#looking at it now and. it's not! it is. pretty wild that they did this season this way

[222anderson]

21. I went to the hospital once in 2022 and had to go to the psych ward right after (take a wild guess what i did to get there😭)

22. I’ve never actually gotten in trouble with the police but i have been stopped by Spencer’s employees because they thought i stole pins from them which i DIDNT. (I stole them from hot topic)

23. I’ve met Adassa! She’s the woman who played Dolores Madrigal in Encanto, and I met her at a con :) My mom also was on a zoom call with Nick Jonas but I didn’t nt really have anything to do with that😔

24. Honestly I love showers but if I could, I would take baths everyday like constantly. If I had a big and pretty bath tub I don’t think I would ever get out of it!

25. Flesh colored (no sock☹️)

26. I have 4.3k followers on TikTok so i��m basically famous right now (heheheheh)

27. Yes and no☹️ I want to be friends with famous people and I want to have people know me and make edits of me and like me and be my friend but I also don’t want anyone to look at me ever don’t look at me go AWAY

28. Whatever you call Sufjan Stevens, Ethel Cain, and Adrienne Lenker (i also love pop songs from like the 2000s and 2010s) and I really love everything, but the only country i’ll listen to is Dolly Parton

29. Does a bath count☹️

30. A whole bunch and then one special pillow that is shaped kinda like a person if you know what I’m talking about (like it has two arm rest things sticking out the side) I BRING IT EVERYWHERE i love my special pillow

31. Usually with my head on the “chest” of my special pillow and like my body all sprawled out

32. My mom’s duplex is not super small but it is cozy, and my dad’s house is a good sized single family home. It’s pretty average i think, not too big, not too small.

33. I don’t eat breakfast a whole lot, but i usually have eggs and some other protein with a LOT of hot sauce its so yummy

34. No i have not. I don’t really like guns but I should know at least how to shoot one if I need to (I really hate guns💔)

35. Nope! It looks cool but I don’t think it’s for me.

36. Melancholy (I’m not trying to be edgy I just think it’s a pretty word)

37. BITCH BITCH BITCH BITCH BITCH BITCH BTICH BTICH BITCH BITCH

38. Like 2 days I think (maybe 60 hours)

39. I have a bunch of scars from mosquito bites and random scrapes and scratches from my kitties (and others on my arms but shhhhhhhh we don’t need to talk about those shh)

40. If I have, they’ve never told me or anything😔

Get To Know Me Uncomfortably Well

PLEASE DON’T LET THIS FLOP AHHHH

1. What is you middle name? 2. How old are you? 3. When is your birthday? 4. What is your zodiac sign? 5. What is your favorite color? 6. What’s your lucky number? 7. Do you have any pets? 8. Where are you from? 9. How tall are you? 10. What shoe size are you? 11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? 12. What was your last dream about? 13. What talents do you have? 14. Are you psychic in any way? 15. Favorite song? 16. Favorite movie? 17. Who would be your ideal partner? 18. Do you want children? 19. Do you want a church wedding? 20. Are you religious? 21. Have you ever been to the hospital? 22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? 23. Have you ever met any celebrities? 24. Baths or showers? 25. What color socks are you wearing? 26. Have you ever been famous? 27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? 28. What type of music do you like? 29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? 30. How many pillows do you sleep with? 31. What position do you usually sleep in? 32. How big is your house? 33. What do you typically have for breakfast? 34. Have you ever fired a gun? 35. Have you ever tried archery? 36. Favorite clean word? 37. Favorite swear word? 38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? 39. Do you have any scars? 40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? 41. Are you a good liar? 42. Are you a good judge of character? 43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? 44. Do you have a strong accent? 45. What is your favorite accent? 46. What is your personality type? 47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? 48. Can you curl your tongue? 49. Are you an innie or an outie? 50. Left or right handed? 51. Are you scared of spiders? 52. Favorite food? 53. Favorite foreign food? 54. Are you a clean or messy person? 55. Most used phrased? 56. Most used word? 57. How long does it take for you to get ready? 58. Do you have much of an ego? 59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? 60. Do you talk to yourself? 61. Do you sing to yourself? 62. Are you a good singer? 63. Biggest Fear? 64. Are you a gossip? 65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? 66. Do you like long or short hair? 67. Can you name all 50 states of America? 68. Favorite school subject? 69. Extrovert or Introvert? 70. Have you ever been scuba diving? 71. What makes you nervous? 72. Are you scared of the dark? 73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? 74. Are you ticklish? 75. Have you ever started a rumor? 76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? 77. Have you ever drank underage? 78. Have you ever done drugs? 79. Who was your first real crush? 80. How many piercings do you have? 81. Can you roll your Rs?“ 82. How fast can you type? 83. How fast can you run? 84. What color is your hair? 85. What color is your eyes? 86. What are you allergic to? 87. Do you keep a journal? 88. What do your parents do? 89. Do you like your age? 90. What makes you angry? 91. Do you like your own name? 92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? 93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? 94. What are you strengths? 95. What are your weaknesses? 96. How did you get your name? 97. Were your ancestors royalty? 98. Do you have any scars? 99. Color of your bedspread? 100. Color of your room?

[casuallivi]

The Midnight Kiss

Enjoy. Comments are welcomed and cherished :)

Part 10: Raise your hand if you have ever been personally victimized by Regina George

Her leg shock with anxiety the entire uber ride to the airport, the noises of the big city doing nothing to drown the variety of wild imaginative scenarios her mind had been creating since leaving Azriel and his ex to have a cozy one-o-one. Elain hadn’t been able to get a hold of her boyfriend for the last three days – that is, if he still was even her boyfriend. A loud groan escaped her at the same time the driver did a sharp stop to avoid crashing in the car in front of them. She checked her wrist watch. Damn it, she was late, late! It was just her luck forgetting to plug her phone the night before a trip. Elain needed to get a grip and take her head out of the clouds! She was a mess since Friday.

When the drop dead gorgeous woman Azriel refused to call and ex had rolled up at Marinos on Friday, Elain idiot-self thought it was a good idea to give them a bit of space. After leaving the conference room, Elain waited in the lobby for about an hour before hunger was clawing her insides like a wild beast. She texted Az to let him know she would be at the Wendy’s across the street and ordered two meal sets for the both of them. Elain ate her food, scrolled on the gram, munched his fries, sipped his watered down drink, scrolled some more, and nothing. By the time the employees began to stack the chairs and give her pointed looks, she apologized for the delay and left, Azriel having successfully ignored her texts and calls for the last three hours, the last bit of hope of finding him getting blow like yesterday’s birthday candle when she returned to the building and didn’t find his car in the parking lot.

Her attentive and sensitive about priory agreed upon engagements boyfriend left her behind when they were supposed to go on a date, a date consisting of delicious homemade food and Elain finally meeting Azriel’s place. Was it her fault for leaving first? Hadn’t he read her text about Wendy’s? Was he mad that she decided to eat without him? Or was it because he had someone else to take home today? Someone whose importance span in the many years from his youth to adulthood? Someone who refused to properly date him but had no qualms in reaping the fruits of his adoring affection.

Sniffing in bed and stress-eating his now cold triple baconburger, Elain could not help but feel like the development of the night was her fault. Christ, why couldn’t she be like those obsessive girlfriends who would not aloud their boyfriends to set a foot away from them, especially when pretty women were in the vicinity? Damn her and her stupid confidence in their individual boundaries and trust in their relationship. Screw that, Elain was going full toxic next time! Yeah, maybe like that she would not be here mopping and wondering about what the heck had happened to Azriel. 

And speaking of Azriel…. The more the thought about, the more she grew mad at him! No matter what he had to discuss with blondie, she was sure it wasn’t so long he could not spare a minute to text or call her, let her know he would not take her home. One last frustrated bite to his sandwich and Elain decided that yes, Azriel should be the receiver of her anger, not herself. She decided then and there that she would not be calling him. Azriel should be the one calling her and giving a good explanation for prioritizing the wrong lady in the equation. Yes, she would not forgive him for leaving her behind without some good groveling.

In the end, her resilience amounted to almost nothing. As Saturday came and went without a single smoke signal or nothing, her resentment turned to concern. Was Azriel okay? Had something truly bad happened to him? Did blondie finished stabbing his heart and ripping it out of his chest? Or worse, did blondie managed to crawl back into his heart?  Had they gone back together and now Azriel didn't know how to dump Elain’s ass? Sweet lord in heaven, was he gonna fire her now that he was back in the arms of the prettier match? Oh no, her rent was due in one week, how was Elain supposed to afford rent now? What about the new sofa she ordered online?! Her back could only handle so much sitting on the floor before collapsing, she needed this sofa! And what about their relationship? The relationship he said to mean for real! Was it just a long term joke? Was he now badmouthing her to his ex, kissing her slender neck and telling her all about Elain’s crazy new year’s eve agenda?

Jesus, kill me now.

By the time she stumbled into the airport, Elain was breathless, but she took little time to spot the familiar faces of Nuala and Miguel in the far end of their terminal.

“Angelita, aqui! This way!” Miguel waved her closer.

Elain waved back, ordering the wild inauspicious scenarios to go away.

“Girl, our boarding is about to begin.” Nuala reprehended.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, my alarm was off.” She apologized to her team members, finally noticing three small carry-ons neatly arranged beside a big bright fuchsia one, rolling her own dusk pink carry-on beside his, confusion evident in her raised brows.

Before she could ask any questions, a loud whistle resonated from behind her.

“Howdy, pumpkin! Should I be expecting milk anytime soon?”

Elain wondered if her cow print shirt was a bit much as she turned in the direction of Cassian’s familiar voice, the smile in his tone plastered all over his face as he pretended to throw a lasso at her. For the first time since she meet him, Elain felt no urge to rebuke Cass, his ever present smirk making her mildly annoyed instead of flushed. First of all, what was he doing here? Then her eyes drifted to the one waltzing behind him and her stomach dropped, her face heating from a different emotion entirely. 

Elain flushed, her short washed-jeans overall and dark brown boots seeming like the silliest outfit of the world in comparison to Morrigan deep purple off-shoulder dress, her elegant neck and collarbone in perfectly display for the world to admire. Fabric flow effortlessly all the way to her ankles, the long sleeves giving the piece a regal feeling, the material so delicate one could see glimpses of her marble skin beneath it, the click of her heels making sure she was real and not a fruit of Elain’s imagination.

Nuala took a step near her friend and kicked her shin, mouthing “close your mouth”. Elain pretended to clean the sweat in her open lip and closed he mouth, which was literally hanging open.

Cassian caught her staring and grinned, thinking she was looking at him and not past him. “The girlfriend is here at last, I thought you were both ditching us.”

Cassian was talking again but Elain wasn’t hearing a word, eyes going back and forth between him and the silent Morrigan who matched his step without a word, the hem of her dress sweeping the floor dramatically. Morrigan’s cunning eyes were covered by a pair of expensive sunglasses but Elain was sure she was looking at her too, her head bobbing slightly up and down as she appraised her love rival.

Christ, why was she wearing that in the airport? Every time Elain encountered this woman she was left feeling underdress when she was the overdressed one! Cassian, on the other hand, looked like he was ready for a vacation, sporting a hawaiian shirt, khaki shorts and flip flops

“Where's Marino?” Elain asked no one in particular.

Miguel frowned.

“Isn’t he with you?”

“Mhm,” Nuala agreed. “His phone is off, we thought he was with you.”

“No, he’s not with me.” If Elain wasn’t already breathless from all her running, she would be turning breathless now. Azriel was never late. Never. “He was supposed to be here. He’s always the first one in.”

Elain picked her phone and dialed his number, stopping when she remembered he had not answered her once in the last days.

“Call him.” She asked Cassian.

“Already did. No sign at the strip club. Underground rooms and all that.”

Elain rolled her eyes, mustering courage to call him herself.

“That’s not funny Cass, something could have happened to him. And why are you here again?”

“Wow Lainy, no need to be so thrilled to have me.” Cassian raised a hand to his heart, pretending to be heart.

Elain ignored him, her eyes scanning the airport.

“Where are you Az…” she muttered, more to herself than anyone else.

“Relax, he’ll show. He must have lost track of time styling his hair or some shit.”

Now see, at any other moment his jab might have been funny, but have Cassian making fun of Azriel while she was seriously worried about him was starting to piss her off. Elain glared at him, imagining herself tugging his stupid ponytail until he came to his senses. His brother was missing and he was wasting time being sarcastic! The line rang till it died in her ear, Elain rubbing her face before calling Azriel again. All this radio silence was really worrying her now. What if he got in to an accident and none of them knew about it? What if his body has been laying cold in a morgue since friday?

Sweat dripped down her armpit and Elain fanned herself with her free hand. It was hot or was it her? Elain was about to shove her pride where the sun didn’t reach and ask Morrigan when was the last time she saw Az when something caught the corner of her eye.

Slowly, she lowered her phone, zooming in the missing man making his way through the crowded space, shoulders hunched and dragging his luggage as one does to a body, a cartoonish dark cloud shooting lightnings straight to his head and making the air denser. Elain rubbed her eyes, trying to rid herself of the illusion her anxious mind had casted, but the vision did not fade. In fact, the vision nodded at Nuala’s frenetic waving hand crisscrossing bodies till he was standing in front of her.

This man couldn’t be…. Could he?

No, no. No way he would leave the house like that.

Would he?

Elain’s eyes lowered to his left hand, quickly spotting the signet ring with a gracious M he always wore on his pinky. A twin to his brother’s ring. A Marino heirloom gifted to them by their mother before she passed away. 

Oh. My. God.

This disheveled man was Azriel!

And Azriel was wearing… he was wearing….

Elain’s eyes were nearly popping out of their sockets, because Azriel was wearing sweatpants! Dear lord, the man was wearing sweatpants. Sweatpants! And it didn’t match the hoodie either! Cold shivers ran down her body, and Elain could swear somewhere outside thunderstorm was brewing, even though the sun had nearly burned her alive once she was of her uber.

There he was. The man who had not so friendly ghosted her harder than Casper, the man who she had never seen sporting anything below a business casual look, the man who wore a suit even to a goddamn get along in Cerridwen rooftop, that same man was now wearing a mismatched combo of purple sweatpants and the most hideous orange hoodie Elain had ever seen. His usually perfectly cut and stylished hair was messy and sticking out from beneath a worn-out cap, a pair of vintage sunglasses covering half his face, the other half gone under the shadow of a beard that had no business looking that good in such a mess of a man. Elain didn’t even know he could grow a beard!

“Are you okay?” she asked quietly, unable to hide her concern, only to regret 0.5 seconds later when he completely ignored her.

Sharp hazel eyes popped over the rim of his black sunglasses, apparently counting the staff members till he spotted two who made him squint.

“What are you doing?” he said, his voice low and tight.

Elain followed his line of sight, her eyes meeting Cassian’s, who was now seated and chewing gum. He winked at her, spreading his legs further apart in a move that would have Elain gulping not too long ago.

“Waiting for you,” he said simple. Elain didn’t know if he was oblivious to Azriel’s agitated state of if he was pretending to be. “As is everyone else. You know, nowadays we have this amazing device called ‘watch’. You should get one.”

“Why are you here, Cassian?” Azriel rephrased impatiently. 

“Isn’t this a business trip? I’m here to do business.”

“I don’t need you here. I don’t want you here.”

Elain, Nuala and Miguel exchanged looks. The photoshoot trip was originally scheduled for the four of them, and the models would arrive on set on the next day. Except, earlier that morning Miguel received a call from Cassian asking which flight they were taking, and when he arrived at the airport Miguel spotted Cassian chatting with Morrigan, who was dressed in Valentino from head to toe and doing a marvelous job ignoring his good morning.

“Don’t worry, resting bitch face is her best angle.”  Cassian laughed it off

Miguel couldn’t mention any of this now with all that tension in the air, but the group sure would be debriefing everything later.

“Can you take anything seriously?”

“I take many things seriously,” Cassian said, feigning offense. “Like this,” he gestured to himself. “You don’t just wake up looking this good. It takes effort, discipline—”

“Cassian!” Azriel cut him, his bad mood turning worse. “I’m not playing with you.”

Cassian’s teasing expression faltered for a moment, something almost thoughtful flickering in his eyes. Fixing the imaginary wrinkles of his Hawaiian tee, Cassian stood, the mirth she was used to seeing in his eyes nowhere to be found.

“Weren’t you the one whining about being understaffed? Well, I brought you a staff,” he pointed at himself, “a fucking expensive one. And a model too,” he pointed at Morrigan. “You are welcome. Now stop being a little bitch and let’s get going before we miss our flight, huh?!”

Azriel’s jaw tightened. “I don’t need your help.”

Then his gaze shifted to Morrigan. The other woman who Azriel didn’t acknowledge since his arrival hadn’t take her eyes of him for a second, making Elain’s imagination fertile again. “And I definitely don’t need hers.”

Cassian shrugged. “Well, tough shit. My presence is hella expensive, but I choose to be here, so stop being an ungrateful little bitch and enjoy the free ride.”

Cassian tapped his brother’s chest, collecting his and Morrigan’s suitcases before moving to the front gate, Nuala and Miguel awkwardly glancing between the brothers before following him, Elain staying behind with Azriel, who had yet to look at her.

Elain knew this wasn’t good time to question him, but all this anxiety and tension was driving her mad! She had to ask at least one question, one miserable question that was eating her mind away.

“Are you okay?” she asked again.

“I’m fine.” He answered annoyed, stalking ahead without her.

Oh, hell no. She had been worried sick about him and that's how he was treating her?

That rude son of a–

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The plane touched down in the small, sleepy town of Redhaven just as the last of the evening turned into night. The airport was barely a blip on the map, the kind of place where the ticket counter doubled as a café and announcements were shouted left and right. Soon as they landed, Miguel went on a mission to exchange their rented car for a minivan to fit everybody, Azriel snatching the keys the second he was back.

“Sit on the front.” He ordered the male that wasn’t his relative.

He’s avoiding me again, Elain thought glaring at the back of his head, childish idiot.

Azriel had not sat beside her in the airplane ride either. At least he had not sat with the model, who he seemed intent in ignoring as much as he was avoiding Elain.

Elain slid into the middle row next to Nuala, who gave her a questioning look but said nothing. Elain fastened her seatbelt, reading herself for another round of brooding silence, Cassian and Morrigan occupying the last row, each one lost in their own phone.

In the plane Azriel sat at an aisle seat with other unknown passengers and stared at his laptop the entire time, boring stupid excel sheets covering the screen. Now, he drove with the same laser focus, his hands gripping the steering wheel like it might shatter if he let go.

Elain starred at the back of his head, feeling divided between knowing what the hell was he was thinking or beating his ass for daring to treat her like this. Hell would be damn if she ever approached him again after he shut her down in the airport. At this rhythm her dating life would burn out quick as it began, once again woven by the whims of Azriel Marino.   

At that moment her stomach growled. Loud. The awful noise filling the silent ride louder than the trumpets of the apocalypse. Finally, Azriel’s eyes meet hers through the rear mirror, the glint in them indecipherable.

“I’m hungry,” she said quietly.

“Me too.” Nuala complained.

Elain had skipped lunch in her hurry to the airport, and then her stomach was too unsettled to handle food, the horrid mood of their trip making her queasy inside. Azriel said nothing but Elain saw he readjusting the GPS, a cute roadside dinner appearing at their left ten minutes later.

The place was decent enough, bright neon lights casting a cheerful glow on the cracked parking lot. Azriel parked without a word, heading inside ahead of the group as if they weren’t even there. The diner’s interior was all checkered floors and red vinyl booths, the kind of nostalgic charm that made her smile despite her awful driver.

The group moved in direction of a corner booth, Azriel going to the counter, Morrigan lingering near the jukebox, her sunglasses now perched on her head. Elain ignored them all and headed to the bathroom, the queasiness in her belly now turned into a full on stomachache. Her stomach had always been sensitive to her emotions, and today they were out of control!

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Elain was embarrassed to admit she spent a little more time than necessary inside the bathroom stall. Freaking automatic flushing! Why couldn’t bathroom be manual and easy to use? Not trusting machines, she passed her hand over the sensor one last time, not very ecologic of her part, but she could help it. Enough! She should return to her table before all the food was gone.

Elain exited the stall humming, but stomach ache nearly returned in full when she recognized the tall blonde in a shimmering gown by the sink, using her fingers to comb her perfectly flattened sunny hair.

Her eyes snapped to Elain’s reflection in the mirror, a glimmer of recognition passing behind them. Elain turned the faucet on feeling self-conscious, the model broke the silence first.

“You again. Azzy’s assistant.” She emphasized the last word with a tone meant to make Elain feel inferior.

“His photographer.” Elain corrected politely, making sure to edge her voice as well.

Normally Elain would have no problem being mistaken by Karen, Azriel’s real assistant. Being her boss’ assistant was not for the faint of heart, and the small brunet held their office record of the person who Azriel took the longest to make cry. Elain didn’t last a week. Let that be known that she cried from frustration! Still, a measly week. And what was it with the sudden nickname drop? This whole Azzy stuff was an awful nickname and she would really appreciate if people stopped calling him that.

“That must have hurt.” Elain turned to the model to find her eyes cast down as she stared at the faded scars running the length of her knee. Her lips creased, grossed out by it.

“Yeah,” she said unsure of how to react.

“I barely noticed your limp.”

“I don’t have one." Okay, was she imagining it, or was this woman deliberately trying to be rude? "Recovered completely in physiotherapy.”

Elain soaped her hands quicker, her gut urging her to get the hell out of this bathroom.

“A word of advice?” Morrigan didn’t wait for an answer, her acid words pouring like lava from an erupting volcano. “Try some pants next time. Or at least a piece of clothing that covers everything that needs to be covered.”

Nope, not imagining.

“Excuse me?”

Hard brown eyes did a slow inventory of Elain’s body, grimacing at her clothes. Elain looked down on herself to see nothing wrong with her outfit. She was dressed appropriately and comfortable for a day long trip. Her clothes were clean and smelling good, but Morrigan’s nose wrinkling made it seem like she was cow shit on the road.

“Is there a problem with my clothes?”

“Your taste is… peculiar.” Morrigan produced a lipstick from her mini purse, applying a new coat of bright cherry red as if she had all the time in the world. “It’s fine, tho. We both know you won’t keep dressing like that for much long.”

Elain frowned. “I won’t?”

“Did he sleep with you?” The question was unexpected, spoken with brazen confidence and catching Elain out of guard, whose face turned fifty shades of red. Morrigan’s mirror reflection smirked with bright red lips. "I knew it. I knew he didn't."

"Who say we didn't?"

"You didn't." She says with conviction. "You think this is the first time this happens? The first time he uses other women to make me jealous? It isn't. But he never crossed the line, never sleeps with them, and he never will. He wouldn't hurt me like that."

Elain could barely contain her shock. Hurt her? For fuck sakes she's dating his fucking brother!

“Right now you are trying really hard to make a man way above your league to look at you, that's how I know you won't be dressing like this for long. Azriel might be giving you time of his day now, but that man is obsessed with fashion, style, elegance, to reach his standard would require some drastic upgrade form your part. I would recommend pitch black tights if you are so set on showing your legs around.”

Elain was rendered speechless, not believing those absurd words were coming from a person’s mouth. Wait a minute. Did a grown ass woman really just tried to make her feel ashamed of herself, for having a scar, in the bathroom of a roadside dinner? Laughter escaped her shocked lips.

Who did this girl think she was? Some Dollar Tree version of Regina George? What the hell was going on! Elain couldn’t contain herself any longer. She refused to let people walk all over her in this goddamn awful day.

Had Morrigan bothered to learn a bit about Elain before going on her insult rampant, she’d have known that Elain has two sisters, and if there’s one thing that growing in a house full of girls taught her, was how to keep her spirits up in a verbal sparing.

In order to bully a bully, you have to take what he hates the most and turn it against him. And right now, for whatever stupid reason she carved in her head, what Morrigan seemed to hate the most was Elain.

“Is this a prank? Is that your way to congratulate me and say, ‘Yey, we are basically sisters now!’?”

Mor carefully created persona soured, her megawatt smile dying down.

“Are you mad? Why would I be your sister?”

Now Elain smile was so real it hurt her cheeks. “Because we are dating brothers.” She pointed to the shocked blonde, “you dating Cass,” then to herself, “me dating Azzy. That makes us sis-ters. We even look alike.” Elain beamed, clapping her hands excitedly.

Morrigan face turned green like she was about to be sick.

“I look nothing like you!” she raged.

“Oh, but you do. Brown eyes, golden hair, lovely smiles. I was almost a model as well you know, but taking pictures is much more fulfilling.”

“You think you are funny?”

“I think your attempt to patronize me is pathetic.” Elain shook her hands hard enough to sprinkle Morrigan with water, the blonde squealing away from her. “By the way, it’s okay for me to have peculiar taste, Az is the one with good taste in our relationship. He's dating me after all."

Elain hummed drying her hands, Morrigan still glaring at her as someone who wanted to pick a fight. Elain was having none of that. She was way too strong to fight with this skinny idiot, one punch from her and half her teeth would be knocked out.

"Enjoy your night. I’ll tell Azzy you said hi.”

It was offical. This trip was the worst ever!

Once she was out of the bathroom and out of the blond’s sight, Elain took her phone and texted a quick message for her sister.

Nes, hypothetically, if I go to jail for aggravated assault will you bail me?

A minute later came her response. A short,

No.

Then,

Because I’d be locked beside you.

Then,

Who’s the bitch?

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I imagine Mor to dress something flashy and completely out of hand like this

[elyxir1zz]

★ — Between the lines - part 7

CW : meanie sevika, artist reader, hockey player vi and sevika, modern au, highschool shenanigans, cheating, sex, dark themes, love triangle, lesbians

A/N : raw raw or whatever lady gaga says

previous part Q&A

THE FOLLOW CHAPTER CONTAINS DEPICTIONS OF SELF HARM - YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Jinx slammed her locker shut with a frustrated thud, her eyes burning with anger. Across from her stood Vi, arms crossed, eyes narrowing as the two faced off. The hallway was full of chatter, students hustling to get to class, but for Jinx and Vi, the world around them had disappeared, consumed by the heated argument.

“You don’t tell me anything ever!” Jinx's voice was raw, a mix of hurt and frustration. Her hands trembled slightly as she shoved a book into her locker, not even bothering to organize it.

Vi scoffed, exasperated. “You’re being dramatic! It’s just a guy! Why do you care so much?!”

The noise of the hallway seemed to muffle their voices, making it feel as if they were the only two people in the world. Their words bounced back and forth, neither willing to give an inch.

“I don’t need you telling me how I feel!” Jinx snapped, her blue hair wild around her face. She held her head in her hands, her frustration mounting. “Just… leave me alone. Go to class, Vi. You’re the one who doesn’t get it!”

Vi's jaw tightened, eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and concern. “You’re pushing everyone away, Jinx. If you just talked to me—”

“Just go!” Jinx yelled, her voice cracking with emotion as she turned her back on Vi, not wanting to hear any more.

Vi stood there for a moment, her eyes softening before she stormed off, disappearing into the sea of students.

Jinx stood in the hallway, chest heaving, staring at the ground. She wasn’t sure if she was more mad at Vi, or at herself. Why did she even care so much about Vander? He wasn’t the problem.

A shift in the air made her look up. A boy was standing next to her, casually leaning against the lockers as if he had been there the entire time. He had a beanie perched on his head, his white hair sticking out beneath it, and a skateboard in his hand. His clothes were baggy and loose. But there was something about him—something calm that made Jinx’s usual chaos feel less overwhelming.

“What was that about?” His voice was light, curious, with just the right amount of humor to break the tension.

Jinx raised an eyebrow, taking him in. She hadn’t noticed him approach, and now that he was here, she wasn’t sure what to make of him. “Who are you?” She eyed him with a mixture of suspicion and curiosity.

“Ekko,” he replied with a grin, extending his hand. “And you’re… Jinx, right?”

She hesitated for a moment, still unsure of what to think. The name Ekko wasn’t one she’d heard before, but there was something strangely familiar about him. She glanced at his outstretched hand and then back at his face.

“Yeah, that’s me,” she said, shrugging as if it didn’t matter. She wasn’t in the mood to deal with new people, but there was something about this one that made her pause.

Ekko dropped his hand, sensing the tension still hanging in the air. “You don’t have to tell me what’s going on, but… looks like you could use someone to talk to. I’m a pretty good listener, if you need one.”

Jinx bit her lip, staring at him for a long moment, wondering if she could trust him with any of the mess swirling in her head. But instead of answering, she just gave a half-hearted laugh.

“I don’t need anyone,” she muttered under her breath, brushing past him. “I’m fine.”

Ekko didn’t move, watching her walk away. He didn’t try to stop her, but something about the way she walked—like she was running from something—struck a chord with him. He was used to people putting up walls, but it didn’t mean he had to stop trying to break through them.

For now, he just waited, knowing that sometimes, the best way to help someone was to give them space. But he had a feeling this wouldn’t be the last time their paths crossed.

You sit on the cold floor of your room, the small, quiet space feeling suffocating. Your fingers grip the lighter tightly, the metallic surface cool against your skin as you stare at the flame. The orange glow dances, hypnotic and soothing in its unpredictability. Slowly, you bring it down to the inside of your thigh, the heat growing more intense as the flame touches your skin. You grit your teeth and hold it there, feeling the sting spread beneath your flesh. A sharp hiss escapes your lips, but it’s not enough to pull you away. The pain somehow makes you feel more grounded, like it's the only thing that’s real in a world that feels like it's slipping away.

Tears well up in your eyes, but you try to blink them back, forcing yourself to focus on the burn, on the way it almost comforts you with its clarity. The rest of the world is muffled, distant, like you’re underwater. Your mind races with thoughts—overwhelming, chaotic, crashing over each other until they leave you breathless. You don’t know how long you’ve been sitting here, but you can feel the coldness of the floor creeping up your legs, and it seems to match the emptiness inside of you.

Then, suddenly, a voice says your name. Breaking the silence

The sound is sharp, pulling you out of your thoughts. Your heart leaps in your chest, and before you can even register what’s happening, the lighter slips from your hand and clatters to the ground. Sevika is standing there infront of your window. How did you not hear her? You stumble to your feet, panic rising in your throat as your eyes dart around the room. You search for an excuse, some way to cover up what’s just happened, but it’s impossible. Your shorts are barely long enough to hide the marks that still burn, faint red lines crisscrossing your skin. You try to pull them down, but it’s useless.

“What are you doing?” Sevika’s voice cuts through the air again, disbelief and concern written clearly across her face.

You freeze, the words caught in your throat. The room spins around you, the pressure of everything building until you can barely keep your balance.

“I—” You open your mouth, but nothing comes out. The panic floods you, too much to process all at once. Your chest tightens, and you feel like you can’t breathe. Every thought in your head is a whirlwind, and the overwhelming weight of it makes you dizzy.

“I’m sorry…” The apology escapes in a broken whisper, but it feels hollow. It doesn’t feel like it’s enough. You want to explain everything, but the words get lost somewhere between your throat and the wild storm inside you.

Before you can even react, the room tilts, and your legs buckle beneath you. You crash forward, falling toward the floor, but strong arms catch you midair. You shes sitting on her knees with you in her arms

“Shh, hey...” Sevika’s voice is softer now, almost like a protective barrier between you and the world outside. She steadies you, lifting you gently until you're pressed against her chest. You can feel her warmth, her steady breath, and it’s like you’ve been thrown a lifeline in the middle of a storm.

The weight of the moment hits you all at once, and the tears you’ve been holding back flood out. They streak down your face, soaking into the fabric of her jacket, but Sevika doesn’t flinch. She just holds you tighter. Her hands stroke your back slowly, rhythmically, grounding you.

“It’s okay,” she repeats, her voice low and soothing, like she’s trying to push away the darkness inside you. “You don’t have to say anything right now. Just breathe. We’ll figure it out.”

You nod slightly, your body shaking with quiet sobs that you can’t control. Each breath feels like a battle, but Sevika’s steady presence makes the storm inside you feel less suffocating.

She pulls back just slightly to look at you, her eyes soft but still filled with an unspoken understanding. “I’m not going anywhere,” she says firmly, like a promise. “But you don’t have to go through this alone.”

You swallow hard, the weight of her words sinking deep into you. It feels impossible, the idea of letting someone in, but in that moment, with Sevika’s arms around you, it seems like it might not be as impossible as it once felt.

She helps you sit back up, guiding you gently so you’re leaning against the bed. The room still spins, but you don’t feel so lost anymore. Her presence is a steady anchor, and you feel safer than you have in a long time.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Sevika asks quietly, sitting beside you, her hand resting gently on your shoulder. 

Your eyes waver, darting to the floor as your chest tightens with the weight of your words. “I’m… I’m gonna break up with Vi,” you murmur, your voice trembling. The air in the room feels heavier as the confession hangs between you, raw and vulnerable.

Sevika stays silent, her expression unreadable. She doesn’t ask why—she doesn’t need to. The reason feels almost tangible in the space between you two. It’s in the way your shoulders slump, in the unspoken guilt swirling in your eyes. She simply nods, her quiet acceptance grounding in a way you didn’t expect. “Okay,” she finally says, her voice steady but soft.

Your lips press into a thin line as you struggle to keep your emotions in check. Slowly, you lean your head against her shoulder, your body trembling ever so slightly. “And I hate myself,” you whisper, your voice breaking as the confession tumbles out.

For a moment, Sevika doesn’t respond. Then, her hand moves, hesitating briefly before resting gently on your knee. It’s a small gesture, but the warmth of her touch eases some of the ache in your chest. “Don’t,” she says quietly, her voice a low rumble. “You don’t deserve that.”

You close your eyes, letting the weight of her words settle over you. “I can’t help it,” you admit, your voice cracking as tears begin to sting at the corners of your eyes. “I feel like everything I’ve done is just… wrong. Like I keep ruining everything I touch.”

Sevika exhales, her shoulder shifting beneath your head as she leans back slightly, her hand still steady on your knee. “You’re not perfect. No one is,” she says, her tone firm but without judgment. “But hating yourself for it? That’s not gonna fix anything. It just makes it harder.”

You laugh bitterly, wiping at your eyes with the sleeve of your hoodie. “Easier said than done.”

“Yeah,” she agrees, her voice softening. “But you’ve already made the hardest choice. That’s a start.”

For the first time in what feels like forever, you let yourself exhale fully, the knot in your chest loosening ever so slightly. 

You both sit there in silence for a moment before she smirks and looks at you “want me to teach you how to use eyeliner?” she asked turning her head to look at you

You raise an eyebrow “i already know how to use eyeliner” you sigh

“Only cat eye” she teased as you look at her for a moment 

You both sit cross-legged on your bed, the soft hum of music playing in the background as Sevika gently holds your face. One hand steadies your chin while the other pulls down on your lower eyelid. “Stay still,” she mutters, focusing intently as the gel liner glides across your waterline.

“This hurts,” you whine, wincing slightly.

“Shh…” she hushes you, her voice low and steady, though there’s a hint of amusement tugging at her lips. With one final swipe, she pulls back, grabbing a handheld mirror from the nightstand and holding it up for you to see. “Alright, what do you think?” she asks, a proud smile on her face.

You blink a few times, adjusting to the look before letting out an exaggerated sigh. “You turned me emo,” you say, setting the mirror down on the bed dramatically.

Sevika laughs, the sound warm and genuine as she leans back on her hands. “And I thought you couldn’t get any hotter,” she teases, her lips curling into a smirk as her gaze lingers on you.

You roll your eyes but can’t help the small smile creeping onto your face. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Yeah, but you love it,” she says, her smirk softening into something more affectionate.

You shake your head with a laugh, nudging her playfully. “Maybe I do.”

You sigh, your gaze shifting away as your thoughts drift to the difficult conversation you’d need to have with Vi the next day. The weight of it presses on your chest, making it harder to meet Sevika’s eyes.

“Is it Violet?” Sevika asks, her tone calm but curious as she tilts her head slightly, studying you.

Your eyes widen in surprise, caught off guard by how easily she read your thoughts. “I don’t like that,” you mutter, shaking your head and letting out a nervous laugh.

“Hmm?” she hums, raising an eyebrow as if daring you to elaborate.

“That you can just do that,” you say, gesturing vaguely toward her. “That you can read me like a book.”

Sevika smirks, leaning back slightly as her gaze never leaves yours. “It’s not hard. You’ve got one of those faces—like everything you’re feeling is written all over it.”

You cross your arms defensively, half-pouting. “Yeah, well, maybe you’re just too observant.”

She chuckles softly, the sound low and warm. “Maybe. Or maybe I just pay attention to you.”

Her words make your stomach flip, and you groan dramatically, falling onto your back. The ceiling becomes your point of focus, a blank canvas for the whirlwind of thoughts in your head. Sevika lets out a quiet sigh and shifts, lying down beside you. She props her head up with her hand, her sharp gaze softening as she watches you.

“This is sad,” she mutters with a half-smile, a mix of teasing and genuine concern in her tone.

You huff, blowing a strand of hair out of your face. “Maybe I should just run away. Start a new life in New York or something. Disappear. Reinvent myself.”

Sevika snorts, her lips twitching into a smirk. “Can I come with? I’ll teach you how to ride my motorcycle."

You can’t help the faint grin tugging at your lips, though you try to hide it by turning onto your side to face her. Your pout returns, more playful this time. “You’d leave everything behind for that?”

she hesitated before speaking again. "id leave everything behind for you."

your face flushes as you try to recollect yourself. “You’re ridiculous,” you mumble, but the warmth in your voice betrays how much you appreciate the distraction.

“Yeah, but I made you smile, didn’t I?” Sevika points out, her smirk widening.

You roll your eyes but don’t argue. Instead, you reach out and poke her arm lightly. “You’d get bored. You’d miss bossing people around here.”

She chuckles, the sound low and comfortable. “Maybe. Or maybe I’d find new people to boss around in New York. Bigger city, bigger opportunities.”

Her casual tone makes you relax even further, and for a moment, the heaviness in your chest lifts. You study her face, the way the dim light casts soft shadows across her sharp features. “You’re really not worried about anything, are you?” you ask softly.

Her smirk falters for a brief second, replaced by something quieter. She doesn’t look away, though. “I’ve got my worries,” she admits. “But what’s the point of letting them ruin every moment?”

Her words settle over you like a blanket, warm and oddly comforting. You’re quiet for a moment before you sigh again. “Maybe running away wouldn’t be so bad, as long as you came with me.”

You had been rehearsing the words in your head all day, but somehow you still didn’t feel ready. Breaking up with Vi was going to hurt, no matter how you framed it. You hadn’t seen her all day, so now you were stuck doing it here—at her hockey game, of all places. To make matters worse, Sevika was here too. You could already feel the tension building before you’d even said a word.

As soon as Vi skated off the ice, her helmet tucked under her arm, you approached her. Your voice was shaky, but you managed to get the words out. “Can we talk?”

She wiped the sweat off her brow with a towel, looking at you with a mixture of curiosity and irritation. “Can it wait? I need to change.”

You nodded stiffly, your stomach churning as you stepped back. “I’ll meet you in the hallway.”

Now you were pacing, your footsteps echoing off the walls. Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest as you replayed every possible outcome of this conversation in your head. Could she sense something was off? Did she already know?

“Hey.”

Vi’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts. She stood in front of you, freshly changed and still wearing that air of confidence that used to make you feel safe but now felt suffocating.

You hesitated, taking a deep breath. “Um... this is really hard for me,” you started, your voice barely above a whisper.

Vi’s brows furrowed, and she tilted her head. “What’s going on? You’ve been acting weird.”

“I...” You swallowed, looking at the floor. “I think we need to break up.”

Her expression froze, the weight of your words sinking in. “What?” she asked, her tone sharp.

“I just... I don’t think this is working anymore. I—”

“You don’t think it’s working?” Vi cut you off, stepping closer. Her voice rose slightly, tinged with frustration. “You’re not even giving me a chance to fix whatever’s wrong!”

“It’s not something you can fix, Vi,” you said softly, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Bullshit,” she snapped, her hands clenched into fists. “You’re just throwing this away? After everything?”

Before you could respond, a familiar voice cut through the tension.

“Everything okay here?”

You turned to see Sevika leaning casually against the wall, her arms crossed, but her sharp eyes fixed on Vi. The air grew heavier in an instant.

Vi let out a bitter laugh, turning to face Sevika. “Of course you’d show up,” she sneered. “You’ve been circling like a vulture.”

“Funny,” Sevika shot back, her tone cold. “I wasn’t aware I needed your permission to exist.”

“This doesn’t concern you,” Vi snapped, stepping closer to Sevika now, her stance almost confrontational.

“It does when you’re making her uncomfortable,” Sevika said, jerking her head toward you.

You froze, caught between them as the tension crackled like a live wire.

Vi’s voice dropped, low and dangerous. “You think you’re some kind of hero? Stay out of this.”

Sevika straightened up, her calm demeanor slipping just enough to reveal the steel underneath. “You don’t get to talk to me about being a hero. Maybe if you’d been paying attention, they wouldn’t be breaking up with you in the first place.”

“Don’t you dare,” Vi growled, taking a step closer to Sevika. “You think you know everything, huh? You don’t know shit about us.”

“Maybe not,” Sevika said, her voice steady but sharp. “But I know enough to see when someone’s better off without you.”

“Stop!” you finally shouted, stepping between them. Both of them turned to you, their expressions equally intense. “This isn’t about either of you! It’s about me. And I’m done.”

Vi’s face softened for a moment, but the anger didn’t leave her eyes. “Fine,” she said through gritted teeth, her voice low and trembling. “Do whatever you want.”

She turned and walked away without another word, leaving you standing there with Sevika. You let out a shaky breath, the weight of the confrontation crashing down on you all at once.

Sevika placed a hand on your shoulder, her touch grounding you. “You okay?”

You nodded, though your chest still felt heavy. “Thanks,” you murmured.

“Don’t thank me,” she said, her voice quieter now. “Just... don’t let her guilt you into anything. You did the right thing.”

For the first time that night, you felt a flicker of relief. It wasn’t over yet, but at least now, you could finally start to breathe.

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BTS Tea Session

Disclaimer: No facts, all alleged, just interpreting the cards and messages I get.

Now that out the way. I got some wild messages here, so here you go, hope you enjoy, because I did enjoy this one, although some were a bit difficult to get through.

Jin

So, he is showing me some sort of pact that he can't back out of here. This helped him climb up the ladder and the pyramid. I feel if he backs out there will be some strong consequences, like it may not be good for him. It is like you may the deal, we got you to the top, no backing out. So, he's got to keep working. I see him being mentally tormented about it. He seems to get a lot his disposal, like things were giving to him. He was able to rise to fame, even though there were plenty of obstacles in his way to get there. Billie Eilish's Birds of a Feather is popping up looking at this page of cups, so not sure what that means.

I am just getting, you made the deal, you made your bed, lay in it. He is giving me that they have to appear like a family, be it with the members or the company. To be a family unit and stick together, no matter what. I feel he wants to peace out and ride into the sunset, but he is tied down. Jin gives me someone with a lot of pride and a bit of an ego, so there is a desire to win and defeat the odds or the people who doubt him, not sure what that means. There is this need to defeat them, could be the company and rise above them. He might cause some problems, maybe wanting to shake things up, break a bit of the foundation. He wants them to pay up and pay him fairly for his work. He wants things to be restructured or changed. I see him advocating for fair payments.

Okay, stopping there, not a bad start. I didn't see him giving me much tea, but interesting start. I don't see that as too wild, but maybe I get too numb to all of this by now. Also, he gave me a lot of what I expected. Moving on.

Suga

I see him being upset, frustrated, disappointed, nothing new with this one. I get a sense of betrayal here. I see him heavily focused on the negatives. I don't see him appreciating all the good and achievements he has. He just seems perpetually frustrated, hurt and angry, sounds like a Pisces, alright let me stop, love ya'll though. He has this will and courage to face any obstacle that stands in his way. There could be someone he wants to stand up too, could be a feminine, a powerful one. I see him wanting to cut out associations or connections he has had in the past. This may have helped him gain global success. I see him being pretty stressed, losing sleep over this, not sure what this is. It seems like he wants to start fresh and new, have a new beginning. I am getting starting from the bottom. I feel like he may regret some associations he may have had in the past. It could do with parties and drinking, like what I got with RM, he could of been involved with that as well. I keep getting 3, so it has to do with two other people.

I got 3 of swords, 3 of wands and 3 of cups, there is two people involved here, this had to do with some advancement to his career, could be people he has worked with. But he keeps giving me he wants to distance himself from that. I see him wanting to leave the idol world and all the this shit it contains. I am also seeing something about backpacking, like he may want a whole new life. Wipe the slate clean. I see him wanting to move in a different direction. I see him wanting to defend himself and speak up, but could lack confidence. He may not rather speak on things, or he won't share much information about what he wants to do. It could be with the company. He may act like he isn't aware of much but planning something. It seems he wants to claim his money, so they may be withholding money of his and he wants to claim it and take what is his, that is how I see these cards. I think I got something like this in his last reading, but can't remember, anyway, stopping here.

Okay, felt he would give me tea and he did.

Jhope

*sighs* Another one who wants Justice. He is showing things being hidden, kept in the dark, dark secrets. He is showing me he is aware of the bullshit, the cloud has lifted. I see him wanting information, could be gathering information, trying to formulate a plan. There could be information he wants to bring forward, how that manifest I don't know. I am not sure he likes whoever this KOP's is, probably their CEO, most likely him. He wants to dip as well. He just isn't satisfied serving him anymore, I just heard greedy mother f*ck** Sorry that made me laugh. I wanted more for the KOP's and low and behold, the hierophant flies out, who would guess lol He orchestrates everything, has so much damn control. I am so annoyed in this energy. I don't like him. He is so money hungry, like the man on the card has a coin around his damn neck! All he cares about is money, not them, not their emotions, not how depressed they are. I heard, you gave me all of this, this is how you repay me, that is the man in charge saying that I feel.

I need to take a shot every time this 2 of Cups pops up in these readings. Once again, wanting more clarification and that popped up. What is this with cups and contracts, what type of voodoo here they do lol It seem he lost sense of himself, his strength due to this connection, like they break your soul and spirit, not sure how else to take these cards, so sticking with that. Justice card coming out twice in different decks, so he wants balanced restored. I wonder if he will take this person to court, because I sense that, but not sure it will happen. Because Justice is about law and order and the courts, so hmm, let's stay tuned. Pulled more, but not really getting anything else, so moving on.

RM

Omg, he is showing me exactly what he gave me in his career reading. This man is consistent, so a lot of swords here, once again got the ace of swords. I feel this man is leaking information, I feel it, because he can't really share it publicly, also I hear feigning innocence, maybe acting like he doesn't know things, but this man has a lot of information. But with this King of Swords, he may share it, or he is confident in what he knows and the information he has. I see him having regrets of the past, maybe about how he upstarted his career. Also, not able to utilize his skills how he may have wanted. I see him wanting to end things, maybe cut people out. He doesn't want to work in this environment he is in or the people he works with. I just sense he feels there is dysfunction, like things don't work as well. I see him wanting creative freedom, a happier environment. It seems he pours a lot of himself into his work and poured a lot into the company and the group.

I see him reflecting a lot. I think this isolating period has helped him to reflect and see things better, or he gained clarity on the things he wasn't aware of. It seems he wants to take control of his life and to not be as controlled. I feel he is coming to his senses. Once again, seeing he wants to start fresh and also wipe the slate clean. It is like they distort your view of reality. I feel there are drinks they give to do that, he is showing me cups again, that make me think of drinks being offered to them. It is like they offer them drinks and they don't think anything of it, but it does something to their psyche, like weakens them somehow. And this feminine energy is highly involved. She is a strong presence in HYBE I see, because I see this energy in Enha and TXT as well. I pulled another card for this strength card and guess what, the hierophant popped up, can't make this up if I try, so it has to do with the company and powers that be. It is a way to keep them controlled and in line, that is how I see it.

Okay, always fascinating to see his point of view and what he has to say.

Jimin

All pretty much have similar stories, with some differences. There is a strong burning desire to seek Justice and get fair treatment for him. I see him wanting to take a stand against whoever he wants to seek Justice from. He seems the most poised to take action as he represents the KOW's, this is a person of action. I see a lot of aggression towards this person as well. I do see this carefree energy from him. This needs to keep things together though. Or wanting everyone to get alone. So, this Star card of the person naked, just reminds me of what I have gotten from him in the past, refer back to their thoughts on being an idol part 2, selling himself for the industry. It is like he poured all of his emotions, and he may not even have any for himself anymore. He is quite drained. I see him being at odds with someone, taking a stance, or I am getting he tries to stay neutral and not take a stance. I can see him being put on display, being a money maker for the company. I see something difficult happening to him in the past, could do with what I mentioned before, there is shame there, a difficulty to move past it or recover from it.

His thoughts and memories are tied to this traumatic event. I see him doing what he can to not go back to those memories, trying to distract, which is why he is struggling to heal from it. He hasn't moved on from it and it sticks with him to this day. He also gives me JB vibes, along with Jungkook. I asked for a clarifier for the KOW's wanted more there, got Death rv, The Lovers and the Ace of Pentacles, this gives me something that is unresolved, a type of contract or commitment he had to do, to make money or move ahead, probably sleeping with someone allegedly. I didn't get the Devil card though, so not sure it was anything toxic, or something he was completely forced to do, but may felt he needed to, asked for another clarifier and got 6 of pentacles rv, so this is where the unfairness plays, he feels he may have had an unfair payoff here.

So, I wanted a clarifier for the fool card I got as well, because wasn't sure what that was about and got the King and Queen of Cups, this is a pair here people. There are two people who may have duped him, but they put on a guise of being very emotional and loving and nurturing, but he was fooled. OMG, I got the message molly wop, ya'll I heard that phrase before, but had no clue what that really means, it means "When a grown man beats another grown man as if he were a girl under the age of 10. Getting mollywhopped is not a regular beatdown, but a beating where the victim is so physically or mentally incapable of fighting back they go down like a little bitch." that is horrible, did this couple do that wtf man, is this why he is so angry. Ya'll had to sit here for a second and process that. If this is true, that is horrible and fuck this couple. It is crazy that they show up as Cups, meaning they acted very loving to him to fool him. Now, the 10 of swords makes more sense, the person on the card has swords on their back and looks beaten and defeated, that card can be referring to this instance. So, that card is basically literal. So glad I clarified that card, but not really with the message I got.

Oh Jesus, this dude had been through it. I am sending him healing message. More and more I learn why he is so disconnected and split.

V

I am getting secrets, lies and deceits. Once again seeing he is observed, many things happening behind the scenes. I keep getting this fool card for all the members basically, a need to clean the slate for them. I see him also gaining clarity and gathering information. I see that he is showing he is no longer deluded. He is seeing things for what it is. He does seem like he may have all that he needs, but he is not really satisfied, or there is this need for him to escape. Alright, need clarifiers cause not getting much else here. I wanted a clarifier for the moon card, not sure if this KOP's is him, since he is a Capricorn or their CEO, but see it being more the CEO. I see him believing he has created obstacles and challenges for him. He may have gaslight him. Sold him fantasies. But now he realizes the truth. It is like once these idols go to the Military and step away from the nonsense, they start to realize the bullshit and guise they were under, now that they are away from it. It is like once they are not immersed in it. They see things for how it really is, because their influence over them isn't quite as strong. Because I see him being aware of the lies and deceit and confusion they may have created. It is like everything has come full circle. There is a new awareness he has now.

I needed clarifiers for this fool, and I am seeing he went through a similar situation as Jimin, he may not want to confront or address it though. I got the High Priestess, the 3 of wands, which means him and two others involved, this also shows me not able to move on or get out of a situation. I got the King of Wands rv, which can be very dominating, aggressive, even abusive energy, and guess what else popped up!, the couple, Queen and King of Cups, so yeah, they are involved here too, and I believe it was the Fool card for Jimin they popped up as well. I tried to get more on this couple as to why they keep popping up and they seem to be important to their advancement and they have to go through them to get the success that they have. It is like they have to put them in uncomfortable situations, but they start off being very kind and generous and loving to open them up to them. This still makes no sense to me. I also did hear mollywop again when I pulled the fool card, so yeah. I am not sure why that word had to pop up, but I guess the guides wanted to make a statement with that and felt that word was the best way to send that message.

He also stresses about the connection he has and pours his heart to them. He doesn't want things to crash and burn. He tends to get stuck in the middle of situations. He would like a solid base, or for things to be stable. There is some rebranding and restructuring he may need to do with his connections. I do get a sense people ask him for money a lot and he may have been pretty giving in the past, but he seems to be getting a bit more selfish and not giving as much anymore, which good for him if true. I see him wanting to distance from these people.

Healing vibes for him as well. I sense he may handle things a bit better than Jimin though.

Ya'll I better not see this couple again!

Jungkook

So, I don't see the couple, but do see the 2 of cups, could refer to them, but not sure. I can also see that as him possibly knocking someone up, so going to need clarifiers for this one. I got some cards that could indicate a baby and baby momma, the lovers, ace of cups, 6 of cups and the ace of wands, so yeah, that is a possibility, will we know publicly or not, who knows. Or how accurate this is, but cards are indicating a baby here. So, 6 of swords could indicate bad news coming out, he also got the judgment card in the clarifiers, could this come out? Not that I see it as bad news, but we know how fans can be and how that could affect his career, but I feel like it wouldn't though for some reason. I can't see that happening. Remember he got the tower and ace of wands in a mini reading I did before of him, he may shake the world with baby news lol I will be real I don't believe what this is showing me though. I refuse to believe he will come out with some baby news, maybe it is a collaboration of some sort, idk, but that is what the cards are telling me, so whatever, moving on.

Okay, let's get to these other cards. There is this will for him to face any challenge that goes his way. He has a strong fighter spirit. And will push over anyone who gets in his way. I see him pretty cautious when it comes to his career. I see him wanting to keep things secret and hidden. I say he holds on to his career, his assets and what he has obtained. He can be pretty selfish about it. I see him trying to heal and work through his past. I see him reflecting and trying to get in tuned with his emotions. It seems he will be working on what he has been through and trying to grow as a person. And maybe working on forgiving and having compassion for himself.

So, I also see this Empress as someone who may plant seeds or create rumors around him, so it could be rumors and not truth or be proven truth about a baby. I can see him being put in a difficult situation and his hands being tied, not sure what that means. It seems he wants to head in a new direction. He seems unsatisfied and bored with things. I feel he is someone who needs a challenge, needs excitement, so he may try to do something that brings that out of him. I keep seeing him want to revolutionize things, be innovative and bring excitement and change to things, not sure how that will manifest, but he got the ace of wands, queen of wands and king of wands, a lot of creative energy there. I am also seeing a big collab with him, maybe that is what I was picking up on with the 2 of cups and the empress card, so it could be just that, but the king and queen of wands is two big stars together, so this could be the shake up and excitement he brings. So yeah, going to stop. I find him very intriguing, but girlie needs to close this.

Okay, at first his seemed really wild, but the more I read into it, I could be seeing a collab coming, so that will be fun if true, wondering what that is about. But looking back I did get the 6 of cups and that is about children, unless he treats his creative work as children, and the 6 of swords gives me another story, so idk with this one. I'll guess we will see.

So yeah, this was this installment, it was pretty wild, what I expected. Hope you enjoyed this tea session.

[miriammctroi]

The Engagement Party

Jegulus Micro Fic

A year ago, Regulus had this mad idea of reconnecting with his older brother, who had broken with the family a decade ago. They had some good times, fought, talked, and even laughed on occasion. What he didn’t know at the time was that if one reconnected with their older brother, one was forced to attend their social gatherings.

So, now, he was standing quietly by a table, nipping on a drink, wondering when an appropriate amount of time had passed for me to leave without it looking weird.

He loved his brother Sirius, and his fiancé, Remus, was quite wonderful, truly. He just wasn’t good with the whole social thing.

Then there was the other thing. His brother had that obnoxious friend with the loud laugh and wild hair who was always part of these parties: James.

He was also set to be Sirius’s best man for the wedding – which was totally fine for Regulus! They’ve only just started speaking again and James has been in his life for, what, twenty years now? Without a ten-year break, at that. So, Regulus was totally okay with him being chosen as the best man instead. Totally.

James was holding a speech at the moment, reminiscing about childhood mischief with Sirius and how Remus brought out the best in him, bla, bla, bla. The crowd laughed with him. He told a dirty joke and smirked in that very annoying, unreasonably attractive, cocky witch's-weekly-cover way. In general, he wasn’t ugly. Everyone had dressed up for the engagement party: The girls were wearing knee-long, colourful dresses, the guys, button-ups and trousers which weren’t jeans. James had put on a red patterned waistcoat and dark trousers, which was altogether very respectable, except that the shirt underneath was too tight and the sleeves were rolled up, effectively showing off his gym-bro arms. He could probably pick Regulus up and toss him around if he wanted.

James told another joke and let his eyes roam through the room, halting near the table where he was standing. James winked. Regulus didn’t listen to the joke and had no idea what that was about. It didn’t matter anyway. He was just some pretentious idiot doing idiotic things.

James finally left the stage. Regulus checked the time on his phone. Another half hour and he could claim to be tired and go home.

“Hey,” James appeared next to me. He had the magazine-cover smirk again.

“Hello,” Regulus said.

“You didn’t laugh at my jokes.”

“You weren’t funny.”

He gasped and put a hand to his heart. “You wound me!”

Good. Regulus rolled his eyes at him.

“You look handsome today,” he said, ignoring Regulus's obvious attempt at killing the conversation.

“Same can’t be said about you. Your hair’s a mess, as always. You’re going to embarrass my brother at the altar.”

James ran a hand through his hair, making it even worse. There was no gel in it to keep it in place. It was probably soft and fluffy.

“You know? I like you, you’re funny.”

Huh? James smiled at him. Was he taking the piss? Or was he just being weird? From all he has seen so far, it could be either.

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re funny,” he insisted. “With the way you roll those pretty little eyes of yours, and so obviously fight making rude remarks to every other person you meet, except me.”

Regulus wasn't planning to start fights with all of his brother’s friends, so what? It wasn't his fault that most of his friends were utterly boring or wanted to test him by not so subtly stirring the conversation towards women's rights, people of colour, gays and trans people.

Did he just call his eyes pretty? Maybe it was another test.

James pointed at his glass. “Are you actually going to drink that or keep nipping on it like it’s broccoli juice?”

“I’m drinking.”

“Sure.” He winked at him and turned to the room. Someone else was holding a speech now, Fleamont Potter, if Regulus recognised him correctly. “I bet you’re drinking so slowly because in your mind, as soon as it’s empty at this rate, an appropriate amount of time has passed for you to leave.”

That might have been the first non-idiotic thing he had ever heard him say. Nevertheless, he prepared to deny everything.

“He won’t mind you leaving early, you know? He has told all of us that you hate crowds before we first met you, and not to read anything into it when you leave early.”

“I see. So, he wants me to leave?”

“No, not in the slightest. It’s his engagement party and he keeps looking over here. He’d rather have you at the table and talk to us.”

“Then, you want me to leave.”

James glanced at him with a smile, it was different than the obnoxious smirk from before. Dirtier, somehow. He had a dimple.

“What I want is for you to give me that glass so I can finish it, then take you out of here and back to my place, where I’ll very slowly and gently get you out of these clothes, put you on the bed and then do decidedly less gentle and slow things to you.”

Oh. Oh.

Regulus's eyes got distracted by James's neck, then his arms, down along the lines of the waistcoat.

Without further hesitation, he pushed his glass into his hands and walked away to tell his brother he'd be leaving soon.

[luvnanako]

Helping Jinx ✮⋆˙

Jinx x F! Reader (wlw, fluff)

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"Okay, toots, now… gimme that little thingy with the blue stripes on the bottom." Jinx's voice rings out with her usual playful energy as she points vaguely toward a cluttered pile of tools and parts. It’s that time of the week again—helping your girlfriend build her chaotic little gadgets. And by "helping," she mostly means handing her whatever she needs while she dives headfirst into her creative frenzy.

From crafting monkey bombs, guns, and grenades to making ridiculously impractical things like tiny glowing lights, weird belts, and other odd tripnkets, her workshop is always buzzing with activity. Of course, in typical Jinx fashion, she always manages to find time to whip up something just for you, too.

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You carefully pick up the item she asked for and place it on her crafting table with a soft thud. "Yeaah, that one!" she exclaims, tossing off her oversized goggles to give you a wide, mischievous grin. "Keep this up, and you might just earn some more kisses later," she adds, her tone dripping with her usual teasing charm.

You cross your arms, leaning casually against the table as you smirk at her. "What can I say? I'm a crafty one. At this rate, you might as well call me your most loyal servant," you reply, letting out a soft laugh and playfully winking at her.

Jinx picks up a pink marker from the side of her table, glancing at you with a mock serious expression. "Oh my god, what did you eat today? I think you might be sick, toots," she teases, sticking her tongue out as she starts doodling a little face on one of her monkey bombs.

"Yeah, well, I guess you’re just a bad influence on me," you quip back, laughing softly as you bump her shoulder.

Jinx gasps dramatically, placing a hand on her chest. "Who, me? Nuh-uh, I don’t know who you take me for, but I have nothing but an *amazing* influence on you." She finishes her drawing with a flourish, spinning the bomb around to show you. "What do you think? Pretty sweet, right?"

You lean in closer, pretending to examine her work critically. "Looks good, but maybe add a little heart on it," you suggest with a grin.

Without hesitation, Jinx grabs a blue marker and draws a small heart on the bomb, then scribbles both your initials inside it. "Voilà! Perfect now!" she declares, beaming with pride.

You can’t help but smile at her enthusiasm as you step behind her, wrapping your arms around her waist and resting your chin on her shoulder. "I wouldn’t actually mind getting bombed by this one," you say, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek and giggling.

Jinx chuckles, tilting her head back to look at you. "Be careful what you wish for," she says with a smirk, puckering her lips dramatically.

You roll your eyes but lean down to give her a quick peck. "Awhh, come on, toots, you can do better than that," she pouts, her lips curling into a playful little frown as she looks up at you with wide, cat-like eyes.

You let out a laugh, shaking your head. "You’re such a brat, you know that?"

"And you *love* it," she shoots back, grinning as she spins her chair around to face you, grabbing your hand to pull you closer.

Jinx pulls you closer until your knees bump into hers, her wild grin softening into something almost tender. "Admit it," she whispers, her voice dropping to a teasing murmur, "you'd be bored out of your mind without me."

You arch an eyebrow, smirking as you look down at her. "Oh, absolutely. My life would be so dull without the constant threat of explosions and chaos."

Jinx lets out a loud laugh, leaning back in her chair as she spins in a slow circle, arms out dramatically. "Exactly! I'm your spark, toots. Your chaos. Your muse!"

You shake your head, trying not to laugh as she grabs your hand mid-spin to stop herself. The motion pulls you closer until you’re standing between her legs. For a moment, the energy in the room shifts, the buzz of her gadgets and tools fading into the background.

Jinx looks up at you with a crooked smile, her fingers still loosely wrapped around yours. "You know," she says softly, "I don’t let just anyone into my workshop. You're kinda special."

Your chest tightens at her sudden sincerity, but you don’t let her get away with it too easily. "Special enough for you to put our initials on a bomb?" you tease, gesturing to the monkey bomb she decorated.

"Exactly," she replies with a wink. "That’s how you know it’s true love."

You laugh, shaking your head as you lean down to press your forehead against hers. "You’re impossible," you murmur, smiling.

"And you’re stuck with me," she counters, her voice light but filled with meaning.

"Yeah," you whisper, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "And I wouldn’t have it any other way."

Jinx's smirk grows, and before you can say anything else, she grabs the monkey bomb from the table, holding it up proudly. "Now let’s go see if this baby works!"

You groan, stepping back as she hops to her feet, her excitement practically vibrating off her. "I’m starting to rethink this whole 'helping you' thing," you say, but your smile betrays you.

"Too late, toots!" she calls over her shoulder, already bounding toward the door. "You’re in this with me now!"

And just like that, you find yourself chasing after her, laughing as she drags you into another whirlwind of chaos and invention—because that’s what life with Jinx is all about.

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A/N heyyyy I'm currently making Caitlyn vampire au 2nd part so I made this one as a little filler! I hope you enjoyed reading this and I'm so so sooo grateful for all the feedback!

[omo321]

I got Soh @arsquare's Kaishin bundle I won in a lottery last month 🤠

(on the second try that is, he was kind enough to send another copy bc the post office declined to give the first one to me bc I the parcel didn't specify my legal name :// whatever)

Whatever paper was used for the postcard, I love it (shiny in a nice subtle way) also Kaito is so cute here, I only now realized

I wonder if there's any practical sense to having business cards nowadays? anyways it's very pretty and now I DO wish more people had them. I'd be collecting....

I don't have any immediate use for the memo pad so I'm keeping it sealed but looks very good!

the art on the bookmark is amazing as I already have known, it is also more flexible than I thought, and the transparent effect is very nice! when i think about it, I probably prefer paper bookmarks, but it physically pains me whenever they get permanent creases, so plastic is safer that way... (also tassels give me a bit of an anxiety ever since since I used one I got as a gift from Urumqi students as a keychain and it fell apart lol...)

postcard and the book got a bit bent, nothing too serious but enough for me to side-eye our post service (for that, and stealing two of my zines now :/)

Soh was kind enough to add a drawing of fem Tsurumi for me too! (I went a bit insane for her for a month or two, here :DD) incredible <33

the quality of printing in the comic itself is really good, slightly glossy somehow? I haven't read manga in a while but I remember the paper being more plain/rough

can't even imagine the amount of effort that went into this comic, the kaishin santa origin story and three-month production period is wild. mad respect. I have so much respect for sequential artists in general.

I dont remember 1st edition well enough to spot differences but the art looks amazing… what's the word… crisp! crisp.

assorted story notes:

I remember reading it the first edition like "kaito in teitan? where's aoko :/" @ "AOKO!! :DD". she's merged with Ran here technically but it did feel like she played a role and wasn't only "Kaito's version of Ran", which I appreciated. ALSO I LOVE HOW SHE'S DRAWN SPECIFICALLY

progression of shinichi's faces after time reset is so funny :DD

SHIN BEING GHOSTED BY RAN AFTER CONFESSING… then choosing to be honest with her despite it…. Fire...

when I read the 1st edition, I found it not particularly shippy (I didn't know Soh doesn't ship it as that point, put it made sense in retrospect). Re-reading it, I see the romantic notes more clearly, but the sense of distance between them is also more obvious. that's kind of related to why the ship is loved, isn't it? It's easier for these two to be honest with each other who they barely know, rather than their lifetime friends, as far as canon goes. lol Aoko wasn't able to fix Kaito before and she won't fix him now...

[nordicfiord]

Do you have any other dynamics between the voices that you like,besides Cold and Contrarian?

Love your art,by the way,especially Contrarian!I love how soft and puffy he looks!

Ohhh, thanks for the question! And thanks for the kind words!! Have another Contrarian – he is pretty sure his friendship with anyone would be good!

it also would consist of bullying half the time but if everyone is content that it can lead to some of the best friendships out there!

And now… IT’S RUMBLING TIME!!

tldr: I am semi-interested in most dynamics, but am currently obsessed with just one. Crossovers and AUs make dynamics more fun for me to think about because of backgrounds.

So! Voices, huh? What a wild bunch.

I love those little guys. I love that mostly here at the stp fandom we are just interpreting them through our own lenses of understanding – through our own perspectives. It is very fitting, and it allows all of us to view these dynamics in many, many different situations.

Honestly, my brain is a mess. It is a giant cauldron, where everything at once is boiling and twisting and turning. That’s why everything is mixing up into lots of crossovers and weird ideas. 

Can I say that I like voices dynamics in canon? Sure! I like that one Adv-Fury route with Stubborn and Contrarian having the “I may not have a brain, gentlemen, but I have an idea” moment. I like that Hero tried to stand up for us in Cage and Paranoid helped Skeptic to insist on his solution by “physically” restraining him?? What a power move. Pretty much every interaction between voices is something interesting to think about, honestly.

But, uhh…

My brain just chose two random clowns and said “Them. I wanna rotate them.”

Honestly I don’t even know why he (my brain) did it. Maybe he just projected my favourite dynamic (clown and clown enabler). But I like other dynamics too??? Why not them???

Genuinely don’t know.

BUT!

Remember I talked about AUs, crossovers and stuff? Those are bigger dollhouses for my brain. There he can assign some dynamics to characters and watch them unfold.

Examples? Sure!

Skeptic being “the mom friend”. Originally it went from the need to have anyone that could control ContraColdChaos. But when I thought about putting voices in my old Steven Universe AU (I will talk about it here I swear it is just too much to unpack….), it all just made so much more sense. Because there Skeptic was the one responsible for revolution and leaving their home world, ended up on an unknown planet with some very troubled teammates (traumatised disabled leader, “I-died-so-many-times-I-can’t-be-stable” general, repeated killer of said general, army refugee and a high-quality spy) and he HAD to take responsibility and make sure nobody dies. Also that created a very interesting dynamic with Hero, because Hero is basically a young abused ruler who doesn’t believe he has any autonomy… and here Skeptic is, his subordinate, who literally is making all the decisions. Like, it’s clear that Skeptic cares and wants the best for Hero… but he is pretty much adding to a family emotional neglect.

And there’s more. Opportunist feeling like he owes Smitten for saving his life. Cold and Skeptic trying to process that they’ve killed and revived the very same person. Smitten being this person and trying to live a normal life with his murderer and resurrector in the same home.

I guess I just… Can’t operate inside of the canon universe with the little outside influence there is?

Maybe in my head-universe, when TLQ left, he left the voices a big fun playground, where they can put various masks and play many, many different stories. They need something to occupy their “forever” too, after all.

Anyway thanks if you’ve read this far!! I appreciate it, really. Sorry if it’s not uhh… organized? Like I said, my mind really is a mess, haha.

Have a nice day everyday!~

[oh-no-its-bird]

OH MY GOD NO BC I LOVE THIS???

Secretly just wolf summons Hatake... what did Tobirama do that made them like him so much? He somehow managed to tempted them into playing human for at least 3 generations (before presumably they got bored of it and fucked off)

There must have been any adjustment period for them to learn how to be human, and it must have been so fucking funny to see actually

I am picturing. Office scene.

Ok so picture this with me please:

Early Kohona. You are working in the newly established hokage tower. One of your new co workers is this Hatake guy.

Hes kind of weird, but it's whatever— a lot of clans, especially the animal ones have some quirks. You've heard the Hatake especially were a wild clan living the middle of nowhere Iron Country, super shit education, super isolated, super poor social skills. Apparently some of them can't even read.

You try to tell yourself it's whatever, and he really is nice— but he's also really fucking weird.

You've walked in on him eating out of a bowl by shoving his entire face into it and licking it clean like 10 times. Almost every single time he gives you a sort of deer in the headlights look and immediatley scrambles to use a spoon, holding it like he doesn't know how to use it.

You're pretty sure he keeps summoning his giant ass wolf summons in the office for some reason ??? You keep seeing flickers of fur, a tail flicking around the corner, that sort of thing.

(Your desk chair is apparently its favorite place to sleep because it's constantly covered in heavy grey fur. He denies it but looks guilty every time you bring it up. Once he even mumbled, "I dunno maybe you just smell nice to him." under his breath when you tried to shake an answer out of him. This did not endear him to you.)

He's an absolutely shit liar, especially for a shinobi. Whatever he thinks is usually written across his face in big, bold letters. It's almost like he has no control over his face at all, doesn't know how to still his expressions.

He keeps bringing you dead things, and at first you thought it was some sort of hazing ritual but now you're pretty sure it's supposed to be some sort of olive branch...? He once dumped an entire rabbit carcass on your desk. Your summons are rabbits. Obviously, you took this to be a threat.

After a week of nonstop stress, when you finally explained the misunderstanding to him, he looked only a little crushed.

Sorry I got a little carried away but like u get the picture. Early Kohona Hatake's being absoloutley awful at playing human but trying their best.

(Even tho that kind of ended up turning into a failed office romance au. Poor unnamed Hatake, u will never get the guy for they know what you are ((a freaky little weirdo))

ANYWAYS UMMM.

Sakumo being raised by Hatake who've already learned to play human (and being raised among actual humans) and being so much better at it

Then Kakashi doing the same but past another generation so he's even more distanced from being a real wolf

Actually funniest option: Sakumo dies like in canon and Kakashi, left alone, does actually believe he's a human boy. No one is here to tell him otherwise anymore.

Maybe it's a way to cope with his father's death, who knows

I think for this specific bit it'd be funny if the human disguise was a henge (that for some reason just can't be seen through, don't think ab it too hard)

Kakashi is LITERALLY a whole ass dog, the henge doesn't work on his own eyes, when he looks in the mirror he sees a dog. But he's just. Convinced he's a human boy. He is a human boy.

Kannabi bridge happens and Obito and him swap eyes but somehow because Dog(tm) Obito survived and goes back to Kohona with them.

But now because he and Kakashi exchanged eyes, he can see through the fucking henge. And he is losing his GODDAMN MIND !!!!

He thinks he's going insane at first.

Rin puts Kakashi's eye into his skull, and hes like, still under rocks or whatever. Rin is like "is it... working?"

And Obito coughs weakly and squints and looks up at her like "y-yeah, yeah I think—"

And theres just this record scratch as he suddenly notices the fluffy dog that's. Right there. Wearing Kakashi's uniform. With Obito's eye in his skull.

And Obito just cuts off abruptly, staring at Kakashi as he let's out a really high pitched "UM."

And then the dog speaks in Kakashi's voice and goes, "Obito, what's wrong?"

And Obito let's put an even louder, more high pitched, "U M ."

And now Rin is asking if he's ok too, looking super worried, but all Obito can blurt is,

"KAKASHI ??? WHY ARE YOU A DOG ?????"

Both Rin and Kakashi go silent, and then Kakashi, sounding genuinley distressed, is like, "Rin you were supposed to switch our eyes, not give him a lobotomy!!!"

Rin is putting her head in her hands starting to cry and going "ITS HARDER THAN IT LOOKS OK"

Anyways, they somehow get Obito knocked loose and return to Kohona and the entire fucking time Obito feels like he's going INSANE, but he's trying so hard not to comment on it bc Rin started crying ab how she'd made him crazy with her medical malpractice girlboss moment as Kakashi (dogkashi???) Looked as close to 'about to throw up' as a canine can look.

Anyways just. Obito losing his mind about Kakashi secretly being a fucking dog and Kakashi insisting he is a Normal Human Boy, he promises.

Every time someone has a crush on Kakashi or smthn Obito loses his mind even more bc theyre like "ohh he's so handsome...he's so mysterious..."

And Obito is like, head in his hands "he's a DOG he's an actual literal DOG"

He's given up trying to tell people this bc they either think he's crazy, trying to insult Kakashi somehow, or are like "ahaha yeah that dog lmao, what a man" (which is somehow the most upsetting result for Obito)

Obito confronts Kakashi multiple times and usually comes out of the conversation w Kakashi going some flavor of "do u hate me bc I'm different :(" and Obito going "am I... dog racist? Dogist...?"

Anyways, final thoughts: They made a dog the Hokage. (And he was somehow one of the most effective Hokage's in decades)

Hodogke....

Saw this art on twitter by @1iemak and it got me thinking ab silly things

Naruto au where everything is exactly the same in every way, but Kakashi is inexplicably a wolf. This changes literally nothing; he's just a wolf now. Not anthro or anything just. A wolf.

No one ever comments on it but its implied that he's been using genjutsu to make everyone think he's human.

The only one who has ever been able to see through this was Obito (possibly due to sharing eyes with him) and if he ever mentions it to anyone, they think he's crazy. (Crazier)

[hinamie]

corvidae

[arom-antix]

Huzzah! Another collaboration with the lovely @korruptbrekker! This time we did an alternate version of the classic sketch swap. Further explanation, sketch, and palette under the cut. Open the image for higher resolution

Huge thanks to Brekker for doing this with me! Go check out his piece, it's AMAZING!

Okay so, for this challenge we did a spiced up version of the classic sketch swap where you simply finish the other's sketch. However, to add some extra challenge to it, we decided whe had to sketch something with an extreme perspective and had to pick a palette of six colours the other had to use.

And so, Brekker sent me this sketch and palette:

So much attitude, so much Eros. I can hear Viktor's wobbly knees out of frame. And the colour palette is WILDLY outside my usual comfort zone as anyone familar with my art can tell. I was in for a rough ride I tell you. But I'm pretty happy with what I ended up making.

[alongtidesoflight]

i swear my stepdad is so illogical AND stubborn it hurts

[dreamyintersexouppy]

is northernlion for kids or old people i can't tell, i know him as the binding of isaac guy that told stories about school teaching over a decade ago is that still an accurate view?

[pilonciillo]

the thing about moving out is i don’t hear the family drama anymore:( because what do you mean my cousin got a girl pregnant and in the middle of the night she left without saying anything to anyone and now he’s a single father

[akascow]

just watched 21 jump street and looked up the cast bc thats what i do when i watch movies and found out that there was a tv show also named 21 jump street that the movie was a kinda sorta but not really sequel to the show and that the random cameo with johnny depp at the end was in fact not a random famous comedic actor cameo at all bc he was like the main character in the original tv show and that led me down a weird rabbit hole (incoming pun not intended) and learned about the other cops in that show one of them being Judy Hoffs which if youre like me ur former disney brain immediately connected that to Judy Hopps from zootopia and looked it up to see if it was intentional and apparently the name (and job) similarities were not supposed to be a reference on the zootopia team's part and its "just a play on how rabbits jump" and they were "unaware of the 21 jump street character when naming judy" which i think is some pretty big bullshit because theres no way a character who's first name is Judy and last name is hopps (spelled with two P's the way hoFFs is spelled) and just so happens to also be a young and brand new cop is just a crazy random coincidence

[seilon]

pro: ran into a coworker at a bar last night who I don’t really talk to usually (he works upstairs, I work downstairs) and we talked and im pretty sure we were highkey flirting and he bought me a drink and the bar merch shirt i was interested in and thanks to the power of alcohol i guess i asked for his number and he gladly gave it to me and. yeah

con: i have the second worst hangover i have ever had and have been fighting for my fucking life just to eat saltines