#maybe it really is as simple as them not sharing a profession

[mistresscitrusslice]

A few months ago when I was into BG3, I couldn’t stop thinking about God Gale/Ascended Astarion and Dark Consort Gale/Ascended Astarion.

…and then I realized I had just circled back to what was essentially reskinned Divorce Era Jayvik and Augmented Jayce/Machine Herald. 😐

My brain only has one setting.

[cant-get-enough-btr-forever]

Welcome to MsMojo, and today we're counting down our picks for the Top 10 Big Time Rush Show Theories!

Okay, I'm not actually MsMojo.

But here are my theories, anyway. They get darker as you go down. You have been warned.

10) Mr. Knight's First Name Is Donald

This wouldn't be complete without a Kendall's Father Theory, so I included three of them.

In "Big Time Beach Party", Kendall's middle name is revealed to be Donald. I'd bet money that this is his dad's name.

9) Mr. Knight Is a Famous Athlete

Mr. Knight is probably a well-known athlete, at least in Minnesota. He was the kind of jock who got all the scholarships and trophies. Since Mama Knight was a cheerleader (revealed in "Big Time Pranks II"), she likely met him during a game. Since he particularly excelled at hockey, it became his main profession.

This would explain why Kendall loves hockey so much.

8) Carlos' Helmet Is a Gift From His Father

The age-old question: Why the heck is Carlos so obsessed with that helmet?

It's simple, really: His dad gave it to him when he was a child. As Mr. Garcia is a police officer, he was probably away from home for long periods of time. Carlos grew attached to the helmet during these periods, because it reminded him of his papi.

This attachment worsened after Carlos moved to California, for obvious reasons.

7) The Jennifers' Origin Story

I actually made a whole poll for this one (which is what inspired me to write this essay).

Until recently, I'd never given this question much thought: How did The Jennifers become The Jennifers? More importantly, why?

Well, I have a few theories. I'll list them in order of most to least plausible.

Theory 1: The Jennifers just happened to meet at the Palmwoods. Once they realized how much they had in common (right down to their names), they decided to form an alliance.

Why? They are insecure and ungainly on their own, so they find strength in numbers. Just look at what happens in "Big Time Prom Kings", when one of The Jennifers is separated from the others. She is shown to be an awkward weirdo.

Theory 2: They're victims of the Industry—that is, they were forced into this "mean girls" act. Their real names may not even be Jennifer.

Theory 3: They're adopted sisters. This means that their parents 1) took them in as babies and named them all Jennifer, or 2) only adopted kids named Jennifer. Either way, their parents are psychopaths.

6) Logan and James Are Only Children

Please don't cite me (or fight me) on this; I am not a psychologist. You can, however, cite this.

Being an only child would explain James' desire for fame/attention: He got undivided attention from his mom (maybe not his dad) as a child, so it carried over into his later years.

Or...maybe he didn't get enough attention as a child. This would've also carried over into his later years. So, really, it could've gone both ways.

It would even explain James' habit of talking to himself/the mirror. He had no siblings to vent to, and something tells me his parents weren't the listening types.

This is why Brooke Diamond was so against the idea of him leaving. Many people find it hard to part with their only child. And, in Brooke's case, the only heir to her company.

As for Logan, being an only child contributed to his social awkwardness. On the plus side, he was more successful academically, since he didn't have to vie for his parents' support. It's the opposite of James' situation, basically.

This is why no other siblings are mentioned in the show. Now, as for Carlos? Well...I got nothin'. He doesn't give off "only child" vibes to me. In fact, I can picture him as the youngest sibling in a big, happy family. Additionally, the odds of all three being only children are pretty slim.

Feel free to share your own theories as to why other siblings are never mentioned.

5) Logan Diamond

This is a wild one, but please hear me out.

In "Big Time Moms", Logan's real name is revealed to be Hortense. Brooke Diamond didn't like that name, so she ordered the boys to start calling him Logan instead.

But...where did Brooke get the name "Logan", anyway?

My first theory was that it's his middle name. Makes sense. Then I thought of another theory that isn't too far-fetched:

Brooke couldn't have just pulled the name out of thin air—she liked that name. That name was special to her.

What if "Logan" had been her second name choice for James? "James" may be Mr. Diamond's name, which is the only reason she went with it.

This would mean that we almost had a "Logan Diamond."

4) Gustavo's Wife Cheated on Him

It sounds funny. But it also makes sense, when you think about it.

Gustavo seems like this big, mean rock (pun intended) who is incapable of any emotion besides rage. However, in "Big Time Secret", he says (after eating Mama Knight's snickerdoodles),

So, clearly, he's been in love at least once.

Here's my take: He had a wife many years ago, before he was a famous producer. But once his fame increased, so did his job-related anger/stress. Growing tired of this, his wife became unfaithful. Eventually, she left him altogether.

This embittered him into the cynical, love-hating Gustavo we know today.

3) James Used to be Bullied

I think James was bullied as a child, before he met the other boys. Maybe he was made fun of for being underweight/overweight. Maybe he was one of those kids who had to wear headgear. Whatever the reason, he was ridiculed for the way he looked.

This is why he's so concerned with looks in his later years. He's afraid of being "ugly" because he's scarred by those bad memories.

2) Mr. Knight Cheated on Mrs. Knight

As I said in #9, Kendall's dad is likely a popular athlete. Famous athletes are often swimming in money...and fans. Mr. Knight would've had plenty of opportunities to be unfaithful. This is what led to his and Mama Knight's separation.

He left his family very little money, choosing instead to spend it on his mistress. Mama Knight was forced to wait tables in order to support her kids (she says so in "Big Time Demos").

So, it's easy to see why the Knights never speak of him. What makes this theory even better is that Challen Cates (Mama Knight's actress) kind of confirmed it in this tweet.

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Before I unveil my #1 pick, here are some honorable mentions:

The Entirety of Big Time Movie Is Carlos' Dream

Think about it—Carlos didn't actually wake up at the start of the movie. The whole thing is just a continuation of his dream.

Jenny Tinkler Suffers From Spontaneous Human Combustion

How else do you explain the random fires she causes? There has been a surprising amount of research on this phenomenon, by the way.

Buddha Bob Comes From a Wealthy Family

This humble maintenance man mentions in "Big Time Fever" that he went to business school. He proves it by rattling off some genuine financial factoids.

Business school costs thousands of dollars. This leads me to believe one thing: His parents are loaded. I wouldn't be surprised if they bribed Mr. Bitters into hiring him.

(Of course, he could've also taken out a student loan. Maybe he's working at the Palmwoods to pay off his debt. I dunno.)

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1) Logan's Father Is Dead

Why is Logan so bent on becoming a doctor? Yes, he's smart. But he doesn't quite fit the profile: He panics under pressure, is easily grossed out, and is indecisive. I would've expected him to pursue a career in astronomy, since it seems to suit him better.

So, I mulled for a bit, and this is what I came up with: Mr. Mitchell passed away from an illness when Logan was little. This is what fueled Logan's desire to help other sick people. It would also explain why we never see his dad—or even hear him mentioned.

This ties in with the "only child" theory, because Mrs. Mitchell probably never remarried. Thus, Logan never had any siblings.

Do you agree with my picks? Please share your own theories; I love to hear them! I've pinned a link to all my Big Time Rush essays (I plan on writing more). And to MsMojo: Please don't sue me.

[glassrowboat]

🐻 carnival prize

Another Shot. Lyney.

Word count: 2,400+

“You suck.”

You couldn't help but click your tongue as, once again, the blond across the sticky counter, no doubt from countless grubby fingers and spilled cups containing fizzy soda with lids that weren't quite put on right, missed his target. The bright red and white circles seemingly teasing him as they waved back and forth with the poster boards of some animals they were slapped onto.

Well, this was the ‘Hunters Paradise’ shooting game.

“I am trying here.” The blond protested with a slight whine in his voice that you welcomed the sound of far more than the same song you've been forced to listen to on repeat for hours. The entire duration of your shift always proved to have that song playing in your ears even as your head hit a pillow in hopes of some quality shut eye. Haunting you even in your dreams.

Behind him was a woman with a funnel cake and white powder staining her gloves. Not that she seemed to mind, though, as she asked if he really was trying at all.

Aka: the popular brother and sister act of Fontaine standing right before you, and failing at playing a simple game while they're at it.

“You know, magician, I thought you'd be a bit better at this whole rigged games thing considering your profession revolves around sleight of hand.”

Or that he'd be slightly self-aware enough to realize these were just a complete money sink. Not that it seems that way as Lyney once again placed a few mora on the counter, even when his sister's tail twitched at the sight.

Another shot at the game to be had.

“One more try?” He asked.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes, even as you picked up the basket containing the ammo (they were really just rubber bullets) and filled the plastic gun he had been holding back up to its limit. Six shots for another six failures.

“Haven't you learned any better?”

“Well, maybe I just need a good teacher to show me the way.” Lyned said with a wink.

You shoved the gun back in his hands, gesturing for Lyney to continue. Arm outstretched much like you'd seen the very man…if he could be called that..do five minutes earlier when some kids came up to him and asked Lyney to show them a few tricks.

It was a cute sight and certainly far more humble than the shows you've come to know him for. There was no grand spotlight shining on everything, setting a stage alight, but there were eyes full of excitement trying to track his every move.

It's why you thought he came over here in the first place, to give one of those tiny hands a toy to play with, but his flirting had quickly changed your mind on that conclusion.

“Just shoot, cause I'm not taking students.”

Miss. Miss. Miss.

At this point, you were just sharing a look with Lynette and trying not to snicker too obviously.

“Brother, I'm surprised you've been missing the targets so much when you're usually so skilled with a bow.” Lynette said, and that was enough to have your quiet giggles breaking out into a full fit even as you tried to hide them behind your hand.

“Well, dearest sister, this is very different from a bow.”

You were rolling another one of those rubber bullets, ones that are purposefully made with a weighted side, between your fingers as you muttered: “Yeah, right. Sounds like someone's making excuses.”

“Shouldn't you be a bit nicer to me here? I mean, I am putting in money to the booth you're running and all.” As he spoke, Lyney's words slowly trailed off, like even he knew that point was mute.

“I don't get paid enough to be nice.” You said, sticking your tongue out at him.

Not on minimum wage, anyway. It's barely enough to keep your teeth from gritting as that damn song starts again.

“Besides, you're like a celebrity anyway, so I'd imagine you have the money to blow on this.”

Another miss.

“So you've heard of me then? I didn't know my name was so popular in Fontaine. Especially not with such a lovely individual as yourself.”

“Yeah, I heard about you cause of that murder case trial.”

This time, you couldn't blame Lyney as he missed, not with the way he flinched at being called out. An accidental trigger poll. “Ah…well…I was on trial for another thing too if you didn't hear. I can tell you all about it.”

“Alright.” You said as you picked up another handful of bullets, already expecting Lyney to pay for another attempt as they rolled into your awaiting palm. “Regale me, magician.”

“Gladly. Now, picture this: a grand scene. One that has everyone holding their breath in sheer anticipation as I was brought to the stand as a thief. You see, the crime I committed was stealing your heart.”

As he spoke, Lyney was dramatically gesturing to himself with his open hand. Chest right over his heart. Or better yet: the frilled ruffles of his shirt.

(That outfit was not doing him any favors with the twink allegations.)

“He really does say some strange things.” Lynette said, trying to speak around the bite of her cake she had just taken. A notion you couldn't help but agree with.

As he missed again, you poked the pink stuffed rabbit hanging above you, the fuzz brushing against your finger as you forced it to swing back and forth from being jabbed at. Its little feet almost hit your head as you ducked under it. “You do know it would be cheaper to just go to the store and buy yourself a stuffed animal, right?”

“But, it wouldn't be the same, now would it?” Lyney reached up, grabbing the rabbit's leg to force it to stay still as he smiled at you. “This one would be given to me by you.”

You couldn't help the sigh that left you, not when he was such a persistent little bugger. Especially over something you're pretty sure your supervisor mentioned was bought in bulk for fifty bucks. “Next round then?”

Lyney nodded in agreement, repeating your words as you got everything ready again.

“I wasn't aware your downfall would be a single stuffed rabbit, brother.” You heard Lynette say as the trigger was pulled again.

“It's a big compliment to the thing, at least.”

“Thing.” She rolled your words on her tongue for a moment before shaking her head, and you couldn't help but wonder if her cat ears naturally twitched with the movement. “Perhaps we should give it a name. Maybe then it will convince my dear brother to actually be good at this game.”

“Reginald?” You asked.

Two sets of eyes landed on you, both with a raised brow right above them, clearly questioning why you chose that name of all things. “I've been in a regency romance kick. Don't worry about it.”

Lyney muttered a small “....Right.”

“Just-” You tapped the gun, only slightly annoyed by how you could feel a sticky residue left behind. Something you've had to wipe away countless times now only for it to return as another customer happily runs up to try their hand at this. “Just get back to playing the damn game.”

His laughter had you ducking your head, eyes cast down on the ground to count the few popcorn kernels around your feet.

Though you did smirk the second you saw Lyney missing the target again. A dancing deer going back and forth as if it came to life long enough just to stick its tongue out at him only to return to normal a split second later.

“So, you don't have any special tools to help you in that hat of yours?”

“Unfortunately, a magician can only hold so many items in these things without them being so tall they'd fall off my hat just by walking through a door.”

“I wouldn't worry about that then, I doubt you're even tall enough to touch the doorframe. Let alone have it knock anything of yours off.”

He shot the next bullet at you, hitting you right in the forehead before it fell to the ground with a soft plink.

“Oh now you can aim.” You rolled your eyes. “Don't make me take that from you.”

Much like one would with a misbehaving child.

“Well, I may be out of luck with my hat, but a magician always had a few cards up his sleeve.”

A shuffle of papers graced your ears, barely heard over the sound of the passing crowd and children's screams as they whirled around on the nearby roller coaster that spun your hair in its breeze everytime the carts rolled by, as Lyney suddenly held a few cards in his hands. Shuffling the small deck between deft fingers only for it to seemingly fly in the air with a mock surprised look on his face. One you rolled your eyes at to stop from focusing on the pout he put on only for the cards, or confetti really, to disappear with a flash.

“See?” He asked, just waiting to see your awed expression.

“Impressive. Anyway.”

As you turned away from him, you caught Lynette covering up her laugh as Lyney looked back at her, head snapping. Only to start whining a second later. “Here I am, the greatest magician in all of Teyvat being kind enough to share a free show, and I only get an ‘anyway.’”

Nodding Lynette replied back with: “You did get an ‘impressive’ too.”

“In a tone that clearly said our lovely booth vendor here didn't really think much of it!”

You were half tempted to pipe up and say you have a name, only pinned onto your chest in bold font and surrounded by stickers you slapped onto the badge, but you held your tongue. They'd figure it out eventually as you walked over to the dancing cardboard animals.

Moving up and down endlessly.

Maybe they really were taunting him, you thought as you pushed one over and a loud ringing that caused you to flinch back, despite the fact you were expecting it. A robotic voice calling out "you did great, hunter” in what had to be the most half-hearted attempt at sounding cheery (and you work with teenagers) catching the twins’ attention.

“Congrats, Teyvat’s best magician, you won.”

Holding back on your urge to mock his bow at the end of each show, you pull the pink stuffed rabbit Lyney was playing with early off the hook it was hanging on. Floppy ears whacking your arm as you held it out to him.

“Wait, but I didn't even shoot the target myself. I can't say I won anything if I didn't do it myself.”

“And that matters why?” You asked as you shoved it into his arms.

“Well- I-” Lyney hugged the rabbit tight, wrapping his arms around it as he fumbled over his words. Struggling to get just the right sentence that would catch your attention. “You see, Reginald here-”

“Because the rabbit was supposed to be for you.” Lynette piped up. Hands clapped together as she dusted off the powdered sugar clinging to them, letting the few crumbs left of her dessert fall to the ground.

“I was supposed to tell them that, sister!”

You looked down at the rabbit, big ears the same as always, and a bow tied around its neck suddenly seeming slightly more tolerable after all the stuffies you had to fix when the shipment first arrived. Sewing them back where they belonged took hours and left your fingers pricked and stained red to high Celesta. You had cursed them then…but now.

“For me?” You asked hesitantly.

Lyney rubbed at the back of his neck, the fabric of his shirt rustling slightly with the movement as it just barely concealed a nervous bead of sweat sliding down his skin. “That was the intention, lovely booth vendor. You see, I saw you watching my performance earlier and thought you would like a personal show. One that may or may not have included pulling Reginald here out of a hat.”

“And because he thought you were cute.”

“Sister!” Lyney cried. “Please, can you stop outing me?”

You found yourself watching the two, fingers twitching into the rabbit’s plush fur. Truly, it was amazing how bad of a wing woman Lynette was, but considering Lyney wasn't doing himself much favors before, maybe she isn't doing too bad of a job. Even if she is currently looking upset with him, ears pulled back at the sudden change in his volume.

“Sorry. My apologies, truly, just..please allow me to take it from here. A magician sometimes has to perform a trick or two without their assistant.” He playfully tipped his hat, Lyney’s expression just out of your sight as the twins stared at each other.

“You know,” you interjected, right when Lynette was about to open her mouth, “I wouldn't mind seeing that trick. Or two.”

Spinning around on his heel, Lyney looked at you, eyes wide. Not that you could blame him after being so abrasive, but to be fair, he did that to himself.

“I'm serious.”

“Really? You are?” Lyney asked, hand taking your own that was still keeping the rabbit dangling in the air that carried the scent of fried food on it.

With your confirmation, he pushed the rabbit back towards you with a smile. The same one you saw Lyney giving those children who were running around him as he performed trick after trick at their behest. “Then I'll entrust Reginald to be in your care. And um…”

Your brow raised as you waited for Lyney to finish his sentence, but he kept looking back between the rabbit you were now hugging to your chest and you.

Though, you were half expecting Lynette to chime in with another comment even as she stood to the side watching you two with a deadpan expression.

“And if you happen to actually win the game,” you pointed back towards the dancing cutouts that were once again primed to be shot at, “then your prize can be a date with me. If I get to pick where and when.”

“Well then, our lovely booth vendor,” Lyney said as he placed the coins on the counter, a small chime coming from the handful of mora as they bounced against each other. “Can I have one more round?”

Let's just hope giving him another shot works in your favor you thought as you once again filled the plastic gun full of ammo.

[novlr]

okay, this is complicated, but I'm trying to write a scene that features two characters that have the same gender but neither of their names are revealed yet. so it's getting really weird. do you have any advice on how to possibly do this?

There are definitely ways to describe unrevealed characters (or a character without the use of their names). You’ll find it among classic literature, poetry, and even shorter fiction–all dependent on the author.

What makes your character notable?

When thinking about how to describe and/or narrate your character without using their name, ask yourself what makes them stand out the most. This isn’t just asking “who” your character is; this is asking what makes them who they are. And there are multiple ways to do this.

Personality

To start, maybe your character has a very distinctive personality. Are they extra grumpy or happy? Usually, that’s one of the first things we notice when interacting with other people. We notice first if our family member seems grouchy one particular morning or if a friend looks like they’re about to share the best news of the world during lunch hour.

When telling a story, narrating about a woman being mean to another can be as simple as dubbing her “the mean woman” or “the mean lady.” That’s just as we would start describing someone in real life without knowing who they are. The same can be said about “a nice man” who enters the story and tries to calmly interact with the mean woman who’s making a fuss.

Narrate a character without using their name, but use their personality, mannerisms, or even mood. And this works with using different pronouns, genders, and/or identities; as well as whether the POV of your character (or narrator) knows the other character in question or not.

Appearance

Something else we notice as people while first interacting with others is their appearance. And this involves more than simply what they’re wearing. Again, it must be notable enough as a feature.

Rather than writing a laundry list of what a character is wearing in prose, focus on what pieces of their attire make them stand out in a scene or situation. Take, for example, someone wearing winter layers in the middle of summer and vice versa. Or someone with neon pink hair. Or a really tall person among the crowd.

If you have two characters speaking with each other, such as two women, it can be as simple as a difference in hair color. “The blonde spoke to the brunette.” Yet there are ways to be more creative with your descriptors. Maybe one of them is “the lady in pink” (or “pink lady” for easier word flow) because their entire outfit is pink from head to toe. Sit down and truly consider all attributes of your character(s).

Utilizing appearance and personality to form monikers also works in a setting where all characters dress the same. In The Red Badge of Courage by Stephen Crane, the story takes place during the U.S. Civil War and follows the main character on his journey of being a soldier. Therefore, he and the other characters are all in uniform. Per Crane’s writing style, their names are only utilized in dialogue.

Henry, the main character, is dubbed as “the youth.” Then, other characters are further named as the tall soldier, the loud soldier, the blatant soldier, the sergeant, and even the fat soldier.

Profession/Activity

Consider what your character does, or is currently doing, in your scene. Addressing them as part of their profession is another option for creating a moniker.

Here's an example for a more realistic setting: You have a character walking inside a big corporate building for a job interview–maybe the CEO themself. If the CEO’s name isn’t revealed yet for any reason, or you prefer not to use their name in narrative at a particular moment, referring to the person as “the CEO” is still a way to give them a moniker in narrative.

Or, perhaps you have a character meeting an artist, such as a painter, to collect a piece for their home. In this case, “the painter” or “the artist” also works in prose.

Use other senses

You may have noticed that we discussed a lot of visual attributes of a character that would make great monikers in narration. But don’t forget about the other senses! It is just as efficient to come across a smelly boy or a loud girl and dub them as such. For touch, perhaps a character emerged from a sewer covered in grime, and they feel extra slimy!

Once again, think about how you notice and interact with others during day-to-day life. We may first notice things about other people like “messy hair,” “dressed formally,” or “weirdest outfit ever,” but all your senses are put to work when you are present in any situation. A girl sings off-key in the distance, or the new date your character meets smells like they haven’t showered in a week. These are all great descriptors to use in creating monikers!

Consider point of view and narrator

By now, you should have ideas on how to tackle narrating your characters without using their names, but I do want to add a final note! Keep in mind your character’s POV (or narrator) when writing about another character. Does your character/narrator know this person? Monikers like “the stranger” work just as well in prose, and even add some mystery or tension to the mix!

First person can make it simple with prose like, “I stared at the tall stranger. I never met him before, but this is now the second time he’s shown up. Just who is he? Will I ever find out?”

Third person could be, “The figure standing before the boy turned to face him, a complete stranger. Yet the boy did notice the colors on the figure’s uniform–a captain. He stiffened to attention.”

This accomplishes a fun way to introduce characters, where the reader is meeting a new character at the same time the character POV/narrator is. This also allows you to control the pace of bringing in new characters to your story too, versus dumping a list of names and descriptions all at once to overwhelm your reader. From a total stranger in one chapter to realizing a military uniform in another, and eventually learning the new character’s name via dialogue later.

You can read the full post with additional examples at the link below!

[angelic-dew]

Can I get some yan tanjiro pls?

# yandere tanjiro headcannons !

▸🥢・yuri's thoughts :: this request is so old, i am so sorry.

▸🍂・pairing :: Tanjiro K. x g/n reader — {you/your pronouns}

▸✖ ・trigger warnings :: yandere. isolation. possessive behaviour. occ? obsessions. delusions. jealousy. manipulation. grammatical errors. || proofread.

⚝Just a reminder I don't tolerate nor do I encourage the following topics in reality; I like keeping it strictly to fiction

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere which is stricken to the core with pure 'love'; well that's what he tends to call it. All his love and dedication is solely devoted towards his angelic darling, nothing could compare to how you make him feel - it's as if you're a simple treasure, that he must keep safe and hidden away from the greediness of the world.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that doesn't show his yandere tendencies often, to be frank, they never show unless it's a life-or-death situation. However, he tends to always reassure you more often than not, even when you don't need it. Kamado is always professing his undying lust for you in the simplest of ways: either soft praises of his own sentimental value towards you or a gentle gaze accompanied by a slight smile is always enough.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that cannot bare to see you in pain, furthermore, to see your beloved eyes beginning to weep and sob; he truly can't bare to behold a sight such as that, so more often than not, he would do almost anything in his power to keep you happy. Your smile is what he cherishes most. In fact, that's what attracted him to you in the first place, your captivating smile, it was just so alluring and he craves to see that sight more and more.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that spoils you from time to time; that being small gifts or maybe a thing or two you were eyeing at the market the other day. He does tend to pay his utmost attention to your every want and need, he's always listening to you - the slayer is just too wrapped around your finger, my dear, he will listen to your every beck and call, despite how ridiculous they may be. Anything to keep you happy after all.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that never shuts his trap about you. Singing your praises to the top of his lungs as if you're some God when he's away from you on a mission of some sort. He has constant reminders from Zenitsu to kindly shut up but those words tend to fall on deaf ears, for his beloved angel calls his name, every hour of each day, despite their presence being absent.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that manipulates you right from the start. It was his best attempt at a pacifist way of claiming you as his own for good. He spends his time with you when he's not on missions, whether that's enjoying your presence near him or Kamado savouring the conversation you both share together.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that with every individual word that comes out of that mouth of his, it is inclined to store such overbearing emotion behind them. Especially when he locked his eyes on you with such sweet eyes and a tender smile always plastering itself along his face. His voice was inevitably solemn and gentle; as the passion he felt for you was evident within his pupils.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that will make himself familiar with your hobbies/interests. Either trying them out himself or gaining more knowledge about said thing. It always fills him with pure joy to hear you talk about what makes you happiest in the world, and now that he's familiarized with them - he can understand that passion of yours to a greater degree.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that loathes in your loves. He wants it all for himself, he doesn't mind that he's selfish; all he really needs is you, his angel and your love is the purest thing he can get in life.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that doesn't take kindly to rivals, of course, he won't do anything drastic, however, jealousy still radiates off him by the boatload, it's always clear in his demeanour when he feels this type of way. Whether this person may be close to him or not, the only one he truly trusts you around is Nezuko - everyone else is out of the question.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that due to his jealousy, has to find a way to make the 'problem' go away, that is when he finds himself approaching you while the person is with you. Offering you some food or asking you to help him out with some matters. If all fails he pulls you in by the waist and pecks your cheek.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that needs you, to be with you desperately. He loves to savour your beauty your everything; his words are gentle but his intentions are darker and growing more calculated and precise every day he spends with you, that 'love' of his is also growing, like a flame, rapidly burning more as the warmth takes over. He's hooked on you like a drug, a drug he can't get enough of.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that is fully aware of what his actions may cause. The loss of friends and such, he's fully aware and it barely stings him as he does realize the mess he is making. After all, you're his, and he's pulling you closer to him every day; to the point, you feel like he's your world. You're so dependent on him. It's almost pathetic. But don't worry my dear, that's what he wants - he is more than capable of suiting your every demand.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that is an addict for you, and he surely knows that. He's waiting for the day he can claim you as his forever soulmate, for even death cannot draw him apart from you.

© angelic-dew :: reblogs are appreciated ! <3

[acourtofthought]

Hi!

I was wondering if you could share your thoughts on something I've noticed in the ship war.

The canon tells us that Elain doesn't want a mate or a male, and we know it's because she wants Greyson, and I see some Eluciens wonder if maybe Elain is attracted to/wants Lucien and is in denial and/or fighting against it and we might learn more about when we get her own book/pov

However, I see Elriels claim that when Eluciens say stuff like this, they are ignoring what Elain wants and are forcing her to be with Lucien. Since there is a mating bond between them, isn't it natural to think that Elain might be attracted to Lucien and is just refusing to admit or act on it because she resents it? Isn't that basically what Nesta did? So, with Elain, why is it so crazy to think something similar could be going on?

From what I've seen, many Elriels love to claim the other side is delusional or misogynistic for suggesting Elain feels more Lucien than just revulsion. Yet, do they not also suggest that Azriel feels more for Elain than just lust?

The canon tells us that Azriel has not thought of Elain beyond sexual fantasies, yet I've seen Elriels suggesting that Azriel has only limited himself to those fantasies because dreaming of having more with Elain would be too painful.

However, in my opinion, at least, there is nothing in the text or about the delivery of those thoughts to suggest that. So, are they themselves not also ignoring what Azriel wants and forcing him to be with Elain when he, in canon, only wanted to have sex with her once to satisfy his lust?

I'm in agreement with everything you said and I think it really all boils down to the fact that we're reading books, that this is not real life and does not mimic real life in any true way. We don't have to believe what Elain says when she says she doesn't want a mate, we don't have to believe it's a simple as "she's just not interested" because there is no story there if that's the case. Sarah loves Lucien's character just as she loves Cassian and Az and Feyre and Nesta and so on. I can't think of a single author who has professed adoration for one of her characters, made him a MAJOR part of the series since book 1, only to write him as the "nice guy who isn't taking the hint when his mate clearly isn't interested so he's just a creeper at this point and she's feeling harassed by this male she doesn't want." (E/riel narrative). Someone is trying pretty hard to convince themselves the author hates her own creation if they really believe that. There is no angst or growth in a character saying "I don't want the mate that fate gifted me while I was engaged to someone else so I'm just going to ignore him for the book before my own book and reject him to be with someone else who I don't even try to spend time with even though I'm comfortable with him!" The story has and always will lie in a character trying to turn from their destiny only to realize why that destiny was the key to achieving the ultimate in greatness, the ultimate in happiness. Bilbo Baggins didn't want to go on an adventure. Harry didn't want to fight Voldemort. Feyre didn't want to go to the faerie lands and didn't want to go to the NC with Rhys. Aelin didn't want to train with Rowan or become Queen. Aragorn didn't want to be King. Claire didn't want to travel to the past or to marry Jamie. None of these characters wanted to take the path that fate was sending them down but in the end they did anyway because it's how hero's are made, it's how epic love stories are told. It's ok for us not to want Elain to stay in the NC with friends she made off page with a love interest we've never seen her have a deep conversation with because there is nothing grand about that. I want to see Elain's beliefs challenged. I want to see fate take her by surprise. I want the 24 year old to realize that what she thinks she's fine with isn't actually the thing that will bring her enlightenment, that will open her eyes and her mind to something she never dared to imagine. "Elain should get what she said she wants before her book even starts." So Elain should be serving side character energy for the rest of the series? Because that is the kind of setup reserved for those characters; not main characters, not heroines. Main characters need to realize they were wrong about certain things before they can grow. Main characters need to realize they didn't know what was best for them at the start of their journey. Main characters need their sheltered world shaken up so they can turn around and rattle the stars.

[darcytaylor]

What are your thoughts on Eamon resurfacing as soon as Bridgerton Promo ends? And Nicola liked his new post in under 15 mins

I think that there could be a possibility that Eamon's social media has been influenced by a relationship with Nicola. But at the end of the day I am not convinced it means anything at all or at least not in the way a lot of people are interpreting it as.

I do know that people have speculated that they think it is weird that Eamon cleaned up his social media right before the promo tour, and while this could be a sign of something more, couldn't it also be Eamon knowing that more people would flock to his page because of his link to Nicola? Or cleaning up his digital footprint right before the release of Big Mood (which he is in) and also the beginning of the filming of The Witcher?

I know that I have gone through my social media and have deleted things, because they are things that don't represent who I am, who I want to be and are things that do not serve me anymore.

Then there is Eamon posting after the promo tour has ended. While this could also be a sign of something more, couldn't it also be that he did a professional photoshoot and wanted to post those pictures? It really could just be that simple.

Eamon has been filming The Witcher (which I'm sure a lot of it is embargoed), so maybe he hasn't had anything else he has wanted to share? You can see that he has taken his socials and have made it professional, and if his profession at the moment cannon be shared, of course he hasn't posted anything.

As for Nicola liking his most recent post and within 15 minutes, I don't think this is weird at all. We know at the very least they are friends. Why wouldn't Nicola like his post? Why couldn't Nicola like his post in 15 minutes as someone who is chronically online?

I don't think that we will ever know who Nicola is or isn't dating (or at least at this point in her career anyway). Could she be with Eamon? Of course there is a possibility. But I don't think Nicola or Eamon's social media interactions deem them as being in a relationship.

[persicipen-archive]

Just a simple character study question but do you how do you think someone like jiaoqiu after 2.5 (probably well after he’s at least somewhat physically recovered anyway) would be with someone who essentially dedicated their life to curing his eyes? Perhaps they are a renown alchemist, biologist, doctor, whatever - and they’re ensuring he is cared for, made sure that he knew he was and still is very valued, and dispelled any of his self loathing thoughts - almost like they could read his mind (they can’t but he finds it both amusing and scary how intuitive they are). And just idk, someone who is selfless and falling for the foxian, who maybe has been in a similar spot themselves with self loathing and broken heart, doing all they can to help bring back some semblance of his sight so that he can return to some form of cooking and healing again; something he mentioned (after many many months of knowing them) that it was something he enjoyed greatly. The subtle cracks in his voice when speaking of his passion truly breaks their heart.

Not out of pity, nah, or coddling him (goodness no), but out of pure genuine care. :’)

dear nonnie, i want you to know that you made me cry <3 lightheartedly, of course, because i adore this subject and rotated it in my head for hours, days, weeks. i even have plans to write fics around this topic, more or less with coherent drafts in my notes, but can’t promise i will get to post them anytime soon given the promised schedule. now, back on the track—

i feel like jiaoqiu can’t change much at this stage of his life. it’s been hinted many times that he’s not young anymore and lived through traumatic experiences such as war, losing comrades and his previous general, dealing with helplessness and low self-esteem. what i want to say is that person who decides to dedicate their time and effort to love him, must accept that he will remain like this — brushing off his personal troubles to not worry those around him and hiding pain behind a smile.

there is a good side to this, though bittersweet. i doubt that his injuries and losing vision affect him the same way as they would, for example, someone young. he’s been through things, he’s tired and melancholic, another unfortunate ailment won’t mean much to him as long as those dear to him remain alive and safe. it might not suffice, but perhaps staying in the kitchen with someone doing the cooking for him can at least partially fill the void — maybe even doing simple recipes that do not require knives or spicy ingredients, hehe.

having someone to take care of him the same way he takes care of others would be the best, really. he deserves attention and gentleness, and keeping that hope that he will get better shining brightly. like you said, not out of pity, but genuinely because jiaoqiu deserves to rest and enjoy his life after dedicating almost entirety of it to those in need. loving someone deeply hurt at heart is a tough job, but no less rewarding. he’s aware how much it means to appreciate every little gesture. if you were to work hard to return him to full health, he would probably exert himself to repay you a hundred times in ways he’s still able to do so. he still has his exceptional knowledge to share and aid you, still can smile at you sincerely, still can take some houseworks on himself when you’re busy looking for a cure.

we’ve seen how special of a bond he has with feixiao. their relationship is simple at first sight — the general and her healer, her guardian. but in reality it’s quite the other way around, the fact that he’s needed helps him deal with his own struggles and in this meaning she’s the one healing his broken heart. a similar bond would exist between him and you, regardless of your profession. you’re the one taking care of him, making sure he can vent and cry in your arms, lifting the weight off his shoulders, promising him that he will get to see you and his loved ones again.

aaand i’m sorry for answering with a wall of text, but, as you can see, this topic is really precious to me. to sum this all up, i think jiaoqiu would be a little confused at why do you love him despite all that, not used to be on the receiving end. he might need time to open up, but will be forever grateful to you — not only because you want to heal him but also because you spend with him every day before that.

[iwoszareba]

i wanted to introduce some characterisation for Qurin in wotr and since i enjoy doing banters ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Qurin is a sister of my Knight Commander Aqil Meru, she’s kitsune/ifrit, background: guard, class: Mixed-Blood Rager/Scaled Fist

—

Qurin: I never expected to see a paladin dancing on a table, but I’m sure glad I did!

Seelah: Ha! And this paladin was glad to see a monk willing to join her.

—

Ember: I was wondering… do you know any stories? Aqil often makes up little stories for me and Soot.

Qurin: Sure thing, kiddo. I may not be as fancy with words as he is but I would not shame my kin by not being able to tell a decent tale.

—

Camellia: Do I understand correctly that your parents sent you away to undergo monastic training because they couldn’t handle your bad temper?

Qurin: What? No. They wanted me to be able to handle it myself, for my own good.

—

Qurin: Don’t you ever think about dropping that bow to go fight up close and personal? That’s where things are most fun!

Lann: You can call me old-fashioned but I was always a little more concerned with survival rather than fun.

—

Qurin: I’m not a demon so I can’t guarantee these will be effective with whatever you have going on, but if you want I could show you some techniques that help to stay calm and grounded.

Arueshalae: That’s a generous offer, I would like to give it a try. Especially with someone to guide me through it.

—

Woljif: So you are from this famous wizard family and you really can’t cast none? Not even simple spells?

Qurin: You see kid, my magical power is getting real mad so I can beat up fools who just don’t know when to shut the fuck up.

—

Qurin: I sometimes catch myself thinking how pretty you are but thankfully you always find something annoying to say to bring me back to reality.

Daeran: I did not expect you to be a sensitive sort! But I will keep in mind that you find me attractive.

—

Qurin: I’m not saying that romance is a hoax, I’m just saying I don’t feel it. And don’t fucking dare “maybe you haven’t met the right person” me.

Sosiel: I’m sorry, it wasn’t my intention to upset you. As a cleric of Shelyn love occupies much of my thoughts and I admit it can colour my perspective. Your heart is clearly filled with much passion and care, no matter what form it takes.

—

Regill: Your keen perception and martial skills are commendable but your volatile temper makes them worthless in a military setting.

Qurin: Please, I’m not an army person. I’m interested in receiving orders only for good money or considerable pleasure.

—

Wenduag: Everyone sees you as angry and unpredictable but I can see the truth. You are holding back. Why?

Qurin: Unchecked fire spreads quickly and I’m not the one to worship ashes.

—

Nenio: Fire girl, stand still and open your palms! I must conduct an experiment to determine if your hands can be used as a cooking surface.

Qurin: Already ahead of you, the answer is yes.

—

Greybor: I expected you to have more objections towards my company, considering our professions. I admit, I’m pleasantly surprised.

Qurin: Oh, it’s really simple, I’m smart enough to know that being a personal guard has no future without people with murder on their minds.

—

Ulbrig: So being from a family of witches changed your body so? They must wield some truly frightful powers.

Qurin: Uh, no. That part has nothing to do with their magic, but rather my family’s dalliance with genies of the desert. I’m sure Aqil could tell you who exactly and how many generations ago if you care for such details.

—

Trever: Do you ever regret being here? In this demon-infested nightmare?

Qurin: I hope you are not trying to get out of me some secret truth Sosiel was unwilling to share with you, because that’s just silly. But listen… I do not regret coming here to help my brother, not even for a second.

[nef-ar10us]

Cozy Castle Townhouses

So I'm more of an aspiring builder, but as one step in the pursuit of non-perfectionism I've still decided to share my random and mostly semi-finished stuff around here ^^ (Please excuse the bad screens, I'm still figuring out how to do this.) Today: Three fancy-ish townhouses based on (and including) a renovated version of the Cozy Castle bin lot.

I've made two families who I want to live here and furnished one and a half (like I said, semi-finished) apartments specifically for them, while leaving the third one empty. More pictures below :)

The one on the right is the unfurnished one, I decorated only the porch and little balcony. Thinking maybe a wholesome young couple.

The one on the left is the most fleshed-out, but the inhabitants' story isn't exactly a nice one: Nils had only recently moved into town with his fiancée and her son Ezra, when she suddenly died in a tragic accident. Even if he'd accepted the role of Ezra's father figure as part of his marriage to come, had things been different he honestly would never have wanted any children... And now he's here with this kid who isn't even his, whose mother they both mourn, completely at a loss. Watcher knows none of this is the boy's fault and Nils tries to be a dad, he really does, but it's hard. Every little thing about this place they had planned to call home reminds him of his loss.

Their place is pristine, very bright and clean, for the most part.

Little Ezra has never talked (or cried) a lot or made much noise in general, but give him a crayons, a brush and paint, or a simple pen and you can keep him occupied all day - even if he may take to use the actual house as his canvas. He may not have known Nils for long but has nevertheless developed a fierce, if quiet, loyalty to him: His mother had told him he was family now, so family he is. He doesn't call him 'Dad' as he's not sure he'd appreciate it, but is nevertheless determined to carry him through these dark times. Family always sticks together, right?

Nils is - or used to be - a martial artist by profession, winning sizeable tournament prizes on the regular. He can't stand to be around people as of now but exercising is still about the only thing to keep his mind off of ... everything else.

This ground floor room used to be a temporary nursery for the boy until he was big enough to have his own room; it became a storage space, for lack of a better term, after that. Old, no longer needed furniture, clutter, and memories are catching dust in here, and some nights Nils locks himself in here, smoking away the hours until it's time to wake Ezra up for school. He'll clean this place up, soon ... for sure. Until then, he keeps the door locked at all times. The boy doesn't need to see this.

The middle one (the actual Cozy Castle) is ... something else. Semi-furnished for a very specific household with a very specific taste. The neighbors tend to be wary of this lot, to say the least.

Downstairs: Kitchen/dining and little office area. Sparsely decorated as of yet, but you get the idea. ^^

Upstairs so far. The first lab/darkroom-ish bedroom belongs to Scarlet, the actual tenant, while the second bedroom is currently used by her two more or less welcome but very eccentric "houseguests" (who seemingly have no intention of leaving anytime soon...). Dorian and his son Oscar bicker like a couple of married romance sims, and most fights seem to be related to their mutual vanity: Oscar can't stomach the fact that his father manages to look younger than him, and Dorian misses no opportunity to rub it in his face. Scarlet just houses them because their sire demanded it via handwritten letter from overseas, but she has come to think that he, too, might have lost his mind a little.

Thanks for reading! <3

Credits: I've used an f-ton of different CC from all over the place and am so grateful to all the creators! Please don't be angry that I'm not listing every single person here. If there's a specific item you like, feel free to hit me with a WCIF and I'll see what I can dig up :)

[asha-mage]

Shkp bingo: Rand/Asmodean and Perrin/Galad?

[Send me a problematic ship for bingo!]

Randmodean:

Bingo!

Man I have always had a profound softvspot for Asmodean and Rand's relationship, because it is so fucked on every axis and it's a delight. The way Asmodean professes despair even while secretly dreaming of Rand's triumph, the way Rand projects so much of his own self hatred and anger at Asmodean despite the fact that Asmodean proves his loyalty to Rand's cause repeatedly, and Asmodean accepts it without protest because of the guilt and uncertainty that is eating at him deep down. The way that the forced trust that clashes with both of their desires to stay stand offish and guarded and not take risks or be vulnerable. The way the weight of LTT's soul hangs between them, the unspoken history shared between Joar, Meierin and Lews that is haunting their every interaction. It's so. God. Damn. Delicious.

It's also Rand's tragedy with the Asha'man writ large: Rand is so consumed with his own self hatred, projecting it onto Asmodean, berating Asmodean for things that Rand really feels about himself that he can not recognize Asmodean's genuine efforts to reach out, can not think that maybe redemption is possible, that Asmodean is ready to come back to the Light. Asmodean is a man who can channel, and so can not be trusted or redeemed or saved. It doesn't matter that Asmodean volunteers to join Rand in the fight against Rahvin even knowing how likely his death in the cross fire is (which bears out as true), it doesn't matter that he lends his own two hands to the efforts to help the wounded during the battle against the Shaido, or that he tries his best to heal Rand with his meager strength after Rand collapses. It doesn't matter that Lanfear confirms that Asmodean has truly started to dream of Rand's victory over the Dark One, of helping him reach it. Asmodean is a man who can channel. He is a monster. He shouldn't be trusted or liked or forgiven anymore then Rand ever forgives himself.

Anyways I think they should fuck nasty in the show about all this.

Perrin/Galad:

No bingo, but I still have a soft spot for it. One of those friendships that Sanderson's comp het writing wants us to believe is platonic so badly even though their is something way more messed up and erotic happening under the surface.

Cause. Listen. I'm a simple man. It's about the inherent eroticism of seeing yourself in the monstrous other, of feeling empathy, compassion even attraction to a man dripping with the blood of his enemies and with the eyes of a wolf.

It's about the inherent eroticism that comes from the pleasure of prying open a closed mind with your own fingers, of forcing a pretty white clad paragon to get down with you in the muck of battle and stain his sword saving your life.

Perrin could ruin Galad's perfect neat clean world and philosophies. Galad could lick the gore off Perrin's chin and taste his primal courage. It would be deeply fucked up in that hot fun way.

[savage-aesthete]

Picking apart Episode 5

Dropping hints, Showrunner Rolin told us, "I think there has been a story that has been told to Louis that Louis told to himself that maybe Armand has told to him too…"

Leaving Armand aside for a minute, I think Claudia is Louis's major manipulator.

Claudia has all along been telling Louis some hefty truths about Lestat. We hear them more frequently towards the end of the series. Lestat is controlling. We are his slaves. And yet in present-day Dubai, Daniel has been reading some fundamental truths about Claudia’s nature.

E5 stands out here. It starts with her merciless kill list which Daniel reads aloud. I think it's key that it isn't Louis but Armand who answers Daniel here. Louis does not engage with Daniel whenever Daniel points out that Claudia is a cold-hearted killer. That is the truth that Louis still shies away from.

We cut to a scene where after the fiasco with Charlie, Louis and Lestat disagree over Claudia's reaction to the trauma. Louis assumes Claudia starves herself and withdraws which is what Louis would do. He blames Lestat for her starvation, but Lestat proves that she has actually been on a secret killing spree. Here they already have a different view of Claudia's character. Claudia's diary details the real issue - she has realised she will never attain adulthood and all the comforts that Lestat and Louis have with each other are denied her forever. She is both ruthless and also furious.

Neither want to face this fact. When they ambush her on her return, she seems to be outraged by the fact they read her private diary. Lestat read several. But what if those diaries contained more clues to Claudia's real character and that is why she was angry? Lestat read her true thoughts, but Louis did not. Lestat is gaining an understanding of Claudia as a vicious killer who feels fury about her predicament. Louis carries on with the impression that Claudia is like him, she’s a victim, she still has empathy. But as we learned early on, Claudia kills more like Lestat. Moreover, she's her own person. Her patterns of behaviour are deviating from those of her makers.

Claudia really loses her cool when it's revealed that Lestat has shared some of her thoughts with Louis. She screams so loudly that she shatters the mirror. I think this is key. She has already started her manipulation of him and should he learn what Lestat already knows, it might break the spell. Daniel is never under her spell. "Poor dear," he says dryly. In Dubai, Louis is at pains to defend her, but Daniel is clearly not taken in. She’s like Charles Manson. She’s a ritualistic murderer.

Later in the episode, when Claudia returns after her long absence, she seems milder. She seems to have put the past behind her and looks only to the future. Lestat does not believe her apology or her professed humbleness. He knows her better. He expects trouble and relentlessly needles her. Louis immediately falls back into the belief of her victimhood and newfound maturity. They take different, opposed stances and this is built on the seven years prior where Louis focused solely on his guilt over Claudia and Lestat, unable to reach him, sought companionship elsewhere. Now, Claudia works on the cracks in the relationship to force Louis to choose between them. Violence erupts. Visually, we are reminded of the early diary scene in which another mirror shatters. The two scenes are linked. I think it’s likely that the scene is less a simple case of extreme domestic violence and more a physical fight between Lestat and Louis over Claudia. Engineered by Claudia. She’s worked on them both for years. I think it’s a deliberate choice that Claudia echoes Lestat’s “Come to me,” with “Come with me.” She wants him to choose her as he once chose Lestat.

Obviously, Lestat IS far more powerful than Louis. He DID use that strength. He is definitely toxic. This is in the books. But I think the scene is more nuanced than we have been led to believe. The truth of Anne’s vampires is that everyone is toxic. Most of this scene unfolds off-screen. The exchange we hear but don’t see between Lestat and Louis doesn’t quite fit the pattern of simple DV. I think the mirror represents many things but one interpretation is that it’s Claudia fracturing the narrative and shattering Louis and Lestat’s relationship. How the rest of the scene really plays out is another story.

[asbestos-11]

Hi. I'm the anon that asked about your aspec headcanons. I'm back.

In the spirit of sharing, I hc Ratio to be aromantic, but not asexual (I'm projecting ha.) Like the sexual attraction IS there, but rarely, if ever, does he seek anyone out.

In the context of aventio, I always see it as Aventurine initiating first as a purely sexual relationship. When the relationship progresses, Aventurine slowly starts seeking him outside of their little "meet-ups." A few gifts here and there, a few invitations to not-dates, maybe standing closer than what others would deem "appropriate", staying a little longer than he normally does after they've had their fun, and so on. Contrary to popular belief, Ratio isn't blind to people's emotions. Half the time, he doesn't think it's worth pointing out.

So he notices when Aventurine slowly falls in love with him. He notices when Aventurine freely gives his heart for him to take. He does. All Ratio can offer him in return is his devotion. But it's not quite the same, he knows.

And he isn't scared per say, but worried. Worried that eventually Aventurine will ask for more than he can give and be disappointed in what he finds. It's irrational, he knows, but when Aventurine looks at him with such adoration in his eyes, the thought lingers faintly.

The thought lingers every time Aventurine professes his love when he's being insufferable, and when he whispers it onto his lips. And when he tries to respond, it feels like a lie coming out of his own lips. It is and it isn't, and he's tired of feeling like he's leading Aventurine on.

So they talk eventually.

(It goes something like this:

He's lying on his back on their bed. It's a bit silly for this conversation to happen mid sex, but everything Aventurine was doing felt so much more loving this time, he just cracked. He will never acknowledge how his voice wavered. It was already embarrassing enough when he noticed he was on the verge of tears.

And he'd never acknowledge how vulnerable he felt as Aventurine looked down attentively at him as the words fell from his mouth.

Aventurine tilts his head and softly asks him with a smile, "Do you care for me, Veritas?"

"Of course I do. You're the only one I'd let reduce me to this," he responds immediately. It's too raw and honest, much more than he was used to giving. He doesn't even notice how his tears fall until Aventurine wipes them away.

He leans down to kiss Veritas, and all he can do is wrap his legs and arms around him in an attempt to make sure Aventurine won't leave him.

And when he leans back slightly, there's still a smile on his face. All Aventurine says in response, "I know. You're a little obvious about it. It's cute." It sounds teasing, but he can hear the underlying words clear as day.

You're enough as you are.

Oh.

Maybe at the end of it all, it really is as simple as that.

They make it work.)

Sorry for writing a mini fic in your inbox... the thoughts spilled away from me... i hope it was enjoyable enough either way

ANON WHEN I CATCH YOU ANON!!!!! /pos

OUAGHHHH LET'S HOLD HANDS AND MAKE RATIO OUR ARO ICON!!!

soggy aventio so sappy so lovely!! he would defo remind him in his own little ways that he is enough and that he is very very loved. i mean it goes both ways but like aughhh ratio getting comforted is so so peak!!

also anon please feel free to rant some more in my asks cuz this is genuinely so delighting to see!!! thank you so so much for the mini fic i will gladly brain rot over it

[plutobutartsy]

since it's taking me forever to even get started on the briar outfit lineup i thought i'd share some notes about him and his clothes the same way i did with evie :3

@teaseat @admiralblue @swanconcerto

fancy rich boy with fancy rich boy clothes! his clothes aren't necessarily flashy or special but you can definitely tell they're high quality

his sense of perfectionism definitely carries over into how he dresses and he takes really good care of his belongings. you will not catch him in clothes that are wrinkled or ill fitting or otherwise flawed. he will die.

you'd think that would make him judgemental of how others dress but that's not the case! partly because he's aware of how stupid the rules he has for himself are and partly because he's too busy being self conscious about his own looks anyway :)

vampires are pretty temperature resistent if that makes sense? wether it's hot or cold doesn't really bother them too much so that doesn't technically have any effect on how they dress but in general the majority of them try to dress appropriate to the weather to not rouse suspicion

but as i've mentioned before they are sensitive to sunlight! long sleeves/pants/skirts, hats and sunglasses are all staples in most vampires' wardrobe

both of these are true for briar as well but he doesn't like sunglasses or hats lol he will wear them when necessary but he won't like it. that's part of the reason why he he wears his hair long: so it can block out the sun a little

he goes to a fancy vampire private school so they have a uniform there. surprisingly the school isn't too strict about students customizing their uniform a little or wearing it in a more unconventional way. for example you'll see lots of students wearing different shirts under their blazers or flashy accessories.

briar chooses not to do that. he is the most perfect boy in the entire world with the most perfect uniform. if he shows individuality he dies. the most he'll do is wear simple earrings and maybe like a ring or something

members of the student council get a bat shaped pin to show their authority and boy is he delighted!! not just because it's like a badge of pride but also because it's a bat omg!!!!

i said before that briar is OBSESSED with human made media about vampires and similairly, he's really into anything humans associate with vampires!! bats, silver jewellery, the colour red, gothic clothes and interior design etc.!! he loves it so he's like unreasonably happy that he gets to wear a bat pin to school every day lol

as expected he's dying to wear more goth clothes but again, his perfectionism is stopping him and individuality means death sigh so he settles for a more dark academia style

in general he really likes button downs. he likes how they feel and look and he finds buttoning stuff satisfying lol he would totally be the type to unironically wear silly hawaiian shirts if he was less strict on himself

vampires can turn into bats because you know!! it's fun :3 making clothes that shift with the wearer, wether they're a vampire, werewolf, shape shifter etc., is a whole profession!!

briar is so so so jealous of how evie and nate aren't afraid to express themselves with their clothes but fear not, they will help him get over his inhibitions :]

evie likes dressing nate and briar up in her clothes or clothes of the other, she makes them do fashion shows for her later lol

clothes sharing becomes a big thing for the tree later on, initiated by nate! in werewolf culture it's very common to share stuff and especially clothes with your loved ones and pack mates <3

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Site Name: A Vicious Ache

Type: Supernatural Creature

Site link: https://aviciousache.jcink.net/

Discord: https://discord.gg/ENQ4WhS2wX

Sumeru Mathai ❥ 111 - 118 years old ❥ birth father ❥ devoid/ vampire ❥ reason for Iain to be turned into a devoid ❥ tw: character was involved in WWII. ❥ Open profession https://aviciousache.jcink.net/?showtopic=864

Sumeru Mathai disappeared in the middle of a war sometimes between 1940 - 1941 and when the officials wasn't able to find him or his body, he was presumed death and the news was passed ono Iain's mother as such. Sumeru had a close friend named Andrew Chisenhall that he asked to promise him to take care of his family if anything were to happen to him, and that was what Andrew did eventually, when he returned from the war he took care of Lorraine, even married her and took young Iain in like his own son. I would leave it to you to decide if Andrew is Sumeru’s childhood friend or simply someone he bonded with during the war. Iain kind of worshipped his dad growing up, naturally, when he realised that his father wasn't dead, he set out on a search for him, despite the fact that he has never met his dad, nor did he know him. He just want to find him and hoping that some sort of connections would form between them, especially since, you know, he's now a devoid and would have to live for eternity, he hope that perhaps through finding his dad he might not feel so alone in this world. Suggested FC: Dev Patel

--- Coletti ❥ Between 32 - 36 years old ❥ Witch (open to any type but blood witch) ❥ Open profession ❥ Middle Sister https://aviciousache.jcink.net/?showtopic=858

Let's call this character Emily for now for easy reference, she's Mia's younger sister and a sister witch. I am feeling that Emily perhaps shares Mia's passion (or obsession) for cars and they both have been present with their father when he taught them how to listen to the car to see if they are running healthy, and how to do some simple fixing and tuning up when they need. Maybe Emily is more soft spoken and quiet, maybe she has a little big-sister worship trait going on, I am open to discussion. Suggested FC: > Emily DiDonato

--- Coletti ❥ Between 29 - 32 years old ❥ Witch (open to any type but blood witch) ❥ Open profession ❥ Youngest Sister https://aviciousache.jcink.net/?showtopic=858

This is a request for the youngest of the three girls in the Coletti household, and I am calling her "Elizabeth" for easy reference. She's probably young enough that she does not remember her father's passing and hence not really into cars like her sisters. She could be the baby of the house and always gets into trouble, rebellious, the fun one though. I am seeing that Elizabeth could get into plenty of arguments with Mia as a sisterly-bonding thing, like that's the only way she knows how to bond with her sister(s) is to rebel and talk back to them. I am also imagining that her life could be a series of rebel phrases? I know the FC I've chosen for this character was in a show with my other character Iain Chisenhall, so if you'd like to plot something for them I am open to it too. Character age can be between 29 - 32, there's a gap between the sisters but I'd like them to not be too big a gap. The rest are all open for discussion. Suggested FC: Elizabeth Gillies

[tehuti88-art]

1/24/25: r/SketchDaily theme, "Free Draw Friday." This week's characters from my anthro WWII storyline are Unnamed Wife and Unnamed Daughter. They're the family of Sgt. Camo Rat and are deceased before the main story. There'll be more about them later in my art Tumblr and Toyhou.se.

Regarding their design, the daughter is around four and resembles both parents somewhat. I got her fur and eye color by overlaying her father's picture over her mother's at 50% opacity.

TUMBLR EDIT: Sgt. Camo Rat's wife and daughter, I don't know much about them as they've never been developed, indeed they aren't much more than a plot device at the moment. This could of course change at a future time if I spend more time on them, though I'm afraid that time isn't just yet.

I'm not entirely sure where it is that Camo and his corporal, Drake, hail from; I always assumed New York, though in my current imagining of how Genesis starts (Drake and Camo both headed separately along a country road to their military base, Camo riding in a military truck, Drake driving an old motorcycle, the driver of Camo's truck spotting Drake puttering along and "jokingly" running him off the road; in a later scene involving flying lessons, the scene where Drake ends up insisting on staying grounded "like God intended," this also occurs in an area like that described below), both come from some area out in the country, with wide-open fields and lots of sky. I just Googled if New York State has any such areas and while it does have plains, none really seem to fit the image in my head, so maybe they come from further west and travel to NY later on.

Anyway. Camo lives out in the country but I don't get the feeling he's a farmer, I just assume he's career military. I can't imagine there were loads of employment options out in the country just before and during the Great Depression...? Because this is the time period when Camo must start his family, considering he fights in the Great War, where he has a brief run-in with Otto Himmel; he wonders about Himmel's young age (they must meet sometime around 1917, when Himmel is 17, so Camo must be older...I assume his birth year is around 1896 or so). He returns home, meets Wife somehow, and they have Daughter some time later. Another event which I know roughly coincides with Camo and his family is Prohibition, which according to Wikipedia was from 1920-33. About right; Camo shares many characteristics in common with his nemesis Himmel, and Himmel, in Germany, starts his family roughly around 1920, after returning from the war. Why is Prohibition a factor? Even way back when I settled on what happens to Camo's family, I knew this was tied in.

As I was saying, I think Camo's profession is the military, so his wife is probably simply a housewife and she cares for their daughter when he's at the base. Every evening he makes the long drive back along the dirt road to his home to be with them. Their life is simple, uneventful, thankfully not poor but also definitely not rich; they have each other and really, that's all that matters. It sounds trite but they love each other dearly; they don't need anything more than what they have. Much like Himmel's family.

It's quite a long, dusty drive to the nearest town, so this isn't something they indulge in often at all, though once in a while the family treats itself to a day out, putting on their best clothes, piling in the rattly old vehicle, laughing and chattering all the way there and Wife and Daughter dozing off on the way back. This particular evening is no different. Wife places sleeping Daughter in the vehicle and they all head back on the long drive home. Wife remains awake for a while, talking, though her head gets heavy and she starts nodding. Camo (whatever his real name is, I don't know that he goes by this name until the Trench Rats) also likely starts blinking and rubbing his eyes...this is a development I never considered before, I always just assumed one party is responsible for what then occurs. Wife blinks awake and lifts her head in time to stiffen up and yell her husband's name. His eyes pop open to see headlights barreling straight at them. He yanks the wheel, jerking the car aside, but the other vehicle grazes against the front just enough to send Camo's vehicle off balance; it hits a rut, flips, flips again, it's as if the entire world is spinning, Wife and Daughter both scream, the car tumbles in air and crashes to earth upside-down and aside from a soft hiss everything falls silent.

The other vehicle grinds to a halt some distance away. The driver is rattled and gasping but none the worse for wear; he glances out and back, sees the wreckage, grasps the door instinctively to get out and help...then stops himself. Agonizes. Makes his decision...restarts his car, and drives away. Of course he wants to help. Of course he feels guilty for leaving them behind, and likely will for a very long time. But he can't afford to be caught. Even he can smell the illegal alcohol on his own breath. He manages to make it home safely and is never suspected of what he did, though, ironically, he probably just starts drinking even harder to cope with the shame.

Camo, also ironically, never suspects him either, he blames himself, for starting to doze at the wheel, even though he was still on the right side of the road. He, too, carries this guilt with him the rest of his life, and chooses his own maladaptive coping techniques later.

For now, though, he's left unconscious in the family car. He blearily drags himself awake to see Wife still beside him, crumpled and bloody and unmoving; he murmurs her name, tries to reach her, yet can't seem to do so and doesn't understand why. She doesn't answer him, so he tries calling for Daughter; no response. He tries to turn himself to look for her yet everything seems out of place, he notices that the sky is below him and he seems to be pressed against the roof of the car. He can't figure out why he can't find Daughter or reach out for Wife and ends up losing consciousness again.

Another car comes across them the next day. The couple gets out and hurries over to check the overturned vehicle. The woman within is obviously dead. They almost don't even see the little girl thrown free of the vehicle, having landed in the nearby ditch; she, too, is already cold. They're startled to find that the man crumpled at an awkward angle above the driver's seat still has a faint pulse. They remove him as carefully as they can and drive him back to the town. Police head out to collect Wife and Daughter and take them to the morgue. Camo is stabilized, then transported to the military hospital on his base.

When he comes to again, he's very groggy and confused, and it takes some time for realization to set in, after he asks what happened and where his family is, that he won't be seeing them again. Even then, he's too numb with shock to much react. And still can't understand why he can't move. The doctor informs him of fractures...he doesn't follow...something cervical, something thoracic. Makes no sense to his foggy brain. The doctor simplifies. His neck and back have been broken. While wonders can be worked with time and rehabilitation, he can't promise that Camo will regain use of his limbs again. But they'll do everything they can to seek improvement.

Although he never breaks down once--the combination of drugs and emotional numbness prevents it--Camo does murmur, "What's the point." Without Wife and Daughter, there isn't one. He doesn't even care about the paralysis. He literally can't imagine a life worth living without his family.

One of the nurses, a somewhat older, heavyset woman, hears the comment, expresses her concerns to the doctor about his mental state. The doctor sympathizes but has no suggestions; if Camo doesn't wish to put in the effort, they can't make him. This isn't good enough for her. She can't bear the thought of him giving up and fading away forgotten in some hospital bed. Every time she comes on shift, she urges him to try the exercises he's given, try to get himself moving again.

Camo largely ignores these efforts at first, though the nurse starts to wear on him. As he adjusts to the medication he notices her accent and asks where she's from. She's a bit hesitant before replying that she's from Germany--a refugee of the Great War. Camo's unable to think of a reply to this.

His demeanor shifts, however. Whenever she leaves and he's left on his own, he focuses every ounce of his attention on his hand. Wills it to move. For ages, nothing happens, but he keeps at it, straining and focusing until his nerves are raw. And late one night, it happens--his finger twitches.

He always practices when nobody is around to watch. He doesn't like being seen struggling so hard, it's humiliating in a way. But he keeps at it. Slowly, slowly, he regains motion in his arms. He doesn't try to hide his progress, the hospital staff notice him beginning to slightly improve, but he won't work on any of it in front of them. This is easy enough when it's his arms...not so much when he decides to start working on his legs. He focuses, focuses, focuses, starts to feel his toes, manages to move one. Then another. After what feels like ages he attempts late one night to get out of his bed, to try to take even just a step or two. He knows it's a process. But even he misjudges, overestimates. His leg immediately gives out and it's only because he was still clinging to the bed that he doesn't crash entirely.

He figures he's going to be stuck this way for who knows how long, but almost immediately, someone puts their arms around him and hoists him up; together they manage to get him back upright. He blinks in surprise to see the stout nurse. They work to get him back in the bed and she places the covers back over him, tucking them in. He expects a rebuke, gets none. She doesn't say a word about it all the rest of the next day. But she does show up later that night. Neither of them discusses anything any of the following weeks, she just helps. Holds his arm to help him up, lets him lean on her to get out of the bed, supports him as he slowly, gingerly begins to put weight on first one leg, then the other. Guides him along the wall, makes sure he doesn't fall over, helps him back in the bed when he's too exhausted to continue.

His frustration with how lengthy and grueling the process is is obvious. He finally loses his temper one night after he slips and the nurse is unable to stop him from hitting the floor. At first when she reaches for him, he angrily slaps her hand away, so she takes a step back and lets him steam. This time it takes rather longer than usual.

"You know why I started doing this...?" he finally asks, an edge of spite in his voice. "Doing what?" the nurse asks. "Trying," he says. "Your accent. When you said you're from Germany. I decided I was going to get up and get moving. I don't want you watching over me every day of the rest of my life. I hate you." He gives her a venomous glare, though it's mixed with something else--he seems confused. "And I don't even know why," he admits.

The nurse stares back for a moment as if at a loss for words. She draws herself up a little--he expects her to leave--yet instead, she simply says, "Well then. Good. Take that and use it. Whatever works. Whatever gets you back on your feet again." She crooks her arm--"Come on now, up"--and after a brief, perplexed pause, he grasps it and the wall and gets back to his feet.

Camo slowly progresses to being able to use a wheelchair on his own, then crutches, then a cane. He still limps badly and can't stand unassisted, and has a great deal of physical pain which the doctor treats with morphine, yet "I know you probably don't see it for yourself, but you've made remarkable progress for someone with your degree of injury," the doctor tells him, not long before he's due to be released. They've done all they can for him, now it's in his hands to continue his rehabilitation. The military has a desk position waiting for him, until he's improved enough to resume regular work.

The nurse sees him off when he goes. He pauses to talk to her, though it's obvious he's struggling to think of what to say. Finally, he says, "I wanted to apologize. For what I said." He explains that his own ancestors came over from Germany, albeit much longer ago, so he has no place to say such things. She insists she doesn't mind, she has tough skin; but he too insists the anger is unwarranted, he knows she had nothing to do with his war experiences, with the accident, and especially with what happened to his family. He doesn't know how to deal with it all, especially now that he's on his own. He used to talk to his wife; now, suddenly, he has no one. The nurse says it's only understandable he would lash out--"Hurt people hurt people"--but now that he's aware of his own reactions, he can take that into his own hands, same as he did with his recovery. It's going to be a long, painful, lonely process...but she believes he can do it.

Camo resumes his military life, as now he has nothing else left for him. He does regain full use of his arms and legs, but deals with constant pain managed somewhat with a morphine addiction. He rarely ever talks about his lost family, keeping his feelings to himself lest they become overwhelming; there's some pain the morphine barely touches. When news starts filtering in of strange things happening under the new National Socialist government of Germany, he of course takes notice; as the rumors get more ominous, he floats plans to form a battalion. And after an alert arrives informing military officials of a squad of Americans trapped behind German lines without a declaration of war (Camo isn't in on this, so is perplexed to learn of it), a meeting is called, including Camo, Drake, and several others, to put his battalion plan in motion. They're going to be called the Trench Rats, and their first mission is to rescue Alpha Squad and then establish headquarters. Camo soon finds himself heading back to Germany, full of unease yet again.

He finds echoes of his lost wife and daughter, and other aspects of his life, in many of the people he encounters during his time in Germany. Drake's own mother dies shortly before they're due to ship out, and though Camo and Drake don't get along well at first, Camo shares his sense of abrupt grief. His choice of surgeon, Burgundy, lost his father and is estranged from his family, not telling them goodbye before he leaves. A French resistance nurse named Janette reminds him of his time spent in the hospital. A Wehrmacht sniper who ends up assisting his battalion, Ratdog, took up the rifle first as their enemy after his young son was killed. He again runs across Otto Himmel, the young infantryman from the Great War, now an SS captain, who kills Corporal Anna Julian, with whom Camo had grown close; though it isn't until after the war that he finds out why: Julian was working for the enemy, and Himmel, a widower, was simply doing everything in his power to protect his son.

Not least of all, he meets Helena Urbach, who lost her own husband and child in the camps, and for a time wondered if life was even still worth living. Camo has long been full of anger; Helena is full only of sadness. Yet he's had longer to sift through his feelings and let her know that there's nothing abnormal about still hurting. She in return lets him know that what he feels isn't strange either. The wounds remain, though they heal over, just a little; one day, after Helena tells him about her husband and child, she says, "Tell me about your wife and daughter," and, rather haltingly--he's not used to such things, after all--Camo does.

[Unnamed Wife (Camo) 2025 [‎Friday, ‎January ‎24, ‎2025, ‏‎12:00:13 AM]]