#look like alien flowers :D

[yanderespamton78]

YIPPEEEEEE

WHOOPPEEEEEEEE

taggsss!! : @gollyimsosoevil @angry-avaocardo @silly1xxx @turntableart @alanmilesdrawings @wisefurret @voidshrub /nf :3

i found a cool tag game on twitter and i really wanna import it (o^ ^o)

this picrew + the last song you listened to :]

no pressure tags: @blood-loving-leech @overtaken-boredom @lesbianthatyaps @kameonerd566 @hexedvampire @laczki @anonymous-shxtposter @fleurafae @flovqy + anyone who wants to do it <3

[toastyfirefly]

Hello! Could you please write Yandere TFP Soundwave with an autobot reader who had just recently arrived on Earth?

HELL YEA ANOTHER ONE- i mean…… thank you for the request!

Yandere TFP Soundwave who recently got to earth x reader

When he first got to earth, he was AMAZED by all the different flora and fauna growing on this planet

He was also amazed by how primitive human technology was!

He decided to use what the humans called “the interwebs” in order to figure out how the humans thought and worked

And on the “interwebs”, he met you

You were a very interesting little human, fun to chat with, great personality, and cute too

He made up a fake human name and an account on the line so that he could chat with you more easily, using photos he stole borrowed from some human lowlife (he’s a catfish fr fr)

What that name is, you might ask? It’s Sunny Consons

He made sure to learn every little thing about you, what you liked, where you worked, where you lived, the full names and background checks of everyone you know and love, blackmail, favourite colour, etc etc, he even learned some stuff from chatting with you on the interwebs!! :D

And after a while, you two started on the line dating

Eventually, you asked to meet up in real life, and reluctantly, he agreed, deciding that it was finally time to bring you back to the Nemisis, where you belonged

You two decided to meet in a forest that was shockingly close to your hometown

And made you promise one thing

Not to freak out

You were waiting for him in the area you two agreed on, he was running ten minutes late, and you were slowly starting to wonder if meeting him in the middle of a giant forest was the smartest idea

Suddenly, you saw what looked like an aircraft flying towards you, it looked like it was going on a crash course, and you were gonna be one of the things it hits

Before you could get off the rock you were sitting on to run out of the way, Soundwave de-transformed and landed safely on the ground, crouching down right in front of you so that he could be closer to your level

You were frozen in fear, too absolutely flabbergasted to scream

He leaned down and handed you… a bouquet of flowers? Now you were even more confused

You shakily took the flowers, not wanting to upset the giant alien robot who could crush you with ease (he would never ever hurt you, but you don’t need to know that)

A smiley face emoji appeared on his visor before he carefully picked you up with a tentacle, gently patting your head with another one

After you calmed down, he carefully put you into his hands before transforming and flying back to the Nemisis, he luckily already has everything you need set up

Now, it’s time to bring you back to where you belong, with him on the Nemisis

And who knows, maybe you’ll meet the other cons too AND DEFINITELY WON’T MAKE THEM YANDERE TOO

~Writer

[merwgue]

Why Feyre as High Lady Could Lead to the Night Court's Downfall (Or, How to Ruin a Court in 10 Easy Steps) comming from someone who is planning to study international relations and whos whole family is quite familiar with it:

Look, we all love Feyre. She's fierce, she's brave, and she can paint a mean flower. But let's be real: as High Lady of the Night Court, she's a Fucking diplomatic nightmare. If there were an award for "How to Piss Off Every High Lord and Their Neighboring Courts," she'd win it. Twice. Here's why Feyre's reign might just bring the Night Court crashing down faster than rhys can growl or cum to the image of his child

1. Explosive Temper and Poor Diplomacy Let’s talk about the High Lords meeting in A Court of Wings and Ruin. Remember that? Feyre’s blow-up at Beron wasn’t just a passionate defense—it was a major diplomatic fuck-up. Yes, Beron was being a total asshole, but diplomacy often means biting your tongue and playing the long game. Feyre's outburst could have easily cost them an alliance with the Autumn Court, potentially turning Beron into an outright enemy. With Hybern on the horizon, losing any potential allies could have been catastrophic. Instead of keeping things cool and trying to find common ground, she let her temper flare, risking everything Rhysand had worked for to keep the courts united. Feyre basically threw a damn match onto a pile of political dynamite.

2. Alienating Potential Allies Ah, the Summer Court fiasco. Remember when Feyre decided it was a good idea to steal from Tarquin? Not just any theft, but a "Hey, let's be friends—JK, I’m taking your most powerful magical artifact" kind of theft. Brilliant move. And then she had the nerve to act all shocked when Tarquin was pissed about it. "What do you mean you're mad I stole from you? We're supposed to be allies!" Gee, I wonder why Tarquin wasn’t thrilled about that little betrayal. It's like borrowing your friend's car and returning it on empty, with a dent in the side. And by "borrow," I mean grand theft auto. Feyre, maybe try not to screw over potential allies next time? Just a thought.

3. Emotional Decision-Making Feyre often lets her emotions drive her decisions. While being passionate isn't inherently bad, it becomes a problem when it overrides logic and strategy, especially in the high-stakes world of Prythian politics. The High Lords meeting is one instance, but it happens repeatedly. Her open hostility toward Tamlin, even if understandable on a personal level, didn't help the broader cause. By pushing him further away instead of seeking some form of truce, she risked driving him into Hybern's arms. A High Lady needs to think beyond personal grudges to what’s best for her people and her court, and Feyre struggles with that balance. You can't just say "screw it" and go off on people when the fate of your entire court is on the line.

4. Ignoring the Complexity of the Night Court And let's not forget the Night Court's lovely little secret: Hewn City. You know, that underground hellhole they basically keep under lock and key. Rhysand and Feyre are all "Oh, look at Velaris, it's so pretty and free!" Meanwhile, half their court is rotting in a glorified dungeon. And what's Feyre's big idea for dealing with Hewn City? Oh, right, pretend it doesn't exist. Smart. Because ignoring a potential uprising within your own court is definitely the way to keep things stable. It's like the French Revolution all over again—if the Night Court were France, then Feyre's approach is like Louis XVI ignoring the starving peasants while hosting extravagant parties. Eventually, ignoring the discontent and keeping people oppressed leads to revolution. Treating Hewn City like an inconvenient problem rather than addressing it is a recipe for disaster.

5. Undermining Rhysand’s Diplomacy Rhysand spent centuries mastering diplomacy—playing the long game, keeping everyone in check. And then comes Feyre, storming in like, "Oh, you spent centuries building these delicate alliances? Well, watch me fuck it up in five minutes." She's like that one friend who always says, "Hold my beer," right before doing something incredibly stupid. Rhys is trying to keep the court from crumbling, and Feyre's out there acting like diplomacy means "scream at the enemy until they go away." Newsflash: That’s not how this works. This isn't some street brawl where whoever yells the loudest wins. It's politics. You know, the art of not making enemies out of every living soul around you?

Conclusion Feyre's got the passion, the guts, and the fighting spirit of a warrior. But when it comes to actually leading a court? She’s like a bull in a china shop, if that bull also happened to have a grudge against every piece of porcelain in the room. Being High Lady isn’t about who's right in the heat of the moment; it's about playing the long game, keeping your people safe, and not, you know, burning bridges with every other court. If she keeps going down this path—alienating allies, ignoring the needs of half her own court, and letting emotions drive her decisions—the Night Court is in serious trouble. Feyre needs to understand that diplomacy isn’t about who can throw the best tantrum. It’s about avoiding a revolution and ensuring the stability of your people. Otherwise, the Night Court might fall not because of an external threat, but because its own leader is too busy screwing things up from the inside.

[werezmastarbucks]

1. tangerine

flowers over boys masterlist Agust D!yoongi x time traveller reader

in which you end peace and order in the royal palace

warnings: no thoughts went into this work at all. i have written so much angst in march and april that i want DUMB fun

word count: 3260

you press your eyes closed. if there was a pool you'd raise good money because by now you have learnt to determine at least the part of the world without looking. planet smells different in different parts. it smells different in different times. before the industrial revolution, the planet smelt fantastic. smelt like it had future. shit, sand, sweat, more shit. it takes a certain type of time traveller to understand that this smell means something good.

this place and time smells like tangerines. you keep your eyes closed, trying to take in the new environment, while your hands gently tap up the body. all limbs intact; the stomach is still settling after the hop, guts drift back into places. you look: lying under a tangerine tree, sky forget-me-not-blue, and bright orange fruits hang above your head. like you're a baby in the cradle and these are your hanging toys.

before you can finally settle in, a ripe tangerine falls down from the branch and smacks you on your face and you yelp in surprise.

as you get yourself up from the grass, you look around, and at first, even the smell doesn't help. no. the air is clean, no industrial smoke, no smell of cigarettes or gas, the water bodies are far away and noise level is adequately low. once your head turns to the east though, your mouth lets out a single, moaning breath.

you're in Seoul.

your brows go up and you finally think of looking at yourself. as the timeline adjusts, the loop always pushes you into the local circumstances, protecting you, so that you don't stand out too much. your body is always the same; you rarely see any significant differences in your own appearance as you travel into a new dimension. aside from a couple of birthmarks, one broken nail, or slightly darker hair, you're always the same. the loop sometimes puts you in clothes though, which you have always found peculiar. perhaps there is a human design behind it. perhaps someone created it, and it's not a natural phenomenon but an actual machine. perhaps you are... doctor who.

"oh... oh, man", you whisper as you observe your non-modern attire. the word is swirling in your mind, getting closer and closer. ha... ha... hanbok, that's what it is. coupled with a view of colourful palace beyond the small tangerine garden, it presents a more or less full picture already. unless you ended up a part of an immersive guided tour from the future, you must be in the pre-previous century in Korea.

yay.

you guess.

you have nothing else to do except walk towards people. that's what always happens. you never know where, you never know when. once you get bored of the modernity and reality, you go into the loop and it throws you into a new dimension, but it's a total randomizer every time. will you end up in the 36th century on Titan? among human lizards? that happened before. or will you be slain by a Mongol arrow in the middle of a plain, and immediately be sent back home, without having any holiday at all? without people, the development of the story is impossible. you open your mouth again, breathing in the dry, sweet air of autumn. wait, was it even called Seoul back then? for a person who is individually interested in South Korea, you find you remember very little about this place in the past. you brace yourself. head down, hair up, hands hidden in the sleeves of your palace dress. you must belong here. you need to connect to a living human in order to download the language from them, and so you catch a little girl strolling down the road on her way to the gates. she flinches once, but looks at you, her eyes wide with bewilderment.

"alien!" she yelps quietly, looking at you. right. foreign features.

"what year is it?" you ask her in her own tongue. the soft round vowels, stretched sounds slipping off your tongue like honey, familiar, too familiar phonetics of the language you already knew half-well. doesn't take much time to adjust and, while you are getting used to the new vocabulary settling in your head, the girl shakes off your - in her mind, probably dirty and dangerous - hand and runs away.

you head for the palace.

the city is wildly loud, and all its noise is contained within its wooden red walls. the market, bustling with voices, people yelling at each other, crescent-shaped, dark attentive eyes shooting glances at you as you try to hide your face in your wide sleeves for now. before you even understand what the purpose is, you need to keep low-key.

the weather is relentless, but your interest is piqued by people. women are scarce and move in pairs and threes, hiding their faces. their hanboks are as wide as yours and are in the same color palette. you know exactly how they feel in this attire: the same layered dress is now smothering your body. sweat dripping down your back; then again, they are probably well-adjusted to this existence. you try not to lose them from your sight. no idea why this time specifically loop decided to pair you with the palace staff; there must be something of substance there. usually you end up a non-important character, almost like in a video game. only difference is, in a video game you can't really get hurt. here, someone immediately steps on your foot, and probably on purpose; a couple of eyes follow you with disdain, taking in your alien features. you wonder how dangerous your foreign face looks here, and walk faster, pretending to be the shy palace worker, killing the distance between yourself and the other three women. as you finally reach them, they notice you. young, with sharp drawn eyebrows and very subtle tint on their lips, they are definitely, a hundred per cent palace staff. you raise your eyebrows, not knowing how to begin the conversation while they stare at you. most of all they are surprised at your hanbok matching theirs.

"are you the new girl?" one of them asks, and you simply nod.

"oh, Jiyoung, it must be the apprentice from the..." the girl speaking lowers her voice and covers her mouth with her hand, "the mm-hmm, you know".

"the what?" you demand, curiously.

the girl who was addressed as Jiyoung replies,

"are you the surviving daughter of the treacherous missionary?"

"uh-huh, why not", you drop your hands at your sides, and all three ladies giggle. it's impossible to determine their age: they can be fifteen, nineteen or thirty-two. now the reality of the dimension becomes clearer: alien people, they are, to you, just like you are to them. the way they tilt their heads exudes elegance you never possessed: the way they cover their mouths as they speak, and their observant eyes manage to take in the people around you, moving to and fro, and assess you, all at the same time.

Jiyoung sighs.

"well, walk with us. we were expecting you yesterday, and Min-ssi oma will not be happy. she will probably beat you with her stick, but it's the light one".

you take her words in with your mouth contemplatingly open.

"beat me with a stick, huh? how old is this Min-ssi oma?"

the girls giggle.

"a hundred and fifty?"

they lead you down the market street; the sounds of animals being chopped up in pieces real time makes your skin crawl and you want to get further away. this part may prove hard. you cling onto the palace girls, trying not to put any distance at all between you and them, at the same time curious to death about the surroundings.

"i remember Gyeongbokgung differently", you mumble as the palace walls grow before you again, red and green, sloped roof mimicking the swiftly steep inward bend of a pine tree branch.

"this is not Gyeongbokgung", Jiyoung says, and the way she turns to you to respond, tells you that she will probably become your friend. out of all three, she is the only one who looks you in the eye.

"this is Changdeokgung, don't you know?"

"i guess not. why here?"

they all look at you like you are a little slow. that's okay. the first days are always immensely confusing. you can't keep all the information about the whole array of worlds in your head.

"strange question".

"will this babo* even manage?" one of the other two asks, seemingly no one.

Jiyoung shrugs. as you keep walking towards the wide, bright-red gates leading into the inner yard, people disperse. pairs and groups become more organized as if they sense the importance of order. her hand pulls you by the shoulder and starts adjusting the collar of your hanbok. in this heat, you didn't even notice that you relaxed it to the point of showing your collarbones.

"what can you do?" Jiyoung asks.

"anything you tell me", you respond, barely listening to her.

the Changdeokgung palace in the age-appropriate setting looks fantastic, grand, exhilaratingly beautiful. through the clean autumn air, dancing with heat, it looks pretty as a mirage, its double roof smiling, splendid colours still fresh and beaming above the stone ground. the square is filling with people quickly. the crowd is forming two long rectangles which strike you with their ordinance once again. like everybody, every little human knows their place in this shape. Jiyoung is finally done with your hanbok; in a mysteriously endearing gesture she smacks her own lips with her fingers and then places them on your mouth. startled, you allow her, as she smears red hue on your lips. her eyes are smiling.

"there. you look more like us".

"thank you".

the other girl cranes her neck looking at you. you are pulled again, to stand in line with them. you have got to stand on your toes in order to see what is about to happen over a guard's shoulder. they are clad in black clothes, wide belts on their waists, narrow hwando swords hanging from the hips.

you never get the chance to utter your name, the sound of the gong interrupts your thinking process. when you stand here in the middle of the square place, surrounded by the tall corridors of the red palace, the sun blasting down on the path as it opens for the sound of horses approaching, the scene looks slightly familiar. you are pushed in the back by someone who is dying to see what's going to happen, and you bump into the guard's shoulder in front of you.

"sorry, man", you mutter, catching yourself with your hands. palms lay on the broad back for a second, shoulder blades tense up, but he remains stoic, the back of his head must be hot under all that slick black curly hair.

Jiyoung pulls on the sleeve of your dress,

"you don't touch them. when did you arrive to Joseon?" her eyes are concerned with a hint of irritation.

"ugh", you utter.

them three exchange looks.

"do not address or touch the guards", the other girls mutters. you nod automatically, but the heat crawls up to your face as the realization hits: Joseon, now that it's pronounced out loud, sounds like a highly hierarchical place. you mingle among your thoughts as you peek in between the guards' shoulders; what do you know about Joseon? hanboks, swords and lots of sad music. there should be an emperor. no, a king. emperors were - are - in China. you squint your eyes. authenticity of the moment is making you dizzy, like it does every time; you are shoved and pushed around as the yells from beyond the gates grow quieter.

"what is happening?" you ask Jiyoung in whisper.

"the king is returning home", she doesn't let her eyes leave the gates. she looks like she is about to faint. or to cry.

"he was in... anyway, across the country with his sister".

"she has married into the Chinese family", the other girl helps.

"you think it went well?"

there are whispers growing out of the hushed crowd. the tonk, tonk, tonk of the horse hooves makes the whole square fall almost silent: only these separate voices, questions, anticipating mumbles. all faces turned to the red gate.

"we'll know in a second".

"you know how he walks..." someone whispers. it is turning into the sea of horrified admiration. the waiting is somewhat even more interesting than the king himself. you are not particularly interested in kings; but the effect he is having on his subjects is mesmerizing. a woman standing next to you winces, her brows drawing together as if she is about to cry.

"yes, if he walks fast, it is ruined", she says quietly, to nobody in particular. another voice carries on,

"if he stoops, he's going to war".

you blink the dust out of your eyes, curiousity making you lift yourself almost above the ground. out of habit, disregarding the strict order given to you just a minute earlier, you lay your hands on the shoulders of the guard in front of you. he shifts under your light weight, obviously surprised, and you step away. you can see his head bobbing to and fro; unlike the subjects, royal guards stare right in front of themselves, stoic like statues.

finally the complete silence falls on the square. people hold their breaths. it's so quiet that you can hear buzzing in your ears and the footsteps of several people crossing the gates.

at first, you're unable to discern what exactly you are seeing. eyes are getting stingy with the heat and the sand flying about in the dry air. you rub your face. the king enters his palace.

he doesn't stoop; but he has a stride of a fine downtown bandit; shoulders sway, together with his long horsetail, white as snow. he plants his steps firmly into the ground, walking like he is the one responsible for the planet turning. he owns the place. as the king enters the square, the two halves of the ocean of his subjects fall to the ground as if he is plowing the invisible blades cutting their knees; in synch with his pace, the people kneel down.

your hand flies up to your mouth as realization dawns on you; you curse your weak eyesight, squinting in the sun, thinking, this must be the hallucination because of the tangerine that smacked you on the head. but no. as the king approaches, you can see not only his face - moon-white, moon-lean, with sharp, cat-like angular eyes and the bloody vertical scar over the right side. but also his closest guard: tall, with the dangerous, noodle-like curls falling on his face. he looks like the wolf, and the king looks like the cat. the guard keeps close at his shoulder and they walk in synch: arrogantly, wide, and - dancing, almost without touching the ground.

"oh, shit!", you yelp into your palm with a choking laugh, and your voice is so painfully loud in the silent square. a hand grabs you by the collar on the back of your neck: it's Jiyoung. she is trying to pull you down, her face red like a radish; the king is approaching, and the wave of falling bodies is moving in your direction, but instead of caving in, your knees become rigid with excitement.

the guard you keep assaulting is trying to steady himself from moving, clearly, because you can see his shoulders tense up; finally another hand is added to your neck and they help Jiyoung put you on the ground as the sound of the shuffling skirts and pantaloons envelops the scene. you kneel, but your face is up, trying to see, as the king walks past, walks like he always does, employing the walk you saw a thousand times before.

you grab Jiyoung's dress as you turn to her, sure that your eyes are about to pop out of your sockets:

"i am in a historically accurate Daechwita!" you whisper furiously, loud and quiet at the same time, feeling your throat contract.

Jiyoung has no idea, of course, bless her heart. she is a citizen of Joseon's Seoul, living on a completely different plane of existence, where Min Yoongi was never going to happen. she is just looking at you, like you are completely out of your mind, like you are a lunatic. the king's procession is moving along, footsteps scurrying further in the still persistent quiet, and finally you're allowed to stand up. Jiyoung shakes off your hands from the hems of her hanbok, rather irritated.

you get back up on your feet and look towards the palace where the white head of Yoongi has disappeared in the dark depths of the main building. you bump into the guard yet again, this time because the blood suddenly pushed a fountain into your head, and you sway. finally, he has had enough. he is pissed; the movement on the square becomes more relaxed, the voices are heard again; the paralysis of his Majesty's gangster-like stride is lifted. the guard turns to you with an irritated expression on his face, and you press your lips together, feeling like you are about to cause too much trouble for these people.

he doesn't say anything, only looks into your face, his thin, carefully curved lips in the shape of a silent question. his elongated dark eyes are narrowed as he studies your face. you should've recognized his back, you say to yourself, as the insanely liberating smile is pulling your face apart. i mean, how would anybody react in this situation?

his eyes shift behind your back to the girls, who apparently do not look at him.

"why is she looking at my face?" he demands in his usual misty, deep voice.

"no addressing, no touching, and no looking at the guards?" you wonder out loud, which warrants another look from Taehyung.

"in the caveland where you came from people don't know basic manners?" he asks, still unimpressed, although his eyes get just a tiny bit warmer.

"could say the same thing about Joseon now", you grumble, although you still can't kill the smile. you want to pull on his ear that's peeking through the long hair gathered in the back. "women are supposed to spend their lives staring at the tips of their shoes?"

suddenly Taehyungie smirks.

"is that the daughter of the dead missionary?" he asks Jiyoung. she doesn't say anything - just nods. you have no idea what missionary they keep talking about, but guess they must be taking you for someone else.

his eyes dart back to you as if he is deciding something.

"don't let the king see her", he advises.

Jiyoung nods again, several times. her hand clutches your elbow and she pulls you away as you sigh.

"spending your life with your eyes cast down is the fate of women", Taehyung says, a little sorrowful, almost like he sympathizes. "most of them haven't seen the king above his waist".

Jiyoung is taking you away as Taehyung nods slightly.

"Pfft, their loss", you mutter, then let her get you wherever you need to be.

*babo - fool, idiot

[fictionfixations]

OH MY GOD GUYS I GOT THE ANAKT GARDEN SET AHHHHHHHHHH

warning for major alnst spoilers ofc

I KEEP TAKING PHOTOS THE WRONG WAY AROUND 😭😭😭😭

okay im gonna summarize information

you get these id cards the main peeps of them their birthday blood type number signature fingerprint who their guardian is (i cant tell the difference between them on the card it looks the same to me but idk maybe its alien language)

and it also says what dorm theyre from

mizi till ivan and sua are in buru flower rooms although different ones

(all in buru flower room. sua is in x, till is in c, mizi is a, ivan is d)

meanwhile luka and hyuna are in different rooms which makes me believe its by like year(s) and based on when they graduate from anakt garden or something like that? i forget

according to an interview (of sua and ivan) they're from the 50th anakt garden class

hyuna is chala flower room a, and shes also the only one without a signature

interestingly enough luka is the only one without a letter after the room which i think is because of how im pretty sure hes like a clone or something? like like made and there were many others of 'him' that were made until they found the perfect him to use? im like 70% sure his guardian has also implied it or something in one of the interviews? i think it mightve been regarding either the top three or before luka vs till

i use a translator app and go through it and then (usually) mainly share ones about ivan (as hes my favorite) and include other interesting stuff that doesnt have to relate to him

also there will be some things i just dont mention

well ive only done it once and for like the art book lmfao but yEAH

i keep forgetting which page i read it from so this time im gonna write this post while looking through it to make it easier for me haha

skimming through it though i do see some stuff i think they've posted on the twitter and patreon before though i DO remember there was this one that was blurry and i think i saw it in full here

be warned translations may not always be 100% accurate cause for some reason i take a CLEAR photo of the text and then i take another but zoomed in to more specific parts of the text and it changes the translation so im just sat here like what why does having more context make it worse sob

(future me here what do you mean i can only translate 50 images a day 😭 maybe its my bad for taking so many pictures of the same part but sometimes it translates differently when i zoom into specific parts that make more sense so on parts im confused on i do that a lot)

also in the previous post i tried rephrasing it a lot but at this point its really not gonna work with this

Mizi (1) Her guardian sent a 'lullaby tape' and 'deep sea mood lamp' to help her sleep. She called it 'Shine' or something? I can't be 100% sure but she whined to a teacher about missing it and thus that was sent over.

Mizi/Sua (2) Sua helps Mizi study, and sometimes reads to her, and everytime she does it, "I feel she creates an unknown world for me."

Sua/Mizi (1) Sua was shy and didn't laugh much when entering Anakt Garden, but after meeting Mizi, she laughed a lot.

Sua (2) Children in the Anakt Garden have become more interested in the opposite sex. There are rumors among the children that there is "a tree that can succeed if you confess". Sua seems to be popular with boys as she often goes under the tree.

Sua & Ivan (3) Sua was chosen as an Outstanding Child alongside Ivan in Anakt Garden, an honorable title given to a child who sets an example for others every year. The two will be interviewed and included in ALIEN STAGE MAGAZINE VOL.2.

Sua (4) Recently, Sua's been practicing hard enough to stop crying(?). When asked why, Sua said, "I have to practice more because it's my dream to be on stage with Mizi."

😭i cant tell if its a mistranslation or if its a 'i know the truth about alnst so i want to practice not crying while on stage with her' or something

Till & Ivan (1) Today, Till fought with a new kid named Ivan. He is an aggressive child, so he needs regular education at home. Fortunately, Ivan has generously forgiven him, but I will do my best to prevent this from happening next time.

Till & Ivan (2) Till's theoretical grades have improved a lot! Practical tests are always perfect, but theories have always been weak. In particular, his grades in Religion and Music, which were his most vulnerable, have risen markedly. Is it because some kid has provoked Till recently? He's very competitive, so when he has an opponent he wants to win, he burns!

It's not stated but y'know I'd think it'd be Ivan 💀.

Ivan (1) Ivan is significantly less talkative than other children. He may have a slower language development than other children because he's adapting to a sudden change in environment.

Ivan (2) For an art class on the theme of "The Most Memorable Moment of Life", Ivan painted a sky full of shooting stars on the paper. Each star was drawn carefully, and his concentration was so focused it was like he was being sucked into the paper.

For that I'll refer to the scene back in Round 3 and my post on the artbook where it explained more on Ivan's thoughts and how the shooting stars meant to him it was

(10) in the slums, when being held over like the edge due to the anger of a dealer, he faced the fear of death at such a young age that it stuck with him, that death was always near him. the shooting stars that then appeared stayed with him unconsciously (the translation it gives me is “the ecstasy faced with death took place intensely in Ivan’s deep unconsciousness.”)

Ivan (3) He often observes his facial expressions in the pond before going to school in the morning. I feel the one translated on the patreon (free) has better translations but it only shows a few not all and I remember reading this one as one of the ones included.

Ivan (4) Although Ivan is mature for his age, he is the most childlike when he is with Till. (they fight a lot)

Hyuna (1) Hyuna is a child with gentle charisma. She has a high sense of responsibility, so she takes the lead as class president and takes the initiative in all activities. She does not hesitate to do good deeds, such as actively approaching children who do not fit in well with the Anakt Garden activities, and she is a role model for all children.

Hyuna (2) Hyuna, who loves singing, always sings in front of the children during compulsory playtime. Yesterday, she stood at the base of a tree and sang "Anakt's Lullaby" in an impromptu arrangement, and Hyuna's changed lullaby was popular at "Anakt Garden" for a while.

I've heard people theorize that Wiege is that lullaby.

Hyuna & Luka (3) Luka was hiding in a tree and looking at Hyuna, as if he wanted to play hide and seek with her. Hyuna saw Luka and invited him to play with her.

I usually format it based on whose referred to first but I actually cut off a part of it and its about how Hyuna is popular and then it mentions Luka and then I have no idea what's being said I'm using two different translator apps and they both don't make sense. Perhaps the idea is something like, 'the lonely child Luka, who also excels at Anakt Garden, even memorized her name.'

The translations it gives me call him an only kid, the best in Anakt Garden, and then continues with ", Is Hyuna" or "memorized her name" so above is my best guess tbh 😭 Reasoning? Since idk what they meant by only kid, since it mentioned in the beginning how Hyuna was popular, then if I compare then he was probably lonely (there is also art of him by a tree alone staring at Hyuna who is surrounded by many others), he was also good at his studies and so was Hyuna, and I added even to emphasize that ah Luka didn't really interact with people but Hyuna ended up catching his attention (thus he was staring at her).

Luka (1) Luka always practices until late at night. If there's even a singular thing he can't solve he immediately asks the teacher a question.

Luka (2) Luka won first place in the Anakt Garden singing contest! The children were moved to tears when they heard Luka's crying. The crying sound is clear and sweet, and moves the hearts of those who listen to it. There is a jinx that if you win first place in the Anakt Garden singing contest, you will win Alien Stage, and our teachers are expecting that Luka will win Alien Stage. It is so exciting to imagine Luka growing up day by day.

if I recall Hyuna was second

ooh thats scary the art. dude i didnt even realize there was someone behind him.. its luka whose holding up like a paper and theres two large hands on his shoulders and theres a person in black behind him but theyre so big you cant even see them just their arms and torso wtf 😭

Luka (3)

Luka complained of persistent headaches and hyperventilation during the night.

Physical examination results show abnormal blood flow and lack of oxygen in the body. There is a high possibility of congenital heart disease.

Luka's voice change begins. Intensive care is required to prevent damage to his crying(?) voice. Tea and nutritional supplements that are good for voice will be included in his diet.

one translation is 'crying voice' and the other just translates voice as crying

😭😭😭😭😭

also i cant be 100% sure the translation is right calling it congenital heart disease idk korean and the apps can be inaccurate so take it with a grain of salt

Luka (4) The end-of-month evaluation grades have dropped by 10 points compared to the previous month. Although it is a small drop, in order to prevent this, we plan to select excellent teachers from the Anakt Garden and provide intensive management. We also request periodic discipline at home to prevent Luka from being distracted.

i kind of hate luka but dude this is really making me feel bad for him holy shit 😭 wtf

now its i think graduating from anakt garden and writing messages to people um its a lot of text so idk how im gonna tackle this

MIZI

(two attempts at writing 'Mizi' are crossed out) Hello Mizi, (crossed out) Hello Mizi! You sing really well! If there is an angel, wouldn't it be right here? (crossed out)

I prepared a song for you (crossed out)

Thank you for giving me a recorder when I was little.

It's my only treasure (crossed out)

It's really sad that you're already graduating from Anakt Garden.

Actually, we could have become friends at any time, but I just didn't have time. (crossed out)

How are you. Hi. -Till- ---

What kind of place is the ocean?! I want to go play later too~~! ー????? IDK WHO THIS IS google registers it as jp characters and i think thats wrong so..ー

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My dream, to Mizi Mizi the jellyfish girl (??) The day we were lying in the Anakt Garden meadow and looking at the stars together You became my dream. Is that why? The time I spent with you felt so precious to me. I have a lot of things I want to say. I feel complicated. (crossed out) I don't know what kind of world will unfold if I leave Anakt Garden, but I hope you will always live as green and free as the sea of summer. I believe this is Sua as there's a part mentioned earlier where Sua and Mizi liked watching the stars together and would sometimes fall asleep there instead of going back to their dorms (i did not mention this earlier thats my bad)

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Mizi! It seems like you are a child who really loves singing. I am glad I was able to enter Anakt Garden with you and listen to your songs! I hope you will be successful after you graduate! -????-

the characters of the name are not even registered google keeps thinking its the letter m

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You're so cute because you're quirky and lively! -?????-

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Thank you for always greeting me brightly every morning. Thanks to your bright energy, Anakt Garden life (?) I think it was fun. Good luck for the preliminary round, and see you on stage. -Ivan-

(at good luck he said 'cheer up' or '힘내' which has like a lot of meaning to it and can be like 'hang in there' and is something Till taught him to do and I think he also said it to Till in an interview I think before their round happened, i just used good luck cause its easier to understand and cheer up in english doesnt have as much impact without that context)

yeah here and there was also the comic by what i meant him like learning it from till

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.....i have to do this three more times........... hahahahaha hang in there me ....today i learned if you hold the button that takes a picture it will suddenly take multiple pictures of the exact same thing. 💀

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♥️ SUA ♥️ MIZI (there are multiple hearts drawn over the page and MIZI is written next to SUA with a heart)

(mizi says a lot and as its handwriting its hard for the translation apps to decipher it from the image so bare with me for any errors)

Hello Sua! How are you? Did you know I would say that?? I can't believe you're already graduating, from Anakt Garden. Now that I'm asked to write something like this, I don't know what to write… If I had known this would happen, I would have taken the writing class harder! Then I could tell you everything I wanted to say!! Craft (this is scribbled out) Well I'll put all my memories in this letter ♥️ A moment I was thankful for Sua ♥️

Thank you for secretly eating cherry tomatoes for me when I was a kid and hated vegetables. Thanks for taking my prank well!

Now that I think about it, I think I played a lot. Thank you for helping me with my homework every day. Thank you for always listening to my worries Thank you for handing me a handkerchief when I was crying Thank you for silently comforting me when I failed my test

Thank you for always singing with me Thank you for appearing in my life I'll stop talking here, because we're always together! My dream. Sua, I love you!! -Mizi who loves you so so much-

GUYS IM GONNA CRY

---

I actually still like you. Even though you rejected me, can you think about it one more time? -???? no idea who this is-

dude can you read the room her girlfriend literally took over more than half the page 😭😭😭😭

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I don't usually say this, but your voice is nice. I hope you do well in Alien Stage. -Till-

---

As an Oustanding Child, alongside you, I'm glad I was able to put my name on the list. I'm sorry we didn't talk much. You've always been an excellent kid, even (maybe 'when you're at') at Alien Stage(?? I can't tell) You'll get a good result. -Ivan-

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IVAN

Hi! Ivan! I'm Mizi! You're handsome like a prince, you sing well, you study well… Why are you so perfect?! And Sua too… Are there only perfect kids around me!? By the way, I saw your stage costumes were all black a while ago, but I think you look better in white than black! How about wearing white on stage? I'm looking forward to a great performance! -Mizi-

NOT HIM DYING IN WHITE THOUGH. you know what. i bet. i bet he thought huh maybe till will think i look good in white. and then he wore white. AND THEN HE DIED

---

I don't know what to write because I don't remember talking. Take care. Bye. -Sua-

DAMN. girl you know on his stats in the art book he sees you as like a sister right 😭😭 (who am i kidding ive seen your stats too)

---

By the way, when is your birthday? I've never seen you have a birthday party. -just expect me not to include names of anyone not from main cast because I won't be able to tell if it's a mistranslation-

I just envied you so much. That's why I wanted to get close to you. -???-

Actually, I liked you, but we never talked to each other. Take care, goodbye -???-

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Were you the one who stole the pencil back then? -Till-

😭😭😭 i think theres a note somewhere i dont think i read it in this one but in a previous alnst post about ivan stealing tills things and then returning them because he wanted praise or something

i cant recall if the pencil thing is related to him or if it mightve been related to mizi since sometimes the translation app gets pronouns wrong but i think there was a mention of a stolen pencil and it being returned to someone in here i just dont remember what page. dammit.

---

You are so perfect that it's hard to approach you.

-???-

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TILL

Hi! Till! You're so good at singing and composing The lyrics and composition are so (she crossed out a word that looks similar to something she then says but I can't tell what it is) I'm so, so jealous of you for doing so well!! I often think of the song you sang at the Anakt Garden Song Contest Come to think of it, you got your ears pierced not too long ago, it looks really good on you! The guitar looked unique on the stage Are you taking it with you? For this performance I'm really looking forward to seeing your performance~!! Way to go! -Mizi-

---

When we were young, we fought a lot without thinking, but now that I'm older, I think I can be a better friend than you think. It seems like separation comes too quickly. I knew it wasn't useful, but I felt a little more intense with you. (crossed out) I hope you remember me. -Ivan-

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I still remember you getting dizzy and falling over while headbanging at the Anakt Garden singing contest. It was really funny… -???-

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I'm sure you're talented

-Acorn-

WAIT ACORN??

wait you can see part of the graduation messages on the patreon OH YEAH that was where i read the part of sua's and there was just this whole part blurred out (mizi to sua)

you know what im gonna ignore messages from anyone not of the main cast at this point idk why i did it for so long 😭

wait shit i forgot what i havent translated now 😭

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Take care. See you on stage. -Sua-

---

IM DONE

OKAY

NO MORE

😭

[aziraphales-library]

Heya mods, I’m going to check out the South Downs college today! Any fics where our Ineffables are teachers? (Not professors, colleges are high schools in Britain which is kinda weird) Thanks for all the fics!

Our #professors tag has teacher fics too; it's just a general catch-all for fics in which they teach, regardless of at what level or their title. Here are some where they are specifically called teachers...

Don't be late by Ina_Sirena (T)

Elementary school teacher Crowley has no time-management skills nor any will to work on them. One day, he stumbles into the school cafeteria to get his last minute morning coffee and meets the charming new employee who makes his heart race. If only he had the courage to ask him on a date instead of talking around the question for weeks.

Varsity Blues by Leaderleader (M)

Tadfield Public School is a prestigious school in the English countryside. The school is fortunate to have a dedicated, intelligent and compassionate Teacher like Aziraphale. However, in his twenty years teaching there he has been ostracized and belittled by his colleagues and administration. The hiring of botanics teacher Crowley brings forward new horizons. Aziraphale finally has someone on his side. Together they take on the administration on their new corrupt and unfair venture, but not without any fallout.

Remember and Repeat by Sani86 (T)

Anthony Crowley is the new history teacher at Tadfield Academy, a stuffy English boarding school. His unorthodox teaching methods and insistence on free thinking endear him to his students, but alienate him from his tradition-bound colleagues. All, that is, except for a certain English teacher.

In Which the Flower Grows by Snowfilly1 (M)

"The car's too fast suddenly; Crowley doesn't want to be swept along into another new place and he thinks about stopping, pulling over somewhere for a coffee he doesn't need and won't like but that won't help. Nothing ever does." Crowley's always been a good teacher but the rest of his life is a wreck and he doesn't think moving to Tadfield and a new job in the secondary school there will be any different.

Mon Horrible Chéri by ghostrat (E)

Apparently, Crowley could ruin his good mood. Crowley was just about the only thing that could ruin it. “Right. So. You and I, is it?” Aziraphale confirmed, just to be clear. “That’s right.” “And how long is this trip, exactly?” “One full week,” Crowley enunciated too clearly, stretching his lips around the words and sharply clacking his k. “Seven whole days.” “Great,” Aziraphale breathed. They both smiled, all teeth and no joy. (Human AU / Enemies to Lovers) • English Teacher Aziraphale gets roped into the sixth form Paris field trip, not realising his worst enemy Science Teacher Crowley is the accompanying chaperone. Are seven days of forced proximity really enough to undo a truly vitriolic relationship? Or, let's be real: How quickly does it take them to fall head over heels for each other?

It never hurts to keep looking for sunshine by Dervila, elf_on_the_shelf (E)

After Adam's parents die in a car crash, Aziraphale is forced to start taking care of him as more than just an uncle. Don't get him wrong, he loves the little devil, it's just that he is completely clueless and could rather use some help. In comes Crowley, Adam's new nursery school teacher with his amazing skills in dealing with kids. Could he be the answer to all of Aziraphale's prayers - Adam-related and otherwise? Well, it looks like he might be just that, judging by the weird things Aziraphale's heart seems to be doing whenever he sets eyes on the man. Now, if only the tall ginger returned his feelings...

- Mod D

[timetoddddavis]

Have I mentioned here how I'm low key obsessed with Sakito? He's like this... showboating, deeply traumatized, hungry, yankee manchild who's nice to kids, and I dunno if you know this but this is 100% my brand.

Like he never grew up, he's Peter Pan all the way down, he ran away as a child and now he's back and he's still! A child!! His changer is a game controller ffs, when he gets here, it's all a game to him. He does not care about the stakes at all he just wants to go FAST. Because none of this is REAL to him, this place isn't real. These people aren't real. It's a GAME until he meets back up with his one tether to earth.

Watch him when we see him interact with his childhood friend, the downwards gaze, the mumbled apology, his parental figure giving him little pushes. His motivations are all id, he just wants to eat home cooking and play games with his friends. He is a KID. He's the naughty little boy who lives in your neighborhood who fucks up your flowers and cusses at adults and eggs the cops and gets into fights, but he shows up at your house and gets shy and doesn't ask for anything and you feed that kid because you know SOMETHING is going on with him and he needs support.

Sakito is SO NICE to kids, too, it's so sweet, it's the only time he's really openly warm and it adds such a good shading to his character. He's a traumatized kid who grew up to be a BIG traumatized kid, right? So when a kid is troubled, when he's faced with kids, he treats them with respect and warmth. He gets down to their level. He smiles and speaks gently. He believes them.

The episode with Taiya's school and the dream, when Sakito's trapped in his own head, he doesn't even treat the ILLUSION of a child with his usual roughness. And I think that's really beautiful! We don't know what happened to him as a kid, but we do know he doesn't pass it along.

AND JUST, AN ASIDE, BYUUN D IS SO GOOD. THE ALIENS SAKITO MET WERE BORDERLINE SCARY, ANYTHING COULD HAVE HAPPENED TO HIM. BUT BYUUN D WAS THERE. AND HE'S STILL THERE. AND SAKITO IS A DANGEROUS VIOLENT LITTLE SHIT, BUT HE GETS FED AND HE READS HIS CREATIVE WRITING AND THEY NEVER GO ANYWHERE APART. It's like Sakito met his imaginary friend and he was real and he took him away from all the bad things and he took care of him. Do you get it??

And also Tsuta is sooooo good as Boon Violet, if you watch him he puts in these tiny little pauses when he hits a particular pose so it has time to really hit you in the eyes, it looks so fucking good on camera. That could totally be the action director's doing, I don't actually know, but it doesn't seem like every suit actor is doing it quite as pronounced so I'm willing to give it to Mr. Tsuta.

And he's. He's... you know. A lil thicker. Nice butt. Nice *gestures broadly* legs... and like... *gesturing becomes more unhinged* torso. Good to watch at his craft and also just good to look at. I look forward to seeing him do more main roles, if that's the direction he goes in.

I would shell out for those suit actor 'racer cards' so fast, you have no idea.

[beepeircings]

Rb-ing is not nescessary but it would be awesome :D 👍

🌸°•~🌸°•~🌸°•~🌸°•~🌸°•~🌸°•~🌸°•~

[ image id: Art of two girls in front of a black background. One with long pink hair and the other with short black hair; the two girls respectively are Mizi and Sua from alien stage. A limp Sua with a dead looking expression is being hugged tightly on the neck by Mizi, while her hands are lightly holding Mizi's hair. Her eye on the right has a eye shine shaped like a flower. Mizi on the other hand dressed in her round 5 outfit has her face burried in Sua's hair, one of her eyes are however is visible and has tears on it. Mizi has her arms on Sua's neck, hugging her tightly. Mizi's pink hair flies all over the space of the black background while it also lightly covers Sua's face as if enveloping Sua with her hair. Sparkles, bubbles surround the two girls. End Id. ]

[queergutz]

❀ A little possum approaches with a gift!

{PT: A little possum approaches with a gift!}

❀ Additions to @rwuffles flower-themed presentation terms! (Only one linked)

{PT: ❀ Additions to user rwuffles’ flower-themed presentation terms! (Only one linked)}

❀ Daffodil ❀ Amaranthus Tricolor ❀ Pink Witch Aeonium ❀

{PT: Daffodil, Amaranthus tricolor, Pink witch aeonium}

Daffodil: A queer person who presents maveriquely in a cute way

Amaranthus Tricolor: A queer person who presents outherinely in a cute way

Pink Witch Aeonium: A queer person who presents aporinely in a cute way

{PT: Daffodil, a queer person who presents maveriquely in a cute way. Amaranthus tricolor, a queer person who presents outherinely in a cute way. Pink witch aeonium, a queer person who presents aporinely in a cute way.}

❀ Morning Glory ❀ Coral ❀

Morning Glory: A queer person who presents kenochoric-like in a cute way

Coral: A queer person who presents xevetrinely in a cute way

{PT: Morning glory, a queer person who presents kenochoric-like in a cute way. Coral, a queer person who presents xevetrinely in a cute way.}

❀ Passionflower ❀ Love-in-a-mist ❀ Bouquet / Garland ❀

Passionflower: A queer person who presents nonhumanely in a cute way

Love-in-a-mist: A queer person who presents unclearly in a cute way. This can mean your presentation is confusing, not obvious, complicated, unknown, and so on!

Bouquet / Garland: A queer person who presents in multiple cute ways. This can be multiple at once, fluid between them, combining them for your own or whatever you feel fits!

{Pt: Passionflower, a queer person who presents nonhumanely in a cute way. Love in a mist, a queer person who presents unclearly in a cute way. This can mean your presentation is confusing, not obvious, complicated, unknown, and so on! Bouquet or garland, a queer person who presents in multiple cute ways. This can be multiple at once, fluid between them, combining them for your own or whatever you feel fits!}

Reasons for why I chose what I did below cut!

Daffodil matched the maverique colors, simple as that.

Amaranthus tricolor and pink witch aeonium both have plants with similar colors to the flags from their respective terms. Pink witch aeonium also had a succulent chosen to represent ‘like-plants’, similar to coral below! (And, in hindsight, is a good way to depict aporine being an umbrella term.)

Morning glories have a mysterious and otherworldy vibe that remind me of kenochoric, and the purple matches beautifully.

Coral is, in my mind, ‘like a plant, but not in a plant way’. It seems like a plant, but is, well, made of animals! Reminded me of how xevetrine is ‘gender, but not in a human way’.

Passionflowers look alien but are just as much a plant as other plants- like being nonhuman. And they look stunning.

Love in a mist symbolizes perplexity.

And bouquet (or garland) is meant to be a whole bunch of flowers, which you hold dear or wear with pride! I would have settled on just bouquet, but I offered a second name as bouquet is already used by a term I quite like, (which apparently rwuffles also made?!), and I didn’t want to overshadow it! :)

These were made to match the style of the original flags. Definitely not my normal style but i think they work :D

Tagging: @radiomogai @starzjay @not-victor-ann @vampiric-gay-chaos @stary-baa

[vandme12]

KILLER STAGE, (KILLER CHAT X ALIEN STAGE) R O U N D 1

PROMPT : FALLING FOR YOU

TRIGGER WARNING : Murder, Death ETC.

CHARACTER USED : Angel, Misaki from Killer Chat! Sua, Mizi From Alien Stage

SUMMARY : Oh, my Clematis Hope bloomed through the abyss Oh, my Clematis Always be by my side.

INSPIRATION FROM : ALIEN STAGE

WORDS : 1000

SUA- MISAKI VS MIZI - ANGEL

My Clematis - R O U N D 1

The air crackled with anticipation as the stage lights bathed the two figures in a warm gold, Misaki stood at the center, their usual playful smirk softened into something bittersweet, the weight of the moment pressing onto their shoulders. Angel, beside them, took a deep breath, her hands trembling ever so slightly, though she tried to keep her expression calm.

They had rehearsed this song countless times. Knew every rise and fall of each note. Every harmony they shared. But tonight—tonight was different. One of them wouldn’t walk away from this stage.

The music began, soft and slow, the first piano chords rippling through the field of artificial flowers projected behind them. A perfect illusion. A perfect lie. The audience watched in silence, waiting. And then, Misaki began to sing.

(Verse 1 - Together)

“*꽃이 피지 못할 곳이라 해도*” (Even if it's a place where flowers cannot bloom,)

Angel turned to look at them, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. She had always admired Misaki’s voice—playful, full of life, laced with mischief even in a song like this. But right now, it was steady, filled with something softer. Something real.

Misaki nudged her lightly with their elbow, a wordless encouragement. And then, as if instinctual, Angel joined in.

“*그대와 함께 있다면 괜찮아*” (If I’m with you, it’s okay.)

The projected scene behind them shifted, morphing from the artificial field to something else—memories. Their childhood. Chasing each other along the riverbanks, laughter echoing through the warm summer air. Catching fish with their bare hands. Watching the sunset and making impossible promises to always stay together.

Angel let herself get lost in the moment, in the way their voices intertwined so effortlessly. Misaki grinned at her as they sang, their expression full of unspoken words. This wasn’t a competition, not really. The points didn’t matter. The crowd didn’t matter. Only this—this fleeting moment of togetherness.

(Chorus - Together)

“*항상 내 곁에 있어줘*” (Always be by my side,)

Their hands brushed, a quiet tether keeping them anchored as the screens behind them flickered again. A new memory. The day Angel had passed her first assessment. She had run to Misaki, excitement bubbling over, only to find them holding out their own results, an identical score scribbled at the top.

They had fallen into each other, hugging, laughing, promising they’d always stand side by side.

The screen glitched. The past bled into the present.

A sharp, mechanical beep signaled the introduction of the next phase. The field faded into darkness, and in its place, a harsh neon-lit stage emerged. The cheers of the audience rang hollow in Angel’s ears as a massive screen lowered behind them. Two photos appeared. The words ‘Misaki vs. Angel’ in stark, brutal lettering between them.

Misaki exhaled, running a gloved hand through their hair before looking at Angel with a lazy grin. “Guess it’s the part where we’re supposed to be rivals, huh?”

Angel didn’t answer. She couldn’t. Not when the next words were already forming in her throat.

(Bridge - Angel’s Narration)

“*After the Earth crumbled, humanity was left grasping for meaning. Clawing at survival, seeking salvation in places it no longer existed. But to me—*”

She hesitated, eyes finding Misaki’s. They were watching her, amusement dimmed by something heavier. Something that almost looked like understanding.

“*To me, Misaki was my God. My universe.*”

Misaki chuckled under their breath, their fingers playing with the red lock on their choker. “That’s a lot of pressure, babe.”

Angel smiled despite herself. “You never needed to be perfect.”

“Neither did you.”

(Final Chorus - Together, Then Solo)

“*항상 내 곁에 있어줘*” (Always be by my side,)

They sang as one, voices lifting into the air like a desperate prayer. And for a moment, it was just them again. Two kids who had spent their lives together. Two souls who had found solace in each other, even in a world that had long since abandoned them.

Then the tally appeared.

87 to 86.

Angel had 1 point higher.

Angel blinked. Looked at the numbers. Looked at Misaki.

They were still smiling.

"Don't be so serious, After I'm gone. Okay?"

And then—

A gunshot. A clean, merciless sound.

Misaki didn’t even have time to react before their body jerked backwards, collapsing onto the stage floor. Their mic slipped from their fingers, rolling across the cold ground. The audience was silent. The song was still playing.

Angel couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Her heart pounded in her ears as she fell to her knees, reaching out with shaking hands. Misaki’s eyes were open, but there was no light behind them. Their ever-present grin had faded into something hauntingly still.

Angel’s breath hitched.

No. No, no, no. This couldn’t be real.

But Sua had known.

She had known from the beginning what was going to happen, and They didn't tell Angel Because they didn’t want to hurt her. Because she didn’t want Angel to cry before the inevitable. Because she had wanted this final moment to be beautiful, unmarred by sorrow.

The music swelled, but Angel’s voice trembled as she sang the last, fragile words.

(Final Lyrics - Angel Solo)

“*그대 없는 세상은 황폐해*” (A world without you is barren,)

Her hands curled into fists against their chest, as if she could will their heart to keep beating. As if she could force them to stay.

“*제발 내 곁에 있어줘*” (Please, stay by my side.)

Silence.

The song ended. The lights dimmed. The audience roared.

Angel didn’t hear any of it.

All she could do was hold them and remember the way they had smiled at her, seconds before the end.

Their laughter. Their teasing. The way they had always, always been there.

And now, they weren’t.

Misaki's body crumpled to the floor, their breath hitching, dark eyes unfocused as blood seeped onto the stage.

"No," Angel whispered, her hands trembling. "No, no, no—"

She dropped to her knees, hands grasping at Misaki’s fading warmth. The cheers of the audience became a muffled drone in the background as if the world had been swallowed whole. Misaki’s lips parted, their voice barely a breath above silence.

"You... I love... u..."

And then, nothing.

A strangled sob tore from Angel’s throat. It wasn’t fair. None of this was fair. She was supposed to protect them, to make sure they stayed together. They had promised. They were supposed to always be by each other's side.

Her heart pounded violently, her breathing sharp and ragged as grief overtook her in a tidal wave of anguish. She clutched Misaki’s lifeless form, shaking, her vision blurred by tears. "You can’t do this to me. You can’t just—" A wail broke from her lips, raw and desperate...

"Has withered... and died..."

Memories flashed before her eyes.

Misaki laughing. Misaki holding her hand. Misaki singing with all her heart. Misaki, always by her side.

"Please... stay with me..."

The final note hung in the air, fragile as a whispered prayer.

But there was no answer.

Misaki was gone.

ANGEL VS MISAKI

Misaki's icon lost its glow....

[erikiara80]

I was thinking about sunflowers and Demogorgons.

Demogorgons in d&d and Stranger Things look quite different

But why is the ST creature's face shaped like a flower? (btw, I think they took inspiration from the Stapelia Gigantea, or maybe the Rafflesia Arnoldii)

Simple explanation: alien creatures, alien enviroment. And they look cool. But interestingly, there is a flower that has been mentioned many times throughout the show and is connected to, well, everything: births, deaths/babies that can't breathe (Will and El), Brenner, different sets of memories (2x05 and 4x07), people getting shot, people getting electrocuted and then stuck in dream circles/time loops, gates and even Lonnie.

SUNFLOWERS, kind of the "rightside up" version of a Demogorgon. Flowers that need light and warmth

So, I was wondering. IF the UD, and maybe even the Mind Flayer, are the physical manifestation of the traumas that are haunting Will, or they're something alien that, like IT, took the form of Will's fears and traumas (after all, we see Henry shape the Mind Flayer), the Demorgon's flower-shaped face could also be a hint. And it makes sense that, if the memory of the sunflowers is connected to a tragic event, it would be twisted in something scary and dangerous (the presence of the creatures in TFS, in 1959, could be evidence that they are indeed stuck in a time loop)

Sunflowers in Lonnie's house and Terry's memory

The day El sees the Demogorgon and opens the gate, Brenner gives her this

In 1x08, Will mentions a weird flower in a cave

And here we see the word Photosynthesis, that seems to connect the Demogorgon to plants and flowers.

I could be wrong, maybe there's no particular reason for the flower-shaped face. Maybe it's just how they look, but yeah, I find it interesting that the creature Will sees the day he vanishes looks like that, and there were flowers in Terry's room the day her daughter vanished from her life.

[autisticlalna]

skyblock kingdoms species headcanons v3

follow up to my previous posts on this (v1 / v2), here's the overview of my takes on the cubitos as of now!

under cut bc this is gonna be. long.

viking:

secret catboy. ears are hidden under hat.

tail is probably shorter than i draw it

does have some cat instincts he tries to cover. can purr

i wanna start drawing him with glasses i just need to figure out a good design for em

fix:

normal human

...to point of canceling out the weirdness of anyone around him

this applies to himself. god knows what he's like when he's not self-nullified

ruby:

mimic, copies vibe of whoever she spends a lot of time with

baseline form is... mostly human.

gemstone hair and he cracks and chips instead of bleeds

(basically like the gems from land of the lustrous)

allay wings were injured at start of sbk, didnt heal for a while

vintage:

dryad

looks like a faun with a tree branch unicorn horn

flowers are physically a part of her

rue:

clone of ruby's baseline form, so is human-passing with wings

not a mimic

avid:

started human and then he got Worse

the deeper he got into dark magic, the more it changed him.

white streak from his stint in incendium

monkeyvid is soulfire reshaped into a physical form. similar situation with ruby where he's organic until something breaks

avoid has a x-shaped scar where olm ripped out his soul

doovid:

human, then monkey, then human again

is a normal guy but, like, For Real. he's chill

fool:

was human once

soul spots are big cracks like broken pottery

bleeds liquid gold

librarian still has the cracks but is iridescent

milkman:

basically a cartoon character

shapeshifter For The Bit

can completely copy people but keeps the mustache on purpose bc, like, why wouldnt he. thats his brand

cannot be killed in a way that matters

cloneman:

also a slapstick cartoon character but more cringefail

can, unfortunately, be killed in a way that matters

mig:

lumian

(alien with pointy ears, glowing freckles, tail)

elytra is ender dragon wings

kale:

also an alien

something adjacent to a piglin

marm:

im gonna be real my thoughts on marm are constantly changing. for the love of god please help me

current take is some kind of weird swamp gargoyle thing

void exposure made her more monstrous over time but has since evened out

tea:

very fluffy anthro cat

i dont know how to explain it. tea just has the vibes

trog:

was human once. isnt anymore.

is either "was human and was turned into an eldritch horror", "is an eldritch horror that took the original trog's place", or somewhere inbetween

does not feel like trying to make the distinction anymore

sometimes explodes into triangles when stressed/startled

the other sbkers wave it off. trog has always been like this, its fine

kitt:

red panda hybrid

is able to ignite at-will

i still wanna keep her partially sculked i think. flammable red panda warden human mix

tube:

human.

acorn:

raccoon mask is functionally her face

start of season: fairly ordinary. maybe just a tanuki

got hit hard with spruce adaption after the void jump, is now an abstract combo of winter-associated animals

anathra:

im still attached to anathrabot but Canon Hologram Anathra has overtaken it

minor visual glitches now and then

sometimes has trouble with briefly clipping through things or otherwise being solid

freezing cold to the touch

elffe:

herobrine :D

looks fairly human but has strong cryptid energy. also the stereotypical glowing eyes when he wants to scare people

anathra runs cold, elffe runs hot. space heater of a man.

crimson vines growing on him. hes not very bothered by it.

artemis:

symbiotic relationship with the mushrooms (red, brown, crimson, warped) growing on her

Weird Vibes. something is just off with nethershroom

neon:

retro cyborg. very funky.

was very run-down when found, has since fixed himself up

leon:

penguin :3

not anthropomorphic but scaled up to a "human but short" size

got scrungled SO HARD by the ender corruption. still some remnants of it even after olm transferred it

probably would have even more thoughts if i actually. drew most of these guys. i do wanna do a lineup eventually but thats 23 (24 if you count avoid) people. hrk

[sk1bidi-n1k0-e4ts-people]

i'm still here // dad!thor odinson x daughter!reader

!!!ENDGAME SPOILERS!!!

Summary: your brought back after 5 years...

Warnings: literally a single cuss word from rocket, fear of being alone, crying, character death mentioned, overall fluff,

Age: 16

A/N: hope yall like this one too 🥰

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You felt weightless, like you were floating. You gained physical consciousness soon after this. You were laying flat on your back on the forest floor, arms curled up as if you were trying to hold something.

You sat up and looked around to see more avengers also confused. You looked around and realized, your dad wasn't there like he was before you passed out.

"Dad?" You whimpered out, trying to find him. You whipped your head around as you heard sparkling behind you.

"Who the h3ll are you?" Rabbit asked (srry i love calling him that)

"Come on its been five years, we...the avengers need you" strange told you all. You blinked at him a few times in confusion, "its been how long!?" You shouted, eyes wide.

Strange helped you up and you all fell into the portal.

You had just started fighting the alien dogs. Not knowing what to do. You soon found yourself outnumbered by these dogs. You were trying to get them away but it did nothing.

You were pinned on the ground, they kept trying to get to you but tony flew by and blasted them for you. "Thanks!" You yelled at him, he nodded in response before flying off to the distance.

You stood up to brush yourself off, and your father was standing a few feet away from you, just staring in shock.

You gasped as you made eye contact with him, tears welled up in his eyes.

He pulled you Into a strong hug quickly. He squeezed you so hard you thought you might d!e.

He pulled away to look at your face, he let out a sad chuckle as he looked at you, innocently looking back up at him.

He held you to his chest as he sobbed. Yes, your father always acted like nothing and no one could make him cry, or even make him emotional. But when it came to you, he was a verryyy delicate flower.

"Im still here." He whispered to you.

He had lost everyone in his life, his mother, his father, his brother, his best friend, his lover, and the one person he couldn't let go of, You. But you, unlike anyone, came back to him. And healed his broken heart. He was the only person you had as well, after losing your uncle and watching it happen before your eyes hurt like no other.

Another space dog ran at you two and tony, once again, swept past and blasted it. "Second time! Not helping you anymore" he quickly spoke before flying away.

"We should help" you told thor. "Yes, we should" he smiled sadly, finally having something in life.

You both continued to fight together. You looked to your left after a while, to see tony, on his knees, with the stones.

Tony acted like your father when thor wasn't around, he was also your best-est friend, other then thor. Even once accidentally calling him dad. And though he would always deny it, he saw you as his daughter.

You gasped and covered your mouth as he said the words, "i.... am.. iron man" and snapped. You ran over to him immediately, Peter got to him before you. He sobbed out a small, pained "tony..." you held him as he cried.

You were the first one to Kneel before tony, a helpless tiny human, had saved the universe on his own. Everyone followed your actions.

You sobbed for days after this tragic event, your dad had to hold you up on his funeral because you were crying so much.

"Im still here" thor muttered to you as he held you close too him. It took a while to get over but eventually, it happened.

You found out through pepper that you and peter were the god parents for morgan 😭 thor was with every step of your healing, he thought leaving your side was a bad idea. Or he just missed you over the years lol.

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[enchantedabode]

Keith Kogane’s NSFW Alphabet :3

This isn’t proofread I’m sorry 💔

Tw: blood and knifeplay

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Keith definitely wipes you down with a warm cloth if you don’t wanna take a bath. If you’re in the mood for something like that he’d for sure do ANYTHING for you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He’s a stomach guy. Flat, fupa, chubby, abs? He doesn’t give a single FUCK he’s laying on it, cumming on it, nibbling, biting, kissing, licking.

Sadly he doesn’t have a favorite body part but if he had to choose it’d be his hair. He likes how silky and nice it is, don’t ever call it a mullet he will get mad.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He will always pull out, he has a fear of children but also the idea of the child being discriminated against for being part galra. If you ever asked him to cum inside you would have to BEG for it, and even so he’d still secretly pull out. (It’s his trauma leave him be 💔)

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s masturbated to you in his lion on multiple occasions, I mean like it’s not like he was in space or on a mission.. he just wanted a closer relationship to you and his lion ig..

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He has the idea thanks to porn and shit but he’s never had actual sex unless it was with you. Maybe he had a fear of it idk.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

doggy style, missionary, reverse cowgirl, lotus flower, and spoon.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s very serious about sex, no matter what he needs to know if he’s hurting you or not. Maybe every other time you have sex he’ll giggle when he’s cumming but that’s mostly from the stimulation.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Considering they’re always running away from Zarkon and other aliens of that nature I doubt he has time to shave himself. I’m sure he’ll keep it trimmed but not a full on shave.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s EXTREMELY intimate and romantic during sex. He adores the idea of feeling close and romantic to you especially when it’s something like this, he wants you to feel safe in his arms….or dick..whichever you prefer ig

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He would always jack off to the thought of you before you guys started dating. Of course it was when you guys were flirting intensely and you were getting really touchy with each other. Otherwise he would’ve felt guilty..

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I have a LOT of kinks for him but that’s for another fanfic. He’s into knifeplay, not cutting or stabbing of course but that look on your face when he puts his knife to your neck or pussy oh my god. He’s also really into blood he can’t help it’s his galra 😞. He likes seeing blood on him when you scratch or bite him but seeing you in pain and bloody is something he genuinely can’t stand. (Hypocrite 😒)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

ONLY in his room (I’m lying). If you ever begged pleaded or sobbed he’d probably give in and do it in his lion. IF his lion was okay with it, occasionally he’d finger your behind a pod or something. He hates quickies though..

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Training. Seeing you all sweaty and panting, hands on your knees as you gasp and pant after a rough round of fighting with that SCARY ASS DUMMY. God everytime he sees you like that his body reacts on its own, the warmth in his crotch gets more intense by the second.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He will literally NEVER, share you with someone else and if you even mention something like it he’ll get defensive and all worried saying things like; “why? Do you not like me anymore? Did I do something wrong? Did you not like how fast I went last time?” You’ll have to constantly comfort him. Poor baby is so insecure he’s never been in a relationship like this before.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Oh he can sit in between your thighs for hours, sucking, licking, drooling. That shit is a whole ass 5 star meal for him. Eyes rolling back, gripping on the sheets, groaning, moaning. He doesn’t mind getting head although he can eat you up every day if you let him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s usually fast but if you need him to be gentle he’ll try his best to control himself. If he gets close to cumming he needs to go faster or he’ll basically be edging himself.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He despises them with his entire being, he wants to be close and passionate with you. He needs to feel your body against his, it genuinely feels wrong to not fuck you passionately. If you really need it he’ll finger or give you head before you go on a mission or something. Same for him, he’ll allow you to jerk him off if he really needs it but most of the time he doesn’t.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Like I said earlier he likes blood and knifeplay but he doesn’t really wanna do anything other than that. I mean sure he likes the idea of learning your kinks and he’d love to try them but his kinks are pretty solid and he sticks to them.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

His normal human form he can go up to 3 on a good day. If he’s in heat (Bc he’s galra and I say so) he can go about…..too many to count but if I can put an estimate about 5-7.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He has a vibrator for you because he knows it’s hard for you to cum from just penetration alone. He’s used it on himself once and it was a mess, never again.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh he loves foreplay, rubbing and teasing your clit and seeing you press your thighs together trying to get as much stimulation as possible ngh~

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Yk how I said he giggles when he cums? Well he also has a high pitched moan when he cums as well. But for the most part he just grunts and mumbles sweet nothings under his breath.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Forgot to mention it but he wants to be chained/tied up and let you peg him (please he needs it)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Idk that part galra is putting a LOT of images in my head so…normally 5 soft 5.7ish hard. In heat? 7-8 it just depends if his horny levels are high enough.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?

He can go for about 45 minutes each round but for heat (I’m sorry it’s stuck in my head) about an hour or so….each round..

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Normally he’ll wait for you to go to sleep in his arms after cleaning you up. But if he’s in heat (I’m genuinely so sorry) he’ll immediately fall asleep after while you weakly pet his hair from how hard he fucked you.

[puppycheesecake]

You’re sooooo organized with your mods. Can I ask what your folders look like/a screenshot? I’m trying to be less messy and I used to do it by creator name but that got to be too much so I’m trying to find a new system.

My mods folder is kind of a mess right now, but in general: Clothes, hair, and shoes are organized alphabetically by creator name, if I have 5+ items by the same creator. If I don't have 5+ items by a creator, they just get tossed into alphabetized folders below the creator folders (Folder A-C, Folder D-F, etc.).

Sometimes I'll make a folder for a specific Type and stick it at the bottom of the alphabetized list. (Shoes: Ballet, Hair: Alien, etc.)

Hats are organized by Type, and then alphabetized. So:

>> Accessory Clothes >> Accessory Hair >> Crowns >> Flowers & Plants >> Haloes >> Hats (Baseball) >> Hats (Beanies) >> Hats (Cowboy) etc.

Makeup is sorted mostly by creator name, but sometimes by function. Like all my face paint eyes are sorted separately, so all the eyes are grouped together in the same section, and clown makeup is all grouped together.

Accessories are a little wonky. Sometimes it lets me organize them the same way, and sometimes it...doesn't? Idk. Like I try to sort some stuff together (scarves, graphic overlays, belts, headphones) but they don't always take, so there'll be a random scarf in the wrong spot. 🤷 (It happens with other stuff too, just doesn't seem to be as often. There's a couple creators whose stuff S4S just WILL NOT batch fix; no idea why.)

Stuff like skin details isn't sorted, but I use these CAS Organizers to break up the different categories, which makes finding stuff a lot easier.

[lokistemptress]

Loki Laufeyson & Victoria D. Edmund head cannons - sigyn

headcannons about loki and sigyn (aka victoria), aka the goddess sigyn.

now the thing about victoria is that she doesn't even know who sigyn is, she doesn't know loki, she doesn't even really believe in god, or aliens, or anything. 

all the time loki suggests that they both go home and let victoria have her old life back, but she doesn't really want her old life back. sure, it'd be nice to remember her real mother or father, and all the stories loki tells her, but it's not her life anymore. she cares about her step mother & father too much. plus, they're getting older in age and she needs to make sure the farm goes to next best family. 

she didn't grow up in a huge city, she didn't even have a cellphone until 22. tv's didn't work far out in the country as she was. she was home schooled, didn't really talk to many people outside of her mother and father. 

they did notice something strange about her though, she could touch plants and make them grow, when she was sad little storm clouds would sit only covering the farmland she was in. they knew she was different, there hadn't been any superheroes at the time (aside from captain america), so they hid her away in fear she would be taken from them. afterall, whoever dropped her off on their doorstep trusted them enough to keep her safe.

many, many years later she was able to control her earthly powers and when she was 18 she moved from the farm to new york, a place she's only ever seen from pictures in books her father got from the library.

skipping over some thing's.. now i don't normally enjoy the soulmate thing, when i first found out about what sigyn was, i was flabbergasted. i knew i needed to add her immediately into this because her story is very interesting. 

i think she worked at stark industries, maybe shadowing someone else, her role wasn't important at all, but she's always had this need to help people, and working a desk job at stark industries seemed cool enough to help get her enough money to pay for college. 

poor girl bumps into loki and for a moment he's stunned in silence. he's expecting her to be afraid but nope, she's never looked more calm. and then loki recognizes her. of course, he doesn't tell her who she is, not right away.

thor too knows who she is and she looks between both thor and loki, very worried. 'why do you keep looking at me? is there something on my face or something?' i can just imagine how panicked she'd be. because like, who wouldn't feel nervous with two gods staring you down.

thor brings loki back to asgaard, and then he comes back rather quickly to talk to you and see what you remember, nothing of course. 

so the story he tells her: she and loki were childhood friends, sigyn had grown up in the castle, just as a simple garden maid, but her gentleness wasn't overlooked by loki, who noticed everything in his childhood years. she know loki, she know he's a trickster, sigyn stayed away from him not wanting to get into the way of his pranks and trickery. only he doesn't prank her when he meets her. he uses his magic to give her flowers, beautiful dresses. they both grew up, falling for each other more and more. and then one day, loki tells his father he thinks he's gonna marry sigyn. only odin cannot have that and finds a reason to banish the girl (i haven't come up with a reason why yet sorry), and he sends her to midgard, taking away her memories and aging sigyn backwards so she can grow up as a mortal human.

now, victoria is in complete shock because the man she just met, she already grew up with? fell in love with, a god? and she's realizing she's a goddess, kind of.

it reminds her of a story she read when she was a kid on norse mythology. like all kids, she wanted to learn about religion and there was just so much to learn, but victoria had all the time in the world. she learned about christianity, greek mythology, buddhism, catholocism, everything you could get your hands on. she mostly remembers taking an interest in the mythology. the stories of thor and loki took the both of them to the library where she basically read books on her own life, some of it was wrong from thor's guidance he told the truth, but a lot of it was true. although he couldn't bring victoria back to asgaard, she waited a long time to see loki again, and when the day finally came... this time she was ready, and this time victoria understood who she was.

the day victoria sees him again is an ordinary day.  she's just finished feeding the pigs and horses their dinner, and is probably thinking about going for a ride. she hasn't stopped feeling the need to protect and help people, but her parents are getting old and she wants to be with them, make as many memories before their time comes. 

victoria's parents depart to their bedrooms, leaving loki and victoria alone for the time to get to know each other. while she was gone, loki explained who victoria was, his long lost love, a goddess of earthly powers, loyalty, and his to marry some day. they were destined to be together.

victoria's parents depart to their bedrooms, leaving loki and victoria alone for the time to get to know each other. while she was gone, loki explained who victoria was, his long lost love, a goddess of earthly powers, loyalty, and his to marry some day. they were destined to be together.

anyway skip a whole bunch of crazy shit, like loki learning how to take care of farmland. probably the funniest thing ever.

he talks a lot about their history together, everything they've done together. it's a lot for her to take in because imagine getting to the ripe age of 20 and some god appears out of nowhere who you've apparently already grown up with, fell in love with, and apparently knows who you are more than you know yourself. it definitely isn't easy.

but, of course she definitely believes him. she's always grown up a bit different from the other kids in her town. how her parents farm flourishes when she's happy, the storm clouds that appear when she's upset. 

i also think their first time is spent in the barn. her parents are out of town at the bar, maybe dancing or with friends, and the two of them spend some much needed alone time. he probably wants to wait, but she's so fiercely adamant on having sex. he makes his robe appear on the floor like a blanket. it's very peaceful, a little unpractical and messy, but perfect for victoria.

i don't think she responds to sigyn though. if loki were to call her that, she probably wouldn't realize he was talking to her.

she's big on laughing during sex for some reason. i can just imagine he's saying the dirtiest freakist thing's and she's just giggling quietly and she interrupts him to say "you're talking funny." and loki is like... how are you smiling and having a good time? i'm so deep inside you i can hardly think, much less laugh.

if he's ever hurt, all he needs is one touch and she collects his pain and helps him heal really fast.

i think they both ride horses a lot. just up and down the trails, racing, stopping at creaks to play in the water and hydrate their horses. 

victoria is like the definition of a house wife, but not in a bad way. she's just so calm and collected and motherly. she gives a lot of 'mother nature' vibes i'm feeling.

she's big on thing's like learning and traveling and reading

i don't think their sex life is as freaky as clint and evie cause they're freak masters, but i think they have a more sensual relationship that tends to be on the fun or risky side. unconventional places that you wouldn't normally think of having sex. 

she hums songs that are asgardian, but obviously she doesn't remember. she'll be picking apples in the summer, and loki's just standing to the side watching (he doesn't do mortal work, plus he likes a show) and she'll be wearing one of her pretty white linen dresses and she'll whistle or hum a tune from a song and loki will just stop and stare (some more) and ask if she knew what song she was singing. she'd be like "well no, i made it up silly!" all happy and giddy that he likes her song and he's like "no darling, that's an asgardian song." won't keep her from humming the tune though.

she makes him put jeans on, and makes him help her father all the time. if thor ever hears about loki doing dishes, or feeding the animals, he'll make fun of him for decades. 

all the time loki suggests that they both go home and let victoria have her old life back, but she doesn't really want her old life back. sure, it'd be nice to remember her real mother or father, and all the stories loki tells her, but it's not her life anymore. she cares about her step mother & father too much. plus, they're getting older in age and she needs to make sure the farm goes to next best family. 

the last time i wrote these headcannons was last month (march) so if i haven't said it already, she's the most southern person ever. adores sweet tea, huge southern accent, says 'bless your heart', fans herself, loves a porch swing.

these can also be translated into who she was back in her asgardian time. huge on herbal teas, her sarcasm loki had first fallen in love with. her asgardian posh accent, big dramatic fans.

loki falling in love with sigyn and loki falling in love with victoria are two different people, but with the same face. sigyn was a lot more posh, regal, but quiet, well mannered and then victoria lets her mud caked boots on her clean white bed sheets cause "there's a washer and a dryer for a reason!"

HUGE on dolly parton and old rock/country songs that you only hear on radios when you're driving through the middle of nowhere, and the radio only works on that station for some reason. whatever genre that is, she loves it.

aside from horses, she also has a big connection to birds, mostly hummingbirds. she just thinks they're so pretty and graceful, all shining in a wide variety of colors and it attracts her in.

i think victoria can get lost in her own head a bit. growing up lonely, she relied on solely herself for entertainment, so she creates her own little fairy tales in her mind to help her get through the day. 

she journals a lot, has a box full of old journals stuffed full of polaroid photos she's taken throughout her life.

she likes writing letters to people too, outside of journaling. she doesn't really send them out or give them to people, she just keeps them locked away in a treasure box. it's more for her own memories than anything else.

after loki came around, she had dreams about her past life. their first kiss, their first conversation, when they first met. it happens in flashes, but her memory's slowly piece together with time. she doesn't tell loki though, he just knows. she'll bring up something random like his favorite asgardian book and he'll look at her like "how did you know that?"

her bedroom is probably pretty minimalistic as well as her clothing style. it's just cute dresses, jeans, flowy clothes. i think she likes music and dancing around and the flowy clothing makes her feel like a princess

this is a lot shorter than the other ones but i have no idea what else to say. I also just like completely forgot i finished this oops.