on his shoulder and your hand found his—warm, calloused, trembling slightly—he held on like it was the only real thing in the world.

Eventually, he rests his head on top of yours, and whispers your name, like it's the only soft thing left in the world.

You didn’t speak after that. You just lay there, the weight of the day and the war and the nightmares suspended for a while. And even though the bed was barely big enough, and the night was still humming outside, somehow, sleep came easier this time.

For both of you.

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Hello author!! I hope you're doing great, and if not I hope it'll get better for you hehe <3

I would like to request a Tokyo Debunker fic with Alan Mido x Female reader where he gets protective of Reader and gets in a fight, Reader snaps him out of it and then thanks him and comforts him when he starts to feel anxious because he doesn't want to hurt Reader 🥸

thought of this in the shower lolol have fun with it and thank you in advance!! 🙏🏻

lots of love, mwah <33

Hi! Thank you for your request! Sorry this took so long. I really loved writing this! I hope you like the fanfic!

Gentle Hands

Fandom: Tokyo Debunker

Characters: Alan Mido x gn! Reader

Word Count: 1.8k (1,804 words)

This fic can also be read on AO3!

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When some general students at Darkwick start giving you trouble, Alan steps in to defend you. But when the dust settles, Alan's fears and insecurities start coming back.

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“That’s the one I was telling you about. The honor student. The investigator.”

You heard the derision in the voice of the general student as you passed them by but paid no attention to it. You’d heard a lot worse from the students at Darkwick in the last few months. And some of those things were from people you now considered to be friends. Or at least as close to friends as you could get with some of those ghouls.

But the voices followed you as you walked down the hallway, never growing quieter as you heard footsteps behind you.

“I hear there’s nothing they’ll disagree with. You can say anything to them and they’ll just nod their head and bite their tongue.”

A snicker followed this as a second voice joined in. “I’ve heard that goes for asking them to do things as well. The professors order them around all the time. So do the ghouls. Reckon we’d have the same luck?”

“Let’s see, shall we? Hey, honour student!”

You’d reached the courtyard by that stage and the yell bounced off the surrounding walls. You paused and, against your better judgement, turned around. Two second years stood in front of you. While they didn’t seem physically menacing, you were suddenly aware of the lack of other students in the courtyard.

“Yes?” The less words you said, the less they could torment you. You hoped.

“I left my bag back in my room this morning, could you go get it for me?”

You frowned. “If you left it in your bag this morning, you can go get it yourself during lunch break.”

The student on the right’s brow furrowed. “Ah, but honour student, it’s your job to help out right?”

“It’s my job to help out the ghouls. Not general students. And not about something as small as a forgotten bag.”

The faces of both students darkened. “So you’re saying we’re not as important as the ghouls, huh?”

You shook your head. “Not at all. Just that I’m not here to be ordered around by you.”

At this, both students turned furious, yelling insults and derogatory comments at you. One took a step forwards, raising a hand as if to strike. Instinctually, you took a step back. But your back bumped into something firm and warm. A squeak of terror escaped you as you whirled around.

Alan stood there, arms crossed, his face the dark glower of barely contained anger.

The tirade from the students trailed off as they took in the sight of the newcomer to the conversation.

“Are they bothering you?” As Alan’s eyes fixed on yours, his expression softened, concern flickering in his gaze. You weren’t sure if he knew quite how obvious he was about his affection towards you but you weren’t going to rush him. He’d come to you in his own time.

Your shoulders dropped in relief but even as they did, you shook your head. “It’s alright. I was just explaining to them what my role as honour student means. They seemed confused.”

“Confused? You’re the confused one here!”

Alan turned his focus back to the general students, his expression during stony again. “I think the only ones confused here are you. You shouldn’t be talking to them like that. People deserve respect.”

“Oh yeah? Even ones that do whatever a ghoul asks them to do?” The student nudged his friend, offering up a suggestive smile.

But before the other could do more than present a shaky smile in return, Alan had moved from behind you and was standing in front of the general students, raising a fist. It slammed into the jaw of the general student on the right who crashed to the floor, yelling in pain but otherwise unmoving.

As Alan turned to the other student, he was met with a responding strike to the face. He barely reacted, instead grabbing the student’s hand and lifting it high into the air. The student screeched in pain and clawed at Alan’s arm in an attempt to release himself.

“You don’t say that sort of thing about them. You hear me.” Alan’s tone was measured but his anger clearly poured through. His fist tightened around the general student’s arm and the student screamed louder.

You rush forward. As much as you appreciated him defending you, you couldn’t let Alan send more than one student to the hospital. His reputation was already bad enough as it was.

Placing a gentle hand on Alan’s arm, you stepped in front of him. His lip was split and there was a trickle of blood running down his chin. “Alan. Put him down. I think he’s learned his lesson.”

Alan’s eyes snapped to yours and for a second, the burning rage in his expression turned on you. You couldn’t help the flicker of fear you felt move across your face and you saw the moment it registered in Alan’s mind. He let go of the general student and took a step away from you before turning back to the students, now both laying on the ground.

“They’re under my protection and if I hear you say anything like that about them again, you won’t be walking your way to the hospital.”

The students nodded, scrabbling to their feet and beginning the trek to Mortkranken.

As soon as they were out of sight, you turned to Alan, intending to offer your thanks. But he was striding away across the courtyard.

“Alan!” You started after him. “Come back, where are you going?”

There was no response. If anything, he seemed to speed up.

“At least let me thank you?”

He rounded a corner and by the time you reached it, he had vanished from sight.

You sighed. You knew what was going through his mind and you knew where he was going. You pulled out your phone, sending a quick message to Sho.

Hey. Let me know when the captain gets back, okay?

A flurry of responses came through a few minutes later.

He just showed up.

Honestly, can you two just get a room already?

You didn’t need me to tell you when he was gonna show up here.

Lover’s intuition, I swear…

You smiled at the messages.

Be there in a bit.

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When you entered Vagastrom, Sho was working on Bonnie. You tapped his shoulder as you passed, making him look to the wrong side before correcting himself. As soon as he saw it was you he sighed, rolling his eyes and shaking his head.

“Should have known. Well, go on. You don’t need me to tell you where he is. Seems like you know everything about him already.”

You smiled. “Thanks Sho. I’ll come by the food truck tomorrow to show my appreciation.”

Sho turned back to Bonnie, grumbling. “Sure, sure. Show your appreciation by makin’ me do more work, I see how it is.” But he wasn’t quite able to hide the smile on his face from you.

You made your way upstairs to Alan’s room where the door was predictably closed. You rapped your knuckles against the door.

“Alan? I know you’re in there. You going to let me in?”

Silence.

“Come on. I’ve got to say thank you properly for earlier.”

“No you don’t. Go away.” Alan’s voice was gruff and you sighed. He could be really stubborn sometimes.

You were about to contemplate your next course of action when someone sighed next to you. You turned to see Leo looking the weariest you’d ever seen him.

“Take this.” He handed you a key. “Don’t ask how I got it. I can’t stand listening to another moment of the captain sulking in there. Just deal with it.” And he walked away before you could answer.

Baffled, you turned back to the door. The key fit the lock and the mechanism clicked open when you tried it again. Pushing the door open, you peeked through to the room beyond.

Alan was huddled on his bed, legs drawn up to his chest, fists clenched and held away from his body as if he was worried they’d burn him. 

“Hey.” Your voice was gentle but Alan’s head snapped up regardless.

“You shouldn’t be in here.” His voice dropped until you could barely hear it. “I might hurt you.”

Your heart squeezed painfully and you crossed the room to sit in the bed opposite him.

“You could never hurt me. You defended me earlier, what other proof do you need?”

Alan’s lip was still split and as he moved, you saw it crack open again, fresh red spilling from his mouth.

“Let me help with that.”

“You don’t have to.” Alan was quick to refuse your help but you reached across to his bedside table where you knew he kept emergency first aid equipment. You pulled out a cotton bud and some antiseptic. Returning to your previous position, you reached a hand out for Alan’s face. He shifted away but you were fasted, gently grabbing his chin. He froze and you guided him closer.

You tipped antiseptic onto the cotton bud and gingerly pressed it to his lip. He sucked in a breath as it touched the wound, twitching in your hold.

“Sorry.” Your voice was a whisper.

You cleaned him up in silence. Only when his lip was no longer bleeding did you speak again.

“You don’t have to worry about hurting me, you know. I trust you.”

Alan’s eyes refused to meet yours. “But I scared you today. I hurt people and you were scared of me. I don’t want that.”

“Yeah, I was a bit startled when you started swinging but you were defending my honour. And I couldn’t ask for more.”

Alan’s brow furrowed and you brought your hand back to his chin, guiding his face so he had to look at you.

“I. Trust. You.” You said each word clearly. “You, Alan. I trust you not to hurt me.” You took a deep breath before saying your next words. “I care about you so much and it hurts to see you beat yourself up about this.”

Alan’s eyes widened. “You…care about me?”

You nodded. “I do.”

“In what way?”

You smiled. “I think you can figure that one out. You’re pretty smart.”

“Really?”

You nodded. “Really.”

Alan’s hands shook slightly as they reached towards you, hovering near your shoulders. “Can I touch you? Can I hug you?”

You nodded and Alan brought you close, hands as gentle as if he was holding glass.

You made yourself comfortable, doubting you’d be moving anytime soon. Before long, you started to feel sleepy, wrapped in the warmth of Alan’s arms.

Just before you slipped into sleep, you felt Alan press an almost imperceptible kiss to the top of your head. His voice was a whisper as he spoke.

“Thank you.”

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The Mystery of Modri Vladis

I’m throwing my hat in the ring here for some theorizing on who Sebastian’s ex-situationship/contractee/lover could be! Or rather, what he could be. I have no idea who he is.

Initially, I thought the most obvious answer might be that he’s one of Undertaker’s reanimated corpses, seeing that they are in a hotel under the undertaker’s thumb and he’s hooked up to a blood infusion of all things. In addition, Sebastian has no recollection of Modri. This could indicate that the Undertaker has manipulated Modri’s cinematic record so that he has faulty memories of Sebastian.

However, I think this is a red herring.

The undertaker specifically mentions the fact that r!Ciel had no “stitches and seams in sight” and could “think and move on his own” which is why r!Ciel is his masterpiece. If we go ahead and take a look at Modri, he can indeed, think and move on his own. He’s even very emotional and not entirely insane or violent? Given the chance he hurts himself instead of overtly attacking Sebastian. Whether he has stitches on his body is yet to be determined, but his face is very much still intact.

I don’t think the undertaker would let such a well-made reanimated corpse roam about so casually out in the open, especially if Modri is going to so brazenly act and actively damage his own body. That’s the reason why the hotel staff stepped in, I guess, but still? They’re probably doing a shit job of it considering that he walked up to Sebastian in broad daylight, yelling, while pulling out a knife.

So… what is he?

He could be a vampire. No, seriously. His last name is Vladis, which bares clear similarities to Vladimir and his first name is Modri, which is also a Slavic name (specifically Czech) and it seems that Vampires in pop culture usually have Slavic roots.

This isn’t the only gothic reference to Modri’s character, however; when we encounter him, he’s wearing a black cassock-esque outfit, a cloth belt, and a stole. This is all priest-like clothing.

Just to confirm this is true, just look at his belt. The belt even has a cross at the bottom, which makes it incredibly reminiscent of a priest’s cincture. In fact, I even found a priest’s stole with almost that exact same design.

And if this wasn’t enough! Just look at his blood infusion stand—it’s a cross!

See, I thought it was just indicative of him being from the Aurora society at first, but looking back at the blood infusion scenes, there is not a single one I could find with a cross-shaped pole. This seems like something Sebastian would’ve noticed and remembered too, which he doesn’t seem to.

But, just having a Slavic name and wearing priest-like clothes doesn’t make you a vampire. Having… fangs does?

You could. Reasonably. Call this a stylistic choice but in every single panel where Modri’s face is the focus, his fangs are visible. I am not kidding. If you go back to 215, you will literally see his sharpened canines every time he speaks while his face is clearly visible.

Guys. Even when he’s not gritting his teeth, you can still see his canines.

So, all this being said, Modri could be a vampire.

But. I really hope that Modri is actually a human-turned-demon who was in a contract with Sebastian because that would be so much more interesting.

I know the kuroshitsuji’s anime season 2 is cursed and should never be talked about again, but! I did think the implications of the ending of season 2 was interesting. Ciel turns into a demon by the end, locking Sebastian into the soul contract forever because he doesn’t have a soul to consume. The manga could absolutely scrap that bit of lore, but it does hang in the air that humans can become demons.

So maybe, with no evidence reflecting, maybe Modri Vladis was a priest who encountered Sebastian a long time ago and struck a deal with him using his blood. Sebastian successfully completed the deal, consuming Modri’s soul and damning him to hell, but! Modri somehow came back to the living, maybe as an imperfect demon, seeking out the help of the undertaker to take revenge on Sebastian. This is obviously a theory with a lot of holes in it, considering that Sebastian doesn’t remember the guy and Modri seems very ill—which brings me back to the undertaker maybe having tampered with Modri’s soul record after his soulless body went to hell.

So all in all, I think Modri is a vampire, but I hope that he’s a priest-turned-demon former contractee who really does know Sebastian and has gotten his head screwed with by the Undertaker. It sort of came back around to him being a reanimated corpse, but ah, well! Gosh, if you want to theorize with me about this please send me a DM.

[twst-aceofhearts]

hehe im back after a day.... saw u did my request and im super happy rn ty!! :D i dont know if its rude to request again after u just finished one and u dont have to do this immediately! buuuuttt

Can you do some twst characters with a male or GN Yuu that (non sexually) age regresses? like not to a baby type age, more of an older toddler to 1st grader age (whatever that is...) because that was normally the mental state i was in when i used to regress, for characters i would specifically like Kalim, ruggie, ortho, grim and maybe a teacher!!! any other characters if you have ideas for them are welcome!! and if u dont want to do all of them i'd like Kalim, grim, and a teacher the most!!

when i used to regress it was due to me being in bad moods or just feeling comfortable around a person enough to be able to let go for a bit, so for a scenario it could be just hanging out with the person if its more of a story type thing, if its more headcanons (which i dont mind!) you can come up with the scenario!! id love to see what you come up with :))

thanks for more amazing writings!!!!! ☀️

Small Days

𝖆/𝖓: I don't write for teachers and it was hard for me to find a groovy card of grim alone :<

𝖙𝖜: age regression

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: kalim, ruggie & ortho x reader [strictly platonic]

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖘: 695

𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖘: @luxaryllis @thegoldencontracts @waterthatsmoe @oya-oya-okay @writingattemptsxx

🕌 Kalim: Sunshine and Blanket Forts

Kalim finds you curled up under the dorm’s big draped canopy one afternoon, quiet and holding a stuffed toy Ace had won for you at a festival. You’d been fine that morning, but now, your eyes were glassy and unfocused — the kind of look that told Kalim you weren’t really in your “big self” anymore.

“Hey, buddy,” he says softly, crawling under the blankets to sit beside you. “You wanna build a fort with me?”

Your eyes light up a little, and you nod. Kalim beams.

“Okay! We’ll use the cushions from the lounge and a bunch of those silly tapestries Jamil said we’re not supposed to move,” he grins. “Don’t tell him.”

As you follow him out with small, padded steps, Kalim keeps the pace slow. He gives you simple choices — red or blue blanket, pillow tower or blanket wall — and praises your every decision like it’s the best one in the world.

Once the fort is up, you both crawl inside. Kalim pulls out crayons and a coloring book from his drawer.

“I keep this stuff around just in case,” he whispers, like it’s a big secret. “Everybody needs soft days sometimes.”

🧹 Ruggie: Street-Smart Softness

You’d wandered into Ruggie’s room at Savanaclaw without saying much, dragging your oversized hoodie sleeves over your hands and hugging a plush dandelion toy. Ruggie knew that look. You were smaller today — not physically, but in the way you moved, the way you hesitated before speaking, the way you clung to him like a nervous duckling.

He didn’t say anything at first, just opened his arms and let you crawl into his lap.

“Long day, huh?” he murmured, scratching gently behind your ear like he does for little kids in the market.

You gave a tiny nod and let your head rest on his shoulder.

“Want somethin’ warm? Got some instant cocoa,” he offered. “You want a sippy cup? I got one from a job where I had to babysit a rich brat.”

You mumbled, “Yuh-huh…”

He chuckled and ruffled your hair. “Alright, squirt. Stay put.”

Ruggie moved with quiet efficiency — heating up cocoa, putting on a silly cartoon, and wrapping you in his oversized hoodie while he spoon-fed you tiny bits of bread and honey when you didn’t want to use a fork.

“People always act like you gotta be tough all the time,” he said later, your fingers clutching his sleeve. “But I think soft is tough, too. You’re doin’ just fine.”

🤖 Ortho: Data-Driven Comfort

Ortho noticed the change before you even said anything. Your stress levels had been climbing for days — schoolwork, social noise, sensory overload. When he detected your heart rate increase and vocal patterns shift mid-sentence during lunch, he gently took your hand.

“Yuu,” he said quietly, “would you like to enter a low-stimulation support environment?”

You blinked up at him, already smaller — your shoulders hunched, fingers curled into your sweater. You nodded once.

“Okay! I’ve got a safe space ready.”

He guided you to a quiet study pod in the Ignihyde dorm. The lights were soft, the temperature was optimal for calming biological responses, and Ortho had preloaded a playlist of nostalgic lullabies you’d once told him you liked.

“Would you like weighted pressure, auditory comfort, or soft tactile feedback today?” he asked, crouching beside the couch like a very gentle babysitter-bot.

You mumbled, “Hug… please?”

His eyes blinked softly. “Okay! Initiating Care Mode.”

He gently sat beside you and let you wrap your arms around him. He was warm — you always forgot he had internal heating. His metal hands moved slowly as he patted your back.

“I’ve also loaded a video of puppies playing in a basket. Would you like that next?”

You made a sleepy noise of agreement.

Ortho tilted his head. “You’re doing a great job regulating yourself, Yuu. I’m proud of you for asking for help.”

You didn’t answer, but he felt the way your grip on him loosened as you finally relaxed.

He activated a soft night light beside the couch and began humming along with the music.

“Don’t worry,” he said gently. “I’ll monitor everything. You’re safe now.”

credit to @cafekitsune for divider

[hearts-hunger]

this show is giving me a headache

pros:

future days, fucking FINALLY.

joel and tommy coparenting ellie we love to see it

the space capsule scene (and most of the museum flashback) was perfect. exactly like the game, and absolutely perfect. pedro and bella did a super job with that. 10/10 wouldn't change a thing.

joel celebrating her bithdays with her was nice to see, and i liked the father/daughter bonding time. it felt authentic and warm.

the joel and his dad flashback was interesting? i'm not 100% sold on it but it presents an intriguing character dynamic. i don't know. file that one under "ehh, okay, i don't hate it."

"say goodnight to uncle grumpy" shut uppppp it's too cute

now the cons. where to begin. and let me say i don't even vehemently hate these things, because i'm simply too bored and annoyed with the show to really care anymore. but, let's see if i can organize my thoughts somewhat.

this is the tamest one, and the most confusing, but was i smoking crack or did the part at the museum where it was supposed to be the "liars" spray paint just end up being a stump in the middle of the forest? genuinely paused it and couldn't see anything of significance there. am i crazy?

also, homophobe joel? am i tripping? weird choice there. and apparently the reason ellie moved out is because she wanted to be having sex and smoking weed and be a rebellious teen, not because she felt this growing rift of ontological mistrust between her and joel.

that's actually my problem with the whole episode (and the show i guess), that it reframes ellie's anger with joel about her purpose in life and how he robbed her of that. instead, we get this cheaper version where she's just angsting too hard.

cutting out the hospital scene was a HUGE mistake. ellie's anger and grief, joel's regret now that the lie is out but also his steadfastness in knowing it was the right thing to do? no. instead it got shoehorned into the porch scene and cheapened.

speaking of, the porch scene was such a mess i don't even know what to say about it. i guess it's not going to be the stab-in-the-heart finale to ellie's revenge journey? it's also not about the fireflies, really, it's about joel lying and how that manifested in the gail thing.

oh, side note on gail, you're telling me we lost the hotel bloater for that shit? for ellie to be a selfish little bastard freak who inflicted suffering on gail for no reason other than to get back at joel? great. that's just what i wanted, more ellie mischaracterization.

anyway, back to the porch scene. in the game, ellie is not so much angry about joel lying as she is angry that he took away her purpose, made her immunity into nothing. show ellie is only mad about the lying, as evidenced by the eugene/gail thing. if they had said even one line about "maybe if the fireflies had made a cure we could have saved eugene" that would have tied it back narratively to joel's betrayal with regard to the fireflies. but no, it's just lying in general she's not enthusiastic about. it has nothing to do with her deep-seated vaguely suicidal failed martyr's complex she has going on, and that's such a crucial part of ellie that to get rid of it makes her a petulant little baby.

they've drawn everything else out timeline wise for no reason, but they make joel and ellie's estrangement last for a few months. that combined with it being slap in the middle of the "gameplay" takes away its emotional punch. it's also very heavy handed with the crying and the passing down the mantle of fatherhood and "because you're selfish" "because i love you" blah blah blah. stop fucking spoon-feeding your audience like i am BEGGING at this point.

same thing with the moths. you don't have to spell everything out, you subtlety-phobic bottom of the barrel writers guild rejects!! trust your audience and let them figure something out for once! let them speculate! let them work through it!!

whatever joel said - that "and i'm gonna live with it every day because you're gonna reject me" or whatever the fuck was SO STUPID. i can't explain how disgusting and pathetic self pity looks on joel. not to mention the fact that his fears of that are totally unfounded because ellie forgives him immediately after. emotional tension absolutely wasted, if indeed you had any to begin with.

the fact is, it's just clunky and poorly done compared to the game. the writing is poor. it's rushed in some places and drawn out for no reason in others. it misunderstands the characters. it just fumbles basically everything, things that are fucking gift-wrapped for them in the game just begging to be put on the screen. the show is just flat out worse than the game, and i'm really kinda over it.

as always come yell at me on @ellies-miller if u dare

[erwinsvow]

https://www.tumblr.com/erwinsvow/783940196888641536/ok-last-thing-for-the-kidnapped-reader-would-you

You should post a poll!

They all sound amazing to me! But I think the one where he’s supposed to kill her fits his character the most, bc he can convince himself that he’s doing the right thing and being protective.

But also, him being obsessed with someone that was nice to him is so so yummy

And the backseat one is actually cute af, cause why is she sleeping in the back of a car at a party?? that’s so me and also something I think pope would relate to lmao

Whatever idea you go with, it’s gonna be so good!! Can’t wait xx

omg thank you thank you!!! i honestly completely agree the "supposed to kill her but doesn't" has such a hold on. i'm thinking about writing how he looks at her and she's scared because she knows what the others said about "taking care of her" but as soon as he brings her to this little house in the middle of nowhere and goes "i'm not gonna hurt you" she just believes him and calms down and just gaaah im so unwell. i don't think he even has any intentions of keeping her for himself specifically just knows he refuses to hurt anyone else so he'll keep you here until his family stops inquiring or asking about it and until he can give you some money and set you up to move away or something so no one accidentally sees you. but then you kind of settle into the role and look forward to him coming home and he starts spending weekends there with you and you both just kinda fall for each other and then he has to wrangle with figuring out if he can ever tell his brothers about you or when they're getting suspicious. and i worry that maybe this reader would actually run once maybe early on still worried about what's gonna happen to her but when he catches her- well actually i won't finish. gotta keep some things a surprise!!! <3

the backseat one gaaah i really love it too. it's a little more lighthearted like another anon said but i think i kinda like the dark aspect more too???? and yes she's just probably an introvert who wanted to try and have fun and hated it. pope while driving her to the place he's gonna keep her at is secretly grateful she didn't stay inside since he worries what someone would have done to you if they found you asleep like that. good thing it was him and not some rapist you know. he'll have to teach you how to be more careful but you'll be safe for now. hehe

okay now i changed my mind again and wanna do the "supposed to take care of a witness" version so here's the poll let's see it !!