#man can you believe i almost chickened out of doing it...it's so important i think

[thegeminisage]

okay liz i have a fic question. what was zara tempting lucanis with? sex? is that it? maybe this is simply the fact that i am ace, but i don’t understand why she thinks that would work

THAT'S A GREAT QUESTION firstly dw you're in good company i'm ace lucanis is ace everybody can be ace here. secondly ty for asking about my fic bc i love to talk about it. ok, i'm putting the answer behind the cut because 1. it's long (sorry, i wrote it late at night, you are not obligated to read it all) but also 2. for anyone who doesn't know, i'm discussing the sexual assault from ch6 of "the ossuary." my answer isn't at all graphic or anything but please consider this your content warning.

okay, so, short answer: yes, zara was more or less tempting lucanis with sex. it's a honey-or-vinegar, carrot-or-stick kinda sitch - since beating lucanis with a stick for almost a year has gotten her exactly nowhere, she, ON A VERY SURFACE LEVEL, has decided to try offering him pleasure instead of pain in order to get what she wants, which is for he and spite to turn into a monster that fights for her. what's actually happening here is that temptation doesn't really factor in at all; she wants to assert power over him and simply sees sex as the most appealing way to do it.

long answer w/ author analysis (sorry again): zara actually appeared in "the wigmaker job," a novella set in the dragon age series that takes place before the events of the game and also before the events of my fic, and that is where most of her characterization comes from. in the game, she's a bit of a generic villain. in the book, however, even though we only get her for a few short paragraphs, we get to learn a LOT about her.

first and foremost: zara is vain. in the game, your party confronts her while she is bathing naked in blood. she does the whole fight naked (covered in blood from the shoulders down to appease the censorship gods), and the longer the fight goes on, the more old and haggard she begins to look; she makes herself beautiful with blood magic. in the book, we see her do this: she stands naked in front of a huge mirror, with multiple slaves standing around her, ALSO holding mirrors, so we can see herself from every angle with no blind spots. the instant she finds a stretch mark, she has one of the slaves prick their own hand open and bleed on it, so she can use blood magic to make it go away. she is interrupted during this ritual with new of lucanis's exploits (more on this in a sec) and doesn't care; she's so vain that she enjoys that these people can stare at her body. she's so vain that every slave and servant in her house must also be beautiful; the book says none of them look "a day over thirty-five." there is nothing this woman loves so much as her own appearance.

the second thing to know about zara is that she is obsessed with lucanis and has been since she first heard about what he did. in the book, lucanis manages to kill some forty venatori (blood mage cultists) in a single evening by setting demons loose on a party they're having - but before he does that, he frees the slaves to get them out of danger. zara is impressed by his skill in killing, but she's also gleefully looking forward to exploiting such an obvious sign of weakness: his heart. zara wanted to turn lucanis into her own personal attack dog from the moment she knew his name. that being said, the entire time she talks about exploiting his weaknesses and punishing him for killing venatori, she is COMPLETELY NAKED SMIRKING AT HERSELF IN THE MIRROR, while other men blush and try not to stare. there IS a sexual undertone to this budding obsession.

and, of course, there are also hints of her being extremely controlling (of the appearances of the people around her, of her own image, lucanis's behavior, etc) AND of her being very sadistic (happy to bleed her slaves dry, looking forward to exploiting lucanis's weaknesses and punishing him for killing venatori).

the problem, then, arises when lucanis just. doesn't. break. almost a year of torture now and he's still absolutely useless to her. and not only can she not use lucanis as a weapon, neither can she not exploit his weaknesses or punish him the way she wanted (she can hurt him, but it doesn't get the results she's after). zara is getting absolutely nothing she wants, and furthermore, she has just found out from lucanis himself, who had no reason to lie, that she's NEVER going to get what she wants - lucanis couldn't break for her even if he wanted to because it so thoroughly goes against spite's nature to allow her the satisfaction.

when zara approaches lucanis, her real goal is to assert power over him bc she's tired of not having it. but she's not self-aware enough to like...think of it that way? in zara's mind, she is so beautiful that there is no one, NO ONE, who would not jump at the chance to have sex with her,. people who don't like venatori might deny it, but deep down, ANYONE would do whatever it took, whatever she asks, because she's irresistible. she thinks what's going to happen is that she's going to go in there, reveal the trick, seduce him while he's weak and vulnerable, and then, when he gives in, hold it over him and taunt him with it, and later figure out how to use his desire for her as a new tool with which to break him. i don't think she thought it through much beyond that - she's tired of not getting her way, she wants to be desired, she thinks lucanis is hot, she's gonna go fuck him, that'll fix everything. she might not get him and spite to turn into a weapon on the spot, but she's expecting to make progress, AND scratch an itch a year in the making while she's at it.

what she was NOT expecting was for lucanis to 1. be ace and not desire her at all even a little bit 2. call her out on her bullshit. she was expecting him to cave and beg her to fuck him, because hey, she's the most beautiful woman who ever lived, that's what anyone in thedas would do, right? no one has EVER turned her down before, either because they couldn't or didn't want to. but lucanis does. worse, he tells her "i know what this is." it's rape, he knows it's rape, and the point of rape is power. he KNOWS she's frustrated with her inability to force him to do what she wants in any other way except this. furthermore, he also knows she's secretly ugly - he and spite can smell the blood magic holding those good looks together like safety pins and duct tape.

this is the worst possible thing lucanis could do to zara in this moment. not only is he NOT becoming the weapon she tried to turn him into, not only will he NEVER become a weapon, not only has he sensed zara's WEAKNESS (or feeling of weakness, for not being able to force him to do what she wants), he DOESN'T WANT TO FUCK HER. her, zara, the most beautiful woman who ever lived! in one version of this scene, lucanis reading her for filth like that temporarily shocked her into leaving - though she did come back and assault him eventually. in the scene i have as it is, this is why she finally breaks eye contact with him. because even though he's the one strapped to the table, he has just humiliated her. it won't save him - he knows it won't save him - but he is defiant to the last because that defiance is what drew spite to him to begin with.

and so she doubles down: if he won't fuck her by choice, he won't get a choice. she'll make him want her whether he likes it or not. ultimately, though, the whole thing is still very unsatisfying to her: like, yeah, she can force him into a state of arousal and she can force him to finish, but she can't MAKE him WANT her anymore than she can MAKE him turn into a weapon. that's why this is her last scene in this fic, and also my explanation for why she isn't in the prison when your party arrives there during the game. he humiliated her, and she can no longer bear to look him in the eye. in a way, lucanis won, even if it was a pyrrhic victory: she raped him, yes, but aside from sex, she still doesn't get anything she wants.

ironically, this was probably the closest lucanis ever came into finally goading someone in the ossuary into killing him and releasing him from the torture - if zara kills him, no one ever has to know what happened (that someone didn't want to fuck her), and he said himself that he couldn't become the weapon she wants even if he tried. the only reason she threw him back in his cell instead was because she knew he'd find death so much more preferable and wanted to punish him for hurting her.

so, yeah! she was both tempting him with sex and not actually tempting him with anything at all. sorry the explanation got long-winded. i thought about this scene a LOT prior to writing the fic and i adjusted it many times in my outline and after it was down to get it just right. so i have a lot of thoughts about it!

[petrichal]

One Piece 1132 talk, my heart is full (and I'm freaking out again)

Can I just take a moment to comment on how this reminds me of, firstly, the first episode of Vicky the Viking, and simultaneously also, Luffy in Fuschia with Shanks?

It almost feels like an homage, it's super cute.

But BOY was this chapter so damn whimsical and exciting. It feels like a long time since the Strawhats have entered an island where there's no enemy (aware to them) that they're about to defeat; They're planning for a feast and it's a good time, it feels like a breather from all the chaos happening to the rest of the world lol

This spread is crazy btw

Elbaf feels like the fantasy land for me. A rainbow bridge where you can ride on (which, you can ride on rainbows this entire time and only the giants knew?? wild), island clouds in between levels, a whole village built on a tree with medieval architecture, waterfalls flowing down into the Underworld, just the sheer scale of it; It's SO good. I'm always in awe whenever they just pan over to an island's first look, and it was the whole island first with Yggdrasil and now this??? If you count Legoland then we have like 3 showings of Elbaf so far, and they just don't miss, they're so stunning.

Also this

This can make a grown man cry.

Usopp and Luffy, as they look on Elbaf, are thinking of the same thing. They both remember making this declaration, of someday going to Elbaf, a dream made by two boys just fresh out of East Blue and only on their second island in the Grand Line. And they made it. Usopp's dream is realized in this moment, and it's heartwarming that Luffy understands how important this was to Usopp as well.

(In a way, we as readers made it too. and yeah I cried a little lmao what of it)

And as if that's not enough, the narration starts, and halfway in the last page, as the narrator says "my account" that made me wonder "?? Is this someone actually talking?", in the last panel, with a ドン!！as it introduces a familiar name:

LOUIS ARNOT. LOUIS ARNOT, THE GUY WHO WROTE THE BOOK ABOUT LITTLE GARDEN, THE BOOK THAT NAMI OWNED THAT WAS ON THE MERRY BEFORE???? HUH????

I fully freaked out LMFAO because I've always been fascinated with the fact that explorers exist in the world of One Piece and they just have books annotating their experiences of the islands they go to and Louis Arnot is the only explorer we know of ever that's published a book about his expeditions, and the name drop just caught me off guard it's RIDICULOUS

The way we got introduced with Louis Arnot in Little Garden was with Nami remembering that she had read a book mentioning the island's name, and it was natural that we then got an excerpt from the book in the style of the usual One Piece narration, but here, this was so sudden (no segue, just appeared on a spread) that it makes the last panel with the all black background mentioning 'Louis Arnot' stand out.

I'm not saying that he's gonna appear as a character but hmMMMaybe??? (not likely lol) It's either that or I'm spouting nonsense and this is just a call back to when we first heard of Louis Arnot in Little Garden (which was on the last panel as well!). I still really like the idea of this faceless storyteller warning people of the islands he'd visited.

It also got me curious about Elbaf as an island?? What do you mean "Do not overstay your welcome"??? "Lost time"??? Do people lose track of time on Elbaf, and that's why giants experience time differently??? (👀 I like this theory I'm locking it in)

All in all, I feel like a kid again with this chapter, it truly feels nostalgic in the most magical way TvT

(edit: cause I totally missed this silhouette the first time ive read it, and he has been appearing (assuming this is the same person who was drinking sake when the Strawhats were approaching Elbaf just a few chapters back), but I believe this is. probably Shiki?? the kasa hat is totally hiding his dumb wheel chicken head???? maybe???

Like I know that's the common theory on this guy but the thing that makes me hesitate is idk what Shiki can bring story-wise, unless he's been disillusioned from being in Elbaf due to this thing Louis Arnot mentioned, or maybe there's just more to unpack from him than what we already know 🤔 curious)

[my-castles-crumbling]

The Plan

Short and fluffy Wolfstar proposal! AU- No Voldemort!

He was going to be sick.

Alright, that was a little dramatic.

Nope, he was going to be sick.

He shouldn’t have told anyone, shouldn’t have asked for James’s help with the ring, shouldn’t have blabbered on to Pete and Lily and Marlene and Regulus and Merlin-knew-who-else he’d nervously talked to about his plans.

Because he’d wanted it to be perfect. It had to be perfect. Remus was perfect, after all, so he deserved something just as amazing as he was.

But now everyone knew, so he couldn’t chicken out. Everyone knew his plans for the evening and they were all waiting to hear how it went.

Not that anyone believed it wouldn’t go well. Anyone but Sirius, who had the horrible, sinking feeling that he would mess it all up somehow.

But he pushed himself to continue. He could do this.

The restaurant was immaculate, the food divine, the waiter attentive and kind. They’d talked and laughed and bickered as only they could and Sirius almost forgot about the unnaturally heavy box in his pocket.

He knew that he had to be the one to do this. It wasn’t that Remus didn’t want to get married. They’d talked about it, hypothetically, and Sirius had seen the longing in his boyfriend’s eyes. It was that, even after years together-even longer pining for each other-and Sirius assuring him daily that he wanted nothing more than to be with Remus, that there was nothing more important than Remus, he knew the taller man would never overcome his self-doubt enough to get down on one knee. He knew that and accepted it and loved him for it.

But he also fucking hated him for it because now he was fighting his entire body not to throw up his very expensive meal as they strolled through Hogsmeade. He was not the most self-assured, either, when it came right down to it. Sure, he put on a confident mask and he gave less than zero fucks about what strangers thought, but a childhood with Walburga was enough to make him worry far too much about what those closest to him thought. He had literal nightmares about losing his loved ones, about them leaving him and never coming back.

He had his plan memorized, though, after going over it a million times with a very excited James, who had already 'called' Best Man, so he guided Remus up the path, toward the Shrieking Shack.

“I don’t want to go that way, Pads,” Remus protested, just as Sirius knew he would.

“Just for a minute,” Sirius whispered, pulling his reluctant boyfriend along, throwing him a pleading look that he knew would make him fold.

“Dunno why you want to go this way…” the taller man muttered. “Don’t want to be reminded of this.”

It was true, it wasn’t the best thing to remind Remus of, and was surely a risky place to do anything such as this. But he had a plan.

When they arrived at the crest of a hill, Sirius stopped, allowing Remus to take in the view of the old, broken-down Shack from afar. After a moment, Remus asked, “Can we go now? I-”

But then he turned around towards Sirius, who was on one knee.

“What the fuck, Sirius?” Remus asked, looking a mixture of shocked, angry, and hopeful. He also looked ready to bolt.

“I know this is a weird place. I know, just- just let me explain,” Sirius said hurriedly, wanting to stop Remus from yelling or running off or even saying no.

Remus nodded mutely, a hand covering his mouth.

“I…I knew, when I proposed, you would come up with some bullshit about you being a werewolf, and how we shouldn’t get married because of that. And how I was being stupid and ignoring the– I dunno, the danger, or whatever ridiculous word you’ll think of. So I thought about it, and I was like, well, then fuck that. I’ll propose in front of the damn Shack. Because then you can’t accuse me of ignoring anything. It’s right there,” he gestured to the Shack, “I see that part of you, I’m not ignoring it. I love that part of you just as much as the rest of you. I want all of it. All of you.”

Remus still stared down at him, but there were tears forming now. Sirius sincerely hoped they were good tears because he was really baring his heart, now, and his legs were starting to cramp.

“I…I really just need you to get over yourself and accept the fact that I’m going to love you for the rest of my fucking life, Moony,” Sirius shrugged. “You really can't do anything about it. I’ve never been so sure about something as I am of that. And I…I’m really hoping that maybe, you’d be willing to love me for the rest of our lives, too? Because I...really, that's all I want. And…erm… for you to marry me?”

Yes, those were definitely tears falling from Remus’s eyes now. He looked almost delirious. “Are you…are you actually serious?” he whispered reverently, removing his hand from his mouth to reveal a grin. And he must have been half-mad with emotion because he knew better than to say that phrase.

But his grin gave Sirius all the confidence he needed. He stood up and grabbed Remus’s hand, beaming. “Yeah, Moons, I’m Sirius. Sirius Lupin, hopefully.”

Remus let out a choked mixture of a laugh and a sob. “You- fucking- ridiculous- prat!” he sniffed through his happy tears, allowing Sirius to slide the ring on his finger.

-

Hope you liked it! I would love if you left comments and kudos here!

[poorrichardjr]

An open letter to Congress

(I know only a small handful of people will ever read this, but I think more than a few Americans feel this way)

America has been a constitutional democratic republic for almost 250 years now, the age at which most such experiments fail. Part of the reason we have lasted this long has been because of the belief that our constitution would steer us in the right direction. One of the founding elements held within was the belief that no branch of government should have too much power. Checks and balances were put in place to keep tyranny or progressivism in check.

I have heard all my life that Republicans were the people who "loved" the constitution and the country the most. However, right now, all I see are a group of wealthy individuals lining up to kowtow to a man they have proclaimed the new messiah. They seem more than happy with installing a king and forgetting that their job is to represent the people and protect the constitution's checks and balances. More than a few congressmen are decrying longstanding practice of vetting executive appointees and the Senate's role of advise and consent.

These people are being as hypocritical as they can be. They would never let a democratic president pick whomever they wished despite not having qualifications for a position. No man should be in a position of power if they have no experience or knowledge of the duties of that job. I don't care how smart or how much they seem to love the new president. An unqualified applicant is still unqualified and therefore unfit for the role at which they aspire. You don't hire a welder to be a brain surgeon even if he is a great guy or smart as a tack. The person lacks a fundamental understanding of the task at hand. In the same vein you do not let a fox guard the henhouse. Sure, the fox is cute and playful, but if you want any chickens at all, you don't put someone in charge who is likely to violate the trust you put in them.

This is where Congress becomes involved. We already know that far too many congressmen are going to violate their oaths to the constitution and just do whatever the president tells them to. They are not taking their duties seriously. These people do not care about the country or the constitution. They are only there to get head pats and go on television to defend anything they are told to do. These people are simply loyal henchmen who have given up their own choices simply because they are afraid that the man in power is going to say something bad about them.

The rest of you, and I hope that is a majority, though that looks like an over estimation at times, need to hold fast to the principals of the constitution. We do not elect kings. A president, no matter how much you like them, isn't entitled to appoint any unqualified individual he wants to help him run things. Let me just point out a few of the biggest problems I see in the people he has so far chosen to help run things.

Tulsi Gabbard has been credibly accused of being too close to Vladimir Putin and Victor Orban. If you wouldn't trust Hunter Biden to run a foreign office because you believed he had ties that were too close to China and Ukraine, you cannot let someone like Gabbard into the position for which she has been nominated. Will she really be working for the American people or will she let slip important national security information to our global enemies because she just likes them?

Pete Hegseth has never been a high ranking member of the military and has serious problems of self control. His drinking problems and womanizing are just warning signs that the man doesn't have the experience or character to tell the people with the most powerful weapons in the world what to do on a daily basis.

Robert Kennedy Jr is supposed to lead a government office where science is relied on heavily, but he doesn't believe in many facts based on scientifically proven evidence. Linda McMahon has no educational experience, though she is going to be in charge of the department of education. I could go on and on about how almost every single pick for the cabinet is either unqualified or has massive conflicts of interest where their judgement in running that office would make a rational man question their every decision. And I am not even going to start with the DOGE run by Elon and Vivek simply because they cannot be vetted or affirmed by Congress, though their suggestions should be suspected almost immediately.

Almost none of these people should be in the positions they have been nominated for. Their only qualifications are that they are wealthy and are willing to do what Donald Trump wants. Those are not true qualifications, and you would not hire someone to run your own businesses if they were this unqualified.

So, the American people look to you to do your job. Do what is best for the country. Not your party. Not you personally. And not anything the president asks simply because he is president. You have a duty to uphold, and we are all waiting to see whether you will take those responsibilities seriously or whether or not you are going to be the cowards and cravens we all believe you to be. The people of this nation who worked so hard to help create and defend it are watching and judging your next moves. Will you be a Clay or Webster or will you be a McCarthy?

[cypheroo]

The Stories never told before | Garroth Ro'Meave ~☆

"Hi! Could I request a Garroth x reader where the reader is a farmer who has Irene's relic? I think it would be great angst if Garroth, who regularly visited the farmer! Reader, stopped due to his religious trauma and uncomfortable-ness about being around the actual Irene as himself? I am SO ready for Garroth angst, but if this isn't something you're up to, that's perfectly okay! Thanks :))"

Word count : 2,008 words

Trigger warnings : heavy talks of religion and religious trauma. PLEASE read carefully!

AN : IM SORRY ANON the fic isn't exactly what you requested but i had a little bit of a different idea and wanted to run with it! I hope you can still enjoy it! ALSO THIS STORY KINDA TAKES PLACE IN THE BEGINNING OF THE DAIRIES SERIES! THAT WILL EXPLAIN SOME STUFF!

Working day in and day out for these crops was insanely hard, if it wasn't one thing it was something else, if it wasn't your shed door breaking off, it was an issue with the water supply. Today was no different, needing to pull yourself up out of bed, and force yourself to make breakfast before the sun was above the mountains. If only Irene could personally send someone to assist you in this farm. You were always a firm believer in irene and often made offerings to the old statue near your blueberry patch. Irene was an important part of your life, sure you weren't downright obsessed but you did what you were taught, your parents prayed to her and told you stories of her before bed.

You knew of the village not far from where your farm was, you just never made it a choice to visit, instead caring for your animals and crops. But it was this one day that it changed, instead of looking out to an empty forest your eyes were met with hers. Only after a panicked greeting were you able to meet who was the next lord of phoenix drop. She properly introduced herself as lady Aphmau. She was impressed with your work on this farm of yours and was intrigued to find out you weren't a part of her village, but merely lived around it. She offered you a nice deal, a good trade as apparently the farms in phoenix drop did not compare to yours. She wanted to know if she could offer protection, fabrics, and other goods in return for some of the crops you grew, your chickens eggs, and your cows milk.. To which you were surprised at the sudden offer, it sounded amazing, you didn't really need the protection but other goods sounded very tempting. You asked for a day or two to properly think the whole ordeal through. And she obliged with a smile, stating she'd be back in a few days. And there you were left, confused yet very happy over what had just happened.

Though she held her word it didn't explain why the next morning you saw what you could only assume was one of phoenix drops guards patrolling around your land. He was odd, yes he looked capable but he was wearing a full face helmet, hand staying on his sheathed sword and looking extremely alert.

Opening your door today almost made it feel like a repeat of yesterday, you called to the man and waved your arm for him to see, 

“Mornin!” 

“Morning”

“Any reason you're here today? Is lord aphmau with you today?”

“Nope, just doing the rounds this morning”

“Rounds? What do you mean?”

“Lord Aphmau requested we include this farm on are daily and nightly rounds”

You stood there confused, you didn't give her an answer and she was already sending guards to do ‘rounds’ here? That was… you didn't know if it was a good thing or not. Maybe she was trying to somehow force your hand? Maybe she already made her choice and just wanted to give you the illusion of choice? Maybe talking with her wasn't a good idea. Who knows! But before you could keep thinking the man let out a small huff, almost like a chuckle, 

“Tensions are high between us and some other kingdoms, she simply doesn't want anyone innocent to be hurt in some sort of cross fire.”

Those were his only words, your eyes widened softly and your face suddenly felt a little red, was it that easy to see your worry? You quickly nodded and smiled at him. Agreeing and brushing it off. You then cleared your throat and changed the topic, seeking to possibly learn more from this guard.

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It was usually normal at this time to hear him knock at your door, to see that sweetheart tilt that head of his at you the moment your eyes met what you could only assume to be his. It had been months since that first interaction you both had. Since then you both had talked and joked more each morning and evening. You both talked and got along really well…you could even say you really really liked him. That's why it hurt so much when suddenly he stopped showing up at your doorstep, instead another guard would do the rounds on your farm, which you didn't mind, and at first maybe you thought he just got sick? But after the first week past you really didn't buy that excuse you made for him. What if something happened? What if he was really injured or something? After days of needing to think it through you made the choice to head into town the next morning to check up on him, it was only fair since he usually came to you.

So the next morning you packed some eggs and milk to drop off at the market and headed off to town, careful not to harm anything you had in your arms. You had visited phoenix drop a few times but never stayed too long, usually it was to drop off some of your goods to the market or pick up some of the goods you were entitled to. It was still difficult to walk around phoenix drop as it could be quite confusing with the turns you had to take in order to even be near the guard post, but eventually you were faced with it, after a direction or two from some of the people who actually lived there.

By the time you were there it was nearing midday, spending most of your morning trying to set everything up at the market and go sightseeing around the beauty that was phoenix drop. So you knocked softly once before you realized the door was not only unlocked but very much open and easily allowed anyone access to walk in if needed. So softly you asked for someone as the place looked a little empty. Only to be answered by the voice you knew all too well, garroths.

“[Name]? What do you need?” 

His voice was stern but still held a lot of care, usually you weren't in town so you could see why this would raise a few red flags. But you quickly smiled faintly, 

“I was worried for you! Since you…usually are the one doing the partrole on my farm” you attempted to explain yourself before Garroth nodded,

 "I'm no longer patrolling your area as of a week ago” he explained quite harshly. To which you were taken aback you made a confused and hurt face which seemed to annoy garroth some more, 

“I…have no interest being around someone who follows such religion” 

Those words hurt, considering who they were coming from and how important irene,her story were to you! And now hearing someone you held dear suddenly take offense to something you held so dear? You scoffed, and crossed your arms, 

“garroth what has gotten into you, ive…my personal beliefs have never had an effect on our relationship, you've never communicated that my beliefs hurt or cause harm to you.” your words were filled with confusion and fear, what could have caused this sort or response? You didn't wanna hear anymore from him, you quickly turned and began to walk home, not bothering to hear another word.

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He promised himself to avoid religion, he promised to stray away from anything that would remind him of what he used to identify as normal. He didn't know why but the moment he found out of your fondness for lady irene he panicked, sure it sounds childish but he closed it off, he turned his back on that farm and that included you too. The only background he has with any kind of religion is horrible, he didn't know how it was meant to be anything else. He truly believed it was a space to hate and harm anyone you couldn't bare to see, so that night when you opened up to him about your upbringing and your appreciation to irene he couldn't handle it, he used all the power he could to suppress any memory he had of those memories but walking home that night was filled with flashbacks and his fears returning. Hurting him and causing him to black out for the rest of the evening. 

The next morning he sent someone else on the rounds to your farm, afraid those memories would force their way back into his mind if he saw you again. Yes it hurt, and yes you deserve an explanation behind it, but he wasn't thinking right and was almost always in a state of stress. This didn't help. So the day you wandered back into him he freaked out more, afraid of what he couldn't control, so yes his emotions got the better of him, his fears got the better of him. And the moment you turned your back on him, was the moment he seemed to notice how hurtful his words were, sure he needed to feel protected but did he really need to protect himself from you?

It was under the dark cloak of night that he found himself in front of your small home, this time not afraid or mad at something you had no part in., he pulled off his helmet and closed his eyes, fixing his hair with one hand and holding his helmet with the other. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door. And once the old door creaked open and your face appeared he bowed his head, spouting apologies and a bad explanation for what he was thinking. It was when you shushed him and allowed him inside that he quieted down. You looked tired, he must've woken you up.

Once you both sat down on your couch he set his helmet down on the floor next to him, you had seen his face before, it was rare but you had, that's how comfortable you both were with each other. Before you could ask him anything he apologized again, this time he was slow when he explained in more detail than before how he was raised, a place where religion was more harmful then it could be good. A place he felt suffocated by fear and worry. How he had promised to leave all of it behind, how he was afraid when you admitted your adoration and love for Irene, in fear of his relationship being poisoned by that same ‘religion’ he was raised with.

The topic was dark and it was the most he had ever opened up to you, it all kept pouring out, and you listened to every part of it, not once stopping him. You allowed him to share why he thought he did the thing he did, why he was so afraid despite trusting you with even seeing his face, and knowing of his royal history, and as soon as you thought it was over he continued, apology after apology. And eventually when he quieted down you hummed ever so softly, leaning closer and wrapping your arms tightly around him, this time it was your turn to apologize, not just for this situation but for how he was taught what religion was. You assured him of being careful with your words. You promised that religion would never have a place in your friendship, that you loved him and only held irene close for yourself, and that he'd never have to have anything to do with it, you'd respect his history, you cared for him to much for him to be afraid of something you could help him work through.

And while your arms were still wrapped tightly around him, slowly his snaked around and hugged you back, closing his eyes and letting out a sigh of relief, and softly as quietly as he could make it he whispered the simple words, “i love you”

Only to be met with an “i love you too” from you.

[lux-et-astra]

analysis of what each sink scene represents - session four

once again thank you tash for the reams of analysis material!!!! spoilers (obviously) under the cut

for reference, i'm calling fire/dry girl/narrator kate, and her victim/best friend birdie

common moss: as much as i adore this scene, it's fairly straightforward analysis-wise! the setting (woods) is a reminder that the woods are an Important Place, and we get an extra detail - that there's a lake. ("It’s a crap bit of lake!") the main point (?) of this scene is highlighting that a girl went into the lake! ("Little, little girls and animals…") we can infer this to be kate, especially given the context in session six: kate ends up in the lake while chasing birdie. this scene also plays into the fact that kate was never found ("They couldn’t tick her off, in the end. No one could. Yeah, they looked and looked, but no one could find her.") and shows a little of birdie's desire to find kate and find out what happened to her ("Her parents would be chuffed, I think.", "I can’t just go back with beetles, Jake.") interestingly, "her parents would be chuffed" implies that there are other people who miss kate - whether or not her parents are still around, she had a grandmother, so birdie might be being pushed not only by her own guilt but also the grief of kate's family. other than that, there's not much analysis wise, it's just a really hilarious scene! the mention of "mr forsyth" as their teacher ("It’s not, it’s what Mr Forsyth said.") is interesting given that he turns up again, possibly meaning he was kate & birdie's real teacher! as well, the focus on being able to survive in the woods ("Why don’t they teach us, like, what bark to eat when it’s snowing?", "Or, how to find, like, North, using a twig…") which parallels the father's desire for his daughter to be able to survive camping in bearings ("These are the skills you’ll need! Tents, edible brambles, medicinal bark… it’s the only way you’ll survive in the wild.") and sonic the hog's words under his breath ("The forest will sustain me!", "I can survive on, on barks, and reeds!") all of which suggests a need for surviving in the wild/woods - evidently something birdie finds herself needing to do, not only in the camping trip itself, but afterwards, when she's running for her life. perhaps the recurrent insistence of people around her in her dreams telling her she needs survival skills and her continued rejection of those ideas ("It’s a festival, Dad.", "That’s ridiculous!") is a reflection of the fact that she should have learnt those skills and may have been better able to stop/survive the camping trip incident if she had. perchance.

parents' race: ahh the scene that i find genuinely the creepiest of the whole podcast. ouch. analysis wise the creepy man is not a kate allegory, he is instead warning (attempting to warn) the father about kate. and failing. cause he's a freak. now the EGG/CHICK is what represents kate ("The chick had been boiled, in the egg! It was boiled up, all his feathers were white and boiled.", "The chicken! It was – it was too hot, it – it, it was too hot!", "Hot and dry, hot and dry for the fire!") kate is the chick who got accidentally boiled. something which causes revulsion. and attempting to warn the father (birdie parallel?) about this is well-intentioned but fails. perhaps a representation again of the fact that people were dubious about kate & birdie's relationship and tried to point out that kate was toxic? and birdie's refusal to listen? however that realisation is dogging her steps ("No! Get off – get off – get off me –") and eventually it's going to catch up with disastrous consequences, i.e. the camping trip incident. the egg man is almost like john & jim's birdman: he hasn't come to scare birdie. he's come to warn her. that's all i've got for this scene i'll be honest

kidleys: kate DIDN'T die she just got fixed weird, is, i believe, the point of this scene. birdie never brought kate to a real hospital anyway, let alone a sketchy garage, so her guilt over not getting kate real help is present here ("And in some ways, you really should have just taken her to a hospital, so!") but also here's the premonition that kate actually did survive!! ("Yes, very determined… very determined to… live.") however.... she got fixed weird!! ("She’s dry. She’s as dry as anything.") also implies that the problem kate had was being wet and not having burnt herself to a crisp ("You’ve brought in, what, a flooded radiator?") suggests again that kate's self-immolation was what she was always desirous of and that that was what "fixed" her. also we see how obsessed kate is with birdie!! ("Yeah, so she’s been asking for you –", "Oh, she’s been demanding it!") which takes a darker tone, very much implying a threat there, backed up with the mention of how much more dangerous kate is now ("She’s strong now, all the metals, that’s, uh… that’s the other thing.", "Oh, but she is powerful now, she is a much more powerful– that’s the main thing.") kate has grown up, completed her own apotheosis, and now she's much more powerful - and she's demanding to see birdie. with all the context, this feels like a massive reveal!! kate's alive!! but chronologically, it's still so cloaked. tash hodgson the woman that you are. also the suggestion of kate as a car, something mechanical and so so inhuman, is interesting - did she lose her humanity in the incident? did she lose her humanity before the incident? did she lose her humanity when she chose to set herself (& birdie) on fire, when she went through with it, when she lost birdie, when she realised she hadn't died, that she was going to keep living without birdie? also interestingly the fact that the car ("fixed" kate) is all dry suggests that for kate, her self-immolation worked. she's not wet anymore. she'll never be wet again. it worked! but birdie left! she just wants birdie to be as dry as she is. maybe that's when she lost her humanity. when she lost her wet.

birdman 3: won't say much here cause there's not masses that's new. however we do get "You didn’t realise, he hadn’t come to scare you. He’d come… to warn you." for the first time! kate as the scarecrow is very much someone who came to scare birdie, it's textually explicitly what she does, however john & jim raise a very interesting point - what are birdie's dreams trying to do? you can't be scared of dreams. birdie's dreams can't hurt her. they can only reveal the truth. if birdie listens to her dreams - dreams of the scarecrow, of the birdman - which have come not to scare her, but to warn her - can she realise in time? that kate is coming for her? if birdie had realised that her dreams weren't there to scare her or to push her away from her friends but to warn her of what was happening, that she was isolating herself in her guilt and paranoia, and that kate was coming for her, would she have understood? would she have stopped her sleep aid? would she have rejected the narrator who seems to know so much? could she have made it? her dreams are there to warn her. instead, she got scared & didn't listen. she got scared. "The last bird to get scared is scared so much it isn’t a bird anymore, and it stretches out its arms, the new scarecrow, and it starts to count."

huff and puff: another monologue! how cheery. this one establishes a school setting, further framing kate & birdie as school-age and referencing games again. mr forsyth makes another appearance! ("We were helping Mr Forsyth with Year 4, because Debbie the dinner lady usually helped, but she left early on Wednesday to teach Debbie’s Disco Dancing lessons.") truly this is mr forsyth's episode. most character of all time. the framing of the scene, a girl scaring her friend with a story, is very similar to what we get in the camping trip, so jess is quite easily a kate parallel, and the speaker birdie. interestingly the speaker doesn't necessary seem frightened or offput by jess's story, just curious ("I said, “what happened to the smallest pig?” and Jess said, “sometimes it’s better, when they don’t come back.” followed by "Sometimes it’s better when they don’t come back." by the speaker) the speaker literally adopts her language. this kind of shows how birdie was genuinely friends with kate, didn't think she was weird necessarily or even scary! this monologue has it all: birds, straw, and fire. the most interesting thing i think perhaps is the repetition of "burn your house down" - obviously it works as a mutation of blow your house down, but also it suggests a burning of a house, a place of safety and physical shelter - there's nowhere to run, nowhere to go, nothing you have anymore, when your house is burnt down. kate does it in a figurative sense when she burns down the tent. when you lose your house you have to rely on the kindness of strangers, on external support, because you've lost your personal place, your own shelter. the tent was only kate & birdie's house if they both rejected everything else - which kate seems quite willing to do, especially since she doesn't seem to have a great familial background, but birdie still seems to be close to her family. i think that's why she manages to make it out of the camping trip incident with her humanity - she had a house to go to. kate had nothing left, she'd renounced the world in favour of her straw house with birdie. ("And they wanted to be dry and warm, all the way through, so they built the house out of straw. And they knew all they needed to do to be dry, and warm, forever was just to huff, and puff, and burn the house down.")

managed to eke some interesting thoughts out of that!! let me know what you think <33

[llynwen]

hey I saw your tags abt reading the MM book too and I desperately need to hear abt it from more ppl that also shoved it up their ass. Thoughts?

oh brother you have no idea just how many thoughts i have about it.

i really didn't wanna read the book because i knew it was going to make me go insane, but then a friend of mine who i'm trying to force to watch the show (i beg of you martyna. it's so good) decided to get it for me for my birthday.

from the very first few fucking pages i was Perplexed, to put it lightly. i was expecting a light and breezy autobiography with some silly childhood anecdotes and maybe behind the scenes tea about the hollywood crowd. Instead i was served almost 300 pages of trauma dumping, philosophical ruminations and some very TMI info that i wish i never read. i rated this book 5/5 on goodreads btw.

the first thing that really knocked me on my ass was this (i'm ignoring the ketchup story i DON'T want to think about that)

this should've given me an idea about that kind of book this was gonna be. yet i continued on, blindly, thinking, okay maybe he just wanted to get that out there. more power to him. whatever. (not really).

then the motherfuckers starts explaining his little philosophy, the titular green lights, right? and i'm like, yeah. i agree. you're correct. but why did it take you 50 years to figure this out? i'm 24 and i've been living by this very logic for years. Anyways. i continue reading.

now, bro spends half the book trying to convince us his parents were NOT abusive. i disagree. i think he has stockholm syndrome. i hope he's in therapy. i don't wanna think about this either.

now, this is where i started catching on that he was lying to me. i know it took me an embarrassingly long time, but i was giving him the benefit of the doubt. the undead parrot and the 13 story tree house, however, was what made me go Wait A Damn Minute.

yeah, turns out this book isn't a memoir, it's a mix between a magical realism novel, a self help handbook and a philosophical treaty. served to you on really nice paper (i mean Really nice. i appreciate that) with important words in bold, italics or even sometimes in green (which i appreciate even more, since i am tragically dyslexic).

after establishing that all men do is, in fact, lie, i gained a different outlook on the whole thing (i swear i need to read it again, this time in full englit major mode, make some notes and dissect this thing like it's shakespeare).

i like how candid he is about kind of getting lucky with the whole famous thing. he really took that slutty slutty waist and peculiar bone structure of his and said I'm Gonna Make A Career Out Of This. good for him.

he is, however, just a man, and at the end of the day, you can really tell he sees the world through his privilege. the white straight cis christian rich and famous thing kinda sways him into obnoxious territory in some parts, and it had me seething with rage. like, i too would love to go hike through south america because it came to me in a dream. i'd looooove to go visit my favorite unknown artist in a country on the other side of the world. i was half hoping to read about a piranha biting his shlong off when he went skinny dipping in the motherfucking amazon. (un)fortunately, no dice.

the david and goliath story made me chuckle out loud. he makes it Just believable enough to make you think about it. i like being made to think.

the philosophics continue in the form of the single most cursed wall of chicken scratches i ever did see. i sat there, straining my eyes, trying to decipher this shit, and i'm pretty sure he was on something when he wrote it because all of this

could be summed up with "you've gotta leave your comfort zone to learn more about yourself and the world." suck my cock dude.

i Really like how he talks about his wife. but then again, when you look at her, there really isn't any other way of talking about her.

i mean. how the Fuck did his stinky ass pull this goddess. lucky bastard.

now, the 3ish pages where he talks about filming the show (which was the whole reason i even started reading) are criminally underwhelming. i was hoping for a sneak peak into that elusive 450 page manuscript (i will Steal your laptop matthew. watch out), but instead i got a one liner of him being like i wanna play rusty because he's the specialest little girl in the whole entire world and the producers going yeah fine. THAT'S IT. still mad about this, especially because after that he hits you with the love letter to new orleans. i mean be serious. he should Not be allowed to write shit like that.

to summarize, i think he might be a genius, or he might be insane. he is probably both. i want to shove this book up his ass for many reasons, for example him making me learn the names of his kids (i hate knowing things about celebrity kids. leave them out of this) or for making me agree with him. because i do. agree. I don't appreciate his continued efforts to convert me to christianity and i think he's disgustingly obnoxious in some places, but the truth is he has a real cool outlook on a lot of things and i'm very mad that i now respect this bastard for more than his acting skills. i would like to buy him a six pack and listen to him talk about it. i'd love to argue with him, too. i can recommend this book to everybody who feels like they need to experience some psychic damage and maybe an existentialist crisis alongside it. on Very Nice Paper.

[languidlotus]

QL Favorites Tag Game

I've wanted to do this one and @shortpplfedup tagged very liberally, so here we are. I tried to give some varied answers and not do all of it from the same show(s). These answers might also change depending on my mood.

Favorite Thai QL: Moonlight Chicken. A grown up queer story with layers, different generations, comments on the queer experience, and amazingly told in a gorgeous setting and with experienced, comfortable actors/pairings.

Favorite pairing: EarthMix and Jaeyoung/Sangwoo & WinTeam Actor-wise: EarthMix. Connected to my first answer, lol. They're comfortable and comforting and know what they're doing. They give strong, believable, mature performances regardless what story they're in. Moonlight Chicken and A Tale of Thousand Stars are two of only about 7 shows I've ever given 10/10 to and they are a big part of that. Character-wise: Jaeyoung/Sangwoo, Semantic Error, & WinTeam, UWMA and Between US. I had to go with two here because I like them for very similar reasons. It's the push and pull of personalities that aren't similar at all, yet the eventual realization that they blend super well and are better together than apart. Jaeyoung and Sangwoo are entertaining and funny and an exploration of what it means to be wrong about someone. (So wrong that you actually fall for the person you loathed initially.) Their story is told expertly. Meanwhile WinTeam is such a comfort to me. I think this is the first sidepairing I ever really got invested in - complete with reading fanfic before I'd even finished UWMA - and watching their story unfold in Between Us was one of the highlights of 2022 for me. They banter and fight and yet find comfort in each other. What started out as meaningless turned out to be oh so important for both their lives.

Favorite main character: Nozue, Old Fashion Cupcake. I almost went with Wen from Moonlight Chicken here, because he's good and relatable and (I am incredibly fond of Mix)... However, if I mention relatable then it has to be Nozue from OFC. I'm giving away my age here by admitting I can see myself in him. (I'm not quite that age yet, but I'm certainly not high school or university BL level...) Watching him discover himself and grow made me so happy.

Favorite side character: Milk from Choco Milk Shake. Initially I thought the premise of this show sounded ridiculous, but it turned out to be glorious and sweet and slightly painful. Just the way i like it! And obviously the cat who fell in love was my favourite one. Other faves: Tiw from My School President, RJ from My Tooth, Your Love, Sky & KaoJao from Secret Crush on You, and Tankhun from KinnPorsche.

Favorite scene in a QL: Bad Buddy. The bedroom scene where Pran finds out Pat (thinks he) has feelings for Ink. Nanon's acting still tugs at my heartstrings to this day. The quiet, pained realization in his eyes and posture. The way he hides it from Pat while tears threaten to escape because of the disappointment. You can perfectly see the hope - maybe Pat won't actually have feelings for Ink, maybe he could like Pran, maybe... - fade and make way for heartache Yeah, that will forever be one of the best.

Favorite line in a QL: Recently, the one that resonated with me the most was 'I thought you felt the same way' from La Pluie. I explained why here.

Most anticipated QL (& why): Love Upon a Time Look, I adore historical BLs - a result of me watching and loving so many cdramas - and since Bed Friend I've been 100% on board with NettJames and their chemistry. And no, not just the steamy bits. They're very good and comfortable together, have a believable tension between them, and they're just stunning people that I can't help but draw constantly. Combine this with a good story, a beautiful setting, and I already can't wait! Similarly, I am also excited about I Feel You Linger in the Air and Man Suang.

Healthiest relationship in a QL: KingUea from Bed Friend. With the exception of one scene, King was a walking green flag throughout this show. He had a lot to deal with and yet he managed incredibly well to be understanding and supportive. Both him and (especially) Uea had a lot of deep, painful issues and a lot of pressure from the outside world, yet he stayed strong and loved Uea the way he deserved to be loved even when Uea wasn't ready to let him yet. And he didn't cross any of Uea's lines! Quick nods of appreciation to WinTeam from UWMA and especially Between Us, and PluemKevin from Ghost Host, Ghost House.

Most toxic relationship in a QL: PrapaiSky, Love in the Air. I could go with TharnType or one of the KinnPorsche pairings, but honestly when I think of toxic I think of PrapaiSky. Yes, they're cute when they're actually together, but the getting there bothered me so much that I actually wrote angry posts about it. And I usually avoid talking in great length about things I dislike about shows I'm watching. It's also because TharnType and VegasPete (or even KinnPorsche and KimChay) are at least acknowledged to have toxic elements to them by their fans, whereas I've seen a lot of attempts at defending PrapaiSky. So, yeah. I could also have gone with both the pairings from Cutie Pie.

Guilty pleasure series: I Will Knock You. Is it the best series out there? No. But is it adorable and cute and something I enjoyed way more than I initially expected? Yes. (Do know that it's a BL that takes a while to actually BL. However when it does you'll adore it.)

Most underrated series: My Only 12% I thought this show was so cute and deep and it had me crying sad and happy tears. It told the story of incredibly close childhood friends who are forced apart by one of them moving abroad. When they're reunited they finally become more than just friends. Basically, 2023's favourite plotline, but done in 2022. It's also a lot deeper than it sounds. Watching one of the main characters realize he is queer and in love with his best friend was a beautiful yet torturous scene. Earth is so good and the setting was so comfortable and soft. (While telling a painful story of feeling left behind and finally recognizing your feelings.) And the pairing is adorable.

[writingforatwistedworld]

I've been following your profile for a few weeks now and I have to admit, I am in love with her works and the creativity present in each of them, especially self aware au. I wanted to order a headcanons of this au with Azul, Leona and Sebek. After the reader enters their world, his first reaction when he sees the boys is to hug them and tell them how amazing they are.

Aww this is so cute! They all deserve a long, nice hug and someone telling them how great they are!

Thank you for following me this long! It's nice to know that my content is liked by some people (not all but at least some)!

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, family problems, self doubt, obsessive behavior

Azul/Leona/Sebek-Telling them how great they are

First of all, you being in his world is something he would never see coming

AnD yOu LiKe HiM??!!

He was stunned when he saw you walking down the hallway

A rare sight of the usually greedy businessman (we all know he is in truth a cinnamon roll)

He was alright with just seeing you

Are you approaching him right now??!

You are coMING CLOSER??!!!

He wasn't prepared for that hug

Not at all

He never thought he would experience something like this

He still has a lot of self-doubt so he thinks that you might have thought he was someone else

Those colors on the school uniform for Octvinelle do look always the same after all...

But then you start to tell him how amazing he is

Wait... is he dreaming?

That's it

He must have hit his head somewhere pretty hard

There is no way this is real

Can someone bring a wish mop?

There is a Azul coloured puddle on the floor

Ok no but he feels like melting to a puddle

His cheeks are on fire

He might he definitely cries

Keep on holding him

He might collapse

(Please check his pulse discretely by holding his wrist! It's way too fast)

He was napping when it all started

As usual, he was sleeping in the greenhouse when he noticed a new smell

He didn't bother to look what it was

This was a place where a lot of things changed over time

And who knows? Maybe someone planted something new

Well if that were the case that plant would be a pretty... active one

The air was pressed out of his lungs when something suddenly threw itself on him

Leona it's unfriendly to call a person a “something”

That was the moment where he opened his eyes and saw you

He needed to do a double-take because he thought he was still sleeping

It's one of the few times when he loses his cool

Be prepared to see a flustered beastmen

It's probably the cutest version of him that you will ever see

Now, Leona is someone who has been neglected his whole life without the people surrounding him ever noticing

Yeah dad of Leona, award of the “greatest” dad of the year goes to you *facepalms*

His mind already became a chicken wing in a frying pan when you suddenly hugged him

But now you are also talking to him??!

You think he is amazing?!!

He almost purrs

Keyword: almost

Please tell him more (and continue that hug when you are already doing it)

He deserves a lot of love which he was denied a long time of his life

This reassures him also a bit that he might not be unimportant, not just a replacement for his brother should the kingdom need a new ruler for whatever reason

He will gladly tell you how much he had wished for this moment

Give this man some love, please!

Believe it or not but... you are more important to him than Malleus is

Faes and their fixation on you... new level obsession, believe me...

Sebek was (surprisingly) not with Malleus when it happened

No, he was frantically searching for him (that dragon and his night walks, you know)

He bumped into someone when he was walking with fast steps through the halls of Night Raven College

*Insert surprised Pikachu face*

Why are you here?!!

Wait... did he just bump into you without apologizing?

He is kneeling on the floor apologizing and pleading for forgiveness faster than you can say “Hi”

How could he hurt someone like you??! (Sebek... this won't even become a bruise later on...)

He (almost) has a heart attack when you suddenly kneel down to his level

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOUR GRACE??!”

He loses his composure completely the second your arms are around him

That's it, he would leave Malleus if you were to ask him

He also would have done it before but now he won't even feel a single bit of sadness within himself

Now, he is already a tomato on two legs and with two arms but when you tell him how amazing he is?

He implodes

Ok I'm joking but for the first time since the day he was born Sebek is speechless

He must have gone to heaven

Umm... please tell him when you are done that he should take care of his master

No offense but if you don't he will abandon his position then and there

You do g this to him might have him stop looking down on humans for a bit

You look human so.. maybe they aren't that bad

Yeah that's all nice and neat but after a week you are the only human he won't look down upon and with the others it's back to his old ways

Don't spoil him too much my dear reader

He still respects your boundaries but if you overdo it he might follow stalk you everywhere

[multiples-fandomswontkillme]

~Metal Family headcanons~

These are like my... general hcs)? which means I didn't include my main hc that Glam, Ches and Vicky are polyamorous, married and started dating after Glam met Vicky, and absolutely everything that implies for the kids and the relationships between each member of the fam. Maybe I'll make a separate post for that or maybe not! Who knows lkfwnlfqnf

Glam

Bisexual

Glam has constant nightmares and ocasional night terrors ever since he ran away home and is an active sleep walker. Ches helped him through the worse ones when they were younger, and learned how to deal with them, always preferring not to wake him up but being with him until the episode passed. Vicky has learned how to deal with them, though she normally asks Ches for advice with it cuz she comes out short sometimes.

He has PTSD. I bet it's diagnosed too, he takes medication and goes to therapy, it doesn't mean he still doesn't have his bad days anyway. He's trying to get better.

Glam has talked to Vicky about his past, his father and his family. This is a direct contradiction of Alina's confirmation that Glam doesn't talk about it with anyone but man FUCK THAT. We love good communication in this house, Vicky tries her best to help him, but there's only so much she can do to help.

Glam enjoys gardening, cooking and making models, he also likes doing his make up, painting his nails and dressing up in fancy, extravagant clothes even if he has nowhere important to go.

He likes taking care of everyone's hair, and constantly helps Vicky brush her hair cuz there's so much of it, Dee when he gets stressed over how tangled it can get, buys Ches hair products so he actually takes care of it, and chases Heavy so the kid actually washes, untangles and brushes his hair.

This one is kind of weird, but I refuse to think any adult in the family is unarmed at any time. Glam owns a taser and pepper spray. They're bright pink and sparkly.

This man cried his eyes out while watching Coco. He's hell to watch movies with cuz he talks and predicts what's gonna happen during the movie, judges them with scores at the end and all.

Vicky

Also bisexual!

Vicky's the one who does everyone's laundry most of the time. She prefers it that way since she's the only one that knows how to wash their black clothes so the colors stay vibrant. (This is based on my gf shaming everyone but Vicky cuz their black clothes always look so muted and almost gray, but Vicky's whole outfit is always the same vibrant black colors, so we decided that neither Glam or the kids know how to wash dark clothes)

She has anger issues, if it isn't obvious. I think she also has PTSD, mainly survivor's guilt due to her surviving the accident her brother died in. She blames herself and cannot bear to talk about it, in some sort of deep denial. If she can't remember, it can't hurt as much, right?

She has scars on the right side of her back and her hip, from the road rash she got on her brother's accident, she never treated it due to grief and it scarred badly. Apart from that, the scar of the caesarean section from Heavy's birth. She doesn't really mind both of them, they happened, nothing to do about them.

She likes watching boxing competitions, brawling matches and motorcycle repairing on TV. Loves doing BBQ's and going to the pool. Also an enjoyer of teasing her kids, kissing and loving her husband at random times, spending time drinking and bonding with Ches and bragging about her family and punching anyone who thinks they're not that cool.

Not particularly a fan of make up, skirts and dresses or any traditionally femenine-perceived stuff. But has been making exceptions due to Glam and Ches being unashamed of being seen as femenine, and actually rocking the looks. The internalized misogyny is kind of slowly dissapearing.

Apart from the guns she carries in each arm (I mean her biceps, have you looked at the size of those?? She strong) she has brass knuckles on her at all times. Glam gifts her new ones sometimes, she loves having multiple choices to punch people teeth in.

Loves horror, thrillers and action movies. Falls asleep during rom-coms and dramas. Ironically, loves gossip and talking shit about people. Enjoys hearing Ches talks about the gossip going on in the nursery home even if she doesn't know who the hell he's talking about.

Rest of the family under the cut!

Heavy

Heavy is a trans boy! He doesn't know his sexuality yet though, he's still figuring himself out. When he's older, i think he definitely dated some men but had better luck with girls.

Heavy has had innocent crushes on some girls on his class before, but they never turn into anything more cuz he's not the best at expressing himself. He follows the bother-the-girl-to-death-until-she-hates-you gimmick, and unsurprisingly, it doesn't work.

I'm sorry to break this to u but Heavy totally had an among us phase, and uses so much reddit and twitch slang... You know he does.

Likes bullying and teasing his brother to death. You know that when Dee had his first romance, Heavy was ALL up in his business being a tease and a bad attempt at a wingman. He means well tho.

He's not squeamish at all. Also has great pain resistance. This kid has picked cockroaches with his bare hands and loves cats, of course the cats have scratched him. He's tough!

Grows up to be the charming himbo he was always destined to be.

Dee

I hc him as demisexual. Kind of inherited his dad's tastes for the takes no crap, intimidating but pretty kind of people.

Can't cook. He tries but he can only do basics like rice, cereal, chicken nuggets or eggs. Complicated meals always burn or don't taste like anything at all. It drives him crazy.

Dee was a quiet and very well behaved toddler before Heavy was born. He never threw tantrums or got whims. After Heavy was born though, and despite the fact he understood his brother was small and needed special care, he started craving attention often and cried and got mad at little things. Typical jealousy of the oldest sibling.

The first time Dee fell in love with someone, he didn't recognize it was love at first. He just thought his interest on the person was born out of curiosity and aesthetic attraction, but as soon as he realized he seeked validation and companionship, that he liked seeing them smile, that he wanted to protect them, that he yearned for more time alone with them and that he wanted more than what just a simple friendship implied, it was an instant 'oh hell no'. He wanted those feelings to get the hell away, but unfortunately, they were there to stay.

Canonically likes MLP, psychological and horror anime like Death note and Hellsing, so I'm deciding he also watched Death Parade, had a FNAF phase, is very into The Walten Files. This guy enjoys any kind of specially dark ARG's and knows a ton of lore of real crime, unsolved cases, ghost appearances and other stuff. Doesn't believe in the supernatural, but sure is entertained by it.

He's a mess at romance. Flirting? His attempts at compliments are hardly flattering. Giving gifts? The best he can manage is jewelry and you can kind of tell he asked his dad for help. Dates? He's so nervous he's silent for most of it, but begins getting comfortable and having fun if his partner really knows how to get him down from his negativity cloud.

Ches

Pansexual.

He's very good with kids. He has the patience of a saint and he's laid-back, chill and fun but still is an authority figure who knows how to put limits. Sure, he's gonna let the kids light up a house on fire BUT hey, now they know everything about fire precautions, burns and how to treat them AND how to get away with arson. What an educational evening, am I right?

Due to certain info from the "Goodbye" official comic, I headcanon Ches as depressed. I don't want to elaborate a lot 'cuz of spoilers, but... God, everything related to his mom fucking hurts, man. How did he deal with all that?

Ches has been Dee and Heavy's babysitter so many times he cannot count them with all his fingers. He learned how to put those kids to sleep almost immediately (Sing Bon Jovi's "This ain't a love song" and any cheesy love song in a slow lullaby style and they're out), which movie were their favorite as kids (Heavy loved 'Monsters Inc.' and Dee never looked away during 'Meet the Robinsons'), how to console them after nightmares (Heavy needed reassurance, sweet words, and to be with someone until he fell asleep again. Dee just had to be tucked in, get his nightlight turned on and kissed in the forehead). He practically raised those kids along with Vicky and Glam.

More than once, Dee and Heavy have slipped and called Ches "Dad". Ches immediately gets his shit eating grin on and answers "Yes, son?" and does a couple of dad jokes just to mess and embarrass them. He's actually very flattered and surprised at how proud of himself he is for being a father figure to both kids.

Has a scar on the left side of his forehead due to a bottle his mom threw at him when he was younger, around the time he met Glam. He hates the scar with passion, it's a permanent reminder of the fact she never cared, that's why he always keeps it covered with his headband. Gets sad about it sometimes.

Ches likes to spend his time with a group of grannies of the nearby nursing home. He genuinely considers them his friends and gossips and hangs out with all of them on weekends. Bingo, billiards, walks in the park, soap opera marathons, you name it. I even designed them, gave them names and backstories... God, i just love the concept too much. I'll make some art about Ches and his granny gang FOR SURE, you're NOT ready for them.

Carries a pocket knife on him at all times. This man grew up on a bad neighborhood and absolutely knows how to defend himself, he can be intimidating when he wants to be and will pose a threat if needed. He's fucking terrifying when genuinely mad. Just cause he looks harmless doesn't mean he is, darling.

That would be all!

[staysuki]

[HJ-20] YOU'RE LIKE THE SUN

warnings: none

word count: ~700

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a/n: there are two endings to this story but none of them is the "main" or "alternate" ending. you can choose which one is the real universe or not. i think it's more fun that way (despite the pairing suggesting otherwise shhhh).

you were waiting in nervous anticipation, wondering what was so important for jisung to say that he had to drop by.

when you hear the doorbell ring, your soul almost jumps off your body because you’ve been waiting in front of your door ever since he said he was almost close by. “hey!” you greet enthusiastically when you open the door for him, trying to mask the uncertainty in your veins.

but you couldn’t calm yourself—not when you see jisung standing in front of you looking like he’s worth a million bucks (truth be told, he probably is).

“sorry, i’m a bit late. had to take care of some family stuff,” he says when he steps inside, a bit reserved.

“oh, is that why you’re all dressed up?” you try to make conversation, anything to get your mind off the fact that han jisung is in front of you wearing an armani suit with his hair swept back. he looked good in the pictures, but seeing him like this in person felt much more striking.

especially since you were so used to jisung always swallowed by hoodies, wearing a mask, and hidden behind his long bangs. quite frankly, it feels different being able to see his face in its entirety.

no wonder the campus girls suddenly went crazy for him because of his new look.

“yeah,” he answers simply, which snaps you out of your thoughts. you feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, as if being caught checking him out—but you’re sure that he didn’t notice.

“so um… what can i do for you?” you ask right away when you’ve done nothing but stand in front of each other, a few inches past your door. after asking the question, you feel a sudden shyness creep up into jisung’s demeanor.

although he bravely came here to (hopefully) confess, he couldn’t believe his own stupidity would actually take him this far. however, high risks come with high rewards.

he didn’t spend his life being brutally honest with everyone only to chicken out when it matters the most. so, with a long breath and a heavy exhale, he looks at you straight in the eyes—a look that almost turns your legs into jelly.

“i like you.”

you almost choke on air after the bold expression, you couldn’t even respond right away. “e-excuse me?” you ask with wide eyes.

immediately, jisung takes both of your hands in his, hoping to calm your nerves before he continues the confession, “i know we haven’t known each other that long and i know you might feel weird about it, especially since you’ve probably only been treating me as a friend—but i think i know myself enough that these feelings are real.”

you weren’t the one confessing so why were you the one feeling ashamed? you couldn’t do anything but stare at him with his mouth agape.

sure, you never really thought of jisung in that way, but that doesn’t mean you couldn’t. in fact, you’ve noticed that you’ve been hyper aware of jisung lately.

always yearning for his company, always wanting to dig deeper into the reserved man.

furthermore, you feel goosebumps spread across your arms when he brings your hands to his lips, kissing them gently. a surprising gesture, but a welcome one. despite still being in shock, you don’t pull away.

so, jisung welcomes himself in your proximity. barely a few inches apart with his breath lightly touching your face. this forces you to look into his eyes where he holds the stars within them.

“meeting you became one of the biggest highlights of my life. i was scared to let people in but you somehow managed to get through my walls and make me feel something new—you’re like the sun, in a way. you make my day better but i found it hard to look directly into you. up until now, i’m still scared of flying too close to the sun, but if it’s you, then maybe i can.”

you don’t think you’ve ever heard sweeter words from someone else. you’re tempted to kiss him, you really are—but you weren’t sure jisung would already be comfortable with such a gesture.

so, you just grip his hands gently and look back at him with the same fondness, “i think i want to try too.”

✿↠ WELCOME, SOMETHING DIFFERENT.

synopsis: pollyana x grumpy (fem!y/n x han jisung)

han jisung has always been content with living life as the resident "lone wolf". but after meeting you, perhaps he'd be more open for a change of heart.

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[fruitcoops]

Night Changes

This isn't based on an ask, but I've had some early-Cap ideas brewing and think about the first time the team heard him laugh a lot. His and James' friendship is so sweet in SW--the beginning of it must have been such a shock to them both. SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

So maybe James had bitten off more than he could chew. It wasn’t the first time, to be sure, but coaxing (read: drag kicking and screaming) his new teammate out of the carefully-constructed mosaic of scowls that made up his entire personality was proving to be a little more challenging than he previously expected. With most rookies, all it took was some elbow grease and overenthusiastic inclusion in group events to get them to open up—with his brand-new soon-to-be best friend, he had to handle things a little more delicately.

Sirius Black was a puzzle wrapped up in one of those freaky code-breaking machines from World War Two Lily liked to talk about. He was one of the best hockey players James had ever seen, but off the ice he seemed to shut down. The intense focus on his face smoothed out into almost perfect neutrality, and in the four months since he joined the Lions, he had never once smiled for real in front of the team. He sat in his stall and padded up in silence, then went out and kicked ass before following Pascal home like a living shadow.

Naturally, James took it as a personal mission to pry Sirius Black’s closed-off persona open like a stubborn oyster. He tried including Sirius in group events—the rookie went along with a quiet “yeah, sure”, but sat at the table and nursed a single drink for the entire night. He tried getting into friendly banter with him on the ice, but it was like Sirius had never joked with anyone in his life. Hell, he even tried finding him a girlfriend, which tanked harder than the goddamn Titanic.

“Rookie!” James shouted down the hallway.

Sirius jumped and turned around, obviously confused. “Me?”

“Yes, you,” James laughed, jogging over to toss an arm over his shoulders. “What’s up?”

“Not much.”

He waited for Sirius to continue, then rolled his eyes and gave him a friendly shake. “C’mon, man, how was your weekend? Has Dumo coerced you into being a stay-at-home babysitter yet?”

Sirius’ frown deepened. “What? I come with him to practice every day.”

Change tactics, change tactics— “Got any plans for Friday?”

James knew the answer, of course; it was always no or not yet or a simple shake of the head. If he was a less observant man, he would have assumed Sirius didn’t actually want to hang out with the team. But the longing looks toward their easy rhythm and the way he always tilted himself toward locker room conversations told a different story. “None yet,” Sirius said with a shrug.

James gave him a friendly slap on the back. “Good, ‘cause I’m having a party at my place and you’re not allowed to miss it.”

“Why not?”

“Because I want you to be there, duh.” The bewilderment didn’t fade from Sirius’ face, but beneath it���well, maybe James was just seeing things, but he looked almost hopeful. He ruffled Sirius’ hair and headed for the locker room. “Friday at five, rookie! I’ll be waiting!”

--

The week passed in a slog of practices and cold weather. Sirius clammed up more and more as the party drew closer, but James didn’t miss the way his eyes flickered between the rest of them like he was analyzing a play. He would make one hell of a captain someday, if he could just relax a little.

“Hey, rookie, want a ride?” he asked when the big day finally arrived.

“Don’t you want to go home and set up first?” Sirius’ brow furrowed. For an eighteen-year-old kid, he was awfully thoughtful. James couldn’t wait to see him let loose a little. “I wouldn’t want to get in your way.”

“It’s a yes or no question,” he teased, poking the bit of exposed shoulder through the widening hole in Sirius’ under armor.

“I…” He faltered, then the corner of his mouth twitched up. It was the closest thing James had seen to a smile from him yet. One point for Potter. “Sure, Pots. Thanks.”

“No problem. Meet me at my car in five or so, yeah?”

“D’accord.”

“Oho, fancy French,” James laughed, turning back to unlace his skates.

It wasn’t until thirty seconds after Sirius left the room that he remembered he never told the rookie what his car looked like. Horrible, terrible visions of the poor guy wandering around the parking lot—or, god forbid, thinking James had left without him—flashed through his mind. It would undo everything he had been working so hard to build.

“Shit,” he hissed under his breath as he shoved his gear into his duffel with reckless abandon and hurried out of the locker room. His legs would be stiff from trying to run so soon after a grueling drill practice, but it was worth it to save his friend. “Rookie? Hey, Sirius, you still here?”

There was no response. James cursed again and made a beeline for the door to the parking lot. Please, God, don’t let him get lost. I need him to trust me.

“Oh, thank fuck,” he panted as he burst out onto the half-frozen concrete.

Sirius looked up from his phone with a strange expression. “Are you okay?”

“Thought I lost you for a sec.”

“You said to meet at your car, yes?” He glanced between James and the car in sudden worry.

“Yeah, yes, absolutely, I just—” He made an aborted gesture and dug his keys out of his pocket. “I realized I forgot to tell you which one is mine.”

Sirius blinked at him. “I know what your car looks like.”

“How?”

“Because you drive it here every single day and you gave me a ride three weeks ago.”

‘Dumbass’ went unsaid, but James could feel it hanging in the air. He coughed lightly. “Right. Anyway, you can toss your bag wherever and hop in the passenger seat. My place isn’t far from here.”

Sirius took his duffel as he unlocked the car and settled both in the trunk with more care than James’ poor, battered bag had ever seen in its life. That was another thing that confused him about Sirius Black—he was so careful. He walked quietly for someone so tall, and each movement seemed pre-planned.

Each movement, that is, until he tried to get in the car. “Uh, Pots?”

“That’s m—oh.” James covered his mouth to stifle his laughter as Sirius tried to fold himself into the passenger seat and failed miserably. “I’m sorry, my girlfriend was sitting there last. Uh, there’s a lever on your right—yeah, there, just give it a pull and—”

With a harsh ka-chunk, the seat slid all the way back. Both men froze. It took everything in James’ power not to burst out laughing at the deer-in-headlights shock on Sirius’ face.

“Yep, that one,” he managed. “Nice job.”

They drove in relative quiet—James chattered on about weekend plans and hummed to the radio while Sirius watched out the window with the occasional monosyllable response. It took James a bit by surprise how comfortable he was, even without a steady stream of banter. Sirius might have been stubborn and silent and determined to foil all James’ plans at getting him to socialize, but he was calming to be near, like an anchor on unsteady water. Despite his overall quiet air, he was obviously paying attention to every word that left James’ mouth.

“You’re a good guy, y’know that?” he said as they turned onto his street. Sirius glanced over in surprise. “Most people tune me out within, like, five minutes.”

“I’m a good listener.”

James opened his mouth to respond, then paused. “Was that—Sirius Black, was that a joke?”

Something akin to mischief—mischief!—crossed his face. “Maybe.”

“Were you roasting me?” James gaped at him. “Oh my god. The guys are never gonna believe this.”

“Probably not.”

“You sick bastard. They won’t believe me.”

“You can give it a shot,” Sirius said with a shrug as the engine turned off. Pieces began to connect in James’ head as he stared, incredulous, at the rookie he thought would never even crack a smile. Four months of work had not been wasted, as he had feared; every joke, every one-sided conversation, and every attempt to get Sirius involved had been seen and heard and taken to heart. When he thought about it, he wasn’t sure he had ever seen Sirius actively agree to something unless James asked personally.

“We’re friends,” he said aloud, too surprised and too happy to hold it in. Not friends in the way James was with the rest of their loud, over-the-top teammates, but friends all the same.

“Well, yeah,” Sirius said as if it was obvious.

James unbuckled his seatbelt and socked him lightly on the shoulder, barely suppressing a shriek of excitement. “Love you, man. Grab your shit, we’ve got a party to set up.”

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As much as it pained James to say it, having someone around who was six-foot-three was a huge help. There was no blow to his pride as he dragged Lily’s stepstool out; no grudging acceptance that he simply couldn’t reach those last two inches on the wall. Instead, he could foist any and all responsibility on his brand-new best friend in the whole wide world and focus on the things that mattered, like putting anything breakable or important far away from the grubby hands of his inebriated teammates.

His success was still ringing in his ears when the guests finally arrived—throughout the evening, James rode the high of accomplishing his mission to pull Sirius Black into his tight-knit circle. Every minute of those four months was worth it.

Midnight came and went, and by one-thirty in the morning James’ cramped living room was packed with tipsy hockey players in a vague imitation of a circle. “Non, non, I’ve gotta good one,” Dumo said, hiccupping. The room fell quiet as he leaned forward. “What do you call a body of water with a chicken in it?”

“What?” Kasey whispered, starry-eyed like a kid at Christmas.

“A swimming pool.”

The room stayed quiet, and then someone started to laugh. Slowly, they all turned to the source of the noise, and James felt a ripple of shock roll through the team as Sirius snorted. “It’s a swimming pool,” he said around a smile, his accent thick from three drinks. He had a nice laugh; James could get used to hearing it. “Like—poule, like chicken?”

His whole face was alight with happiness. James wasn’t sure whether to cry or cheer. That’s what I’ve been waiting for, he thought. That look, right there. Sirius fit in among the group like a missing piece of their puzzle, snickering away as if he hadn’t been stoically silent a day in his life. His laugh was downright bubbly.

“I don’t think they get it,” Dumo said into the rim of his cup.

Sirius shook his head, trying to catch his breath. “D’accord, so—so ‘chicken’ in French is poule, yeah? So a chicken in a body of water is a swimming poule. Do you get it now?”

A few oh’s of understanding washed over them, but several people continued to stare. “Too drink for this,” Sergei grumbled, though James could see the smile pulling at his mouth as Sirius turned to him with bright eyes.

“But it’s funny!” Sirius protested, so earnest it made James’ heart hurt.

“I think it’s funny, rookie,” he assured him with a clumsy pat on the arm. “And it’s my house, so I say Dumo gets a point this round.”

Kasey hiccupped. “Hey, anyone who makes the rookie laugh gets points in my book. No offense, dude.”

“None taken,” Sirius said, though his cheeks were pink.

James nudged him with his shoulder as Talker started a knock-knock joke. “It’s okay,” he said under his breath.

Sirius picked at the label on his cup. “I know I haven’t been very social,” he muttered.

“It’s okay,” James insisted. “It always takes rookies a while to warm up, so we’re just glad you’re happy. I’m glad my best friend is having a good time at my party.”

A heavy silence fell between them as Sirius looked over, eyebrows raised. “Best friend?”

“What, like you didn’t see this coming?” James slung an arm over his shoulder. “Yes, you French-Canadian nerd, you’re my best friend. And that means I’m your best friend, and there’s no take-backsies.”

“What the hell is a take-backsie?” Sirius laughed. “Did you make that up?”

James grinned. He had the feeling this was the beginning of an excellent friendship.

[cinebration]

None Like You (Geralt x Reader) [Request]

hi! can you do a geralt one shot with fem reader where she's a princess and they start falling for each other? tysm! — Request by anon

Warnings: blood

Gif Source: frodo-sam

Your mother had raised you to believe you were someone of importance, but life on the farm had said otherwise. You toiled just like everyone else, bleeding and sweating. You were soiled, not spoiled. Yet your mother insisted you were a princess and told you outrageous bedtime stories to lull you to sleep in your youth.

You should have paid better attention.

When King Henselt’s only son died, leaving only a marriage and no heirs, you woke one morning to the pounding of a mailed fist on the door. Your mother answered and then hurried into your room, fluttering about like a mad woman.

“It’s time,” she cried, shoving you into your best dress and raking her fingers through your hair.

“For what?”

“To be someone.”

Then she bundled you out the door into the arms of a military escort carrying the Kaedwan sigil on their shields and tunics: a red-horned unicorn on a yellow field.

It took you the whole day to finally coax information out of your escort regarding the whole ordeal. When they told you what you were, you nearly fell out of your saddle in disbelief.

The king must be desperate, you thought as you tried to fall asleep beside the campfire.

Then the night turned bloody.

~~

Something crunched underfoot to your right. You huddled deeper in the hollowed tree, clutching the steel in your hands. The edges had sliced open your palms, but you didn’t care. It afforded you some protection, even if the creature had snapped the blade it came from like a twig.

Tensing, you waited for the sound to draw nearer, coiling to spring. It was just like killing chickens, you told yourself. One neat slice to the throat.

You leapt out of the hollow, slashing up and across.

The witcher caught your wrist easily, flinging the steel out of your hand. Stifling a cry, you cradled the injured hand to your chest, backed away from him. His eerie yellow eyes tracked you as you pressed yourself against the tree trunk, searching for an escape.

“What happened?” His voice rasped like feet dragged over gravel.

“Death,” you whispered, gesturing vaguely in the direction of the massacre. “Some…thing.”

“It’s dead now.”

You fixed him with a wary glance. “Truly?”

He grunted.

You nearly sank to your knees in relief. Pressing a hand to your mouth, you felt the cuts in your hand spasm. Fresh blood wept from the slashes, trickling down your arms. The witcher swept his gaze over you, eyeing the wounds. You fumbled with the hem of your dress, trying to rip the dirty fabric into strips.

“Did you fight it?” The surprise in the witcher’s voice drew your ear.

You wheezed. “I slashed it, yes, but fight? No.”

Rummaging around in the leaves on the forest floor, the witcher retrieved the broken steel, examined it. He swore.

Unease coiled within you. “What is it?”

“Come here.”

You hesitated. The witcher rolled his eyes and strode over to you, grabbing you by the wrist. His touch was firm but not tight, much to your surprise. You followed after him, feeling a little dizzy as he led you over to the road. A horse stood idly there, kind eyes inquisitive. It didn’t shy away as you drew near despite the smell of blood.

“Good horse,” you murmured, appraising it.

The witcher fumbled through a saddlebag, searching for something. At last he pulled out a vial and took your hands, tearing off the strips to get to your wounds. He poured the grey contents of the vial out before you could protest.

You nearly screamed, the pain in your hands was so excruciating. Lighting shot up your arms as the vial’s contents fizzed on your palms and in your wounds.

“To prevent the venom from killing you,” the witcher explained.

“If the pain doesn’t kill me first,” you hissed through gritted teeth.

A smirk tugged on the witcher’s lips, followed quickly by a frown. “What were you doing traveling with those soldiers?”

You hesitated again. What had you heard about witchers? That they fought for coin and hunted monsters. You had no coin, but neither did you know where you were or how to get home.

“King Henselt sent them,” you confided slowly. “They believe I am his bastard daughter.”

“A princess.”

You elected to ignore the mild groan in the man’s voice. “Can you take me home? The farm, not Aed Carraigh.”

His yellow eyes fixed on you again, white eyebrows beetling together. “You don’t want to go to the castle?”

“Is it safe? As safe as home?”

His lips pressed into a thin line.

“Then take me home,” you insisted. “I’m no princess.”

~~

The witcher smelled. You couldn’t ignore it, not with your face pressed into his back. He wasn’t made for traveling with someone sitting behind him. You could feel it in the tension of his shoulders and back, as though he couldn’t relax beneath the touch of your arms. You did your best to relax your own tense grasp.

You had run nigh over a mile before collapsing in the hollowed tree trunk. The horse covered the distance easily, passing by the smoldering, bloody encampment you had settled down in the night before. You watched it pass, glimpsing the heaps of bodies scattered about.

It took several hours to draw near home. Joy fluttered in your chest as you approached.

You crested the ridge overlooking home and went still, horror rolling through you. The farm house was ash and rubble, still smoking. The animals had been let from their pens, taken for livestock by whatever had rolled through the farm.

“Bandits,” the witcher noted.

Fighting nausea, you wandered down to the burnt house, searching in the ruins. The ash burned your hands and legs, but you sifted through it, yanking aside a crumbling beam.

Beneath lay your mother. What was left of her.

You retched off to the side, stumbling through the ash. You stood bent at the waist for an eternity before you felt the witcher watching you. Turning to face him, you wiped the sick from your chin. “I can’t stay here.”

He frowned.

Your mother had raised a practical woman, fantastic fantasies about your lineage aside. It was all you could think to do as you stood in the ashes of your dead life. One foot in front of the other.

“I have no money,” you confessed, “but if King Henselt sent for me, he can pay you to ensure my arrival.”

The witcher considered it. At last he growled and nodded.

~~

It would take four days to reach Aed Carraigh. The horse—named Roach, you learned—could only manage that distance in a shorter time if not burdened with two riders.

You sat close to the campfire, warming yourself in the flames, shaking not from cold but from fear as the night closed in around you. The night held terrors untold, but until the night before, you had never seen them in the flesh. Knowing they lingered out in the dark set your teeth on edge.

“I’m sorry to burden you,” you told the witcher, the silence too much to bear. You watched the horse warily for signs of attack, knowing the animal was likely to hear or sense it before you.

“Why don’t you want to be a princess?”

Taken aback by the unexpected question, you shrugged. “Why would I want to be one?”

“Riches. A comfortable life.”

“I had a comfortable life with riches untold. They just weren’t gold.”

“Gold is necessary.”

“Gold means nothing if your life is miserable.”

The words hung heavy in the air. The witcher averted his gaze, surprising you. Frowning, you rubbed at your arms, trying to make the hair on your arms stand down. His averted face gave you the opportunity to study his features. They were rough and worn, his brow creased from excessive glowering. He was all hard edges, a larger man than even the largest farmer you had seen. He appeared both comfortable and uncomfortable in his own skin, or perhaps your presence was upsetting him.

“Am I keeping you from work?”

“Are you always so concerned for witchers?”

You shook your head. “I don’t want to be a burden.”

“Yet there you sit.”

You bit your tongue, surprised by the sting of his barb. Something flickered across his stern features as you ducked your head. “Then tell me where to go and I will get there myself.”

“The road is dangerous.”

“Being a woman is dangerous.”

He almost smiled in surprise. You could see it dancing on his lips.

“So tell me where to go,” you insisted. “Then I can leave your remarkable hair.”

His eyebrows twitched. The silence stretched between you both for a minute, the fire crackling in the quiet. At last, he said, “I will take you.”

You almost gave away your relief with a sharp exhale.

~~

Though the witcher was a man of few words, you found you were able to read more from his face and the set of his shoulders than from anything he said. His silences were full of information, though you couldn’t be sure of what exactly. You merely knew that he radiated safety as much as he did danger.

“Do you know many princesses?” you asked him.

He grunted.

“Is that a yes or a no?”

“I know one or two,” he said. “But none like you.”

You frowned, glancing down at your soiled dress. “Yes, I suppose I’m nothing like one. The people will be overjoyed with a farmer’s daughter.” You snorted.

“I think they could use one.”

Frowning, you glanced up at him. He didn’t quite smile, but the glower on his face had shifted into something softer.

“Well, when I am princess,” you said, “I will remember at least one person believes me suited for the job. That’s all that matters.”

A faint smile touched the witcher’s lips. You matched it with a slow smile of your own.

[tinkerbellwoo]

ATEEZ MTL Survive A Zombie Apocalypse

Most

Yunho

Hongjoong

Jongho

Wooyoung

San

Yeosang

Seonghwa

Mingi

Least

Yunho would be the most likely to survive purely based on his gaming experience, fast reflexes and decision making skills. He’d know how to ration properly and what to prioritise as well as how to make weapons from everyday supplies.

Hongjoong is second because he’s good at thinking outside the box as well as making fast decisions and working under pressure. I firmly believe the key to surviving an apocalypse is based on intelligence and tactics instead of strength, that is why HJ and YH are at the top.

Jongho comes third because he’d remain sensible throughout, although he’d be scared, he knows it’s important to stay in the right frame of mind to make good decisions. He’s also very strong so he’d be able to build things, fight etc.

Wooyoung is fast as fuck, this man ain’t getting caught up in none of this living dead shit. He’s quite strong and super agile, he’s also good at making smart decisions when the time is right. I feel like the thought of using a weapon of some kind would excite him a little... just don't put him in charge if you want to survive.

San has a lot of experience with gaming so I feel like he'd have some kind of idea on what to do in this situation however, I feel like he’d also prefer to just hide away from a long time and only think of collecting supplies when he’s already running critically low and is forced to face the zombies. He’s another one that's fast af and have you seen his fucking flying 360° neck breaker spin kick? Mans moving mad.

Yeosang isn't as high up as the others in terms of intelligence but don't get me wrong, he’d come out with some megamind genius plan when you least expect it, he’d leave it to the others to think of something first though. In terms of strength, this bitch should be at the tippy top, but I believe he wouldn't be that great at fighting. He’d be worried about hurting the zombie even though my guy is in a literal zombie apocalypse and has to fight for his life. He’d be really good at anything strength related though.

Seonghwa is scared, tell him it’s a dream and he can go home because he really doesn't know how much longer he can put up with this. He’d probably be the reason ya’ll almost get killed because he chickens out at the worst moment imaginable... He’d be really good at helping with injuries since he knows a lot about cleanliness and sterilisation which is essential to avoid deadly infections.

Mingi will lose his absolute fucking marbles, is the first to go insane and be tempted to stray from the group because no one will listen to him and he feels he would benefit going his own way to survive... which ultimately, would get him killed pretty damn quick. Have you seen him playing mafia game with the rest of the guys? My boy is stressed, free him.

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A/N - I missed my MTL posts so much, I’m sorry this isn't a very original idea but I’m trying to get my brain working so I can come up with some more creative ideas! This is 100% my opinion and should not be taken seriously, this is for entertainment purposes only and nothing is written with intent to upset or offend anyone :3

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[charliedawn]

What is their reaction when they find out that they may have grown attached to you ?

You know how Jason can be very insecure and self-conscious ? Well. Prepare for a whole new level. He will check himself in the mirror when you're not looking, and if he doesn't like what he is seeing ? He will smash the mirror and go in a corner to sit and move back and forth, to give himself some reassurance. He still remembers what his mother used to tell him.

" Persons are a nuisance, Jason. You don't need them to survive."

But then, why does he feel like he needs you ? He feels conflicted as to what to believe.

Super jumpy ! He will jump almost every time you touch him or lose his grip of the things he is holding, often ending broken and splattered on the floor. He would be as clumsy as Jason and would want you to spend more time with him. However, he would also be scared of you breaking his heart.

" I..I c..care.."

Like many of your patients, Brahms has trouble finding his words. At first, many thought he was mute, like Jason or Michael. This is why hearing him speak to you always means it is important.

" I..I care.."

He wants to say many things, how he cherishes every moment you spend together, how you make his heart race everytime you are near him or how he wants you to be by his side forever..But, he can't. He can just hope that what he feels can be expressed through eye contact. You may not understand what he wants to say, but you still try to understand. You put your hand on his and reply with a compassionate smile.

" I care about you too. You are a very good friend, Brahms.."

Did you just indirectly friendzone him ? Possibly..You walk out and Brahms sighs before sitting on his bed while hugging his doll to comfort him.

" You turn me on."

He will be absolutely frank about it. He will just step up and tell you in front of anyone. He doesn't give a damn if the others hear him as well. Also, creep alert, will watch you sleep. He will sneak in your bedroom in the middle of the night and just look at you sleep. He wants to touch you so bad, but he knows that that would wake you up. And he doesn't want that. He will just admire you from afar, even pretend that you may like him back. He would just want to get close to you, to look at you and wonder what you may be dreaming about..hoping that you are dreaming of him.

" Oh my sweet..You look so perfect when you sleep.."

Now..You know how Five is very serious about his relationship with Dolores ? Well, you better be prepared by lots of imaginary fights between the two of them, and even a break-up ! *gasp* Drama. He would be in a very bad mood and would scream and attack everyone that approaches his personal space. He would also smash everything in his room. Like, everything. So much that the other nurses would be too scared of him and ask you to handle it.

" Hey. Are you okay, Five ? Did something happen ?"

He would snort and look up at you with visible frustration.

" You happened. Dolores and I broke up. Not that she was one to share her feelings anyway."

You frown in incomprehension before asking with a small airy laugh.

" I don't understand, what does that have to do with me ?"

Your question seems to trigger a nerve and he suddenly stands up to look at you dead in the eye with anger and, somehow, pain..

" Everything ! You're too nice ! Too forgiving ! Too perfect ! You wiped our past as if it was nothing, goddammit ! We're serial killers, Y/N! We're monsters and you treat us as if we were..as if we were.."

He doesn't get to finish that sentence as he seems on the verge of tears. He jumps on his bed to sit and hide his face behind his knees. You seem to finally understand the problem and sigh before sitting next to Five.

" It's okay to have feelings, Five. You can't hide them forever. I'm sorry if it upsets you but, I don't think you're all that bad. Sure, you kill and even eat people. But, I've seen you change. You are a lot less violent and a few more months ? And I'm sure you'll be out of here in no time."

He looks up at you again with a sort of desperation, very uncharacteristic of Five, before finally asking in a tearful voice.

" What if..What if I don't want to go back ? Out there, I'm just a freak. But, here ? I got.."

He doesn't finish his sentence, but you guess what he is going to say and smile understandingly.

"..Friends ?"

He doesn't answer, he only suddenly hugs you tightly and hides his face in your skirt. You hesitate before slowly petting the top of his head affectionately. The gesture seems to relax him, but he quickly straightens up and wipes his tears away. He then stands up and apologizes.

" I..I'm sorry, it was highly inappropriate of me. I'll..I'll let you work."

Before you could say anything, he runs out of the room and leaves you confused and worried.

Lots of uncontrollable laughter. More than usual. He is very nervous when you're around him and sometimes cries while laughing, showing that he is deeply ashamed of his condition. He is very bipolar and will sometimes act very casually around you, only to break into tears when you leave the room. He will stare at you and turn his gaze away as soon as you would notice.

" Well, would you look at that ? Sir Sh*tty the clown seems to have a little crush on the nice nurse.."

Pennywise would tease him about it while Penny cackles behind him. Arthur glares at them both before either ignoring them or leaving the room.

No. Nope. Certainly not. He will try to hide from you. He knows very well what he is feeling, and also what happens to the people he feels this way towards. He just managed to get rid of his curse, he is not about to risk getting on a murder rampage again ! Every time he would see you, he would pretend to be busy or hide. One time, he even jumped out the window to get away from you. It is very odd since Michael is normally the most chill and calm out of all the patients. But one look at you ? And he becomes a panicking mess. He has to get away. He doesn't want to hurt you like he hurt everyone else close to him, like he hurt his family..

" Me ? Having feelings ? Ah !"

One word: denial. He doesn't want to hear about things like feelings. He saved you ? Bah. It was only because he was bored. He will deny everything, but still follow you and pop up out of nowhere to see what you're doing. He enjoys talking to you, even if he doesn't want to admit it.

" Pennywise..You're staring again."

Penny would gently warn him as his big brother would pretend to not have done such a thing.

" Can't an old clown appreciate to look at nice things sometimes ?"

Penny frowns, not understanding his big brother's words until Freddy intervenes by popping next to him with a huge grin.

" Let it go, kid. Your big bro is just too much of a chicken to go talk to her.."

Pennywise growls in annoyance at Freddy before raising his middle finger at him.

" F*ck off Freddy ! At least I don't watch her sleep like a total perv !"

That would result in a fight that you would have to break. Again..

" Pennywise..I think I'm sick.."

Pennywise would admit some day to Pennywise that would sigh in annoyance.

" Stop saying stupid sh*t. You know very well that we can't be sick."

But, upon seeing the devastated face of his brother, Pennywise sighs loudly before turning towards him to focus his whole attention on him.

" Fiiinnneee...Tell me."

Penny's mood seems to lit up as his brother seems to be willing to listen to him.

" OK, so it concerns the nurse, Y/N. Everytime they are near me, I feel things in my stomach, like a million kids were kicking me in there..Everytime they touch me, I feel as if a part of me in my chest is about to burst and I feel warm, very very warm. And then, I feel very very bad when they talk to anyone else..It's horrible. I want it to stop..Should I eat them ?"

Pennywise stays silent for a while before saying with an unusual straight face.

" Penny.."

He starts, but Penny starts panicking as he sees the sour look on his brother's face.

" Oh ! It's bad, isn't it ?! What is it ?! How long do I have ?!"

Pennywise rolls his eyes dramatically at his brother's exaggerated reaction before cutting him off in his worried questions.

" Shut up, you idiot ! You're not dying. You're just feeling.."things" for them."

Penny stops talking and frowns in confusion, his eyes diverging in deep concentration, as if trying to understand Pennywise's words.

" Things ?! What things ?!"

He finally asks with his eyes wide open in obvious loss and Pennywise face-palms himself before answering with a loud sigh.

" You're falling in love, you dumb f*ck !"

At the word, Penny's face freezes and his smile goes downwards as he realizes that his older brother is right.

" Oh, sh*t.."

He curses and Pennywise frowns, as Penny hates curses.

" Language ! I'm the only one allowed to use curses, remember ?!"

Penny nods before asking in a worried tone.

" How do I get rid of it ? I don't like it.."

Pennywise can't help but feel sorry for Penny, as he knew better than anyone that there was no turning back..

" I'm sorry kid. But if it's really love ? You can't..like I can't.."

Penny's eyes widen at his brother's confession.

" You..You..love her too ?"

Pennywise seems to realize what he just said and groans before walking away. He didn't want anyone to know, even though Penny is his brother. Penny understands the wish of his brother to be left alone and starts walking out in the garden to think over what his older brother said..Could it be ? Could he really be falling in love ?

Bonus : The deal

The Horde is blindfolded and dragged to another room where a man and a woman are waiting for them. At first look, he can already tell that this man is one of the unworthy. The unbroken. The weak..His interest is cut short and he then turns towards the woman sitting next to him. Now, this one was interesting..Her eyes betrayed a much deeper complexity and she had a scar running from her forehead to her left cheek that proved she was worthy.

" You..You are broken. Rejoice.."

The woman smiles, but before she could start talking, her partner does it for her.

" Mister Wendell Crumb, we have a mission for you."

But Kevin only grits his teeths at the man.

" You are impure..I want to kill you.."

The man arks an eyebrow, but ignores his threat.

" Fine. Whatever. But first, I want you to be my spy. We didn't get you out of this prison for nothing, mister Wendell Crumb. We want you to be our little spy in the facility. We want you to find out how a certain miss L/N managed to control the patients outside of the facility. Do that, and you'll be as free as a bird..Do we have a deal ?"

He frowns, they wanted him to spy on a nurse ? She must be quite special for them to go to such lengths, to use him as a spy..Yes, quite the unique prey. The Beast was already impatient and Kevin licks his lips before nodding.

" Fine, but on one condition. When you're finished with her, I get to eat her heart.."

The request seems to take the man aback, but it is the lady that Kevin is looking at. She smiles coldly before nodding in agreement.

" Deal."

Kevin finally smiles widely and can't help the excited giggle that gets out from deep within him. Then, the dark and low voice of the beast makes itself heard as the smile grows almost ferocious as he announces. .

" Let the hunt begin.."

[unloved-cadillac]

Hey there! I saw your requests are open and here i am hehe. I was thinking about a levi x reader in an established but almost secret relationship (she is a captain too) and one night after a mission that went surprisingly well cadets decided to play truth or dare for fun. Eren (or any other boy) has to kiss you not knowing you are Levi's girlfriend and well, let's say Levi is jealous af as he growls "Run". I hope you like my idea hon ❤️

C/n: I love this so much. Thanks for requesting and I hope that you enjoy🤍

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Truth or Dare? (Levi x Reader)

A night off in the Survey Corps was well earned after a week of expeditions and hardcore training. The cadets all sat by their table while superiors sat next to them. Y/n and Levi sat next to each other while they both chatted about the day when they heard Connie yell. “Let’s play a game, guys!”

“Ugh, Connie. “I Spy” is literally the worst game invented. I hope whoever did got eaten by a Titan.” Eren says while he sighs. “No, no. Not I Spy. Let’s play truth or dare! Our superiors can join in too!” He motions to the adult table and Mike chuckles along with Erwin. “I see no harm in that. Do you guys?” Erwin asks and Levi scoffs. “Tch. I’m not playing.” He says and Y/n bumps his knee with hers. “Well, I’m going to. We all need a nice game to play anyway. Hange! Let’s join!”

“Oh hell yes!” Hange yells and takes Y/n’s hand to get up. Levi watched his woman go with the scientist. Shooting down his tea, he got up and followed. Everyone sat in a circle and Levi sat behind Y/n on a chair. “Ok. So how we played back at home was if you get Truth, you must speak the truth because if you don’t, you get penalized. I can’t remember what the penalty was but it’s the same for dare.”

“Maybe everyone else gets to decide what’s the penalty.” Mikasa softly says but Connie hears it. “That’s perfect! Alright. So whoever doesn’t do their truth or dare, the person to their left will pick the penalty. Let’s begin!”

Connie took a bottle and placed it in the center of the circle and spun it. The first was Jean. “Jean! Truth or dare?” Connie asks and Jean sighs. “Truth. I don’t want to fall prey to whatever stupid dare you’d make me do.” Connie chuckles. “That’s fine. Now you have to speak the truth. How long have you had a crush on Mikasa?” Jean’s face turned into a bright red blush and averted everyone’s gaze while they began to laugh. “C’mon. Answer.” Sasha says, taking a bite of her potato. Jean puts his hands over his eyes and mumbles under his breath. “Can’t hear you, Jeanbo!”

“Ever since I met her! Now can we please move on?!” Jean yells and uncovers his eyes glaring at Connie. His blush was still very prominent and he spared a quick glance at Mikasa to see her angry face but instead got a blush.

Throughout the turns, everyone did stupid and silly things, confessed to certain crushes and everyone had a great laugh. Even the Commander fell prey to a dare and he had to dance for 15 seconds. “The commander got some moves!” Sasha says and everyone cheers for him. “Ah~. Thank you.”

It was Jean’s turn to spin and when he twirled the bottle, it landed on Eren. “Ohoho. Jaeger. Truth or dare, titan boy?” Jean asks and Eren furrows his eyebrows. “Dare.” He says and everyone “oohs”. “You sure? You’re not gonna chicken out are you?”

“I’m not you, Kirsten. Just give me a dare.” Eren says and Jean thinks. A bright idea popped in his head and his smiled turned devilish. “Alright, Eren. I dare you to give Captain Y/n a kiss.” The air turned silent and Eren’s face turned red. Damn him. Jean knew damn well Eren had a crush on his superior and this wasn’t going to help him at all.

Y/n’s eyes widened but then she chuckled. Eren on the other hand wasn’t so pleased. “Gonna back out, Eren? You know what happens.” Connie says and Eren shakes his head. “No. I’m not a wuss.” So turning and facing Y/n, he avoids her eyes. “May I, Captain Y/n?” He asks and Y/n chuckles at her sweet boy. “On my cheek.” She says and he nods.

As quick as lightning, Eren’s lips placed a quick kiss on Y/n’s cheek and everyone cheered. Eren smiled and looked behind him to see Captain Levi glaring at him. That wasn’t good. That’s that look he saw in court before he got beaten to a pulp.

“C-Captain Levi?” Eren stutters out and Levi gets up from his chair. “You better start running, boy.” Levi says and Eren’s eyes widen. “OH SHIT!” Eren yells and sprints out of the circle while Levi chased him. Y/n was laughing up a storm with Hange and so did the others. A few moments passed and Levi came back holding Eren by the back of his collar. “Say it.” Levi said sternly.

“Sorry, Captain Y/n.” Eren apologizes and Y/n chuckles. “It’s fine! Levi, put the poor baby down.” Y/n says and Levi drops Eren on the floor.

Later that night in their bed, Y/n laid on Levi’s chest as she listened to his heartbeat. “You really are a jealous man, aren’t you Levi?” She says and Levi scoffs. “Excuse you, you’re mine and not anybody else’s. Stupid kids and their dares.” Levi mumbles and Y/n giggles then lifts her head up to kiss Levi.

“Exactly. They’re kids. If you didn’t scar Eren at court you definitely did now.” Y/n exclaims and lays her chin on his chest. “You know I love you, right? And only you.” She asks and he nods. “I know. And I you.” He lays a kiss on her forehead and they both drifted off to sleep.

In the boys rooms, Eren was holding a cloth of ice to his cheek as Jean and Connie laughed. “I can’t believe you kissed Captain Y/n. In front of Captain nonetheless.” Connie says and Eren furrows his eyebrows. “So what if it was in front of him?” Eren asks, thinking it was because he kissed a superior officer. Jean and Connie stop and look at him. “You don’t know?” Armin steps in and gives more ice to Eren. “Why is it so important that Captain Levi was there, Armin?” Eren asks. “I thought you knew. Captain Levi and Y/n are together. They have been since the previous expedition.”

“They’re WHAT?!”

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“Oh Eren. You oblivious cutie.”

🖤🤍Thanks for reading🤍🖤

-Caddy.