#liked some of the other frames though so I might post them seperately

[deepseacarosuels]

are you waiting for someone to come and save you?

[stormblessed95]

Jikook's Rainy Day Fight

So FINALLY getting around to making this post. Lol so honestly go read this one first. It's a HUGE post I made where I really broke down my thoughts about the rainy day fight before they told us more about it. I still stand by alot of these thoughts for the most part now that we know more. The only thing I might switch up a bit is the very last paragraph where I said something like "this clearly has nothing to do with BTS as a whole and seems like a couple-esque fight more than anything else." Imma walk that one back with the new info given lol

Regardless, read this post first before proceeding. Thanks!

Okay, all done with that post? Great! So here is what JK said about the rainy day fight:

And here is what Jimin said:

Overall, the dramatics were ridiculous (i say lovingly) for what this fight was about and somehow it still gives off couple vibes simply because of the way they escalated this "speak more politely to your hyungs" conversation into a "I'm cutting you off" and a slam dunk hug in the rain reunion. Lol

(The way they both think back the most fond over that reunion hug is so freaking cute)

Things I want to additionally point out.

- Hobi hyung getting angry was the barometer of "wow. I super fucked up this time" which makes me cackle 🤣 the man is an angel lol

- after brushing aside his other members remarks and everyone else huffing but leaving, Jimin was the one to make the effort to pull him aside to have a more serious conversation about it. Trying to take it seriously with him, give him respect in return and not make it seem like he was being ganged up on. It speaks once again to how they have always been so incredibly close to each other. This was back in 2015 ish and they made these allowances for each other and gave each other their trust.

- Both Jimin and Jungkook told the same story, but took the blame for the fight upon themselves. They recongized what happened but when sharing the story with a third party, made it seem totally like their own fault (when clearly they both had some anger issues and bad judgements during that fight). It seemed like they were lowkey trying to protect the other and mostly just felt bad about their own contributions to the fight rather than the other person's. Clearly the forgiveness was absolute.

- Jungkooks snarkiness clearly got Jimin feed up to the point where he snapped and said something he clearly didn't mean, but also clearly felt. He probably felt disrespected and felt like that wasn't the type of bond they had cultivated together. And JK clearly felt bad and was upset himself and even after they separated, when he found himself upset and lost, his first instinct was to reach out to Jimin. And even pissed off and mad, Jimins first instinct was to answer JKs phone call and make sure he was okay and safe. Just for them to reunite not too long after, both feel shitty for their behavior and find a secluded spot for them to actually talk it through before they went home and to bed. Regardless of their full day of schedules right after that too. It's incredibly sweet of them.

- its still lowkey giving off couple fight/break up and reunion vibes. Lmfao but only in how they handled their dramatics, not in the actual fight. Nor do I think they were a couple during this time frame. I do think they were harboring crushes on each other, but that's a seperate conversation. And the fact that JK held onto feeling guilty over his bratty attitude and causing this fight so many years later??? Clearly, it had a lasting impact, even though he still acts like a brat to Jimin sometimes lol its done in a teasing manner rather than a disrespectful one. And it's something that the two of them clearly encourage in their bond together.

- the acknowledgement of that through this fight (and the subsequent conversation on the roof and make up afterwards) they got closer is worth highlighting and mentioning too. When a fight/disagreement is done in a healthy way (and while it didnt start that way. They clearly got there), the communication and the way you can get to know someone better can be so helpful for having an even better relationship. Platonic, romantic or any other kind. I'm glad they spent that time together on the roof. It was probably something they both really needed that night and lead to even more emotional vulnerability and comfort between the two of them going forward I'm sure.

Thanks to everyone for waiting so long for me to write this up and for anyone who read this far too. 💜 I know I ramble a lot! I think this was everything I had to say about the rainy day fight though! 💜 Hope you all have a good rest of your day/night!

[oh-my-may]

Bokuto, Nishinoya, Oikawa and Terushima reacting to their s/o wearing their jersey

requested: hihi may i request headcannons of Bokuto, Noya, Oikawa and Terushima (seperate) where their s/o is wearing their volley jersey/jacket and their reaction of it please？ thank you! ♡

I am back from the dead lmao, can you believe? I know it’s hard to, but in a brilliant moment this week I suddenly had the urge to write something haikyuu related again soooo... this happened. Hope I didn’t forget how to write this stuff, it’s been a few weeks. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Also I don’t think I’ll be back with posting regularly again, because there’s still a shit ton of other things coming my way this month, but maybe afterwards it’ll be better again? Can’t promise you, but I really hope so, because I also can not WAIT for the second part of season 4!!

Bokuto Kotarou:

You really wanted to be on time today. Really really badly. You knew how important it was for your boyfriend, for his team. It was one of the most important matches of their career. They had spent the last months solely training and practicing for this day. And now here you were, missing almost all of it. Just because of the stupid rain, stupid traffic, stupid crowds.

You were soaking wet by the time you arrived at the big gym, droplets of water dripping all over the floor as you ran through the halls, following the echoing sounds of shouts and a ball bouncing off the floor.

You coughed wildly as you opened the squeaking door to the game hall, water still running down your wet hair, creating tiny puddles all over the floor, but you didn’t notice the critical looks from other people standinmg on the sidelines. As soon as you were blinded by the bright stadium lights, your eyes flew across the hall, trying to find the one individual you were here for. You expected Bokuto to stand somewhere on the field, maybe near the net, eager to punch a ball and spike it across it to score. But you were surprised to find him sitting on the bench, head drooping, his hair all over the place. You couldn’t even see his face, but his posture told you everything you needed to know about his current situation. Even though the team was winning, Bokuto didn’t feel like it at all.

Immediately you gulped and took off your jacket, trying to find a way through the crowd of people standing around. You raised your hand and called his name a couple of times, but it was Akaashi who noticed you first. His eyebrows perked up in surprise and heasked his coach to ask for a time out in the game. You quickly ran over to him, but he didn’t give you no time to speak. “I’m so glad you’re finally here. We already made up scenarios for what might happen if you don’t show up, but this is really good. And you even-” He step away and looks down at your body, where one of Bokuto’s jerseys was hanging off your shoulders. Usually you never wore his training clothes, at least not when he was around, but today felt special, as it was an important match. “Perfect.” Akaashi mumbles to himself before stepping away even further and shouting: “Bokuto.san! Look!”

The white-black head shoots up in an instant at the loud mention of his name and he looks around confused for a moment before his eyes find yours and you see a spark going off in his eyes, even from the distance between you. He jumps up in no time once he sees what you’re wearing and suddenly he’s bouncing around the coach, begging him to end the break because “My baby is here!! Coach do you see them?? I need to show them my best!! The yeven wear my jersey, coach!”

As soon as he gets on field he makes a point and then points at you. You laugh as his energy restores itself immediately after seeing you and let me tell you, when the match is over no one can hold him back from tackling you down and embracing you with the biggest, tightest and cuddliest hug you’ve ever gotten. Yes, your presence at games motivates him. But Akaashi suggests than from now on you should also wear the jersey, because there was something else in his game after he saw you wearing it.

In the end, you’ll find yourself wearing the jersey basically all the time you see Bokuto, because he asks you to and it gives him the biggest, happiest smile you’ve ever seen on him :))

Nishinoya Yuu:

You yawned once again as you checked the time on your phone, rolling your eyes after seeing how early exactly it was. Definitely not your time of the day. Especially not on a saturday.

You couldn’t stop a pout from forming on your lips when you got off the train and looked around, having to assert that it was raining a bit. So you sighed in defeat and searching around in the bag you were supposed to bring your boyfriend to practice, because he forgot it. You found his training jacket and declared it good enough to shield you from the rain until you arrived at the gym. Plus, it smelled like him, so you counted that at least one good thing this morning. It was also warmer than you expected.

Still, ittook you longer than usual to arrive at the boy-filled gym. You admired their motivation and enthusiasm this early in the morning, as you were able to hear their energized calls across the entire school campus. You sighed with a smile as you recognized what could only be the eager voice of Nishinoya, doing his all too familiar rolling thunder chant.

Just about some minutes later you arrived in the alley in front of the gym and found coach ukai leaning in the door frame, a cigarette hanging from his mouth and his eyes closed until he heard your figure approaching. It took him exactly one second to realoze the situation and then he turned around to call for Noya, whom arrived in front of you in no time, pushing his unimpressed coach aside.

“Y/N~! You’re finally here! Thanks for brining my stuff! Now come in, I need to show you my new reiceive move, even Tsukishima thinks its cool!” You just nod and get in the warm hall, following his urgent gestures. He doesn’t even seem to notice what you’re wearing as he takes his bag from your bags. At least not until Hinata points it out.

“Noya-san! Your girlfriend/boyfriend is wearing youir jacket! That is so cooool!” he says with big eyes and immediately pays for it as he misses a ball and takes it right to the head.

Nishinoya looks up in question into Hinata’s direction, as though his brain was recreating what the younger boy just said to him. Then his gaze slowly moves torwards you and his eyes wander down to where his black training jacket still hung from your shoulders, now a bit wet from the rain.

Kiyoko was by your side in no time as you watched Noya’s whole embrace glow at your sight, the realization in his eyes growing bigger and bigger as his hands formed excited fists next to his happy face. “The jacket is kinda wet, Y/N. If you could take it off I’ll hang it somewhere and-”

“NO!” Nishinoya is at your side so fast you barely noticed how he moved, now putting his arms on your shoulders in a protective manner, already turning your body away from a very confused Kiyoko. “No, no, thank you Kiyoko, but they’re totally fine, we’re all good. It will have dried in no time! Especially with our bodies radiating so much heat.” And with those words he steps closer to you and embraces you in his warm arms, nuzzling his face into the fabric of his own jacket. “I’ve always been a fan of our uniform, but this kinda just makes it a hundred times better.” You can hear him mumbling and smile, as you press him even closer to you.

He asks you to stay and he definitely slays these new moves he just leanred simply because you’re there, looking all adorable in his training jacket. Please do not even think about taking it off, because Noya will not stop bragging to the rest of the boys, from now on until forever.

Oikawa Tooru:

It was normal that Tooru was usually a bit late to dates and other kinds of meetups. He was always quick to forget the world around him when he was at practice, so you were used to waiting for him. In the beginning of your relationship it got you frustrated quickly, but now you got used to it, because normally Oikawa made up for it with a lot of cuddles and great food.

But today was unusual. Tooru was always on time when you met up at his place after school or practice. Of course you showed up earlier and decided tro wait on the front porch so you could surprise and greet him when he would arrive. But his mother was quick to notice you sitting on the steps and welcomed you in and you found the way into his room on your own.

More minutes passed and you found yourself bored, but especially wondering where he was. You were about to text him another message when you saw that he had just read the messages and sent you a quick emoji to tell you he was on his way. You smiled, knowing that it would now take him at least another 20 minutes before he would show up because he now felt bad and got something at the grocery store for you.

So you got up again and looked around the all too familiar room, eventually ending up in front of his wardrobe and rummaging through it. A warm piece of clothing then fell in your hands almost naturally and you smiled down on it, not hesitating a single second to put it on.

Oikawa eventualy showed up a bit earlier than you expected him and you turned around in surprise not too long after as he rips open the door and practically collapses into your arms. “I’m so sorry Y/N I was already on the way when you texted me and-” He inhales and then stops abruptly, leaning back with a questioning look on his face. Realization hits him just a second laterand all the exhaustion leaves his face in the matter of a second and is replaced with a smug smile, though you can see the softness in his eyes. “Did you miss me this much, Y/N? You know, next time just visit me right at practice in the gym hall, wearing exactly this, and I’ll never be late to anything ever again.”

And he really isn’t. Instead, the rest of his team just groans displeased when you show up at practice because they know he will never shut up about it

Terushima Yuuji:

Going to games with the rest of the team and accompanying them to cheer them on was one of your most favorite things in the world, especially since you were in a relationship with Terushima. The boys always were so energized and eager to play, you wouldn’t wanna miss a single day.

But today was different. Some of the team members got sick on the bus ride to the game and now the energy of the team was a complete different one. You could just press yourself tighter against your boyfriend as the libero of the team got a bit green in the face and seemed to loose control over his gag reflex as he covered his face with a bag. That’s the least he could do, you think, but you can’t hold back from being disgusted either way. You were just hoping that whatever was getting around didn’t stick on you or Terushima, let alone enough members that they couldn’t play today.

However, something had to happen. Right before they arrived the bus took a sharp curve and the bag the person next to you in the bus was holding, wavered dangerously and you didn’t have enough time to get out of the way before its content spilled all over your jacket and you couldn’t help but cry out loud as your boyfriend started to laugh.

Misaki, the team’s manager, scolded him for it as you were busy complaining. She made him pay for his lack of empathy by handing you his bag with clothes for you to change as soon as you arrived. You took it with a dark look into his direction and took the first shirt that fell into your hands - his jersey.

When you found the group of yellow jackets again, no one seemed to take notice of you at first. Until Yuuji showed up next to you with the fattest smile on his face. “Almost mistook you for Misaki. Now you’re a real part of the team, Y/N!” Suddenly he starts jumping around all excited, pointing at you while calling all the others and sharing the news.

Anyways, for the rest of the day he will NOT stop staring at you. Can’t go 5 minutes on the field without his eyes wandering over to you, resulting in the team losing some points. At the same time, he feels better than ever to win this match and to be honest, their opponent has a hard time trying to catch all the balls flying their way.

[anguigenus]

I’ve tried finding joy in the Gus, Willow, and Hunter trio, and I don’t know if it’s my current state of mind or what but it just doesn’t seem to click.

It will just forever feel to me like three seperate dynamics tossed together. There’s Gus and Hunter and their brother thing, and there’s Gus and Willow best friends since forever, and there’s Willow and Hunter with their friendship and/or romance.

Who knows, maybe it’s just that I’ve seen too much Huntlow and it’s internalized now that Willow and Hunter are a separate thing. Seen too many posts about the tow being Gus’ parents, or doting on him, or stopping their dates to hang out with him.

Maybe I just need to see it on screen so I can see them as equals instead of Gus + the two older kids hanging out with him.

I have this theoretical version of it in my brain, where Gus is just as influential on Hunter and the other way around, and they can all just banter and have fun without Gus being the inevitable plus one that he is even when posts assure me that Huntlow would put their dates aside to hang out with Gus. (Maybe I’m just mixing him and me up so that’s why it feels patronizing.)

I’ve never really been the best at creating things for myself. Seeing them the way I think of them on the screen might be the spark I need to Get it.

Maybe.

I just think there’s a loneliness in your main friend group all pairing up even if you have a friend of your own outside.

Think there’s a loneliness in going from a trio of equals to a trio where one person is your older brother and your other friend shows her two years of age over you when she’s talking to him. Think there’s a loneliness in seeing how that other friend from the old trio spends so much time now with her girlfriend when it used to be you. Think there’s a loneliness in how the one friend your age isn’t in the same group and is probably still on some of their bad sides.

But I’m probably just projecting. Like in season one when I thought Gus’ conflict was loneliness, not being a gifted kid, focusing on the part of his line in the detention pit where he talked about it being hard to make friends, pushing aside grom and how the quote was about moving up a grade and how he went for the oracle sphere to ask how he could improve himself.

I kinda hope I’m just projecting and that he’s got a good group of friends. Though looking back on labyrinth runners and through the looking glass ruins and even something ventured someone framed, I think it is a theme that his being a prodigy is linked inherently to a loneliness, and how being set above your peers means you’re set apart as well.

Maybe I’ll make a meta post about that later. clean it up and pretend like he has friends now that make it all better and like I don’t think they can be the best friends ever and he can still be alone because they have other more important people that are their age. because even though age isn’t everything he knows it’s still a gap. and because the one person his age he’s friends with is still on his other friends’ bad side for all he knows.

Maybe I’m just tired and lonely

[originalwinnercheesecake]

First Impressions and predictions based on the coven Leaders

After a full first season their fame adorning the banners and walls, who they are being hailed, yet they themselves being kept in the shadows we now get first looks (and throughout 2a will meet) the emperors top dogs: The coven leaders. I will not lie as a group... these guys dissappoint me. Making the majority of them very human in appearance for me is a big no. Compare this group to the many colorful and fantastical creatures that are shown teaching at hexside and the hexside teachers are far more creative, unique, and fun. Maybe the artists decided to make the coven leaders look more like normal people so the audience would have an easier time understanding their expressions and body language. Maybe the more humanoid whitches are a higher class and have a easier time climbing higher than the more beast and demon like residence.? We will have to wait and see. 

Seperate this group into individuals (like how we will hopefully meet them) and most of them become far more interesting, So below lets take a look at each coven leader individually, where the artists may have taken inspriation, and what  What kind of characters they could maybe turn out to be.

The Beast keeping coven Leader: One of the only two that are not humanoids. What type of animal is he? At first I was sure he was a hedgehog, but maybe he could also be like a chipmunk or a squirrel. I get the feeling he might be partially inspired by Sonic from Sega. I was really into Sonic back in middle school. I liked the cartoons and read through the archie’s old comic series. But I kinda out grew him since then. I know from helping to take care of kids though that he is still popular with the younger generation. That’s kinda how I thin the Beast Keeping Coven leader will be: less interesting for older viewers, but a real fun charcter for kids.

The Healing coven leader: Now this guy looks like fun villain all around. Is some kind of witch docotor? a Dark Priest? The size the purple Grin, he looks like the phantom boss from those horror films where you get trapped in nightmares. Tell me he has scary theme song music and talks in a very high pitched voice. I’ve heard some people wonder if he could be Selena (oracle girl from hexside)’s dad. I don’t thinks so, the macaroni crescent shape n his head looks more like a fancy cowl than part of his actual head. Also him having a daughter in Luz’s class could be used as a reason for him to change sides, I want this guy to stay as a villian/antagonist. We all know that with this size group some will stay with the emperor and some will defect to Luz’s side (possibility a couple will die, we haven’t seen yet just how dark Dana is willing to go). Personally my view with redemption arcs and if a character “deserves them” is it depends on what it will do for the story/character afterwards? IF redeeming them opens more doors for the characters and directions the story can take, do it. IF it closes doors leave them as they are. I absolutely hate when clever and well written bad guys get “redeemed” in to boring, plot useless, weebs. The only reason I could see having this guy change sides is for him to “cure” Eda and Lilith’s curse, and I would much rather see the two of them gain control over their forms than be “cured” of them.

The Illusion coven leader: Another fun looking antagonist. My third favorite of these nine. If the healer guy is horror movie based. This guy is Disney based all around. Looks like one of those Vegas suave showmen styled character. Love it. I guarantee you he does not actually look that young or slicked back, but is using illusion magic to make himself more pretty. Not sure if he will stay with the emperor or not. Illusion is Gus’s track and I could see Dana having the leaders of Luz’s friends tracks be the ones to stand by them. If so I am fine with that (in the case of the abomination leader I will beg for it). Gaining the respect of someone as high up as a coven leader could be really great for Gus’s character. Just as long as I get plenty of laughs from Gus and this guy both along the way.

The Potion coven leader: My second favorite and in my opinion the most creative idea of the whole bunch. A mosquito that works in potions! Does he suck them up with his nose and carry them in.. whatever it is mosquitos store blood in. Also he looks angry. Like everyone else is either amused or board. This guy is fed up and ready to do something about it. Not sure if it is the Emperor, the other leaders, or the owl gang he is mad at, but it should be a worthwhile show down.

The Abomination coven leader: Yes this is my favorite design. Yes it is because he is such a beautiful man. Would never have expected someone who creates mucks (the pokemon) with legs would be so fine. Its more than that though. He looks the most kind. Their is no malice or guise in his smile and his green eyes are bright and relaxed. I wondered what the purpose of the Abomination track was and why it had “more opportunity” all last season. Well slight spoilers if you haven’t seen episode 2x02 it is the industrialist field. When you learn about Industrialization usually the idea is that it is done to help the human race reach its full potential, and it is up to each individual to decide what to do with that potential. Whether you call that the passion of a creative mind or the carelessness of a fool would also be up to you. But I really don’t want this guy to be all bad. If for no other reason that more spoilers for episode 2 * with the interest/caution the emperor is showing the blights I expect this guy to show up to their house, probably meet Amity, and we really do not need another not so nice adult in her life. She has had enough.

The Oracle coven leader: What is this? He’s got nails/caws at the ends of dread thingys like Kikimore, so is this her father? Does he have anything to do with her being in the Emporor’s coven? But this is my least favorite. Like what was the inspiration behind this guy? With so many legendary oracles in mythology and we get this guy who mostly looks saggy, washed out, tierd, and just Blah. Hope thier is more to him, but here is one who I am not holding my breath for an episode on.

The Plant coven leader: based on her banner I was expecting something like the Swamp Giant from ALTA. Instead they went in the direction of a very traditional witch desgine: An old women with a wrinkled face and really messy hair, who probably lives alone in the woods, with maybe the exception of a cat, and dances around a fire at night. Okay. She is definitely going to become an ally of the owl gang. This is the only female of the group,and it is neither in Dana’s message nor would it be popular with her target audience to make a villain or even an antagonist out of a women who managed to climb the later into a male dominated success level. I am actually looking forward to seeing her, because it will probably be in a Willow based episode, and after 2x02 (which I personally feel should not have been a luminaty episode but rather a Willow and Amity one finishing up their reconciliation arc), Willow deserves an episode with potential centered around her. An episode where she goes against the Plant track Leader would be that. This witches Grin isn’t exactly friendly, but its more mischievous than wicked. She gives off vibes as one of those people who like to test the mains, and if you pass her tests than you earn her respect. I have no doubt Willow could win at her little games, and doing so would be a huge boost the confidence she has spent the show building.

The Construction coven leader: Oh joy here’s the other one I am unimpressed with. Unlike with the Oracle guy I know where they got his design. To everyone saying that we first saw him at the convention, your not backing far enough up. If you have ever seen any cartoon ever where the main character wanders past or onto a construction sight you have seen this man. Every trio of workers sitting on a iron frame eating from a lunchbox. Every pig that makes a catcall at a disgusted women. Every exhausted worker who watches as your slapstick mains chase each other past at quitting time... they all looked EXACTLY like this guy. This is really the character leading the track Dana herself has said she would pick to join? They could have done a Golem made of brick an stone that resembles a palace. They could have done some kind of humanoid ant with super strength. They could have done a wizard with shapes and mathematics on his robe who carried a scroll everywhere that he compulsively scribbled blueprints onto. But instead we get Mr. Generic here.

The Bard coven Leader: This is R, Eda’s old friend from her hexside days. Did I save R for last because of this connection? Partially. I am also unsure what R’s pronouns are. To me R looks physically male. I have seen other posters use “she” when posting about R. One person posted that Dana had confirmed R uses “they” and if so awesome, I would really like to see that tweet. What ever R’s pronouns though their appearance in the show will be tied with Eda, er past, and what she had to give up in order to live free. I look forward to this new insight onto her character

[johannas-motivational-insults]

@ericamzdm I’ve read all three parts of your 5x06 pick apart and I think you made some interesting points. I’m going to respond to all of the posts at once (really just the first two, though) for the sake of clarity, and because a lot of the themes carry over and my remarks on them are more general. I’m doing this in a seperate post to avoid highjacking yours and so I’m not sending a huge ass post onto my followers’ timelines. (But interested readers should check out the original posts here: part 1, part 2, part 3.)

First of all, while I disagree with a number of your conclusions, I want to say thank you for putting into words why this episode (and in particular the fandom’s reaction to it) makes me really uncomfortable. I’m not actually sure how much of the problem is in the episode itself vs. the way people talk about it, but I agree said framing issue is there and the writers could have made it better with a few small changes.

I wouldn’t call Adora’s behavior in this episode abusive, with the possible exceptions of the mattress flip and backing Catra into the corner and pinning her arm. And even with those, you gotta remember that these two have been friends since they were little kids, and scrapping and physical aggression is just part of their relationship (remember Catra scratching Adora in 5x03?). Of course, it used to be playful/childish and now the context is different, so there’s room for disagreement there. Even if it is abusive it’s clearly unintentionally so, but Adora does have a very bad habit (we saw it in Promise too) of getting up in Catra’s face and using her superior size to intimidate, which is super uncomfortable to watch given how many times we have seen Shadow Weaver do the same thing to Catra.

Really, I think the crux of this matter is that neither Catra nor Adora is abusive towards the other, but they were raised in an abusive environment and picked up a lot of their tools for handling conflict from that environment. Further, I disagree with your assertion that Adora was abusing Catra back in the Horde. However, you are right that she picked up bad habits there and I think in a way Catra feels like Adora abused her because she was part of the system that abused her - while she tried to protect her from Shadow Weaver we know she also did some victim blaming. Adora wasn’t in a position of much influence and was trying to help, but I can understand the resentment there and why Catra felt the need to cut ties earlier in the show.

One thing you’re very right about, though, is that in this episode Adora did loom quite a bit and used intimidating body language that made me (and Catra) uncomfortable as an abuse survivor. I disagree Adora’s holding Catra prisoner but I think to Catra it might feel that way anyway, which is really the issue. As you noted there is a huge power imbalance here with Catra recovering from basically dying and being in her PJs and with no allies. And Adora definitely violates Catra’s boundaries again and again, so set on smoothing things over that she fails to realize her insistence on fixing things is making them worse. As is often the case with her, her intentions are good but she completely misreads what the other person needs from her and barges on with her way instead of listening to them. Adora’s complaint that nothing has changed is her fault as much as Catra’s imo.

I also agree the part where she is stomping around huffing and kicking things and complaining that Catra is a brat is a sign of her emotional dysregulation and Not Great behavior. Someone asked once if I found that behavior abusive and no I don’t because it’s not directed at Catra, but it is still hard to watch. I agree Adora’s categorization of Catra as a brat while lashing out physically feels a little Shadow Weaver (intentionally or not) and that specific word choice does imply that she looks down on Catra and doesn’t respect her agency/isn’t putting in the effort to understand why she is not being ‘convenient’. It’s not a good look, and it’s not clear enough that she’s in the wrong here. (Catra is in the wrong too, the issue is that Adora’s behavior is also problematic but is not sufficiently framed that way.)

This could have been such a pivotal scene if Glimmer had taken a bit of a different tack with Adora. In fact, I think that was what made the episode just not quite work the way it’s supposed to. Glimmer is a lot like Catra, and she has had a lot of similar conflicts with Adora. If Glimmer had done more to discourage Adora’s overbearing behavior and told her she needs to give Catra space and respect it could have done a lot for Glimmer’s character arc as well as the arc of this episode. Without that, you’re right, the moment when Adora backs off and gives Catra the space to choose lands more like bitterness and giving up as opposed to making a choice to respect Catra’s agency in the way she needs to if she wants Catra to feel safe to open up.

(Of course she does agree later on to trust Catra’s judgement and let her connect to the hivemind and that also shows development, but as you said it felt a little unearned.)

So yeah I disagree with your assertions that Adora is an abuser and that she’s holding Catra prisoner, but I agree with a number of your observations about the episode itself. I also agree that the framing of the episode made it seem more like it was Catra being the problem rather than Catradora having a hard time renegotiating their relationship and its boundaries. Adora is absolutely being overbearing in this episode and I don’t think it was properly addressed, i.e. it wasn’t clear enough that those problems they were both having were problems on Adora’s end too. And I think a different conversation with Glimmer could have fixed that, just a few lines. The episode showed both of them struggling but I think it does come across like more of the onus is on Catra, like she’s being unreasonable as opposed to being defensive for understandable reasons.

But like I said, some of this is actually more about the fandom’s reaction to the episode. Maybe the writers were hoping to get across that they both needed to work on their bullshit but the fandom has excused Adora because she’s the hero. To be fair, Adora’s mistakes in this episode are very in character for her, in line with her faults/insecurities in general, so maybe they expected us to understand she’s not handling the situation properly.

The fandom reaction to Adora flipping Catra’s mattress and backing her into the corner reminds me of the reactions to DT obliterating Catra with that speech in 4x13. I think on some level we like seeing these drastic actions because watching Catra spiral is frustrating and we want to see something get through to her. It’s satisfying in a way. But on the other hand, both those situations left her with this kind of body language:

And idk, I’m not sure that’s something we as a fandom should be celebrating. Especially considering that DT’s speech left Catra wanting to die and that this bullish behavior by Adora wasn’t really what flipped the switch. It’s pretty significant that the moment Catra asks Adora to stay is once she backs off and says she won’t force her to give her a place in her life. And I think we the fandom tend to overlook that.

So op, I wish you hadn’t come to some of the conclusions you did with your analysis, but I am grateful to you for starting this conversation. I was having a hard time putting it into words other than “it sets off tons of alarm bells in my head and does no one else hear that??”

[aelin-queen-of-terrasen]

Hi! I feel like we were robbed of a reunion between Aelin and Nox in KoA so could you write it, please?

Sorry for the delay, nonnie! Hope you'll like this! 💖

cinders : chapter one

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Honor among thieves, Aelin remembered the phrase with wry amusement as she was kicked out of her seventh tavern that night. Thief or not, she had no qualms about her honor or the lack thereof, not when she was drunk out of her mind with not a copper in her pocket to spend.

All night, she'd cheated at cards, started four brawls and failed to pay for the ale she consumed at most establishments she'd graced with her presence. Come dawn, there would be no tavern left that she hadn't been banned from. Idly, she wondered what would happen if the barkeep found out he was kicking out adarlan's assassin—or the queen of terrasen, for that matter. He probably won't believe her, considering she looked worse than an average drunkard roaming the streets of orynth in middle of the night with a swollen eye and a busted lip. Her wrist hurt from where she'd fallen down and landed on it during one of the aforementioned brawls but she paid it no heed, already looking for another place she could waste her night away in.

Aelin steadied herself with the support of a nearby wall, head spinning and her knees buckled.

She pressed her cheek against the cool surface of the cemented wall, wondering how long she had before someone in her court would notice her absence and drag her back to the palace like she was an invalid in need of protection instead of mala's heir and the queen of one of the most prosperous kingdoms since the rebuilding finished months ago.

The scrape of boots behind her made her turn, hands already positioned in easy reach of the daggers hidden beneath her cloak.

"So this is how our queen passes her time now?" a familiar voice drawled out behind her, amusement in his tone.

That voice—her head spun as she tried to place it. Aelin turned towards him, the movement too fast for her inebriated state and nausea rose in her stomach. She squinted her eyes at the figure standing a few steps away, his own hood covering a better part of his face. The figure looked tall and lean, dressed like one of the common folk. Maybe she could outmaneuver him—

He threw his hood back and her heart stumbled. "Nox?" her voice was slurred, wonder and disbelief warring within her.

"You caught me," he said, voice filled with amusement. "When I imagined us meeting again, this is not what I had in mind."

Her eyebrows rose to her hairline. "You say that as if it was a sure thing we'd meet again."

"I had to. Do you know how awful it is to claim friendship with the saviour of Erilea and have them dismiss your words as a lie?" Nox said, sketching a mocking bow.

He pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. Her lips twitched up in amusement as she said, "I apologise for the inconvenience my popularity may have caused you."

Her head still spun, and she cautiously took a step forward, the moonlight illuminating her old friend's face completely. He looked just like she remembered, moderately handsome with those dark hair framing his face and a lean figure. He grinned, though there was something subdued about it now—some weight that hadn't been there before, no doubt a product of the war they'd all been a part of. When he said nothing, she added: "Lysandra told me she met you," Aelin said. "I tried to find you, after the war—but you'd vanished."

His grin widened into a wolfish one—too reminiscent of her beloved cousin's, "I helped drug the lords of terrasen—Lord Darrow would've sent me to the gallows." He stepped forward to provide support when she almost tripped over her own two feet.

Aelin let him wrap his arms around her, leaning into him. God, she'd missed the former thief and his troublesome grin, the friendship he'd offered her in a competition filled with enemies and a palace teeming with insincere people, the lighthearted air he carried with him.

"Lord Darrow needs to remove that stick shoved far up his ass," she said when she'd steadied herself again somewhat. "I tried to find you."

"I know. Thank you—for saving my life." Nox squeezed her shoulder gratefully. "You didn't have to warn me, you could've just let me stay but you didn't."

He pulled away when he smelled the ale on her breath and frowned. "You shouldn't be out here alone. I think we should take you home." Her stomach sank at the thought of the towering palace, images flashing inside her head one after another—a kitchen, low voices, blood on the bed, the healer's face, a figure clutching her abdomen in pain. Home. Home shouldn't be a place she'd be afraid of.

Her stomach churned at the thought of having to return. Aelin frowned. "I don't want to go back."

"I think you should," he said. "I saw two search parties roaming tonight."

She didn't dare look at his face, lest she might snap at him. He was yet another person who was so interested in telling her how to act. She wasn't an immature who needed instructions from others. "Fine, I should go," she conceded. "You could come with me, you know—there are a lot of open jobs around the palace—"

"I think I will," he nodded. "I don't think you should be out here alone, whatever prompted you to come here."

He looked at her expectantly, waiting for an answer. When none came, he shrugged but the offer hung in the silence between them until she answered, "It's not so simple." Then needing to change the topic of the conversation, asked, "Where have you been—back to the same former profession?" The world spun a little, and her vision grew blurrier. Her voice sounded like a garbled mess, even to her own ears. It was a wonder Nox could make sense of her words.

"And if I did? Not all of us are secret heirs to enslaved kingdoms with kick-ass powers," he grinned.

Aelin tried to answer him but her mouth wouldn't open, her eyelids felt so heavy, half drooped and her legs gave out beneath her. Nox, as if he hadn't noticed the real extent of her inebriated state before, shifted her so she was leaning on him for support but it was a struggle to keep her upright. The palace of Orynth was only streets away now when someone—one of the guards, perhaps?—shouted something, though she couldn't make out the words.

She looked up from her half-asleep state minutes later to the sound of a familar pattern of footsteps.

Nox stiffened, two daggers identical to the ones they'd practiced with in Rifthold sometimes in his hands.

"Relax," she told him, though the words were so slurred, she couldn't be sure he understood. "Lorcan is one of the bloodsworn of my court."

Said bloodsword had his own sword out, looking furious, if not somewhat tired, though the determination shone on his face—he looked like a man on a mission. He walked towards them, movements rigid as ever, every muscle in his body tensed. Nox sheathed his daggers, though he positioned himself in front of her. Aelin rolled her eyes, wondering why everyone she befriended acted had to be a protective bastard?

"Step away from her," said Lorcan through gritted teeth.

The thief of Perranth did no such thing and she barely refrained from another eye roll. Stubborn, overprotective mother hens. "Really, Lorcan, this is one of my friends. You can put your sword away; no one is about to murder me here, I think." Her bloodsworn didn't look so amused at her attempt at humor and this time, she didn't supress her eyeroll.

If Fenrys were here, he'd have teased Lorcan for being the overbearing mother hen Elide claimed he was. Lord Lorcan Lochan—the name was a constant source of amusement for her—may not like her, but he was loyal to his queen and diligent in his duties.

And Fenrys wasn't here—seperated from her for the first time since the two of them had escaped Doranelle months ago—he was looking over the preparation of the last few details of the peace treaties in Rifthold and helping Dorian settle into his position, assisting in the rebuilding efforts there. Elide and Lysandra were at their own estates, looking over their own territories. Her cousin had accompanied Lysandra to Carraverre with a promise to return as soon as she had a routine in place. And Rowan was the farthest—in a different continent, in the city which had caused her so much pain and suffering, Aelin was still haunted by it's memories.

So it was that Aelin was left to spend time with the least favourite member of her court—Lorcan.

She wondered when her mate would be back, wondered what he'd say if he'd found her here tonight instead, wondered if she could hide what she'd heard from him—how he'd react if he found out. He won't leave her, not him. He'd tell her servants' gossip was nothing to be worried about, he'd comfort her the best he could. But over the years, he'd realise how right they were and he wouldn't say a word of his disappointment—no, he loved her too much to hurt her like that. He'd come to resent her for it though, and then immortality won't seem like the blessing it does now.

Aelin's thoughts were steered away from the dark direction by Lorcan's words. "Been dallying with the commonfolk, have you?"

"Don't be an ass," she snapped at the implication. "He's a friend from Rifthold. I won't hurt my mate like that."

Lorcan had the good sense to look apologetic as he rubbed at his face. "I know you won't—I didn't mean to say it." It was as good an apology as she'd ever receive from him.

Poor Nox had turned pale at the sight of a tall, brooding fae but he said with all the nonchalance he could muster, he said, "I saw her outside one of the taverns I frequented and I recognized her. I offered to escort her back."

Lorcan extended his hand, and the scowl on his face made her decide she'd be better off not pissing him off more. He scanned her head to toe, jaw clenching at the sight of the bruises on her face. "You're hurt," he didn't wait for a confirmation. His fists clenched and unclenched repeatedly, "Right now, you'll come with me to the palace, you'll go to your room and you will sleep, like you should've been doing. Tomorrow, we'll talk about this."

His features were schooled into a cool mask of indifference. She almost snapped at being ordered to bed like a child but the concern in his voice made her reconsider her words. Still, she couldn't help it when the words escaped. "I'm not some petulant child," she said in quiet voice.

"You're certainly acting like one now," then his features softened a little. "Let's go home."

Neither said a word until Lorcan had escorted her into her chambers. At her behest, Nox was given a guest room to stay in (much to Lorcan's displeasure) while one of the healers from the royal wing tended to her. She wondered if it was this woman she'd heard talking with the cook, or if she'd even heard anyone at all. Maybe it was all some horrible nightmare she'd dreamed up? She wished it had been some nightmare—or if not, then at least that she hadn't heard the words at all and lived in blissful ignorance for however long she could.

He turned to leave and Aelin started, "I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have—"

He snapped. "Tomorrow. We'll talk about this tomorrow. This—" he pointed towards the bruises—"is nothing to what could've happened if someone had recognised you. You have no idea what you risked!"

"I know what I risked and what could've happened," she bit back. "This isn't the first time I've wasted my night away in tavern after tavern." Her head hammered with pain at the volume of their words but she paid it no heed in her fury. He had no right to call her out; she didn't need his permission or someone else's. What did he care if come dawn, she was found dead in a ditch somewhere? He would be able to live with Elide and still be free of the blood oath. It could be no loss to him. "I'm under no obligation to answer to you," she said.

"I'm a part of your court. If you put yourself in danger, you will answer me," he said.

"I was in danger long before I took the throne. I can handle myself."

Lorcan had either noticed how drained she felt and decided to postpone the conversation or he saw no benefit in arguing with an unreasonable drunkard further because he nodded with a terse nod and an omnious: "We're not done here," and left her room, closing the door behind him softly. She wished he'd slammed the door shut instead, yelled at her or left her on the steps of the palace to the care of some maid—almost wished he'd drawn out his sword on her instead of leaving her alone to the silence of her chambers.

Involuntarily, she recalled the sudden, sharp pains in her abdomen last week. Her cycles had been a little irregular since the war but she hadn't given it much thought until she'd stumbled upon the two gossiping servants—those cursed words she wished she'd never heard. She had come back and tried to sleep, tried to discredit the rumours as speculation but those words had haunted her until she'd escaped her room for fresh air and found herself in a cheap tavern. Those horrible visions had flashed in front of her eyes until she was too intoxicated to remember her own name. Sleep offered no solace at all, and everytime she shut her eyes, she saw a stillborn child, a bed covered in blood, an empty cradle and she'd woken up covered in sweat and her breathing harsh, heart beating wildly against her ribcage.

The bruises on her face turned darker by the morning, but the salve she applied brought her some relief from the pain. Aelin left her chambers only when necessity called for it, the bruises cleverly hidden under her golden curls arranged tactically. The third meeting with the lords of all great houses was dreadfully boring. Lorcan's piercing gaze and Darrow's inquisitive look when she didn't greet them with her usual aplomb did nothing to ease her anticipation for her confrontation. He made no allusion to it as she attended to her duties, though she wasn't naive enough to hope he'd forget. Thus, it was with no surprise that she welcomed him into the sitting room of her private chambers that afternoon when she retreated for a small break. Indeed, he looked comically out of place in the ornate, colourful chamber with his black tunic he wore.

Lorcan's dark eyes upbraided her bruises, then satisfied with the healing progress, sat down and fell into silence. She didn't dare break it—he wanted to have this conversation. She was determined not to give up.

"We need to talk," he said when he realised she won't initiate the conversation.

"We do," she agreed to his surprise, until she added: "How is Nox?"

"Nox? Made drinking buddies with the thief, did you?" he asked. His lips curled in disdain—at her actions or her choice in friends, she couldn't tell.

"Dark hair, pretty face, smiles too much?" she asked. "I'd like you to find him a job 'round here. He has skills we could use, and I'd like to have more friendly companions here."

He looked tempted to retort, but stopped in time to recognise her attempt at distracting him. "I'll see to it. Now, will you tell me why you thought sneaking out of the palace, disappearing for hours and then showing up drunk and half passed-out, with a known local thief, bruised and battered was a good idea?" It didn't sound like a good idea when he said it like that, but she hadn't planned most of it, had she? Finding Nox had been a coincidence, and she hadn't foreseen running out of coins, getting kicked out of taverns or starting those brawls.

"I survived for years in much unsavory conditions than this," said she. "I don't need you to be an overprotective mother hen to me."

He arched an eyebrow. "So you want to be difficult about this?" he leaned back in his seat and relaxed his muscles, "I know you didn't just leave because you wanted to get drunk. Something happened, and you can choose to tell me now, or we can wait here until you confess. I have infinite patience and nothing better to do." She was tempted to walk away from this conversation, little good though it would do her. He pressed, "I'll wait for your answer right here, Aelin. If you want to—that is, if you think it'll help, I'll listen." And he looked so awkward, so uncomfortable, had Aelin looked up at him then, she would have been amused to see one of the most powerful fae warriors squirm in his seat, looking alarmed at whatever it was he saw in her face.

"I'm sorry! I told you I am," she asserted. "I wish you'd leave me alone."

Lorcan didn't think she was apologising for sneaking out without telling him—hell, it seemed like she wasn't apologising to him at all. He didn't know what she meant. Maybe she didn't know either.

He awkwardly patted her arm in an effort to comfort her, though he failed miserably. He hadn't seen that haunted look in her eyes since that first month after she'd escaped that iron coffin. It had taken months of careful manuevering from Rowan to coax that light back into her eyes. He wondered what haunted her now, what bothered her so. How long would it take for her to recover should she break again—this woman who had accomplished the very impossible, turned the tide in many a war, who had defeated armies through sheer will alone? How many times could she break before it would be impossible to put her back together? He wished Rowan were here to console her—or even Fenrys or Aedion. They won't do such a lousy job at it and she certainly won't confide in him. He shouldn't have thought otherwise—

"Pardon me for the interruption, Your Majesty, Your Lordship," the maid said, "but you have visitors."

Lorcan was disinclined to allow Aelin to present herself to company now when she looked one word away from shattering but he knew better than to try to stop her. The wilful woman hardly ever listened to him though, and she was walking out of her chambers before he'd even risen from his seat. He grumbled under his breath, following after her until a sharp squeal erupted from her mouth.

Lorcan was running towards the throne room, already drawing out his sword. It was pure relief that greeted him when his eyes fell on the grinning visitor, his sharp canines gleaming under the sunlight filtering inside through the windows. He nodded in acknowledgement towards the fae warrior and he returned with a look of his own before a noisy storm of gold and green flew past him and slammed into the still awaiting arms of the warrior. A lesser male might have fallen from the force of the collision, but he wrapped his arms around her waist, as unwilling to leave her as she was.

"Welcome back, Your Majesty," Lorcan said wryly as the squeals of delight from his queen grew louder.

King-consort Rowan Whitethorn swept his mate into his arms. "Missed me so much, did you?" he chuckled.

"Understatement," she mumbled into his chest, pulling herself closer. "Tomorrow, I'll pass a decree that you're not allowed to leave me behind ever again."

Rowan mumbled promises to not go anywhere without her anytime soon. Without a care for everyone else in the room, his lips pressed hers with an incessant need, though he drew back when she winced. It was with no small amount of horror that Rowan looked at her, reallylooked at her, memorising every line on her face, the width of her grin and the delight suffused in her brilliant ashryver eyes and stopped short at the busted lip and the bruise around her eye, brushing it with a featherlight touch of his fingers.

Aelin stiffened, and he saw in her expression that she hadn't planned to inform about this misadventure of hers, whatever it was.

He shut his eyes, attempting to regain some measure of composure. "Explain," he demanded, a lethal calm seeping into his voice.

Rowan didn't miss the way his wife stiffened further at his voice, and he noticed her eyes. The emptiness in them was almost too much to bear, too painful a reminder of what she'd endured the previous year and he looked away, though his voice softened.

"Fireheart, what happened? Tell me," he urged in the softest tone he could manage, "Please?"

It was the last word he spoke—the one filled with so much concern, love and devotion that she failed to keep her tears at bay. It was a valiant attempt she made, to blink the traitorous evidence of her grief back into her eyes but then she looked at him again—her mate, her husband, her best friend.

She let Rowan pull her into another embrace; and then, Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius came undone in his arms.

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[burts-baked-bees]

• Grilled Cheese Sandwich •

{A Michael Myers x Female!Reader Story}

The sound of butter frying against a metal saucepan filled the almost silent kitchen as a girl holding a buttered piece of bread looked to the browning grease with a smile. The sound reminded her of late night grilled cheese parties with her father after she waited up far too late for his arrival. With a slight bit of hesitation, she tossed the bread into the pan and yelped when the hissing liquid shot up slightly. She laughed at her own fooliary and turned back to the counter to retrieve a square of bright yellow cheese for her delicious creation. Her eyes left the counter for a moment and fled to the window facing the back yard as a loud bird chirped on the sill.

“Scared the crap outta’ me…” She huffed as she watched the yellow bird twitch its head and poke at its own feathers. Her e/c eyes began to unfocus from the animal before her and started to take in the green foliage around her small but quaint yard. She took in a deep breath as a small gust of wind blew in through the window and brushed past her face. The smell of the rich earth filled her nose as she looked to the cluster of trees that seperated the edge of her own yard from the neighbors. Amidst the deep greens and striking brown tree limbs a different color began to emerge.

A deep blue came into view between flashing leaves and Y/n felt her heart pick up pace.

She knew what color would come next.

Following the deep blue up she eventually met a patch of striking white amongst the trees. Her heart stopped as her eyes met the all too familiar mask of a hulking man keeping to the shadows of her yard. She stared at the shape in the trees for a moment as the wind began to blow again. The white backside of the leaves seemed to outline the man's frame more than before and Y/n sighed deeply. This wasn't the first time she had seen this figure lingering near her presence. For the past week or so she had taken in fully the fact that no matter where she was that looming shape was almost always nearby. She could be leaving the store or just out for a walk and she would have the feeling that she was being watched, and sure enough if she looked just behind her or across the street - he would be there.

The Shape of Haddonfield.

He was like her shadow, always close behind and never lingering. It was almost a comfort to know that someone was constantly keeping an eye out for her, but she couldn’t seem to shake the feeling that he was merely stalking her in order to best decide how and when to claim her as his next bloody victim. And yet, after what she surmised must have been months at the least, of stalking her he had not once made a move to harm her in any way.

Somehow that was scarier than knowing she was going to be killed.

Y/n was ripped from her staredown with The Shape when the smell of burning bread filled her nose. “Shit!” She gasped as she frantically turned back to the stove. Quickly she added the cheese and second piece of bread and flipped it over to find the first side of her sandwich a step away from being charcoal. She scowled at the smouldering lunch and groaned, “Goddammit…” She was not one to turn down food, especially when she was hungry, but the thought of her ‘perfect’ meal was slowly slipping through her fingers as she realized she hadn’t even begun the tomato soup.

Just outside her window The Shape began to stir. Now that she was at the stove, his view of her form was limited. He wasn’t even sure if she was even in the same room anymore, but he was far too locked into this room to even think about changing his spot of observation. The sudden smell of burnt food drifted out from the house in his sight and he cocked his head to the side. That was an odd smell to ever leave her kitchen, even when her mother was cooking there was never any hint that food had been burnt. His mind brought him to the moment just before when she stood in the glass pane and locked eyes with him. He knew now that she was somewhat aware of his lingering presence, but she had yet to go any further in acknowledging him then meeting his gaze for moments at a time. He enjoyed the moments when they were both aware of the other's form.

When she saw him, he saw her.

He still wasn’t sure why he hadn’t ended this particular hunt yet. There was just something about her. She seemed so out of place. She never acted like her peers, and in a way that was striking to him. He had picked her out of a crowd to be his next release of internal aggression and rage, but the longer he spent watching her, the more he began to notice little things about her that were so drastically different from those around her. There was something about her that nipped at a long repressed side of him. A place in his psyche that he thought Dr. Loomis had stripped from him long ago.

She wasn’t afraid of him.

Y/n looked back to the window for a brief moment to see if the figure had moved, and allowed a small smile to curl her lips when she noticed he hadn’t. She looked to the plate she had made for herself and pursed her lips. “I’ve got to be out of my mind…” She whispered to the flame alit her stovetop. With a quick nod she began preparing a second sandwich and filling a new mug with a hot helping of creamy red soup. She rustled around the kitchen in a burst of adrenaline filled energy, her mind racing a mile a minute and her eyes constantly checking her back window for a soothing glimpse of a white mask among the leaves.

The Shape watched in a mix of confusion and anticipation as the girl began flying about the kitchen, grabbing at food items she had already put away in their respectful cubbies. His breathing began to quicken as he watched her move to the small table in front of the sliding glass door leading to him just a few steps away. She placed a plate of food on the table followed by a mug and a glass of deep red juice. He half expected her to look to him once more before sitting down and beginning her meal, but as soon as the food was placed down she disappeared again and returned with a second set of dishes holding a mirror image of her own meal. He looked to the new plate confused; he could have sworn she was home alone. He knew her schedule backwards and forwards, and she was supposed to be home alone for the majority of today. Once her parents arrived home he would retreat to his own home to sleep for a short time, and then resume his stalking.

Y/n stood beside the table, her face turned to the placemats set before her and he watched her visibly sigh. His head tilted to the side in confusion as she removed her sunflower print apron and tossed it to the counter behind her. With that she looked to the door and took a great stride towards the glass. The Shape froze as she tugged the door open and turned her bright face to the trees where he was hiding. The wind hit her face like a wave of pure anxiety, and rustled through her clothes. He took a step back to cover himself deeper in shadow as she straightened up and cleared her throat.

“Listen..” Her voice carried out over the open yard and sent a shiver to his very core; she was addressing him. “You’ve been out there for hours. It’s chilly and windy and you haven’t moved.” Her voice wavered as she took into account just who she was attempting to speak with, “I made myself some lunch because I was hungry, and I made some extra in case--” She stopped her eyes meeting the empty holes in a white mask that surly masked his deep blue eyes. “In case you were hungry.”

The words left her mouth in a small shout as she forced herself to get them past her lips. She was looking right at him as the wind ripped past the space between them again. He remained motionless for what felt like an eternity as Y/n crossed her arms over her chest and leaned her weight on the doorframe. “Okay… I’m well aware you don’t talk, and I might be making a mistake even acknowledging you’re there, but I’m not going to let you just stand there and starve.” She looked to the home of her neighbors as she hushed her own voice, in fear of alerting the people next door to The Shapes presence in her yard. She took a deep breath and looked back to his motionless form a few yards from her, “I’m going to leave this door open, and if you want to come in and join me for lunch you can. If not…” She stiffened up not sure how to end this one sided conversation, “Uh… then… Have a nice day I guess.”

He watched intently as she nodded her head and retreated back to her table; her face a bright red and her limbs shaking. He couldn’t believe what had just transpired. She had spoken directly to him. And she didn’t tell him to leave…

Y/n sat down at the table and shifted in her seat, her heart beating like a bass drum. Even though her stomach was now in knots, and her head was cursing her for addressing the killer in the bushes, she brought her hands to the melted cheese on her pate and scooped it up on her finger. With a shaky sigh she ate the cheese and chased it down with a gulp of her juice. Not too long after she was fully immersed in her meal and enjoying the flavors she had created. Her mind almost forgot of the proposition she made but was soon reminded as a breeze passed through the open door and coated her in an invisible blanket of icy cold. She looked to the empty chair across from her and sighed, she had really thought the Haddonfield Boogeyman would take up her offer of joining her for lunch.

For all she knew, she had just given him an invitation to slip inside and slit her throat. She was letting her mind wander to the aftermath of her supposed murder. How her parents would react, what the school would do to remember her, how her friends would take the news. She was so lost in her own thoughts she didn’t even hear the large muddy boot step inside the doorway and unto her wooden kitchen floor. She was ripped from her morbid daydream when a new figue came into her view, just across from her.

Y/n stiffened up like a wooden post when she realized who had just joined her at the table.

There across from her at her small kitchen table sat the infamous Babysitter Murderer, The Shape of Haddonfield, the Boogeyman.

Michael Audrey Myers.

She swallowed hard as she soaked in the odd sight of him in her home. His large form dwarfed her at the table, and his dirty worn coveralls were a stark contrast against the light wood of the table and chair. His expressionless mask was the last thing she took in; the white face accented by straw brown hair and caked in dried mud and old blood. Every crack in the thin latex was now visible to her and she took a moment to register just how worn the mask was. For the first time, however, she was able to see something just past the mask.

Hiding just behind the misshapen eye holes Y/n could fully see the pair of very human eyes that belonged to the killer. She felt her whole body relax when she realized that he was in fact human under there, and not the monster everyone had portrayed him to be. One of his eyes however was scarred over and obviously blind. She felt a pang of pain in her chest as she processed this new found discovery.

All the pictures she had seen of the man before her as a child, he had both of his blue eyes intact. This could only mean this injury had happened to him while he was in medical custody. She felt her fear melt away as he raised his hands to the table and poked at the food on his plate. She noticed how incredibly beaten his hands were. They were more callous then skin, and what wasn’t hardened was a deep scar. His long fingers danced over the crisp butter soaked bread on his plate, and Y/n noticed how he looked almost confused at the food before him.

“It’s a grilled cheese.” She spoke, earning a slight jump from the shape before her. He looked to her and lowered his hands. His head tilted to the side in his normal fashion as he realized slowly that she was in fact still seated with him; she hadn’t run from him, but instead was beginning to speak to him again. “I guess they only had mushy foods where you grew up, huh?” He responded by looking to his left at the small hallway leading to her front door. He thought back to all the times he had watched her enter her home from the other side of that door, and now here he was seated inside the walls that kept her safe from people like him.

“Your name is Micheal… right?”

He snapped his head back to face her and she jumped. He was so used to hearing Loomis and angry nurses say that name. It had been ages since he heard his own name spoken so gently. He felt his chest flare up after the words left her mouth. Hearing her voice say his name was something he never knew he needed. “I’m sorry!” She yelped looking down at her hands, “It just didn’t feel right calling you any of those things people call you.” She looked up at him with a furrowed brow, his surprisingly soft gaze banishing her fear once again, “You just don’t seem that scary…” She leaned back in her seat and brought a potato chip to her opening mouth. He watched her eat the chip and felt a small smile creep at the edges of his mouth behind the mask. She really wasn’t afraid of him?

Y/n watched as he began to slowly nod. She cocked a brow at him and wringed her hands together, “Yes? Yes your name is Micheal?” His name fell past her lips once more, but this time in a low whisper in fear of upsetting him in any way. He simply nodded again. “So… Can I call you that? Michael?” He nodded once sternly and Y/n felt her lungs release the breath she didn’t even realize she was holding. He looked back to the food on his plate and inhaled deeply. God, did he want to eat; but there was no way he was removing his mask. Not for anything.

Y/n continued to eat in a sort of silence, Micheal’s beathing and the chirping of birds outside the only soundtrack to her meal. Michael watched her as she dipped the sandwich into the mug of soup and raced against the clock to get the soggy bread to her mouth before the soup dripped all over. She calmly finished her food and sat back in her seat, wiping her mouth on a napkin. This was going to be a meal to remember, that was for sure. She watched as his eyes wandered all over the walls of her home, taking in the color of the paint, to the scratches in the wood floors.

“Can I ask you something?”

Her voice brought his attention back to her form and he shifted in his seat. She was playing with the crumbs on the table as she posed the question to the charged air. She glanced up enough to see him nod yet again, and then lower his head to try and meet her gaze. She looked back up and rubbed a hand down the side of her face, her mind still trying to process the fact that he was right in front of her. “Why haven’t…” She cut herself off in an instant. Her brow knitted together as she weighed the optimons in her mind of how this question could go. Michael looked at her with half lidded eyes, his mind reeling as to what she was going to ask next. She locked eyes with him one last time and gave a small smile, “It’s no secret what you’ve done. Everyone here knows who you are. The people you’ve…” She trailed off and gave a small dry chuckle, “Why is this happening? You could’ve… well… you could have very easily killed me by now. But instead you’re sitting here at my table, after months of watching me, silent and still. There are a million scenarios that have played in my head if I ever came face to face with you, and sharing a quiet lunch with you was definitely not one of them…” She shrugged her shoulders and laughed again. Michael could sense a million different emotions swarming around the girl at that exact moment, but still, fear wasn’t one of them. They sat there for a while, Michaels silence answering her question enough fir her to grasp that he was not in fact going to harm her. She felt a sense of clam wash over her as she just sat with him.

Oddly enough, she felt safe.

The doorbell rang out through the house as both people at the table snapped their heads to the door. Y/n shot up as Michael knocked out the chair from under him, flying to his feet. She threw her hands up and shushed him loudly. “Don’t move. I’ll make sure they leave without seeing you. I’ve got this.” She was breathless as she began her walk to the door, Micheal watched her frame move down the hall and he felt the sudden urge to pounce on her and hide them both away from the stranger at the door.

“Hey there! I’m just stopping by to drop off that casserole dish your mom had lent me!” The older woman at the door beamed at Y/n as she opened the door. The girl smiled in response and engaged in a short conversation with her mother friend. Minutes passed by before Y/n said goodbye and turned back to the kitchen. When she arrived the room was empty.

The back door was closed, and Michael was gone.

Y/n huffed as she sat down in the chair that once held Michael, the wooden frame still somewhat warm. She found herself beginning to smile thinking about the encounter she just had. That’s when she noticed the plate in front of her was empty. Michael was gone, and so was his sandwich. Y/n ran her hands down her face and began to laugh. It started off small but grew into a full chest shaking laugh as she leaned forward on the table and let all the tension in her bones melt away.

Somewhere, she thought to herself, the Haddonfield Boogeyman is walking around with my grilled cheese in his hand.

The thought was enough to send her into a new fit of laughter.

Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all……

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Welcome Home: Spoilt

⚬ Pairings: Jimin x Reader ft Hoseok x Reader

⚬ Genre:  Hybrid AU | Romance AU | OT7 AU (eventually) | Fluff | Angst |

⚬ Warnings: Mentions of Death | Mentions of Neglect? | Angst |

⚬ Word Count: 3.6k

⚬ Summary: With you and hobi getting ready to move, Jimin has started isolating himself from you - watching the two of you from afar, as happy as daisies, though as much as he seems to hate your new companion - he can’t help but want to be apart of the family. 

⚬ Author’s Note: This is a repost of the second part of the Welcome Home: Series (as I wanted to change some minor things). I am hoping to post the third part very soon, so please stay tuned. You can find the masterlist for my series HERE. And if you would like to be added to my tag list just let me know. (either in the replies to this post or in an ask)

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“Hobi, I don’t know if this is a good idea.” You say softly to the dark haired hybrid - who stands in the kitchen wrapping your ceramics in newspaper before packing them away in a large cardboard box.

“What do you mean? Why the second thoughts so suddenly? I mean, you already put down your deposit on the house and you said if you were going to live anywhere - you wanted to live somewhere out in the country, somewhere secluded.” He responds, stopping his motions of wrapping up kitchen ware moving to sit next to you on the couch. “I thought this was your dream house.” He adds as he sit besides you.

“I thought so too, but when I told Jimin the other day he just had me second guessing some things.” You respond, looking through the photos of the house on your computer.

It really was your dream house.

It was everything you had dreamed of escaping to when you and your ex-fiancee were still together.

“What do you mean he was making you second guess things?” Hoseok asks as he leans his head lightly on your shoulder, looking at your computer as you continue to flip through the photos.

“I don’t know - he just seemed so upset, so betrayed. It just made me realise how heart broken I would be to have to leave him behind. He was my only friend for four years after I moved here - he was always there for me and now I feel like I’m abandoning him.”

You had told Jimin that you decided to move almost six days ago and you hadn’t seen the sassy cat anywhere in the halls - not even on the steps out the front where you drank you coffee every morning. You were almost certain he was avoiding you, and it had started to make you second guess your decision.

A few days after you had told Jimin, you and Hobi had started to pack up your apartment, and as your furniture started to lessen and the apartment was starting to look more empty, you couldn’t help but wonder why the cat was avoiding you.

“I’m just gonna go sit outside for a bit - I need some fresh air.” You say softly to Hoseok, who nods his hand giving your own a tight squeeze as he watches you leave the apartment. He had noticed your routine over the past few days - you would go outside at the same times everyday and sit on the steps waiting hoping to catch a glimpse of Jimin.

Hoseok was always quick to catch onto things - but even he had to admit it took him a while to notice what you were doing. He had been watching you and the cat hybrid interact for months now and had to admit you two seemed to have a connection he didn’t know about.

He could see it in the way Jimin looked at you when you were focused on something else.

He could see it in the way Jimin would bang on your front door - rushing into your bedroom whenever you woke up screaming in your sleep.

It was easy for Hoseok to be jealous at first, to want to keep the two of you separated - all he wanted was to keep you for himself - but something about Jimin gave you so much joy and comfort that he couldn’t dare seperate the two of you. So everyday he would sit and pack things while you waited outside for the pretty kitty.

You would often sit outside for hours before you would give up - no sign of the feline in sight. He always had a way to break your heart without even meaning too. Today was no different - and after waiting out on the steps watching your most recent Korean drama for more than two hours you were about to get up from your spot on the steps and head inside - when a familiar large yellow blanket was draped over your shoulders.

“You really shouldn’t be waiting outside when it’s so cold. At least put a blanket on before you leave your apartment.” The voice you had been searching for, for days finally said from behind you. It took you no hesitation to spring up from your spot on the steps turning to face the hybrid in shock.

“You came? I honestly didn’t think you would’ve come out here at all.” You say looking over the thinning hybrid. 

Jimin’s hair was a mess on top of his head, his clothes loose around his body and the large bag under his eyes showed he hadn’t been sleeping very well.

“Yeah, well, some of us are busy.” He says, his tone cold as he avoids your eyes turning to look at the ground instead. “Just start taking better care of yourself.” He whispers, moving to walk back to his apartment.

“Why have you been avoiding me Jimin? I thought we were friends?” Jimin’s head turns down to the ground as you question him, not giving him much time to respond before you add. “Do you not want to be friends anymore?” Jimin’s head whips around as he looks at you in disbelief. His mouth opening and closing a few times as he tries to respond.

“How could you say something like that?” He questions you, his eyebrows furrowing in hurt as he takes a step away from you. He looks you over quickly before scowling.

“How can you say something like that when you’re the one leaving.” He spits, his tail flicking furiously behind him as he continues. “You’re the one leaving me behind - So I’m sorry if I’m not feeling up to being buddy buddy with you and that dog... You promised me you would never leave me behind.” He lets out a sigh before spinning on his heel and rushing off to his own apartment.

“Shit.” You huff, pulling Jimin’s yellow blanket around you tighter as your trudge back to your own apartment.

You really have a talent for messing things up.

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“Maybe talking to him is the best idea.” Hoseok says as he watches you pace back and forth in the lounge room. It had been a week since Jimin had exploded at you, and it had really started to bother you. You had told Hoseok later that night what had happened and why you had come back to the apartment so miserable.

“Well, I can see where he’s coming from. I would probably be pretty upset if you were moving away from me too.” He had told you after your repeated what Jimin had yelled at you before he stormed off. You rubbed your faces in frustration before flopping onto the couch with your face against the cushion - before sighing that you had to find a way to make things right or you wouldn’t know how to function anymore.

You had spent the past few days after your first talk with Hoseok trying to find a way to make up with Jimin - to apologise for making him so upset.

“How can I talk to him, if he won’t come anywhere near me?” You question the hybrid who sits besides you patting your head lightly, like you do when he’s as stressed as you are.

“Maybe you should talk to Mrs Park - she might know more.” Hoseok suggests, the idea finally lighting up a fire in you. Mrs Park - Jimin’s owner - was a very kind old lady and had always been extremely happy to see you come around. Maybe if you asked her to help you win Jimin back he would have no choice but to finally talk to you.

“You’re a genius.” You hum, placing a quick peck on Hoseok’s forehead before rushing to grab your keys off the bench exclaiming that you were running to the store to grab something before heading over to Mrs Park’s apartment. Hoseok just nodded as you disappeared from the apartment leaving him a blushing mess of the couch, as he presses soft fingers the the burning spot on his forehead where you had kissed him.

“God damn that girl.”

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Armed with flowers and Mrs Park’s favourite chocolates in hand you knock quickly on her front door - waiting for a few moments before knocking again. It’s another few minutes before you hear rustling behind the door.

“I told you that I’m packing - I still have another wee— Oh, it’s you.” You’re surprised to see Jimin open the door - his frame somehow looking a little smaller than it had a week ago - his hair still a mess on top of his head. “What’re you doing here?” Jimin asks, looking down at the small care package in your hands.

“I thought I should pay Mrs Park a visit - thank her for everything she’s done for me - Is she here?”

“No.”

“What do you mean no? Is she at a doctors appointment?” You ask - looking behind Jimin at the gloomy apartment. Mrs Park had been in a wheel chair for the past year and never really left her apartment much without Jimin so her not being here wasn’t something you were expecting.

“No.” Jimin answers your question - something was definitely wrong.

“Where is she Jimin?” You ask getting a better look behind him at the empty apartment, two suitcases sitting in the lounge room with Jimin’s clothes spilling out. Jimin steps to the side letting you enter the empty apartment before turning to face you - his face flushed red as he hold back tears.

“She had a stroke two week ago…” He begins, not being able to hold back for much longer as he lets out a soft whine, raising his hands to wipe at the tears on his cheeks. “…She didn’t make it.” He finishes his sentence as you rush forwards wrapping your arms around his neck. He’s quick to wrap his own arms around you letting everything come undone.

“Oh, Jimin.” You coo, patting the hybrids head softly as you try not let your own tears fall.

No wonder he had looked so run down a few days ago.

Mrs Park had gotten Jimin when he was a toddler and had raised him since then - he had practically lost his mother. “It’s going to be alright.” You whisper continuing to rub circles on his back as he tries to calm himself down - his sobs turning into small hiccups. You manage to pull his head from your shoulder as his crying comes to an end wiping the tears off his face softly.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Have you been living here on your own?” You question him, your sadness growing as he lets out a small nod.

“What was the point in telling you - you’re leaving anyway.” He whispers, taking a step back, pulling his face away from your hands.

“Jimin…What about those suitcases?” You sigh at the cat hybrid, motioning to the two bags sitting in the middle of the empty room.

“Mrs Park’s son is allergic to cats.” He says quickly. “He was taking me to the rescue shelter next week.” He adds, his hands clasping in front of him as he watches your mouth fall open - your anger boiling.

“Are you kidding me? Jimin this is something you’re supposed to tell me. Were you just going to wait until I left and suffer on your own?” You snap at him.

“And what could you have done? Legally her son has ownership of me now - he can do whatever he likes. And don’t worry you and your new best friend can still go live happily ever after in the country - Mr Park said that purebred usually get adopted quickly…people like to have purebreds.” Jimin snaps back his tail flicking behind him - his ears pressed against the top of his head.

“Is that what you want? We both know what people do with purebred hybrids, Jimin. You should’ve told me Jimin. I would’ve been able to do something.” You know that yelling at Jimin isn’t fair but you can’t help it. People could be awful and the future of Jimin being a breeding stud terrified you.

“What would you have done?” Jimin prods taking a few steps towards you - so close that your chests are almost touching.

“I don’t know Jimin…”You pause for a moment trying to ignore the tense feeling in the air. “…I would’ve taken you with me. I would’ve tried to adopt you and take you with me.” You add, your words faltering slightly as Jimin continues to glare down at you - both of your breathing heavily and glaring at each other.

Isn’t it funny how quickly things change.

Jimin hands reach for your face without a moment of hesitation - his lips finding yours just seconds later. You can’t help but let out a groan, as your hands find their way into Jimin’s hair, his hands trailing down your body until they reach your hips - gripping them tightly.

The two of you take small steps back - entwined in each other - until your back hits the front door, Jimin’s hands moving from your hips to grip your thighs tightly, lifting them until the sit tightly around his waist, his body pushing you further against the door.

Jimin lets out a low growl as his lips move away from your own pressing small kisses down the side of you cheek until he reaches the small curve where your jaw and neck meets, his sharp teeth grazing the skin lightly. You press your head back against the door, squeezing your eyes shut as you let out a breathy moan - Jimin’s lips moving further down your neck until they press gently against your collar bones. His hands move under your shirt moving gently up and down your sides as he pulls his mouth away looking over you.

“Look at what you do to me.” He whispers, his left hand moving to your cheek to tilt you head down towards his - your eyes opening slowly. His pupils were sharp slits, his hair a mess on top of his head as you run your finger through his white locks. His lips were a bright pink your lipgloss smudged over his lips.

He sends you a small grin with a breathy laugh before leaning forwards and capturing your lips with his once more - this time much softer, the kiss between the two of you seeming to say everything you couldn’t with words. His hands move back to your thighs, gently prying them off his waist so your stand, your feet firm on the ground in front of him. He presses a few more chaste kisses to your lips before parting, pressing his forehead against your own - his eyes tightly closed.

“God…You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.” He whispers softly, as you finally pull your fingers from his hair moving them to gently stroke his cheeks as he lets out a shaky breath.

“Did you mean what you said?” He questions you quietly, his eyes opening slowly his pupils back into the large circles you were used to his gaze watching you closely as you nod - your breathing still ragged.

“Would you still do it?” He asks you next his fingers drawing small circles into the skin on your hips - his attention focused on a small corner right on the edge. “Would you still take me with you? Would you still adopt me?” He adds his own breath hitching as you nod again.

“In a heartbeat.” You whisper with a small smile that Jimin returns before pressing his lips to yours once more.

“God…I love you so much.”

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“What if this doesn’t work?” You question Jimin, who stands by your side fiddling with his fingers, not looking up from the ground.

“It has to.” He answers quietly, giving you an encouraging smile as you knock on the apartment door in front of you. It only take a few moments before the door swings open, a short stocky man standing in front of you.

“Are you Park Myunghoon?” You question, the man gives a quick nod, looking over Jimin with a snarl. “My name is Y/N, I live down the hall - I was a good friend of Mrs Park and her hybrid Jimin.” You say motioning to the hybrid behind you before turning back to the small man.

“I’ve heard that due to Mrs Park’s unfortunate passing and your allergy to cats that Jimin will be given to a rescue centre to be put up for adoption.” The man seems to smirk at the end of your sentence probably being able to guess where you were going with this.

“Listen Kid, I understand the you want to help your friend but the rescue centre already offered me a thousand for him - and they already have a potential buyer.” He says almost dismissing you, but you take a step forwards, somehow being at eye level with the man.

“I can see you’re a smart man Mr Park, but I just feel like only a thousand is such an injustice. With a feline hybrid with Jimin’s heritage and a purebred ragdoll - which are rare in themselves - only a thousand is a rip off. If you sign the adoption papers today I’m willing the offer you two thousand five hundred for him.” You say quietly trying to bargain with the money hungry side of the man. You words seem to work as he looks between you and the hybrid hesitantly. “I have cash.” That seems to be what gets the man to sigh, reaching his hand out impatiently. Jimin steps forwards with a pen and the papers necessary telling the stubby man where to sign before he tucks them under his arms taking a few steps back.

“Thank you for your business, Mr Park. We hope we won’t be hearing from you anytime soon.” You say handing the man a bulging white envelope - before turning on your heel and ushering Jimin out of the apartment building to your car parked on the curb.

“I can’t believe that worked, it just seemed way too easy.” You huff as you slide into the drivers seat, Jimin sliding into the passenger seat besides you.

“I told you - he’s a shallow man - nothing a bit of cash wouldn’t solve.” Jimin says with a large grin - Mrs Park had left some money in case of emergency in Jimin’s name - ten thousand she left for him - and the poor man was too dumb to find a way out of giving Jimin what he was owed.

“I guess we should break the news to Hobi.” You add, Jimin had put his suitcases in your car two days ago - not ever wanting to have to return to his old apartment after the papers were signed - too many memories, too much lost.

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It’s been two weeks since Jimin joined your small family - Hoseok and Jimin seeming to have an unspoken truce and were seeming to be putting up with each other well. The day you broke the news to Hoseok he seemed surprised, he had no idea what the two of you had been planning and the surprise addition to the family made him a bit uneasy.

You didn’t blame him.

He had only been with you for a few months himself but you had already begun changing everything - adding more people, moving house things were a bit hectic for the adjusting hybrid.  He had sulked for a few days but came around eventually when Jimin proved himself to be handy around the home, as much as he liked to follow hoseok around and knock things over.

Jimin’s new favourite past time has become annoying Hobi as much as possible. His favourite way seemed to be by being overly affectionate with you. Almost all day Jimin would stand besides you with his hand in yours, his head nuzzling into your neck - a small grin sprouting as Hoseok lets out a scoff.

It doesn’t take long for Hoseok to finally snap, sneaking into your bedroom one night when Jimin is showering.

“Why aren’t you that affectionate with me?” He spits out, as he looks at you reading your latest fantasy series cuddled under your blanket.

“What do you mean?” Your quick to ask placing the book besides you as you sit up further looking at Hoseok in concern.

“You and Jimin cuddle and hold hands all the time, I even saw him try to kiss you the other day.” He responds, throwing his hands up in defeat when you still don’t seem to understand his words. “Why don’t you do that with me…I want to cuddle and hold hands, but you always seems so awkward around me - like you don’t like being near me.” He finally says and you sputter a little trying to hold in a shocked laugh.

“Hobi, you know that’s not true - I love being around you.” You chuckle watching as the boy pouts moving to sit at the end of your bed.  “You probably think I’m being awkward cause I don’t want to push you to do something that might make your uncomfortable. I would love to be more affectionate with you, I just want to be sure if that’s what you want too.” You explain and Hoseok seems to relax a little bit, moving closer to you on the bed, taking your hands in his, as his thumbs rub small circles into your palms. 

“Have you and Jimin kissed before?” He asks softly, not looking away from your palms not even as you choke on the air your breathing in. You nod slowly as you take in deep breaths. 

“Then you have to give me one too.” He says his pout returning on his lips, al you can do is roll your eyes, a small grin spreading across your face as Jimin saunters into the room his torso bare as his towel is wrapped around his waist.

You sigh ignoring the scandalous feline before leaning forwards and pressing a chaste kiss on Hoseok lips, pulling away with a raised brow.

“Happy?” You ask, Hoseok nodding furiously in response.

“Anyway big boy.” Jimin whispers as he leans over besides Hoseok, “We’ve done much more than just a little kiss.” Jimin teases as he walks back to the bathroom with his clothes in hand leaving you shaking your head and denying his claim.

“He’s lying.” You spit out glaring at the bathroom door, not noticing how Hobi’s ears flatten against his head.

“It’s offical…I’m going to kill him.”

“Hobi, No.”

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[fimawari]

Thoughts on the comic and Skully's Identity. [Slight Spoiler Warning? Not really any plot spoilers just details and characters.]

So a lot of people accept that Jay is probably Skully, either surviving or something else. However there's also speculation that it could be Alex, Jessica, or even Seth Wilson, a few thinking about Tim. (Though I would rule him out as the artist drew what he looked like in the Comic on another post) So I raked out every detail I can. Of course it can all just be a stylistic choice but whatever - make of it what you will.

It could just be some new random asshole, but It's a given they know Jessica, so it is very likely to be Jay. He presumed she was gone, unless he watched the last Entry. That would also explain "It's you" sort of "oh shit" moment. Jay was also set on looking for Jessica, so if he did survive, you could assume that would still be one of his motives. Tim wouldn't likely have that "it's you" moment because he knows Jessica is alive. Alex might have that reaction though. I believe he presumed that she was gone.

It also takes two things from Brian and Tim. The hoodie and the plastic mask. So this person has likely seen both of them and came to imitate their appearance.

Coat Buttons

The Jacket appears to have snap on metal buttons. It's typical for this style of jacket (similar to a utility jacket, which would be useful and warm to run all over the goddamn woods at night) to have the buttons placed on top of the left side for a men's jacket. (Of course it could just be any person in a men's styled jacket, but still.)

I picked this out because it's paid attention to very carefully as a detail. Of course that's good for continuity, but I know for filming Marble Hornets they were very careful with detail and hinting at things.

2. Height

They're only seen crouching up to a door with Jessica on the other side, but if they both stood straight, they'd come to be about the same height, which was true for Jay and Jessica in the series.

3. You are broken but you CAN be fixed

This is what the masked figure says to Jessica. Similar to ToTheArks video saying Alex was broken, but couldn't be fixed. That might line up with Jay's motives because he continued to think he could solve the situation. It could be argued he also believed Alex could be saved from the Operator. It it were Alex, it could be his own changed perspective in whatever "form" this is now. That would be quite interesting to see why he would go from wanting to destroy the tapes to actively giving someone the tapes.

4. Not a point but something I noticed.

On the Rosswood bulletin, there is a blurry poster that looks like it could be a "Missing" sign. Who for - I don't know, but it does kind of appear they have glasses, so it could be Alex? This could also just be meaningless background illustration.

In the same frame, Adam also talks about people getting lost in the woods and says, "The Majority of them were recovered safely but," and he stops. That's a pretty cliffhanger "but" there Adam.

Closer inspection of the Rosswood Map shows Rosswood Rd, mentioned in the series, and was supposed to be the road off the usual parking lot they stopped in when meeting up, and an X location to hard to read atm, but it is off the beaten path.

5. In a silly doodle drawing in the comic files, I did notice this poster with a skull on it. It may just be nothing but could also be implying that whoever is in the skull mask died and came back.

Also I appreciate that the soda is Conk.

6. It's Fall about 10 years later after the first incidents in Rosswood began, in the timeline 2019 ish, but that is apparent from the trees outside and the time the comic was created at.

7. Jessica has a "Sarah" in her phone. Could he literally the millions of Sarah's but I'll point it out anyway. But more interesting barely covered is Tim's contact.

8. I was thinking about why their seems to be Blue Lenses in Skully's mask, they're even visible from a distance. Now this is really digging at the bottom of barrel but when Jessica grabs the pipe to defend herself, it's highlighted by red for emphasis. Red and Blue have often been a scheme for duelity and such.

This repeats again in the second title page:

A lot could be discerned from it. Maybe she is Skully, like a second half of her, as one of her nightmares is fighting against herself. May also not mean that and be another symbol of duelity, red vs blue.

I don't think the blue is styling choice because you can quite clearly see eyes in Masky's drawing. I believe there is definitely something covering their eyes - like lenses. Their "fashion choices" are also leaning towards the expensive side I noticed. Unless they just stole it went to a goodwill and got lucky. A utility jacket like that would cost somewhere beyond a $100 unless you're lucky. I'd pay to see a cryptid running around in Gucci in butt-fuck-nowhere Alabama in the middle of the night. Or who knows maybe Alex got some prescription lenses put in that shit.

9. Do I even have to explain the symbolism of a Jay.

10. I can say with good certainty this probably symbolises Jessica's memory of Alex.

11. Some damning evidence, whoever is in the mask has access to the original entry files, not just downloaded YouTube stuff. Jay, Tim, Totheark would likely have access to that. Alex was pretty dead-set on having all the traces deleted, I'd doubt he'd have them all uploaded to a computer.

12. No idea what this might represent besides some metaphor for life being a merry go round, but in the postcard Skully is chilling on a horse lmao. "Stuck in a loop of unhappiness." Ring a bell?

13. Can't attach another photo but the abandoned house Jessica goes to has "Bones" written on it, much like the Hospital did. In the original series they said that graffiti was just there, so maybe they decided to work with it? Who knows maybe it's some kind of new group? Maybe ToTheArk vs "Bones?" You CAN'T be fixed vs You CAN be fixed.

14. I also can't speculate what it exactly means, but it's obvious Skully can talk, not seen previously with the others. Whether out of an inability or just not wanting to. Could be argued it's a person behind the mask by choice, not volition. We also don't really know if Brian chose his path or became that. But he became a masked cryptid after supposedly "dying". We also never see people "die" just assume they have died or are dead and they disappear. Tim implies that it's just feeding off them, physically or mentally. They always die off camera or get fucked off somewhere by the egg head. They appear dead afterwords, with Jay and Brian, but still missing. All of their bodies were taken by the monster and are god knows where in some seperate dimension. This is borderline r/im14andthisisdeep but what is "death" in this series. Does it mean gone permanently or just "gone" ... For an unknown amount of time. People die, but do they stay that way? Or do they die ... In one sense, but not the other, Losing something of themselves from before, and becoming something new. That would awfully explain Brian's behavior after Alex "killed" him. It's also implied there are others apart of ToTheArk that were never shown in the series, suspected to be other members of the original cast who maybe had "died" and come back as someone else. Something broken.

Tim seems to be an outlier. It's presumed he has avoided death, and essentially kept his mentality. But still slips into another form out of his control, usually in response to the monster or the hooded man being near and stealing his pills and shit. Is he between death? Is that why doucheslender follows him? "The one that got away." Istg I don't take drugs.

That was Michael from Vsauce thank you for coming to my Ted talk.

[strongsassysexysloane]

It Was Like A Movie

Summary: Whats an innocent movie night amongst friends? Every Friday night, for months? What are these feelings when Jack changes plans? 

I needed an excuse to write fluff while in amongst writing so much Angst. 

… . 

You don’t know when it had become your weekly routine but sometime ago Friday nights had turned into movie nights with Jack. Mostly at your place because you had a ridiculous amount of movies. Most you got from Tony before he left and others you’d collected over the years. Jack always brought over the icecream and you order take out. It was something fun and chill to do after a long week and neither of you liked it when a case got in the middle of your plans.

“So pizza?” Jack slipped off her boots, hung her beige trenchcoat up and walked into your living room where you were sitting cross legged on your sofa. She walked past the couch, into the kitchen and placed the icecream of the night in your freezer.

“Is that even need to be asked?” You huffed, flicking through the pizza menu on your phone.

“We had it last week!” She laughed, walking back into the living room and sitting down on the couch beside you, grabbing her already full glass of wine.

A smile spread wide across your face and an eyebrow raised at her attempt at a complaint. “And?”

“You’re insufferable.” She laughs and bumps your shoulder, leaning over to read the menu with you even though you both know what pizza you both like.

“We can order something else?” You needed to offer just in case she was serious in her attempt to change your mind.

“I never said that.” She nudges your shoulder again and you can only chuckle at her antics, she was the insufferable, incorrigible one.

“You drive me nuts.” You sigh and continue scrolling down the menu.

“Thank you.” Jack said it like a proud accomplishment with a cheeky grin curving her lips. She rests her chin on your shoulder and you lean your head against hers.

It only takes a few minutes and you both decide on one ham and pineapple with cheesy garlic bread. To be fair you usually only get normal plain garlic bread but you felt like the added calories were needed. The case you just wrapped was a long, hard one.

“And the one before that wasn’t?” Jack sniped and you sighed with your lame excuse.

“Just drink your wine and pick a movie. It’s your choice tonight.” You breathed and took a long sip of your wine. It wasn’t the nicest wine but it was doing the trick. You could feel your muscles starting to relax.

Jack scanned the shelf for a movie, holding her glass in one hand and slipping her other into the back pocket of her jeans. You knew she was only dragging out her perusal of your selection. She’d had a few in mind since last week, she was slowly going through all your soppy romantic movies. Something about enjoying the fairytale on screen because it never worked out like that in real life.

On queue she selected the dvd, slipped it into the player while you refilled your glasses and grabbed the blanket from behind your sofa before sitting back down. You were ten minutes into the movie when the pizza arrived and enjoyed the icecream towards the end. It was another perfect relaxing movie night. Jack had enjoyed too many glasses of wine because she insisted on opening the third bottle of wine into the second movie with the second bowl of icecream. She crashed on your couch, just like the time before and you left some advil and a glass of water on the coffee table for her when she woke up.

The next movie night was postponed until Saturday night because of a case that only wrapped up Saturday morning. You told Jack that you could just have it next Friday but she insisted she needed the movie night. She’d just have it by herself if you didn’t feel like it and of course you couldn’t have that.

“Let me guess, pizza again?” Jack teased as she shut your front door and hung up for denim jacket on your coat rack.

You laughed and shook your head. Her sass was on fire for the past few days. Kept you awake and on your game when you just wanted to crumble on the floor because the case was just too draining. A child had been kidnapped and held for randsom. Something you’d never get use to. Gibbs, obviously, was extra grumpy but so was everyone. McGee was wokring himself to the bone because he just couldn’t seperate his kids from the situation, kept thinking if it was his twins. So when everything came to a head this morning you were all running on empty.

You heard jack walk in and hop up on your breakfast counter. “What are you cooking? Thought we did takeout on movie nights?” The curiosity peaked in her voice, her eyes watching you move and almost float around your kitchen.

When you got home, you couldn’t sit still so you decided to cook. It was one thing you did when you needed to relax and take your mind off things. Another thing you needed after a rough case was comfort food and this is how you came to be making your grandma’s mac and cheese. “You love my cooking! And movie nights are Friday nights and I needed the distraction.” You let out a deep sigh with the last word. Jack would no doubt ask you what’s up because she knew cooking was a stress relief for you. Better to just bite the bullet.

“Smells scrumptious. I figured you might had wine but it seemed like a beer kind of night.” You looked over your shoulder and saw jack lifting out two beers from the cooler she had perched beside her on the counter and handed you one.

“You know me too well.” You stopped stirring the cheese sauce for a moment to bang the lid on the counter and it came flying off. It was a skill you’d perfected over the years.

Jack laughed and handed you her beer just to see you do that again. “You need to teach me that.” She hummed, swigging her beer.

“Nah, have to have one thing on you. You already own me at Darts and I use to be a pro at that from college.” Turning back to your cheese sauce, it’s almost ready so you take it off the stove while the macaroni cooked. “How about you pick a movie while I put this in the oven.”

“But it’s your turn to pick?”

“I know but i’m busy. So you pick this one and I’ll pick the one after that.” You quickly move around the kitchen, straining the pasta and mixing it in the sauce.

The mac and cheese was a hit, not that you had any doubt that it wouldn’t be. There was too much cheese for it not to be and mixed with Jack’s beers it was perfection. The movie was an easy watch and you chatted throughout. You were glad she insisted on the movie night tonight, for some reason you didn’t think you could be alone after his case.

“Wanna stay over? We can head to the markets in the morning?” You said it lightly, trying to not sound desperate and put pressure on her but by her sweet, soft smile you knew she wanted to as well.

“Okay. Sounds great. Another then?” Jack got up from her spot close beside you on the couch and grabbed two more beers from the fridge. She brings them back and lets you do your thing with the caps against the coffee table. You like that it makes her laugh and smile. She rests her arm along the back of the couch and you rest back into it.

The one night movie turned into three. You’d dozed off a few times throughout the third one to which Jack giggled at but she was asleep by the end. You managed to hop up without waking her and stretched out her legs so she wouldn’t have a sore body in the morning. The blanket that was already spread out over you both, you tucked it around her and brushed a few strands of hair away from her face. She was so cute and peaceful when she was asleep. Like no sass or smart ass remark could never cross her lips. Like many times before you placed a glass of water and Advil on the coffee table and went to bed.

This was the routine now. She’s more than likely crash on your couch unless she had any plans the next day and you’d happily let her. She was nice company and you’d become best friends over the past few months. Always bantering and grabbing coffee whenever you could. Unfortunately work had gotten hectic over the next month so movie nights weren’t as routine.

This week’s case was actually not that intense. Just a lot of paper trail, no body or gruesome murder. It was a nice change. Some had just tried to get away with robbing the wrong Admiral. Was there a right person to rob?

Jack waltzes into the bullpen, stopping right in front of your desk. You look up from your computer with a bemused look on your face “Hey sorry to be a party pooper.” Her face saddens slightly, she shifts her eyes around nervously and you suddenly don’t want to know what’s coming out of her mouth next. “Can I do a rain check on tonight’s move night? My date tonight off instead and asked if we can change it to tonight?” She doesn’t look you in the eye. She looks around at the objects on your desk, her fingers fiddling with your posted note stack before she finally looks at you.

You can see she’s torn, you don’t want to have to make her choose and be the reason she’s not happy. After all it was just move night, you two could do it any other time. Although you’d missed last weeks because of a case and the week before was cut short because you got a call to a case. This job really knew how to stuff up your plans.

“It’s fine Jack.” You plaster on a smile and wonder why this is hurting you so much. It was just movie night with Jack. Friends ditched friends plans all the time to go on dates.

“You sure?” She seems nervous for some reason, all her tells are showing and you can’t think why.

Her fingers shift to run along your photo frame and you reach up and halt her movements with you hand. Resting your hand on top of hers, the simple gesture shocks her, you can see her eyes widen slightly which makes you pull your hand away. “Absolutely, it’s just movie night.” You grimace slightly at how easy that came out and how wrong it sounded. Why did it sound so wrong?

Jack nods slowly, still unsure about your answer but then shrugs. The movement instantly changes the mood and she smiles. “Great, now I have to find an outfit to wear.” You both laugh and she walks out of the bullpen. Your eyes catch Ellie’s who is looking at you knowingly. She’d come along to a few movie nights in the beginning but then ditched saying she had other plans and never rejoined again.

The rest of the day was boring. You couldn’t concentrate. Your mind always going back to how hesitant Jack was to ask you about the rain check and how weird you felt about it. She was just your friend right? Best friend? You really enjoyed spending time with her and all. But both of you had but a line in the sand a while back. Not interested. Ellie had teased you both and you both joked it off saying you were just friends. You shared a look and that was that.

You groaned and got up from your desk, you needed chocolate because the realisation just hit you like a tonne of bricks. You hated the idea of Jack going on a date instead of spending the night at your place. You enjoyed her company, her smile, her laugh, just about everything that was her. No matter what you’d both said weeks, months ago that feeling had never changed. You’d just been lying to yourself about it. Hoping that the lie would ring true. She just wanted to be friends so that’s how it was going to be. And you’d be the supportive friend that just want to see her happy, even if it was with another person.

The vending machine didn’t have the right chocolate you wanted so that made the rest of the afternoon even worse. By the time home time hit, you couldn’t get out of the office fast enough. You preemptively bought enough ice cream for you and Jack the night before so now you had it all to yourself and that would just have to do for tonight. The movie you had picked, because it was your turn, would have to wait. You couldn’t watch it without Jack plus it was a silly rom com. You only watched those with Jack, how you’d managed to lie so well to yourself for so long was beyond you.

Your apartment seemed less inviting when you got home. Not as inviting as it had been when you left this morning. The shower helped a bit, so did the chocolate icecream. You were half way through the small tub (you never bought large ones just in case you had the urge to eat it all. Tonight you had that urge.) when there was a knock at your door. The buzzer didn’t sound so it must be one of your neighbours, you looked down at your sweat pants and sloppy joe and shrugged, your neighbours had definitely seen you in worse. You’d definitely seen some of them in worse. You shuddered at the memory of seeing Mr Johnson on the bottom floor, mowing his little patch of lawn last summer in just his underwear. He wasn’t a fit man, he also liked a lot of takeaway.

The knock came again and you shook the image out of your head and walked towards the door. You peeped through the little spy hole and was shocked to see that it wasn’t your neighbour. Now you really wished you’d chosen something nicer to wear but she wasn’t meant to be coming tonight.

“Jack, what are yo-?” You stepped back as she sprung into your apartment, not giving you the time to step properly out of the way. She seemed frazzled. Where was her date? “What happened, weren’t you on a-?”

“Got to the bar and turned around.” She was chewing her thumb nail. She was adorable whenever she did that but you knew something was definitely bothering her because that’s what she did. “Needed to ask you a question.” Her hand moved away from her lips and she paced the small area of your living room.

You close the door and turn back around to her. She’s still pacing and it’s very unsettling. “You couldn’t text me? What’s so important you had to run out on -” She was having a good effect on cutting off your sentences tonight. Her deep frown and sudden stop in pacing caused you to rethink what you were going to say. “Sorry, what do you need to ask me?” You can’t help but swallow. She was making you nervous now and the outfit she had on wasn’t helping your case.

Jack was wearing your favourite dress of hers. It was white with an intricate pattern all the way down and along the sleeves, you’d say it was pretty see through too but it wasn’t revealing. It fit her perfectly and she looked stunning (As per usual). She shifted back onto her heels, which was dangerous considering she was in heels but you suspected she’d be able to run in heels so a little balancing was easy.

“Why did your smile and words seem so forced in the squadroom today? Like you said it’s fine and it’s just movie night but it didn’t seem.. fine.” Her eyes were boring into yours now, you couldn’t look away even if you wanted to.

The question wasn’t at all what you were expecting, you weren’t sure what you were expecting. This wasn’t meant to be happening. She was meant to be across town having a date while you sulked and ate your feelings away in the form of chocolate icecream. You ran your hand through your hair, feeling very in the spotlight right now and you hated the way Jack was looking at you. Analysing your every twitch and shift.

“Why does it matter to you so much?” You knew answering her question with a question was a dangerous move but you couldn’t answer her honestly. How could you? You didn’t want to ruin your friendship with this incredible woman, you didn’t want to risk that. You couldn’t!

You saw the disappointment cross her face, she wasn’t doing very well at hiding her feelings right now. Your wall was barely standing at this point.

“Jack, I can’t answer your question and I don’t want to lie to you.” The moment those words left your lips, you couldn’t look at her anymore. Your eyes landed on her feet then on the floor beneath them because even looking at her feet hurt. You felt so stupid.

Jack took a step towards you and then another. You saw her hand reach up before you felt her cup your cheek and you couldn’t help but lean into her touch. Her thumb moving softly back and forth across your cheeky slowly. She ever so slowly guided your head back up so you had to look in her eyes, the distance between you was small. You could now smell her perfume, it invaded your senses and you didn’t like it. Not that it didn’t smell good, it just didn’t smell like her. You loved her scent (you realised how stupid), the smell of her floral shampoo, mixed with her cherry blossom hand moisturiser and something else you couldn’t quite name. It was just Jack.

“Jack..” The words didn’t come, they couldn’t. How had it all gone so wrong in the last 8 hours?

“Y/n, I didn’t want to go on this date tonight. I wanted you to say you wanted me to come over. That we missed last week’s and it’s too difficult with our job’s to get a night off together.” She eyes were soft, sad and her thumb was still stroking your cheek softly.

“Together?” You breathed. Trust your brain not to respond to her properly right now. That was the word or part of her speech that you were hung up on?

“I know we said things a while back about us, not being an us but..” She drifts off and you are hung up on her words.

“But?” There was too much hope and possibility in that word. She saw your eyes light up, hers did too when she saw the possibility become a reality.

You watch as her eyes flick down to your lips, you can’t help but part them slightly. Your breath hitches when she moves in closer, your noses brush against one another and her hand on your cheek curves round, her fingers splaying into your hair to draw you forward. Her lips ghost over yours, her bottom lip catches yours and you can’t help but let a soft whimper escape. Jack captures your lips then, like the whimper was all the confirmation she needed. Your hands cirlce around her waist, pulling her in close, her other hand rests at the base of your neck, helping her dominate and guide the kiss. Her tongue glides along your lip and you give her enough room to slide her tongue along yours, letting her explore and devour you in one.

Breathless you both pull apart far enough to catch some far too important oxygen. Your arms still wrapped around her waist, keeping her close. Her hands still in place, keeping you still. “What was the answer you couldn’t tell me?” Her eyes dancing mischieviously, her lips curving into a sweet, teasing smile.

“That I wanted you to be with me tonight. That I want you to be with me every night. That those words I said  were just a lie I’ve been telling myself and I almost believed it until today.” It was true, every single word. You would never lie to Jack, never again. And you’d try your best not to lie to yourself either.

She pulled you back in then, this time the exploration was softer, drawn out more. She nipped at your bottom lip before pulling away again. “I want that too.” The teasing gone from her lips, the games gone from her eyes. All you saw was truth, devotion and certainty.

It was your time to pull her in for a kiss, you smiled, she smiled and the kiss wasn’t near as long as you hoped it would be but that was ok. You had all night to kiss her as many times as you liked and hopefully the next day too. Plus the day after and the day after that. “Stay?” You hummed against her lips. It wasn’t for anything more than to be with her, to have her in your arms and she knew that but that didn’t stop her from the sass returning, the cheekiness she loved to tease you with.

“Well aren’t we forward.” She smiled, her eyes sparking and kissed the corner of your mouth before pulling away.

“You come to my house in that dress, ditching a date and would rather spend the evening with me. And I’m the one being forward?” You laugh at her shocked, playful hurt expression. “Shut up and kiss me.”

She does as you command because you were hers and she was yours and you’d both known it for a long time but now you were living it.

“I feel over dressed.” She laughs, looking down and you flush.

“I feel frumpy.” And you laugh as she rolls her eyes.

“You look cute.” She hums, brushing her nose against yours.

You can’t help but smile. “You look hot.” Your hands running up her sides and back down, pulling her in by the waist.

She hums, kissing you again, sucking at your bottom lips before pulling back. “Got that old NCIS shirt and boxers I can borrow, again?”

“That seems like still too much clothing.” You get a shove to the shoulder for that sass before pulling away and grabbing her hand.

She gladly followed you into your bedroom. Hugging you around the waist and dropping soft kisses to your neck while your searched through your drawers. Maybe you took a little longer, enjoying her against you and her lips against your skin.

“You keep doing that and we won’t get to the movie and icecream.” You turn in her arms, placing a peck to her lips, snaking your arms around her neck, pulling her back in for longer, teasing, moan causing kiss.

“That such a bad thing?”

The movie and clothes long forgotten. The ice cream you’d share later. Movie nights got infinitely better and more frequent after this. 

[bellamygateoldblog]

The 100 7x01: Discussion

My general takeaway from the episode can be summarised like this: Echo is spectacular. (I might’ve said “oh my god look at her!!!!!” and “ugh she is just The Best” too many times to count).

This is long-ish because I really just wanted to consolidate my thoughts in one place. Bitch it’s me i got a lot to say!!!!!

The Good Parts

— The farmhouse setting. While it’s existence is strange and “a sore thumb” and worked to further push Sanctum being the abomination born of clumsily mixing genres and time periods in terms of construction/costuming, making everything appear disconnected and obnoxious, it was still a nice change. It made me feel warmer and more comfortable as a ‘modern’ viewer. It’s a breath of fresh air from the constant dark element: dilapidated post-apoc buildings falling from their foundation, endless woods, and equally cold-feeling labs and skeleton dungeons.

— Echo. This was a damn good episode for Echo and every second reminded me of why she’s my favourite. She’s a badass. I always love to see her falling naturally into leadership of her little ragtag groups who accept it wholeheartedly. From the “testing a theory” moment where she went ‘when Gabriel doesn’t speak >>>’, to right at the end when she killed the solider about to “eliminate” Hope (hesitation is death...oh no he can’t hear us he’s got airpods in oh my god). It was Echo that got them through the whole sequence with the anomaly, Echo who figured shit out, Echo who quickly judged the situations and formed plans to overcome the obstacles. In other words: she did THAT.

Favourite scene: Echo coming face-to-face with the projection of her own insecurities in the form of Roan and Echo 1.0, and physically overcoming them (shooting them down), along with the trauma and pain that they both represent. The perserverence and getting the job done despite the emotional torture felt like a callback to the Psychosis episode of 6x02 when she was clever enough to sedate herself to silence the voices in her head. I also think the dialogue chosen was also foreshadowing that she would become a leader by the finale (commander?) and i love to see it!

— Clarke and Madi’s conversation. Oh Clarke, you just keep reinforcing and validating my perceptions of who you are as a person over and over again lol. In all her self-importance failing to remember that Madi, in fact, had and was raised by her biological parents for half of her life (and the new knowledge that she spent six years telling her little mind tales from the book of her life whilst apparently never taking the time to learn about Madi’s or acknowledge/honour her birth parents in any way) is “yeah that’s about right” to me. Sure you could say she was still reeling from the events of six and her death-almost death-almost death again. But I’ve always had this Thing about the relationship between Clarke and Madi. And i’ve seen some of the lighthearted humourous reception that scene got from fandom, “#where do you think the child CAME from?!” which only served to remind me of my own impression that Clarke views Madi as wholely ‘hers’, as if Madi’s existence was tied to Clarke, but i might elaborate in a seperate post.

This scene was a lovely display of self-awareness I’ve rarely seen on Clarke (never even got it when she electrocuted said child two seasons ago- however that absense of apology and acknowledgement of the sheer wrongness of that action also fits very nicely with my view of her lmao, still though, a weird choice for your ‘heroine’).

— Clarke’s “feels like a different world.” Felt romantically-coded. I think Gaia/Clarke might be the most convinient relationship to transform into romance at this point. However I’m sincerely hoping this road they could go down won’t reduce Gaia to a crutch/accessory for Clarke, and that she doesn’t become merely a love interest. I’ve seen talk already of Gaia being “Clarke’s happiness” etc.. which is already confirming my worst fears. Sigh.

This moment very much felt like found closure and the turning of a page. But i will say it was a very sharp turn from the three seasons of shoehorned-in mentions of Lexa, and last season’s emphasis on Clarke’s very-much intact emotional response to her memory- “it’s why you cry when you think about Lexa”- to her looking at an image of Lexa’s memory of her, reminicing but having no emotional response to it, and brushing it off while sharing a soft look with Gaia (and this is a few days since s6? I don’t know how this timeline is working but Tbh it’s not like these writers ever concerned themselves with ‘realistic time frames’ anyway lol). Yep, Jason’s seasons are individual “movies,” alright.

Other *nodding approvingly* moments

— Raven’s subtle “elevator eyes” on Clarke when she started giving her orders again. I see you, Miss Reyes, and I appreciate you.

— Raven + the foot in her mouth and the cute way she catches herself both times. I just love watching characters fail at existing LOL. She was feeling more human than stereotype or plot device this episode.

— "Mommy and Auntie O” and the implication that Hope is a child inside an aged-up body.

— This quote: “I know what it’s like to lose your family 100 years ago and yesterday at the same time.” It’s so literal but I like it a lot.

— Clarke being ‘leader’ again is, as usual, solely a matter of convinient (and familial/love) circumstances and it felt very true.

The Rest

— The Eligius Situation. So Clarke and her inner circle conquer and live in a nice home, and we’re specifically told Clarke takes the master suite (and the dog), and I was like ‘fair enough’ but then she orders prison labour. She tells them to build her a compound that they won’t actually get to be apart of, and to live in tents while they do so. They aren’t getting anything out of this (before they resist and set their own terms). This is slavery. Also, those aren’t her people to boss around, look down on, and use accordingly for her own gain (in fact they barely know her or why she’s gone from being that one unloyal woman who executed their men and got herself captured like an idiot, then couldn’t make up her mind about which side she wanted to kill- to one in the uppermost position of authority...like...they woke up yesterday) But, then again, that never stopped her.

— Too much and not enough at the same time. The pacing of the episode in general was awful. Too much happening in quick succession, no breathing room, too many factions (no, actually Raven, where is ALIE when you need her? smh). I blink, I miss an entire scene and a character is now beating someone else up. Amazingly, i was still bored 90% of the time.

— The Children of Gabriel calling themselves “The Children of Gabriel.” It was always goofy, even more so when a grown man is saying it.

— Murphy + his self loathing over Abby’s death. Did I miss the part where she was ever good to him? One of their final moments together was of her telling him he deserved to die over Clarke after she spent the entire series treating him like he was inferior and disposable. uhhhhhhhhhh.

— The picnic scene. Jackson’s sudden violent outburst was unearned (it wasn’t even set up???), and also disrespectful. Wrong place, wrong time, bro. He’s grieving? Okay. But when Abby’s daughter is sitting right in front of you, making this about you, ruining a perfectly good toast in her honour with your uncomfortable accusations loses you points you never even had to begin with. And this is a ‘me’ thing but I can’t be bothered to be sympathetic when this is about Abby Griffin.

Also, I have to say it. Eliza’s acting took me out of the scene every time I looked at Clarke. I couldn’t for the life of me work out what those expressions were supposed to be.

— Russell, his manpain, and a fury over the consiquences of his own actions  that could rival the grounders (”my brother died in your ring of fire [while he was trying to murder you all]” hmm sounds like a you problem). But the worst part is, I simply couldn’t tell where he stood or what he was feeling. He’s so one-dimensional. He’s an evil man (so much for ”grey morality”).

— Clarke + Jordan. A small point to make but all Clarke has done since Marper made her ‘Godmother’ of their son has blame him for everything bad happening lol. Marper loses a lot of my respect as time goes on for that choice. As much as I dislike Jordan’s presence in the show, still not a great pattern to have noticed.

— Raven seeking approval from Clarke (specifically) for the Prime idea was...weird and very bad. When has Raven ever cared for Clarke’s validation, especially in the last few seasons?

Was also taken aback by how Indra and Miller are both suddenly so protective of Clarke, like i can make sense of the Indra part even though it relies on me making things up that aren’t supported by what’s on screen, but Miller?

— (Bonus moment that was bad for me, but not for the same reason it was for the rest of you: the scene of Hope finding the message in her arm. When she was removing the blood-soaked bandage I freaked out because I thought she was peeling her skin off. You’re welcome for that visual.)

The Mixed/No Feelings

— Clarke’s full-dark-no-stars. How many times have they told me now she’s “the head”? LMAO. 

I have no actual formed opinion on it. Only disjointed thoughts. Like i might’ve just gone “good for her” if Clarke wasn’t the person she is, with the history she has.

I appreciate the idea, to have her spend the whole episode declaring she is, in fact, completely fine, to end it having her explode with the repressed pain.

I mean...i realise the cognition behind it, but it’s eye-roll inducing at this point. This- kicking Russell to death (giving him exactly what he wanted and set out to provoke), and burning down a palace she promised to keep intact, once again going against the group to do her own Thing that they all ultimately have the suffer the consiquences of and help clean up- is just a repeat of past patterns, and Monty’s “do better” mantra that she desperately clung to like she owned it last season is nowhere in sight.

(Also, I can’t be the only one who spotted her physically smacking that Sanctum girl as she walked onto the balcony? Not cool. Wasn’t cool when Murphy acted like a dick to one of them either this episode.)

The rushed switch did a number on me, too, like Jackson’s did. Literally five minutes before she was preaching about a peaceful life for Madi that doesn’t take revenge (I think I know what they were going for with that but it just left me feeling confused and frustrated).

Furthermore, I’ve seen talk that this was her “burning down of a symbol of oppression”, something she experienced first hand (not so unlike Blodreina and the bunker she desperately wanted to escape and deliver her people from), but there was no noble, calculated intention there. She burned the palace accidentally in her rage because she was in pain and disorientated. The moral stuff was just an after effect.

The speech was also very ‘Clarke’. Feeling entitled to and making decisions on who lives and dies right after declaring this wasn’t their kill to make. She wasn’t the only person hurt by the Primes (but we’ve also been given no reason to care about any of the other victims- the manipulated, enslaved population have been turned into a joke and a punching bag for the main characters which...isn’t great either). And the castle could’ve been used to shelter some of the “too many people” we had problems with through the episode (or used to harvest resources from). It really comes down to if i think the situation justifies the reaction and if i hold her wholely responsible...and this is the part where i reiterate that i have no intact opinion and don’t actually care to have one either ha.

[saphyhowl]

Hello~ requests are open so... Maybe you could write something with Le Comte (I found only 2 fics with my man ;-;)? Sfw/nsfw, fluff, smut or angst is fine too~ I'll read everything what you write for me 😩💕💕 thankie very much~ love ya~💕💕💕

Hey hey! I got caught up and wrote a lot omg, I hope you’ll enjoy it still :3

Le Comte was sitting at his desk, admiring his office. It was decorated with taste, it was elegant, clean, perfectly arranged. He gazed at the seat in front of him, where Mia would sit in a few minutes. Le Comte’s gaze shifted from solemn to sorrowful. Sebastian entered to announce her arrival. Mia entered, with her usual pace, her loveable face, the same perfume, her cozy in-house clothing. Le Compte nodded towards the seat in front of him. Sebastian served them both tea and left the room under Le Comte’s grave gaze. Le Comte took a sip from his tea before placing back the cup. He was unable to taste the earthy and flowery scent of his favourite tea. 

“Comte, you seem worried?”

“I am sorry, our meeting was to be enjoyable. However, Sebastian reported earlier some troubling news.”

Le Comte reached out instinctively for Mia’s hands and caressed them slowly with his thumbs. 

“Tell me. Comte, we agreed we would talk freely to each other.”

He sighed and accepted to share the worrying news with her.

“War is raging at the french borders. The french army might not be able to hold the prussian forces at bay. Some even say we are doomed, though I never liked to give pessimists credit, this time they might be right~”

Mia’s hands trembled in his at the mention of war, at the mere thought of the abhorrent consequences of a prussian victory.

“Should we move?” Mia asked, her voice betrayed the fear she felt.

Le Comte shook his head. Though he promised her to be true and always voice his thoughts, the topic he was about to address was delicate.

“The mansion’s resident are vampires, a lot of us have seen war come and pass. We are unfazed by such events. You, however, you are not used to war. I do not wish you to witness it, to live in fear, to… be hurt. I could not forgive myself if you were to be part of the war’s collateral damages~”

“If I am by your side, I won’t be in danger. Maybe my life has been blessed with no war. But I will learn how to live in this situation with you.”

Le Comte smiled at Mia. Her words touched him and made the idea he was on the verge to suggest even more difficult to share. Her earnestness, her loving expression, the love they shared, he could not risk it to fall victim to the war. 

“You should go back to your time. A time where I know you’ll be safe!”

There he said it.

“In my time, there is also war. People also live in fear of attacks. No one is truly safe anywhere. I hardly believe I’ll be safer in my time than by your side.” she protested, stating her arguments with an angry voice.

Le Comte smiled, he understood what she meant. Still, living in her time was a safer option.

“You are right my love. Sending you back in your time would be temporary of course, I will find a way to bring you back as soon as the situation here calms down. Consider my words carefuly. My heart  as well as my immortality are devoted to you and only you. Losing you, would be an eternal curse, I fear I could not bare physically or mentally. Please, I never beg but for this only time, return to your time until it is safer to come back~”

Mia looked at her tea, she had not drank one drop. She did not feel like tasting anyway. She saw part of her reflection, the grave frown she was wearing. She weighed each of Le Comte’s arguments. After a silence, Mia broke the tension with a resolved nod.

“Comte, I will go back. But please swear to me you’ll get me back.”

Le Comte took her hands and placed it on his heart.

“I solemnly swear to you that as soon as the danger fades away, I will bring you back by any means possible.”

---

The heavy door closed heavily, locked again until the hourglass was filled again. Le Comte stared at the door, but his mind was elsewhere. He thought of Mia, her smile, her goodbye kiss, the sparkle in her eyes due to her tears. their hands that could not let go. The silence was unbearable, it was proof that Mia was gone. He had asked for her room to be kept as it was, Sebastian was allowed to clean up the room that was all. Her room would stand as embodiment of his promise to her. Her clothes, her desk with her notes, her accessories all would remain there as a constant reminder that their separation was only temporary. He turned away from the door and headed back to his chambers, where he would wait until the war would pass.

---

Mia was in the Louvre again. The sound of many foreign languages reached her ears, the sound of steps grew louder the more she approached the galleries. She felt dizzy for a while, her eyes and mind needed time to adjust back to the flashy sneakers, the jeans, the smartphones. Her return to modern civilization was a painful reminder of her seperation, though temporary, from Le Comte. The bite mark on her neck, though, was a timeless promise of Le Comte’s undying love.

Mia carried on with her life, carrying the sorrow, the hope and fear of this temporary separation.She had to pick up on her blog, her modern routine, for her sanity, for his sake, for theirs. Le Comte and all inhabitants of the mansion were always in her heart and mind. She succumbed to her curiosity and researched on the war’s outcome, although unsure whether the history would unfold as it was reported on the website. Mia’s blood froze, she held her breath when she read the line stating France lost to the war. She desperately sought out how far the prussian forces had breached into french territory. By the end of her investigation, she could have become a french-prussian military amateur historian and create a whole blog about this war. Mia dreamt countless times of her reunion with Le Comte. Dreadful nightmares haunted her nights as well. Scenarios where Le Comte had forgotten about her, where he had been captured, where the mansion was on fire, its inhabitants trapped inside. 

After 3 months of waiting, Mia was on the brink of despair. Her darkest fear invading more and more her mind. To keep her sanity, to keep her love and hope alive, she started writing letters to Le Comte. Mia wrote down her emotions, her darkest fearest, her rosiest dream. Her letters counted a vast amount of pages. Mia wrote every day, before going to bed, after she went shopping or visited a new place. It occurred to her that even she had no clue how to get back, she could regularly visit the Louvre, in hopes of encountering Le Comte. However, after a few visits, she realised the portal may have changed location. Mia’s thought were tempted to wander in dark places. However, the mere thought of her beloved Comte gave her courage.

Mia was resilient. She had researched on Le Comte’s history, even if it was clouded with mystery, she narrowed down some locations he had lived or passed through. She combined her visits with her blog posts and reviews. A year passed and then another, time was slipping away, but Mia did not care, she waited for him.

---

Le Comte hit his fist on the table.

“Maybe this time, Sebastian. Maybe this time, I’ll get to bring Mia home~”

Sebastian’s eyes sparkled with hope. They had tried to find Mia for years now, the portal opened every month but for some reason, Le Comte kept missing the moment when Mia visited Paris or even the Louvre. There was no way for them to communicate, agree on a specific time and place. Their encounter was left to fate just like the first time they met. Le Comte reached out to the doorknob, it opened with a creek. He glanced back at Sebastian one last time and passed through the frame. 

---

Mia was now a regular visitor of Paris. She had moved from typical tourist to a parisian expert. She could have easily been mistaken for a local. It had crossed her mind to live here definetly. However, all the paper work was such a hassle she had not the courage to take on. Mia had other worries haunting her already. Years had passed, she did not stop hoping for her reunion with Le Comte. Of course, she had doubted countless times herself, Le Comte and his plan. But her love always got the better of her. Mia walked across the Pont des Arts lost in thoughts. Something touched her hand and she reflexively jerked her hand away. Maybe she had been so lost in her thoughts that she passed by someone very close. When Mia turned around, her surroundings began to spin. The world seemed to fade away, she could not hear anything, her only focus was on the man’s face. 

“Comte~”

Mia’s arms reached out, her hands shaking. Le Comte hugged her or more he supported her as it seemed that Mia’s legs stopped supporting her. Mia felt like she had emerged out of water. The weight on her chest lifted, the world seemed brighter. She felt more alive than ever. Mia kissed him, his lips, his nose, his chin, his cheeks. She was crying. She was laughing, she felt ecstatic. Le Comte answered her kisses with a double amount of kisses, trying to wipe away her tears in between them.

“You found me...After all this time~” Mia said in between her sobs and kisses.

“I never stopped looking~”

Le Comte kissed her for good this time. 

[sweet-lil-psycho]

Tupperware Party - Jimmy Darling Oneshot - AHS

Summary : The Tupperware parties in Jupiter, Florida are unlike any other town. The special guest isn't well liked, but he sure knows how to put a smile on their faces...for a price. But even he deserves warmth and kindness like everyone else. (Based on a request by @slightlyvicked )

Word Count : 1325

Authors Note : Planning to write a part 2 to this which will be nsfw. Part 2 will be linked when it is posted. Pm me if you want to be tagged in part 2. (Also I can't add a 'read more' because I'm posting this by phone since my computer is currently not set up. Will fix it asap.)

No one would suspect what goes on in the quiet suburban streets of small towns. Behind the white picket fences and closed doors. All small towns had their secrets, and Jupiter, Florida was no exception.

Being aware of this, you were still caught by surprise when you found yourself being dragged to a Tupperware party.

Samantha had practically begged you to come since she didn't want to show up alone and you had begrudgingly agreed. You assumed that it would be a boring event, considering your disinterest in Tupperware. Having no idea that at a Tupperware party, Tupperware was the furthest thing from anyones mind.

Upon arrival, you discovered that a Tupperware party was not at all what it seemed. The small, plastic containers were a front for a more indecent affair. Though, admittedly, you found yourself far more interested now than you had been when Tupperware was the focus of the event.

Down the hallway of the unsuspecting little suburban home was a young man waiting in the spare bedroom. According to the gossiping women, he was a traveller who had come into town from the campgrounds of the freakshow.

"Deformed by the devil himself." one woman said

The more you listened, the more your interest turned to disgust as you heard all the women speaking such terrible things about the person they were paying to pleasure them.

"If my husband ever found out that that freak had touched me, he would cut of his hands!" Another woman exclaimed dramatically

By the time it was your turn to disappear down the hallway, you were absolutely fed up with listening to such cruel things. The voice faded away and as you closed the door behind you, they were just barely audible.

"Another newbie, hey? Word really does spread fast in these small towns." A charming voice spoke aloud, though you had no doubt he was speaking to himself.

Casting your eyes upon him for the first time, you were entirely speechless. The curtains were drawn, but the warm light of the ceiling fixture illuminated the handsome figure who was leaning against the wall.

He had curly hair which looked golden in the amber light. His dark eyes were fixed upon you and they made your insides squirm. A ghost of a smile hung upon his lips, which was framed by cute, round cheeks.

His arms were crossed over his chest, hiding the mutated appendages that the women had gossiped about. His shirt was faded and well-worn, mostly unbuttoned to reveal the white undershirt underneath.

He was a picture of male beauty. Looking like the kind of boy you meet at church or a farmers market and he takes you on picnics and brings you wildflowers. The kind of boy who comes to dinner with your parents and shakes your fathers hand. The kind of boy who caresses your cheek and kisses you softly under the stars. The kind of boy who...

You bit your lip to stop whatever exclaimation would otherwise have slipped out at the thoughts you were beginning to have. Averting your eyes to the decorative hanging on the far wall.

"Nervous, are we, doll?" He asked, walking closer, "No need to be shy. Just lie down on the bed."

He unfolded his arms and your eyes flickered over his hands. The very hands which brought women so much pleasure, and yet seperated him from the rest of common society.

Beyond the room, one of the woman spoke especially loudly. Saying that the young man was nothing more than a freak and he was lucky that they had found a use for him.

In front of you, the young man grimaced. His hand tightening into something that resembled a fist and then loosening with composure.

"How can you bare to hear them say such terrible things?" You asked him suddenly, hardly believing that had somehow had the courage to ask

He seemed stunned that you had spoken to him at first, but he wasn't shy in answering

"I've been hearing it my whole life. People treat us like we aren't human just because we are different. Only difference here is that at least I'm getting paid." He answered honestly

"...That's terrible," You said softly, at a loss for words, "Of course you're human."

In a moment of boldness, you stepped forward and placed your hands over his. He immediately tensed, but relaxed when you offered him a small smile.

"I'm Y/N, by the way" you introduced

"Jimmy...Jimmy Darling." He offered his own name back

"Jimmy Darling..." The name rolled around your mouth sweetly, feeling good to say aloud, "It is nice to meet you."

He was quiet for a moment, his dark eyes glancing down at your hands over his own, and then back into your face

"You know..." he started quietly, "You're the first woman here to call me by my name."

His words invoked a deep sadness within you. Something almost like pity weighed your chest, but you would not mention it. After all, no one liked to be pitied.

"Well then, I guess I'll just have to call you by it often." You said,

His attention was drawn again to your hands, which were still over his. Your thumb absently caressing his skin.

"Jimmy..." you hummed the quietly, causing him to look up again at you with his dark eyes.

You brought a hand up and placed it delicately on his cheek. Worrying for a moment that he might draw back from you, but he didn't.

"Jimmy..." you whispered again, unable to finish whatever sentace was halfway assembled in your mind

He didn't seem to mind though. The gentle whisper of his name seemed to wash over him and touch something deep within him.

He leaned ever so gently into your touch, craving it like a cat craves affection after being forgotten outside for a winters night.

You lead him over to the bed and he startled for a moment. The dreamy look dissipating from his eyes. He coughed to clear his throat glancing away for a moment

"Lie back on the bed and I'll take care of the rest." he said in the same charming voice he had spoken in when you first arrived

It was impersonal and rehearsed. Probably something he said to all the women who came into this back room.

For a moment you were confused, but then realized your movement toward the bed had reminded him what he and you were in this room for in the first place.

"Would you lie with me?" You asked him, "Jimmy?"

Once again you caught him off guard and he stared at you for a moment in astoundment. The wheels of thought churning in his mind as he considered his answer carefully.

While you waited, you sat on the plush mattress. It dipped underneath your weight and you tapped the spot beside you, beckoning him to join you.

After a moment longer of hesitation, he joined you. Kicking his shoes off and letting the mattress dip underneath his newly added weight. The movement thrust you closer to him and you laughed softly, assuring him that it was okay.

Once you were both situated on the bed, you beckoned him into you. Just as the previous step, this took some convincing, but he eventually gave in. The result was a very nervous Jimmy curled into your side with his hand delicately resting on your stomach

"Are you sure this is okay?" He asked

"Absolutely. Now came here, sweetie" you hummed, cuddling closer into him

You couldn't convice yourself that this was just for him. It was too perfect. Jimmy's warm body pressed against your dress, the rough fabric of his denim jeans resting against your bare legs.

You wished that you were somewhere else. Anywhere but that small guest bedroom where a dozen women waited impatiently for their own time with Jimmy. You wanted him all to yourself.

[visualcommune]

At Amanda’s House

Amandas home 

On October 29th Amanda texted the group chat (me and Fala ) to inform us that Damien was not ready to have us in the studio this week either. For the last few weeks Amanda had anticipated our weekly meeting to happen in Damien’s Studio so that me and Fala could help him prepare his materials for the upcoming fair. However, Damien still was not ready for us, which previously was frustrating to Amanda who often referred to the artist as children and her self as mama but was now great news because now Amanda had a task that she was even more excited about. Amanda excitedly texted us about Jon Grey who was buying one of John Rivas’s pieces. Her text read “ this just in. Jon Grey wants his piece. I’m going to see if he can rcv it tomorrow. If he can, I need you ladies to come here, help wrap and drop it at ghetto gastro. Stay tuned.” “We are confirmed for Jon. But like a true celebrity he’s not giving me a time ** head explode emoji **” Fala and I congratulated Amanda even though later on we admitted to each other that we had no clue what the big deal about Jon Grey was. Fala also showed amazing initiative in the group chat and offered to bring all necessary materials for packaging the art.

When I got to Amanda’s home I had to wait infront of the skinny entrance for a while until they came downstairs to open the door. Amanda’s building was on 55th st, what I would consider smack in the middle of midtown. Her apartment building was sandwiched in between two very busy business’s and it was hard to imagine that any one passing by was a resident of this neighbourhood. As a New Yorker, I get living in the hustle and bustle but this area just seemed so unfit to be someone’s neighbourhood. What would community look like in this area that seems to only share wealth in common? Once Fala came down to open the door I got my first expereice inside of Amandas apartment. 

I recall in previous conversations Amanda brought up her housing situation as if it was a situation. She had previously told us she was living with her parents, her parents had been moving for some time and that she was using her apartment to generate some extra income by running it as an Airbnb. Amanda told us the story of one time she rented it to an Australian couple. She said that when she was showing them around the apartment something felt off. She told us that the Australian couple then messaged her and said that they had decided to stay somewhere else even though they understood that they wouldn’t be getting a portion of their money back. Amanda struggled with us to not take it personally. She talked about how cute and well decorated her home was and asked us what could have been wrong with those people, even though we had never seen her place to vouch for the cuteness level. 

Now standing in her apartment I saw that conversation differently. She had a studio apartment with a bathroom door to you right when you first walk in. That was the only door. The rest of the apartment could be taken in in two head turns. The tiny space was covered wall to wall in art. Large framed pieces hung from the wall. Nearly every artist was identifiable from our collection of artist. As we stood in her apartment she told us for maybe the 5th time about her living situation. That she was using her apartment as an airbnb to pay the rent on the very same place and that her parents lived in the same apartment building as her and that she was living with them while they finalised their move. In the elevator she asked Fala (29) if it was lame that she was still living with her parents at 40. Fala assured her that if the opportunity arose, Fala would also live with her parents for ever because of the convince of food and chores and that it made a lot of financial sense too. We looked at the art on her walls for awhile, most of it was her own that she had collected at discounted rates or she was holding on to for the gallery. One of the pieces was a sculpture of a monkey holding a functioning light bulb. According to Fala who recognised the piece, the monkey lamp was apart of modern pop art and Amanda said it was one of her favourite possessions. Amanda said that on the market the lamp cost $600 but she had won her lamp for $400 at a charity auction event. She did not speak at all about what charity event she had attended. One of her other pieces was actually going to be lent out and shown in a museum, Amanda expressed that she was excited to have her name written in the contributed by line. 

The piece we had to package for Jon Grey was the biggest in the house. It was hanging on one of her walls and stood roughly 10 ft high and 8 ft wide. It left a gapping whole in the middle of her other pieces. So Amanda pulled out a  large folder that was tucked away in the side of a table, in it held EVEN MORE ART. This folder held some of her prized pieces that still needed to be framed and were just waiting for their chance to be rotated in. Amanda also said she shared art with her mom so she might potentially bring one of her moms pieces into her home and trade it for one of hers in her collection. 

When we got to packaging the massive piece we did it on top of her bed, primarily because there was absolutely no floor space in the house. It took all 3 of us to lift the piece from its mount on the wall and 20 minutes to securely bubble wrap it. Amanda complimented our professionalism in dealing with the art and said it was one of the finest packaging jobs seen had sent out. Which was surprising to me because although the job was well done it didn’t go beyond my idea of packaging standards, especially for a piece worth so much money. Efficiently using the bubble wrap so it hugged every corner and securing the tape along the extensive side was our focus.  

Once that was done Amanda told us that Jon Grey STILL had not confirmed the drop off location, which frustrated Amanda because she had already texted him twice for the information with no response. She asked us if it would be too much or annoying if she sent a third text. We advised her to send a text about another topic but that if we needed the information that she should text him again. Amanda was even more nervous to text  Jon Grey because of his celebrity. She told us that he had a Ted Talk and was so handsome and sweet. Amanda admitted that she might have a little crush on Jon Grey and assured us that we would fall inlove too even though he might seem intimidating at first because he was so tall. While we waited for his response Amanda insisted that we order breakfast from the local bagel shop and have the gallery pay for it. Once our breakfast was delivered we moved downstairs to her families apartment. Her families apartment was in the same building as hers but it was set up in a more traditional apartment way with two bedrooms, a seperate kitchen, dinning and living room. We sat at her families newly moved into dinning room. There was less art in this apartment but still quite a lot. Amanda pointed to one dark, ominous piece and said it was the oldest one in their collection and that her grandmother had collected it. Amanda said that her grandmother and other family members loved the arts even though her parents did not work in them instead they both were accountants. Amanda also mentioned that her family was from Peru and Chile. She also mentioned that she was divorced. We talked a little about the current political climate of Chile and the need for protest to happen to insight real change. Amanda told us about a recent video she had seen of Trump in the DC baseball field were they chanted “lock him up” at him. Amanda also scoffed at Melania wearing a jacket that said “ I don’t care, do you?” Or something of that nature. After an hour of small talk Jon Grey had finally gotten back to Amanda with the location of the delivery and then me and Fala were off. Amanda put us in the largest possible Uber that would accomodate the size of the piece and sent us to the Bronx. Amanda advised us to take an Uber to a fair mid point between where Fala needed to be in LES and where I needed to be in Brooklyn but also was not a gizzilion dollars for the gallery to pay. 

During our Uber ride me and Fala watched Jon Grey’s Ted Talk. Jon Grey and his team are the founders of Ghetto Gastro a space where Colored cooking and art combine. Jon himself seemed to be an artist with a rags to riches story that ultimately has helped his community thrive. The outside of Ghetto Gastro looked like a pretty typical residential building but the inside held a large cooking island with lots of coloured people and colourful smells. In the back of was a studio space designed to look like the outside of a bodega. Jon Grey was a black man of nearly 7ft tall. He helped us set the piece in the back and was very kind about letting me photograph him with the piece. Amanda really wanted us to get a photo with him and the piece. When we confirmed with her that the piece had been safely delivered and sent her the photos she asked if he consented to the pictures being taken. I hadn’t thought to ask for permission to post the picture and regretted not keeping consent at the forefront of my practice. 

[viostormcaller]

Ego Headcanons: Jackieboy Man

I meant to do this yesterday night but I had schoolwork and then I had a headache and was burnt out, so whoops! But I'm doing it now! Just like the others it's probably gonna be long so ya know. Here goes:

Jackie has adored superheroes since he was little. The superhero persona he is seen as is actually just a silly character he made up when he was younger, but he kept the name because of the sentimental value behind it. It took the city a long time to take him seriously, and even then not everyone does

Jackieboy Man is transgender! He was born female, and over time saved up to get top surgery. He wasn't able to get bottom surgery because he had to start focusing his money into upgrades for his suit and equipment, which he figured was much more important

This is also the reason why his hero name is Jackieboy Man. When he created the character as a kid he was adamant about being seen as a boy. The name meant a lot to him, so he refused to change it when he became a superhero

Jackie's real name actually is Jackie -- it was the name he was born with. Because he sees it as a gender-neutral name, he didn't feel the need to change it after his transition

Jackie went to a fancy prep school in high school. It was around then that he got his powers. He still doesn't know how it happened. He had been trying to get his phone that slid underneath a parked car, and for whatever reason his brain told him to lift it. He did, and found the car weighed virtually nothing. He almost dropped it on himself in surprise.

He became a student by day, crime fighter by night. This made his studies difficult, but he managed through it. Once he graduated, he got a job at a comic book store and used any extra money he had to try and design a suit for himself. For the time being he wore a red hoodie fitted with shoulder and chest pads, he wore kneepads over a pair of leggings, and he wore gloves and boots as well as his signature mask.

Jackie is insanely intelligent. Like, insanely. He's an absolute master at puzzle solving and is extremely well versed in technology. He invents things often and is an impressive coder.

Once he saved up enough to make his first armored suit, he started taking on more difficult enemies rather than just fighting robbers and criminals. However, because the police saw him regularly turning in these people, they grew to trust Jackie and eventually partnered up with him. He began earning money through the city and was able to quit his day job before long

On the side, while Jackie was hunting down the supervillains that lived in the area, he was also on a secret mission to hunt down people on the Deep Web. He was forced to give up the case after he had been kidnapped, his captors not quite realizing who they were dealing with

He met Marvin when a powerful villain attacked a theater. At the time, this villain's skills were about on par with Jackie's, so taking them down prover to be tough. When Marvin revealed he knew real magic, they teamed up to take the villain out

Jackie, figuring a partner was just what he needed, offered to meet up with Marvin that next weekend to get to know him better. Marvin accepted and they went out for pizza and talked everything over

After a while of teaming up and growing close, the pair moved in together.

They may not be brothers or related by blood in any sense of the word, but they might as well have been. They were rarely seen without each other. They never fought, and their interests overlapped so they always had something to talk about

They made it a habit of theirs to always cook something for every meal. Marvin was an exceptional cook, while Jackie was still learning. Marvin taught him some things that he knew, and on mornings and at night they both cooked together. Every meal was home cooked, no matter how simple it was

They were both usually home during the day; since they both earned money from the city, they didn't have any obligations. They both dedicated this time to research and studying, and they would spar occasionally

Jackie and Marvin both suffer from gender dysphoria. On a day that it was particularly bad, Jackie revealed to Marvin that he was transgender. After Marvin revealed he was genderfluid and he understood where Jackie was coming from, Marvin offered to use transformation magic to finish off Jackie's transition. Jackie agreed, and while he swore he had never been in so much pain in his entirel life, he still feels eternally indebted to Marvin because he did that for him.

They met Schneep on a night Jackie was gravely injured. The three felt a connection between each other and stayed in touch after Jackie and Marvin both recovered, and refused to see any other doctor after a while. They moved in with him once Schneep bought a house.

Jackie, like Schneep, is also pansexual. Unlike Schneep, however, he hasn't been in many relationships because he was too afraid he'll put his future partner in danger by being in a relationship with him. Moreover, he's constantly busy doing hero-related stuff, so he doubted he would have the time.

Schneep once made Jackie a picture of him in a comic-book style. Jackie had it framed and hung it up in his room, right over his bed. When Schneep found out Jackie did that, he teared up

Jackie is up the earliest out of all the Egos. He spends the mornings doing research, and then cooks with Marvin once he gets up. He goes on patrols at night

Jackie's powers include super strength, super speed, the power of flight, the ability to envelop his fists in green flames, and a sonic clap (which he only uses if he absolutely must; it's extremely dangerous and destructive). He excels in melee combat which compliments Marvin's ranged combat

When Jackie's using his powers, his eyes will glow a bright green, and if he's under a lot of strain his veins will glow faintly green as well. When this happens he knows he's reaching a limit

Jackie is the most optimistic. He's also the most silly (with Chase coming in close second). Chase and Jackie share a lot of jokes together, which is how they grew closer. Jackie often uses his optimism to cheer Chase up when he's feeling low.

Jackie can actually be one of the most serious Egos when he needs to be (though Schneep will always hold first place on that front). He knows when to joke and when to be focused, and is often seen as the leader of the household because of his commanding presence when he's serious

Jackie and Jameson often work out together. Jameson is almost as physically fit as Jackie is, because in his time he did all his own stunts. He may not do them anymore, but he didn't want to stop exercising regularly, and knowing Jackie often worked out he went to him for advice on keeping a good regimen.

During the day, when he's not researching, Jackie is more often than not checking in on Schneep and making sure he's doing alright. He feels the need to he Schneep's protector, just as Marvin does with Chase. Especially after his kidnapping, Jackie wants to keep Schneep safe. He's usually there to ground him during flashbacks and panic attacks. The two are rather close and spend quite a bit of time with each other talking about work or venting general frustrations. Jackie's optimism and general bubbliness counteracts Schneep's serious attitude, and while Schneep reminds Jackie when to be serious, Jackie reminds Schneep when to loosen up.

Jackie loves movies, but sadly doesn't have a whole lot of time to watch them. He also adores retro video games, but agrees the modern ones are super cool, too. His favorite game is easily guessed.

Jackie's favorite superhero, like Jack's, is Spiderman. He sees a lot of himself in Spiderman, and on the days he doesn't go on patrols or research he's often seen playing the most recent Spiderman game on the PS4. He wants to 100% complete it.

Jackie doesn't rely on coffee as nearly as much as Schneep does, but he does drink a cup to help wake himself up in the mornings. He drinks his with a bit of cream, that's it.

Jackie can easily lift the others. Sometimes he'll sneak up on someone and lift them up, carrying them in his arms and spinning them around while laughing.

Jackie is a HUGE cuddler, and has a very tight hold. He's also a heavy sleeper, so if he falls asleep, good luck getting back up! He's always the big spoon

Most of his research is dedicated to tracking down Antisepticeye. He has Marvin help with this, since Marvin has more knowledge on demons than he does. However, Schneep, Chase, and Jameson also all have had direct contact with Antisepticeye and offer up any information they gathered. They all work together as a team to gather knowledge and keep track of common traits, symptoms, and telltale signs that Anti is active. Jackie also relies on the community and Jack's channel for information, since the community finds things first. This information is given through Chase. Jameson has only been in contact with Anti once, but his knowledge that he gained in his experience is also helpful to Jackie and isn't overlooked.

Jackie doesn't get sick often, but when he does he gets hit hard. Schneep is the one who takes care of everyone when they get sick, so every time Jackie comes down with something he gets all sappy and thanks Schneep for being a doctor and helping them. When he's sick, he's an emotional mess, but he does mean everything he says.

Jackie never makes a promise he can't keep, but he also never breaks his promises either. He's probably the most dependable out of everyone

I think that's everything for Jackie! The headache hasn't gone away so if I felt I missed something I'll probably add it in a seperate post. Same with any of the Egos, actually. If I need to add something I'll just make a continuation post and add it there. In any case, there's one more Ego to go! After that I'll clean out my inbox, though because I'm currently feeling shitty and moody I may not open prompts for a little bit, like a few days or so. But yeah, that's Jackie's list done!