#mostly bc my brain has a hard time imagining how to write the characters if i don't see them written out first

[becauseplot]

*returns to yours* I HAVE THOUGHTS! NOT COHERENT ONES TOO SLEEPY AND NEED TO SAVE COHERENCY BUT THOUGHTS!!! MOSTLY ABOUT ISLAND TEAPARTIES AFTER THE KIDS ARE ASLEEP WHERE CELLBIT AND PHILZA DRINK TEA AND PHILZA TEACHES CELLBIT ABOUT STARS AND CELLBIT SLOWLY GETS BACK INTO HIS ENIGMAS AND THEY BOTH BITCH ABOUT TEA BUT DRINK IT ANYWAY BECAUSE IT HAS GOOD STATS

YEAAH!! YEAHHH!!! Okay okay okay so I meant to ramble more earlier when you initially responded to my ask and then I got sleepy and conked out and now it's super early for me, nailed it lmaooo. so anyway just like a couple things i noticed abt this scene *rolls out a scroll of notes, the bottom hits the floor and bounces out the door cartoon-style*

Chayanne gives Cellbit a rose!! Idk if Rose still has influence here (I'll have to sift through Phil's VOD to see if he says anything abt Rose, yesterday I mainly watched Cellbit's POV) but he's protected now!! That kinda folds him into Phil's "closer" circle of friends/family since it's primarily them who carries the roses for protection so!!!!! I'm!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE TEA!! Yes the tea the way the tea immediately broaches the topic of purgatory, and yeah the audible wince in Phil's voice after Cellbit says the tea triggers him and Phil agrees. Yeah it's so shit and they're both so sick of it but it's so OP. Phil survivalist (hardcore) :handshake: Cellbit survivalist (hunger games/"The War"), do and use what is necessary to keep yourself alive.

And AAA!! Yes, okay okay so like you remember that idea abt Phil and Cellbit having late-night convos at the Order pre-purgatory? This is basically that!! It's late at night, they're getting caught up with each other, they've both got the shitass tea and it's going cold and!! In my head this scene goes on for a full night and they just sit and talk and talk and talk, eventually conking out when it's late, just like old times EXCEPT THEY HAVE THEIR KIDS NOW WHICH IS ONE OF THE THINGS THAT BROUGHT THEM TOGETHER, THEIR DESIRE TO FIND THEIR KIDS, AND THEY FOUND THEM!!! (I should write a fic i NEED to write a fic, me vs the 754389 wips in my brain; in my head they still had late night convos in purgatory when their "play time" timers lined up, phil waking up early enough and cellbit staying up late enough for them to talk while the others slept)

The way Cellbit still minces his words abt what he and Bags did post-purg 1 "we had our fun...bolas...style..." is it because he thinks Phil will think less of him? because there's children present? because his SON is present? idk how much Richas knows abt what Cellbit did in purgatory, Richas *did* rescue him while he was fighting eye workers but does he know about Cellbit hunting fellow players for sport? what Cellbit did to his pai Pac? I NEED ANSWERS

Phil's "Dude! No! Oh my god... D:" to when Cellbit says Roier was better off without him. PHIL WAS AT THEIR WEDDING. HE TOOK THE GODDAMN PHOTOS OF THEM AT THEIR WEDDING. HE SAW HOW HAPPY THEY WERE, HOW HAPPY ROIER WAS, WHEN THEY WERE REUNITED IN PURGATORY. Phil isn't close enough to Roier nor speaks to him enough to really understand the full extent of Roier's grief after purgatory 1, but it's gotta be hard for Phil to imagine Roier happy with Cellbit gone. Whether he believes it when Cellbit says "yeah Roier told me he was better" (doied WHEN I GET YOU---) is up for debate but I think about this constantly.

Phil fucking laughing when Cellbit admits he ate some of the eye workers fhdjsk. I can't get over the combo of Cellbit POV (in character thinking: "I'm terrible I'm a cannibal I'm a monster") vs Philza POV (cc who laughs at everything that is even remotely cursed) honestly, taking this as in-character (bc ccPhil doesn't mute his mic to laugh and he...usually does that for ooc bits while in the middle of rp), it says a lot abt qPhil that he's able to just laugh abt an admission of eating corpses. ethics who? geneva convention who? qPhil doesn't know her. munch on those eye workers king they're dickheads. (fuck, DOES qPhil know that Cellbit is a cannibal, as in, he has eaten not just workers but other players?? hmmm...)

"I'm sorry I couldn't do much as bolas leader" "It's better that you didn't see us...I think you'll be disappointed" "oh I could never be disappointed what do you mean shut up *laughs*" GODDDDDDDD also Cellbit trying to say he got worse after purg 1 and Phil saying "nah bolas is already at ground level" (either not understanding or indirectly reiterating that he won't condemn Cellbit for his actions, I can't tell) and then Cellbit just,, going with it. because it's not worth it to argue and he's trying to move past all of that now anyway. (QCELLBIT PROCESS YOUR TRAUMA CHALLENGE LEVEL IMPOSSIBLE)

watching Phil's POV now and HFDJSK you can't hear it on Cellbit's stream but Phil catches Richas as they're both leaving and says quietly, "Take care of your dad, Richas, n' take care." I'M 💥💥💥💥 (<-banging table)

Anyway!! This is what happens when the two characters I'm obsessed with interact for the first time in months. Over-analyzing a 5 minute convo. Sorry, it will happen again :] Praying they stay as neighbors I'd love to see archivists have more interactions!! And yes yes yes yes the tea parties with the kids!! Phil routinely chatting with Cellbit and watching him slowly "regain his color" as he settles back into peaceful life post-purgatory, falls in love with enigmas again. They've always trusted each other when they don't trust themselves, and they're both a Stable Point for the other. I'll miss what we never got to have with the leaders-of-the-Order-having-meetings ideas (timezones, wails) but I'm so excited for new island mysteries!! :D

[capybaraonabicycle]

I'll send it in as an ask bc replying in tags is too much of a hassle now, bit basically it was one of the best doctor/rose fics i've ever read, and i failed to save it and now i can't find it anywhere no matter how hard i try. Worst thing is, i can't even remember if o read it in English or in Russian, i was so invested in the story and the writing was so organic the language kind of melted away, it was projected directly into my brain. It had a motiff with stargazing and images you see on the Moon, so i think it was rpobably called something like Moon Rabbit, but there's nothing on ao3 with that title.

It starts with Rose and Ten golfing (i think) somewhere in space, and it's early days for Ten so Rose didn't have time to adjust to the change so she's a bit apprehensive and keeps trying to see Nine in him and it was all tied up into the Moon imagery somehow? Suddenly she gets a call from Mickey telling her to come home asap and not tell the Doctor, so she does, and there's Nine (!) alive and well. They meet up in secret from Ten and he tells her that "no Rose wtf i didn't just transform into another dude, i was beamed away from the TARDIS and this one's an imposter (basically confirming all of her fears from just after the regeneration) and he's civil with Mickey? couldn't be me" (ok this part i might've imagined afterwards lmao, but it's basically right, he convinces Rose by perfecrly matching Nine's character, which, for Rose, is more Doctor-y than Ten ever was so the latter has to be the fake one right?)

There's this whole angsty thing about how she missed him and how hard it was for her to adjust to the regeneration, and the matter of trust was explored really well bc she doesn't really know who to trust like 70% of the fic, and then there's the Doctor (Ten, who's the real one obv) who is hurt by the fact that she would just go against him like that but he understands why she would do that, the dynamics and emotions were just *chef's kiss*

Turns out that "Nine" is a unique model of a TARDIS from the Time War so it can shapeshift and pretend better than other TARDIS's apparently and also read minds (that's how it's able to trick Rose). Also turns out that TARDIS's could be male or female (i wasn't with the author on this one) and this new TARDIS was male and our TARDIS was female, so when the dude learned that most of the TARDIS's were gone after the war he came to the conclusion that he had to breed to make new TARDIS babies? (i'm even less with the author here, but when i'm describing it it sounds even worse than i remember, it was much more elegant and i guess reasonable in the original text) Of course our TARDIS doesn't want that bc the process kinda sucks, i guess it was dangerous for her? i don't remember. But yeah, once the Doctor and Rose sort their thing out they have to hunt the dude TARDIS down and get rid of him. At the end he passes through time i guess and an early human glimpses him in the sky like a fallen star and comes up with a fictional story about a warrior and a maiden this warrior was chasing or something, and that's how humanity started making stories.

This fic is SO GOOD despite the weird bits, and i will forever be sad that i didn't think to bookmark it or something. I'll leave this here, firstly bc i think it answers some of the questions you might have and retelling is better than nothing, and secondly because maybe someone will see this post and recognise the fic - unlikely but i can't pass up this chance of finding it

Oh wow that sounds amazing! Mostly the trust part! It would be SO easy to make a companion doubt that the other is the Doctor when you can perfectly pose as an incarnation they know better. Because they're human and us humans, we like to cling to what we know. That concept is just - Idk I feel like it's slightly blowing my mind and now I really want to read this fic.

I agree on the TARDIS thing. In my mind it is uncommon for a TARDIS to have a gender at all. I believe 'our' TARDIS does have a gender but she just ran with it and picked one because the human strays kept going on about it. So her gender's basically 'she/her' - pronouns plus the colour blue with some mischief sprinkled in - or something; you know what I mean.

Plus, I am a tentative fan of the loom thing so if timelords already don't get 'born' I do not believe TARDIS-s would mate for reproduction at all. I would rather assume a TARDIS gets made when there's an imbalance in the space-time-continuum on the quantic level that gets augmented by randomly appearing resonance and then the moment the TARDIS appears it has always been existing since the dawn of time. Or something along those lines. Probably the process can be fabricated some way and timelords have perfected exploiting it. Like they do.

Not like I have been thinking much about TARDIS genders OR reproduction, tbh. In my mind they just are 🤷‍♀️

Anyway, apart from those points that fic sounds absolutely amazing and I think I would also love those moon metaphors. So if someone knows it and could send it to us, that would be great? <3

I also totally get the 'I have no idea what language this was in' feeling, I have that all the time. Not with dw fic though because so far I have read 1 work in German and 1 work in translated Russian and half a work in French and all the other times I strictly stick to English. It just works better in that language for me and there is an abundance of fic in English anyway :) We are so blessed to be in a huge fandom. Although a tiny one WOULD make finding your fic a lot easier.

[todayisawthewhxlewxrld]

HAI FRIEND

i’ve literally been obsessed w ur megumi smau since like chp. 14 or something LOLL,, i have this thing where i just psychoanalyze characters and ive been thinking a lot about yn like hm…

(THIS MIGHT BE A LUTTLE LONG BTW SO FEEL FREE TO JUST LIKE IGNORE THIS BUT I RLLY WANT TO TALK ABT HER)

like yn (to a lot of people) may be like a little intolerable but honestly i think the reason we have such a reaction to her personality like that is bc we see a little bit of ourselves in her if that makes sense…

PERSONALLY, I AM A YN DEFENDER FOR LIKE THATS MY HOMEGIRL.. like imagine you grew up in a world where soulmates are the basis of your romantic future. the sheer fact that that in itself already builds a sense of you either love your soulmate or hate them in someones head (considering that most of the time,, soulmates are portrayed as; first time you meet, you just know)

yn,, having met megumi long before you brain could have developed a coherent understanding of relationships, and lacking in the sense that when she met megumi,, she didn’t feel sparks like they said she would, obviously, she would categorize those feelings as hate. THATS WHY WHEN MEGUMI SAID “i dont think you really ever hated me either” HIT SO HARD FOR ME I WAS LIKE OH MY GOD…

BASICALLY WHAT IM GETTING AT is the fact that there is so much pressure already due to the fact that soulmates are said to be your other halves, so if you don’t like them, theres immense pressure and insecurity (hence yn’s hostility to the subject of her hating megumi because she has no comprehended idea of why she actually hates him) plus the fact that they met when they were kids and that probably affected the way she saw relationships in the first place EXPLAINS WHY SHE IS SO ADMENT ON BEING INDIFFERENT TO HIMMM

ok… another thing (sorry)..

AS MUCH as i love yn’s friend group,,, THEY LOWKEY PISS ME OFF THE SAME WAY YN PISSES ME OFF HELP..

OK SO,, obviously i’d also get pissed off if my friends get hostile bc i bring something up to want to understand them better, BUT at the same time, i would also have some sympathy 😢😢

LIKE,, their immediate response is to press harder, and try to solve the problem and if youre looking at texts like that thru yn’s eyes, it will prob lowkey feel like your feelings are being invalidated. yn is already confused, probably insecure about her love life, and now having to literally throw up her heart into her hands just for her friends to understand why they feel that way,, like she’s not gnna want to do that no matter how close they are (but maybe thats js me idk…) and then their immediate response to her not wanting to show that side of her is to get pissed off like i’d be mad and sad like yn too :(

i think those are all the points i was thinking sbt but if not im not gnna try to rmbr the rest bc this is alr super long.. BUT I HOPE U ENJOYED MY RANT AND I LOVE UR SMAU AND I LOVE U MUAH I HOPE U HAVE A GREAT DAY

I LOVE U I LOVE U I LOVE U

i absolutely ADOREEEE when people psychoanalyze the characters (mostly only when the analysis is correct tho LMFAOAO autism.) BECAUSE I DO THE SAME THINGGG i kinda have to when i’m doing plot heavy smaus like this to make sure everything fits n there’s the least amount of plot holes possible blah blah blah insert my annoying rambling on how i write

ANYWAY i loved ur analysis u r so amazing n so right ! like i get yn is annoying but lord have mercy so is everyone else that’s the POINTTTTT NO ONE HERE IS ACTUALLY IN THE WRONG OR BETTER THAN ANYONE ELSE. EVERYONE HAS THEIR REASONING FOR WHAT THEY DO OR DONT DO!!! ugh sorry okay i’m gonna shut up now i could talk about this forever i fear .

I LOVE UUUU HAVE A GREAT DAYYYY

[etherealhoneybee777]

Agree completely with this!! I do think fighting ??? gave Teru some perspective and helped him see mob in a more neutral light, but I still believe the that he still struggles with overidealizing mob in his mind because Coping Mechanisms™️ don’t go away that fast.

My headcanon is that neither are ready for a romantic relationship of any kind as teens. Mob is still learning how to validate and process his own emotions, and Teru…well…Teru’s been completely abandoned by his parents. From what we can see, he has very little adult support.

When I think about Teru and what he needs, my brain automatically goes to ‘parental figure’. Unpacking my headcanons about Teru’s warped thought patterns is something that would take a really long post, but I’ll try to do it quickly:

In other shonen, the “rival” character is taken seriously by the narrative. The narrative does not censure the rival character for their obsession with the protagonist—instead the rival’s obsession is treated as devotional. The rival is “destined” to be the rival. Sometimes the rival has trauma, and the trauma is treated as a necessary part of the rival’s development. It’s a sad backstory, but it made the rival who they are today.

MP100 doesn’t do that. Teru isn’t destined to rival mob. His rival status is clearly shown as self-invented, his relationship to mob is mostly in his imagination, and his overidealization and “devotion” to mob isn’t cool—it is instead a coping mechanism used to evade the very disturbing reality that there IS no predestined purpose for Teru’s life, and all the bad things that happened to him happened for NO reason. Teru SHOULDN’T have been kidnapped by claw. His parents SHOULDN’T have abandoned him. And yeah, Teru knows that, but if this was all some sad anime backstory, if his trauma built him into who he is today, if he has a purpose greater than himself, then maybe it’s okay that he’s miserable. Maybe it’s okay that no one comes into his room at night to remind him that they love him. Because he’s supposed to help people. He’s supposed to help people just like Mob. And there can be a light at the end of the tunnel because he can make it himself—he CAN be good and he CAN live a good life and if he just tries hard enough he can have control and——

And that thought process—to me—doesn’t disappear in a day. Which is why I’m consumed with this character. Which is why (in my opinion) Teen Teru and Teen Mob’s romantic relationship would be unintentionally toxic, even though they’d come at it with the best of intentions. Which is why what Teru needs is a parental figure and not a partner. Which is why I was excited to see the fanbook, which confirmed that Teru comes to spirits and such often and spends time with reigen. Which is why I keep thinking/writing about Teru growing up. About him healing…slowly.

I want to make it work. I want Teru to smile without self-criticism buzzing like bees in his head. I want him to have someone nice to call on the phone when he’s sick or when the power goes out.

I want Teru to look at his friends and family normally, for him to not constantly shift between idealizing and devaluing them, not trying to rival or placate them to keep them from abandoning him bc he trusts them to stay. I want Teru to trust. I want Teru to be okay. I want Teru healthy and happy, because he seems to be the only character who ends the series in utter misery.

Maybe after Teru’s an adult and confronted his trauma, Terumob can happen. Maybe a healthy Teru can have a normal, functioning relationship with the boy he desperately dreamed of marrying when he was 14. But it’d be a different relationship than what he envisioned. And he wouldn’t view mob the same way.

woeld you still love me if i posted toxic terumob analysis

[aro-aizawa]

Are you doing Legend of Korra at all for whumptober?

i’m not as confident writing for korra and it wouldn’t be something i’d think of myself, but i can absolutely do it if requested!! i have a few issues w the show itself, (particularly how they handled the gaang’s kids and erased sokka and suki entirely lmao) but i do actually adore the show. especially the third season and the fourth season was really good too, so yes if you wanna get some good whump from korra then request away!!! i’d be most comfortable writing for korra, jinora or kai. and depending on the prompt i could see myself writing some decent bolin and asami whump.

[1loer]

Hello! Just wondering what dr ships are rotting your brain or thinking about for the past few weeks. What are your Mikan ships as well? Btw I love your art you're so awesome :))

omg u have no idea how happy this ask made me lol!!! hahaha!!! thank u for enabling me c:<

DR ships that i have like. quite consistent brain rot for been attacking me the last few weeks. I just find Ougoku so fucking cute and precious i love it so much and Naegiri has reared its head and im in a constant state of komahina+nami feels bc im writing a fic for them rn!!

Soulfriends!!Soulfriends too oh my God soulfriends like Destroys me it hit me so hard when I played SDR2 for the first time. I really loved Kaz (despite everything :')) so i did all his fte's and just. Oh my god they're so special to each other!!!!!!! I also hc Hajime as being Kaz's bi awakening lol (tho im p.sure thats a popular headcannon) bc it just makes too much sense. But also like. I just think they'd make such good and like special friends. IDK its weird i ship them but its more like the most intense BroTP i've ever had but i defo think Kaz goes through having a crush on Hajime for the longest time OHAEROGO I like to think Hajime would be very physically affectionate to him too? Mostly bc he thinks its funny the way Souda gets so riled up by it but I think he'd love giving him like forehead kisses and ruffling his hair in like. A platonic/flirty way???? The song for them that really gets me (bc im very musically inclined and also ask me about my character playlists OTJRIGJOIEA) is that Stev en Unive rse one no matter what . like i litro get so emotional listening to it imagining them!!!!! the "through whoever you've been, through whoever you'll be, through whatever you lose, you will always have me, at the end of your rope, i'll be holding you tight, im gonna be right by your side no matter what" bit. *slams my head into a pillow and screams* just!!!! They could both do w/ each other you know??? Someone who loves them and trusts them and believes in them and someone to just have fun and be themselves w/ and joke w/ and oh my god oh ym god its literally so important !!!!!!!

Funny you should mention Mikan ships tho bc actually! A mikan ship has been fuckin me up recently haha! I've suddenly become like. SO soft for hajime/mikan. I wasn't too into it when i played her route in SDR2 and it ended w/ marriage, but like. looking back on it. theres very few characters Hajime is like. actually soft and gentle w/. Chiaki is one and Mikan is another and just. oh ym god that makes me m e lt . like he cares for her so much? and he's so worried for her? and he just wanted to hold her and protect her!!!! and yes! she deserves it!!!!!!!!she deserves someone who'll love her properly!!!! truly!!! She's been through so much and Hajime being that safe space for her just. dont touch me. dont look at me. I genuine think he'd be SO protective of her. and patient. and she wont know what to do bc she's never had that before and it'd be so scary for her but he'd help her through it all ARGH!!!! Not to reference another SU song but. god. dont listen to Found while imagingn Hajime singing it to her. dont do it. oh ym god. AND ALSO their like. Omg the way they can both relate (depending on how much of Izuru you believe hajime can rememebr) and understand each other's relationship w/ Junko in a way that like. really. the other despairs couldn't. bc only they had such a close relationship w/ her. I mean maybe Nagito could but. LOLLLL DO NOT PUT THEM IN A ROOM TOGETHER TO TALK ABOUT JUNKO OIAHJGIAI that'd be insane. no actually do it i want to see it i want to see Mikan go crazy and flat pack his ass like ikea furniture.

I'm also of the intense opinion that Mikan and Nagito do Not and Will not ever get on. Only because they're just. simultaneously too similar and too different. Like they're SO similar but they go about it in such different ways that i just think they'll never be able to fully understand each other so just cannot get along DESPITE having so much in common. like even before junko but ESPECIALLY after Junko. Also because its fucking hilarious to imagine. like its so funny. I think they should be allowed to hate each other actually. it'll probably be good for them.

I also. ofc. love the classics. I love Bandaid. its probably my main mikan ship tbh even tho i've become so fond of hajime/mikan. I just think. Ibuki would be like so good to balance her out. Bc ofc mikan is SO reserved and self-concious and Ibuki couldnt be either of those things if she tried. opposites attract. Also Ibuki is like. So emotionally intelligent? Idk if people really give her credit for that but like. God I loved her then i did her fte and that last bit where she reveals that like she just wanted Hajime to relax and shit oh my god i was blown out the water. Like OFC!!! OFC she's highly in tune w/ others emotions!! she wouldnt be able to form a band w/o that!! So i think that even though it may be a very intense version of opposites attract and Ibuki is very/...intense. oijaejoi . I think she'd be able to see where Mikan's true limits are and not force her past them, but be able to push her just far enough that she'd realise that like. it's okay to be yourself! its okay to say what you want! In that sense I think Mikan could probably grow as a character way more w/ Ibuki than w/ Hajime bc i think Hajime would treat her just too softly and not have the guts to push her in the ways she probably needs. Also i hc mikan as a hardcore lesbian so. Ya know OIGjoi

Wow ok i didnt think i'd have that much to say but u lit a fire under my ass anon! This is the most i've drawn in months LOL! There is a severe lack of Mikan on this blog considering how much i adore her so heres her w/ a few of my fave ships of hers. I love u so much i kiss ur forehead and tuck you into a rlly comfy bed and give u hot chocolate then read u a bedtime story. Also this is the treat at the end for anyone who actually read through all that bullshit OUHSEIOAJIOIJAIOJ

[thefanbasewhore]

United As One. || Part 2.

Summary: While Din is trying to convince the reader to marry him, the elders show their distaste while the reader finds out something that can impact her decision.

Warning/Content: 18+ please, fingering, oral (male on female), light smut, body hair (bc it's normal!!!) fighting between characters and angst. Also I don't ever write smut... Please be gentle with me lol this is one of my first times.

Paring: Din Djarin/female reader

Clan Leader Din AU

Part 1. || Master Post. 

Light seeps through the gaps between thin curtains, eyelids flutter as the sun hits her skin, heat creeps up the nape of her neck, warming her forehead. The brightness makes her squeeze her eyes harshly, she uses her hands to try and face the other way but dead weight against her chest makes it impossible.

Thick brown curls rest against her chest, Din's face appreciating the warmth and comfort of her breast, his own chest pressed against her stomach with small, shallow breaths. She can't see his face, he's too low angled downward, facing the wall but it surprises her. Her eyes widen in embrassment, the sudden feeling to run her fingers through the ringlets that he's decided to show her for the first time.

Din has never removed his helmet in front of her, sometimes in the dark but this was different, his skin pressed against her chest, hair she dreamed about tickling her chin is an overwhelming feeling, to add to it the memories of his last words that Din admitted. She's conflicted, It looks more beautiful then what it felt like in the dark between her fingers but what if she wakes him and he demands an answer? Something she's unable to give at the moment.

"Marry me, I've always known you'd be my riduur since the day I met you."

Despite the nervousness fingers softly tug on the tips of hair that reached his collar, silky and well managed despite being in his helmet and the long night sleep. It's a soft sigh that falls from his lips as nails scratch his scalp, sleepily pushing his hips against her.

A breath his held as she feels the hardness against her inner thigh, swallow breaths still falling from Din's chest signaled he was still sleeping but hips unknowing to himself press harder and again wanting the friction.

Fingers stop, heart beating so fast she swears she can hear it in her ears. While they have laid next to each other many nights in the Razor Crest it was never like this. There wasn't enough room, someone would end up bumping into someone which would end up with a sleepy grunt for Din and him finding else where; leaving the bed for her.

Sex was out of the question, Grogu was the number one concern. Between finding a Jedi, keeping the Crest running before it was destroyed, and keeping up with the baby it never left the time too.

It wasn't by choice, there were many nights Din spent longing over her, greedy eyes running over any exposed skin she allowed, they showered together once after the battle against the Kypt Dragon, skin against skin but the lights cut leaving his creed intact.

Even now asleep all Din wanted to do is touch her, with the child's safety secured, and being able to come back to his clan, there was no reason not to.

He's not, heavy and throbbing against her bare thigh, Din's body weight shifting her pajama shorts up further exposing smooth skin. Finally, she takes in a deep breath, eyes shift to the child that lays feet away from them snuggling a pillow, sucking on his fingers for comfort.

"Mmmhmm." It's a soft moan, breath fanning against the swell of breast, that ever so tease him, hips indistinctly pressing further into her until he's sliding against the junction between her thigh and soaking heat. Shame makes her face red, mostly because of how much she wanted him, wants more.

Din's eyes flutter, eyelashes soothing the skin of her breast with a huff. He says for a second, evaluating the situation: his hardness throbbing, pressed between his girls creamy thighs, the worst part of it being he can feel how hot she is, see the wet spot the formed through the thin shorts, feel it.

The room was suddenly hotter, he doesn't dare move, freezes actually, would be absolutely horrified if she woke up finding him pushing against her. Lips gently lay a kiss against her chest, listening to the beats under her chest.

"Good morning cyar'ika." It's whispered against skin, not meant for her current consciousness, it's followed by a few more kisses, her eyes flutter shut at the feeling, breaths slow at a result. Din's hand press against the bed on each side of her, extending his arms to push himself fully up.

"Wait Din, I'm awake!" Her own hands come to cup her eyes as they catch a glimpse of his forehead. Din pauses, he doesn't move just keeps is face angular.

"Why... Why did you say anything?" Din's voice is caught in his own throat as she grinds her hips towards him. A small groan falling from the pressure against his hardness.

"I..." She trails off, Din looks up replacing her hand with his own, the other hand knotting the crown of her head, tangling into the hair with a slight pull that makes her whine. "I wanted to keep feeling you."

Din feels his own heart beat beginning to speed up, her fingers blindly in front pressing against the smooth skin of his throat, first cupping his chin feeling to thick hair there. Then they press against his throat, feeling the pulse thicken herself. Din might have thought it was more sexual then it was intended, truthfully honest she forgets how human he can really be.. the pulse helps remind her he's just as much as her, maybe even more.

"Din.." The whine of his name wanting and feral shoots straight to his aching cock.

Fingers soak the touch of her chin, gripping it just watch lips part with want, chest heaving that makes Din's face red. He's unexperienced, he'll be the first to admit it but it felt so, so right.

"Do you want me?" He doesn't mean to words like that, it makes him seem as if he is the prize when truthfully he's the lucky one to see her spread her legs further in response. "Can I touch you sweet girl?"

"Please, Please." She chants as he moves closer so he's on his knees in-between her legs. There's a few minutes of silence, he uses them commit this memory of her to his brain forever.

"Din." She's impatient as she calls for him, hand following it's own trail to the hem of her short but Din swats it away, tisking under his breath. "You look..." He gulps, "beautiful, so good for me."

Din's lips move agonizingly slow, pressing a piece of love across her neck, hands cupping both of her breast through her shirt feeling nipples react instantly, hard through the thin material of the shirt. "Keep your eyes closed."

"I-I.." Tears of frustration wet eyes, she want to cry, beg for him to touch her but he's to busy enjoying the feel of her, parts he's never been able to explore before. "The kid."

Suddenly Din feels like an idiot, eyes shifting across the bed, thankfully the kid is still sleeping unbothered. "I'll be right back, keep your eyes closed."

Once the child is safely tucked away, comfortable as Din made sure to cover him with blankets in the other room. Nothing could prepare Din for the sight in front of him, smooth bare legs, breast naked on display with soft nipples, his hand slips further down his abdomen to grasp his own arousal, hard and aching. A small moan makes her head raise but eyes stay closed. "Din?"

"I'm here pretty girl." Din finds himself between her legs again, hands stroke the sensative skin of her inner thighs, she managed to take her shorts off the only thing keeping Din from seeing her naked is the cotton underwear. Din cant help but stare, the light colored fabric left little to the imagination, dark hairs shape against it, the wet patching showing just how badly she wants him.

With her eyes closed, it's practically sensory overload. Her skin can feel his touch so much more, the warmness of him, not to mention his smells, musty and warm, it reminds her of old leather. Ears twitch at how horse his voice is, breath against her skin as lips touch her neck. "Do you, I mean, Do you want me to -"

Din's feels his own skin heat at the words, he didn't have much experience besides when he want younger and one of the clan members went down on him but it didn't feel like this. Nothing can make him feel the way the cry that falls from her lips do. "Please, please touch me Din."

Din mades sure to take his time, spreading the wetness around the bare mound with his thumb, his mouth parting with want. If this was the last thing he’s ever seen, he’d die happy watching her skin flush pink, chest heaving with deep breaths, grinding her desperate, needy hips against own hand.

He loves to watch, watching her mouth open to beg for more but he's greedy, he wants hear more. Hear that he is the reason for her wetness. Fingers pinch the most sensative part of her, eyes open in surprise but Din's too fast, covering them with a hiss. "Eyes closed."

She obeys almost instantly at the rough grunt, eyelashes fluttering against his palm. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to."

"Mhmm." He agrees inside his chest, his hand leaves her completely with a protest but it's soon gone and she's flipped onto her stomach, face pressed against the mattress as fingers dig into her hips, dragging them into the air. He found himself so wrapped up in her he didn't care if she saw his face, all that was on his mind was her pleasure, with her eyes against the wall there was no reason to worry.

His length straining against the back of her thigh, heavy. Pressing kisses against shoulder blades and his hand finds its self between them, lowering her down against the mattress with a hand. His other thumb spreading across her clit, whining with the contact. His finger’s hook inside with no warning, filling her completely.

They're large, there's only two of them as they scissor against her walls, coated with her arousal that helps them trust into her again.

When his fingers find that spot that makes her cry, whine his name he can't help but moan, "Stars, Din."

She squeezes around him, hips naturally fighting his own trust of his fingers. "So, so beautiful."

He groans at the tightness, it sends shivers down his skin. Finger’s never lead up, filling and entering as soon as they left, over and over again until she feels the bundle of heat in her stomach, bubbling for a release. 

Din notices as he quickens the pace, chest against her back as he leans to press kisses against her neck, shirt discarded moments ago but neither could remember, lips sucking softly on the skin, huffing in frustration at his own arousal pressing against the back of her thigh for relief.

"Din.." it's a warning that make him suck harder, fingers so good it makes her mewl.

"Cum pretty girl, give it to me."

That's all it takes, from his fingers milking her through, the pretty girls that make her heart leap, his bare chest against her back, something snaps, squeezing against his fingers as a cry falls from them.

Her chest falls and raises quickly against the mattress, Din's fingers don't leave her heat but his head leans against her shoulders with a huff. Blind fingers reach behind her, squeezing his hardness so softly, it's an experimental touch that makes him groan but he pushes her hand away.

"Don't worry about me, I want you to cum again." She wants to protest, wants to say she can't but Din doesn't give her the chance to even catch her breath before fingers are leaving her, the dirty sound of his lips sucking on them making her gasp.

He uses this time to look at her, soaking begging for more under her breath. "Sweet, so sweet."

She couldn't tell if he was talking about her or her the cum on his fingers but eyes didn't miss a beat as legs lazily spread wider for him.

Hands spread across the back of bare thighs, trailing to squeeze a large handful of her cheek. "I always knew you would beautiful like this.. dreamed of it baby."

His arms flexing and expanding against thighs again as fingers curl into the softness of them, anchoring himself as lips closing down around her clit, suckling softly. 

“Din!” it's a whine of surprise as his tongue flickers against the sensative bundle, taking his good time with. His fingers finding her heat once again, sinking into the gaping hole, his finger’s moving faster, pace increasing with every squeal, scream or sound that was made.

His tongue doesn't let up from her clit as his fingers pushed deeper inside, purposely messaging the spot found in the deepest of her pussy, his cock throbbing at the thought of feeling it.

Hips lifting off the bed trying to escape his brutal lips, but he doesn't allow it as his free hand fell to hips, roughly pushing her back down against it the pillows. "Stay." The vibrations make her cry, beg for more.

Finger’s curling in her, collecting any juice they possibly could spreading against her as much as he could as hips jolt once again, a soft mumble against her making her moan.

The familiar feeling of heat building up and bubbling in her lower abdomen spreading warmth through out her whole body as he continued to finger fuck her as fast he could.  The heavenly sound of wetness dripping to his hand, covering his face and into the bed. "Give it to me, please, please sweet girl."

“I'm -." His name is like a prayer on her lips, his only reply is slamming his finger back into as hard as he could, lips puckering against her clit one more time. Eyes rolling back into her head, as her body let's go, Din sucks up anything he could manage. Her body slumps instantly but Din's finger grabbing her hips saves her from falling harshly against the bed. Loving lips press to her shoulder, laying his cheek against the warmth, slowly lowering her to the bed.

She wants to speak, but can't. Her head is still so high up in the clouds, mind so full with the thought of Din, Din, Din.

"Cyar'ika." The soft words make her heart jump, "Think about it.. I know it's not what you expected but I don't expect an answer right away."

Soft fingers trace her hairline as if they would never feel it again. His other arm wraps around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. Very prominent hardness against her back, but he ignores it. Eyelids flutter close, exhaustion taking over even when his lips meet her neck where he barries his head.

The sun once again is brutal, groaning as she blinks the tiredness away. Reaching behind her to feel for the loss of heavy weight but just to realize no one is there. Jumping up, looking for any sign of the green little monster as well but there is none. She moves to quickly, soreness from her legs reminds her of earlier, cheeks red with heat. It's been no long since anyone has touched her, she would feel it for days.

With shaky legs she stands, dressing rather quickly as she leaves the hut to search for them. The day is like any other, faces that aren't covered with helms show their distaste, while she can't see the other's faces she knows theirs match their conrads.

The temple is rather large, tikis of fire trail to the entrance and for some reason she finds herself drawn to it. The long pull over is stretched across her chest as she wraps it closer to herself as she moves towards the deep rasp she knows as Din.

Symbols and drawings are itched against the walls, the low light of the torches wouldn't let her decipher them, she wouldn't be able to anyways they are written in a language she does not understand. The doorway opens to a large room, space large enough to fit hundreds, tables and chairs fill the majority of it. There's a large throne in the center against the wall, followed by smaller ones that sit directly behind.

Throat dries as eyes run over the familiar plates of beskar covered thighs, up to the small green child who plays with a small stuffed toy on the mandalorian's lap. Basker doesn't notice the new eyes in the room, too busy snarling at the wrinkled men and woman in front of him. They all look identical, long cloaks that cover their baldness, charcoal symbols in a perfect line down their faces.

"No." The words fall from the woman who threatened her lips days ago, Din doesn't like the words as he lets out a huff.

"There is nothing against it, it's allowed." He argues, the elders around him show their distaste with a hiss.

"She is not mandalorian, she will bring shame on this clan. You will shame us Din Djarin." Once again she feels unwanted tears of embarrassment sting eyes, she wish they would just go away, that it didn't bother her.

She wants to curl up and disappear when she meets the gaze of sharp basker, the elders follow suit. "What are you doing here?" It's soft, low.

He doesn't like the look she sports, face twisted in anger, in sadness. She tries to hide the tears, faking a smile as she looks up at him. "I was worried... Grogu wasn't there.. you weren't there."

"I'll be done in a second, wait outside for me cyar'ika."

One of the elders hiss, "Do not speak our language to her, she does not deserve it!"

It happens before anyone can react, Din holds the baby close against his chest, the other hand drips the elder's cloak around the neck line, threatening him with rough gasp. "Don't you disrespect her. You may keep order of the clan but I am Mand'lor. I meant it when I said you have to go through me."

Din's eyes flicker to her, she gulps nervously at the display of power. It fit him so... Well. "Outside, take the child I will be out."

The sound of his voice, the authority in his voice has her feet moving before her brain can even process the words. Grogu reaches out for his mother with a giggle as he's notices her, before Din can turn his head in her direction she's gone.

It's not long after that Din is walking from the temple. Even though his emotions are often masked by his helm, anger just radiates from him. Hot, deep inside his veins. If shows with his slow steps roughly dug into the ground beneath him, shoulders high, alert, his trembling fingers at his side.

"Are.." she pauses, eyes meeting his visor as he's only inches away, towering over her. "Are you okay bear?"

The nickname makes him pause, a rare smile lifts his cheeks pressing his forehead against her own. "I'm fine, everything is going to be alright."

His heart pounds in his ears, heart warm with admiration? Love? Honestly, he couldn't quite place his feelings when it came to her but the nickname made him feel warm, happy at the affection. The nickname was a jab at his parenting, papa bear she called him, ever since then it stuck.

Grogu small hands wrap around her neck, breaking them apart in jealousy as his face finds warmth against her neck. Din rolls his eyes with a chuckle, hand slipping into her free one. The act makes her pause, looking for eyes to see but Din tugs her toward, not caring who sees.

The walk back is slow, cool while they enjoy the spoils the planet offers. A few stares but Din keeps her distracted, "There's a celebration tonight. I want you there."

"No." She admits too quickly for his liking, he sighs stopping movement all together. She feels guilty, redness blooming cheeks. "No one wants me there, I'll just spoil their fun."

"I want you there." He admits, fingers find silky strands of hair, playing with the tips with gentleness. "It's my coronation, it's the celebration of me.. there's no one else more deserving to be there."

Din can't help but notice the awkward shift from hip to hip, trying to shift weight to make standing just a little bit easier. "What is it?"

Cheeks are even hotter as she looks down at her feet. Worried hands tip her chin to meet her own reflection in his helmet. "Tell me."

"I'm just sore is all." It's Din's turn to blush, hear claims his cheeks, runs up the nape of his neck.

"Let's go back, get ready. The child needs a bath anyways." The way the petal like ears raise at the mention of a path with a lifting lip makes them both laugh under their breath.

There's laughter in the distance, the smell of fire, roasting meat, chatting among peers when she arrives. She tucks the child closer as she manages to walk past without being detected, her only concern being to find Din.

Tents scatter across the green ground, the largest which she guessed with hold him. Two mandalorians stand out front, as if they are looking for any kind of danger to pass through. The one's helm shift towards her face, looking her up and down before gesturing her entry into the tent.

Din is seated, a blonde woman's fingers pressing white lines along with symbols that have no meaning to her against his basker on his thighs. His head tilts up towards his girl, a small smile forming underneath the mask. Beads lay in layers on his chest, peaks of flowers tangled between them, he's almost covered from head to toe in white clay.

His eyes never leave hers, despite how nervously she stares at the woman who sat between his legs.

"Hi pretty girl." The words pinch her cheeks red as his fingers mention her closer, the woman kneeling in front him remains quiet. Din can sense her irritation so doesn't dare recognize the fact another woman is between his legs. He presses his hand against his lovers back pushing her close to press their foreheads together.

"Hi bear." The nickname makes him smile again, a simple word that makes him feel loved. Leather gloves stroke the petal shaped ears on the child with a soft coo, "Hey buddy, how was the bath?"

The displeasure isn't hidden on Grogu's face but he still climbs over the chair to his father's lap. The blonde woman looks up from her handiwork with a smile as the curious child peers at her. "Hi little guy."

"I'm done here Mand'lor." Din gives a pleased nod, dismissing her silently. The girl gets to her own knees, angling herself to stand between his legs. There's something about her flirty grin, eyes that meet her own with a looking that just screams, 'I know something you don't.'

Even though it makes her narrow her eyes, it really doesn't matter expect when she bares her neck to them. Wrapped around with a thin piece of string is the mud horn signet that exactly resembles Din's.

She tries not to think the worst, but it seems like a claim of some sort. Like she is his. While she silently moves to exit the tent, a long strand of beads run across the whole length of her hair, dark brown in color.

Din's hands try to move her to his lap but the look of confusion etched across her face makes him pause.

"She wears your signet?" Din is caught off guard, bitting his bottom lip under the helm. While it made complete sense to him, how do you explain it to someone how doesn't understand this way of life.

"Yes." He answers truthfully, "I made it for her."

The words make her take a step back, Din's fingers don't allow her as they fight to move her between the V of his legs. He's successful, stronger.

"I will make you one when you're my riduur."

"but why does she have one?" The hurt can't go unnoticed, pale in color, anxiety making her heart thump faster.

"It's not important."

"It is to me. Why does she have one?" Din doesn't want to talk about it, he wants to enjoy the night, enjoy it with his clan, his son and her.

"She is my breeder." While she doesn't know what it means, it doesn't take a genius to figure it out. She's silent, chewing on the fat of her lip. "Sweetheart?" Din looks up, uneasy with the silence.

"Breeder? You mean as in -."

"Have my children." The fear is answered, "It's tradition, the clan needs an heir. If a riduur cannot produce a child, the breeder will be used. It's nothing to worry about."

"Nothing to worry about? If I marry you and can't have children you will just have them with her?"

He doesn't like it, the way her voice fills with hurt. "Yes but it won't happen, it's just in case."

She's trying to distance herself, Din let's go, he doesn't like the way she struggles from his grasp. "If it does happen what I'm supposed to sit back and watch you two raise a child together?"

"It won't happ -."

"Who picks her?" It's a jab toward him, makes him regret his choice that he made years ago, before he knew her.

"I do but it -." He wants to say it was before her, before he feel in love but watching tears fill her eyes makes him pause, if he had one weakness in this world it would be watching her cry, something he's seen too much over the past week.

"Don't cry." He stands tall placing the child on the chair, with every step towards her she moves further away. Her chest is heavy, heart breaking as tears that slip past eyelids.

"I was never your first choice." Din can see it, the way her eyes show the fear of loving him. Hand pressing against her own chest as if it physically hurts.

"You are, you're my only choice." His words try to reason, hands try to comfort but she presses a hand against his chest to stop him. The wall of the tent is against her back, Din boxes her in.

"It's tradition, I don't want her. I want you."

She shakes her head, tears burn her cheeks. "Your traditions are ugly, I hate it here."

The words make his face drop, heart stuttering in his chest, it hurts. Her defiance, the way she admits those words about his home. He wants it to be her own.

"I can't change them. I can't help them." Her eyes flicker to the beads against his chest, reaching out to feel the hardness of them.

"What were the beads in her hair?"

Din doesn't want to say it but none the less cannot lie. "I don't want to lie to you." It was too much already, it would only bring her more pain.

"Then tell me the truth Din."

"She wears the color of my eyes in her hair."

.."What?"

The amount of time it took Din to even admit the color of his eyes to her was months.. she just walks around parading them and he allows her, he did pick her after all.

"Y-Your eyes?" The words choke up in her throat, bottom lip trembling. "I never got to see your eyes, you said they were brown. The first time I see the color is on another woman. Do the whole clan a favor, take me home and marry her."

"No, No. Stop." His hands grasp her wrist, pulling her close to his chest, the dried clay scratched her cheeks, beads press against her temple. "It was long ago, before I met you. You are my choice."

Tears smear, melting the clay with a cry. She pulls away, "You might want to have her come in and fix that."

Din Djarin is left speechless as he watches her walk away, his own heart breaking inside his chest. Not even a full week home and it's already managed to distance them. Now her own broken heart matching his.

[trashvinnie]

Thank you as well!! I only really started this whole thing because I was inspired by your art, enough to start moving my ass to actually get to it. I’m used to having my head in the clouds and writing a lot of wips, but this is the first time that I was actually able to finish one of the longer works I had. I’m just really thankful to you for that? Like, your art was so striking and it painted the picture so strongly in my mind. Or, well. Imprinted the idea?

On the rapper thing, I actually have a hard time imagining any of them as rappers, and then envisioned both Ace and Luffy as dance focused and having mixed street dance styles. It felt like an eenie meenie (Chungha, 2024) miny moe moment of who will do more rapping. In the end, the actual wips have them doing an equal mix of both in songs with all three. Makes sense though putting it that way, that he’d get to use his wordplay more often if he focused on rapping(it’s why i put bobby as his rap inspo, actually)

Unfortunately in the solo songs part in the concert fic I uh. Ended up giving Ace songs with just vocals (since I imagined him having one of those loud fight for your life msgs, and Ace having the entire crowd yell FUCK THIS MODERN LIFE stuck in my head).

Meanwhile Luffy’s has mostly fun/melodic raps, with lil singing. Just vibes and fun, really. Mostly because I have now realized I don’t have any songs based on fun vibes that focuses on singing. I need to dig deeper in the kpop archives probably, but now that the actual concert fic is over, I can pretend either way works and that he’s actually not rap focused. I see him more as bouncy guy great at making choreo, but it’s a challenge to actually make him *stick* to it. I think I’ll just make it flexible at this point,?

Sabo I just have in a little bubble of pop/rnb/jazz singing. Funky sexy bar singer vibes. On the idols that inspire their characters, I change the details every now and then? Ex. Luffy’s vocal inspo includes taeyong for fun singing times despite how different he sounds from Woosung. I think I added it the day after i made this post. Whoops pt2?

The notes in general in regards to them as characters: I didn’t want to make it too long or complex in the pics, but I do edit them A Lot. Add some more inspirations and whatnot. Something I want to note on more is the fashion aspect, but even if I’m a fan of Key’s work (shinee) or what idols like atz or skz wear, im not good at picturing things in my head, so imagining asl in certain clothes doesn’t really… work for me? Also I’d think that asl would rather wear things that would be easy to dance/move in, and would only think about fashion only if it were for fashion’s sake.

(except Sabo, he tries going for good looking but mobile. I imagine they get busier as time goes though and he leans more still on musical aspect than the clothes, so the fashion is come and go for him)

I am also absolutely losing my mind on the art? The dyed hair looks so funky, Luffy with red bangs, Sabo with the tips and Ace with the half-half… I’m . Yelling? Im gonna eat your Deuce

Hard agree on taking away the melanin part. This is fictional and I will bend the rules of reality to fit for these boys. ‘Indie kpop groups don’t make it that big bc —‘ yes well now they do, more expensive promotional rights or not. That stuff doesn’t exist here. Their melanin is celebrated.

Also the additional notes on Deuce and Koala… would you mind if I just,,, permanently added that to my character notes for them hahaha,,, I really like those ideas omg,,, Deuce truly just that guy who Ace became friends with one day and then one year later he’s employed as a manager.

I already finished the first fic (their first stadium concert) of the series, but now I have to figure out how to write everything else. I’m usually not that confident but your art helps a lot (even the ones not related to the au like wittb also inspires me, your facial expressions makes my heart go boom, to keep it short) in keeping my brain inspired.

Whether or not you do add art to this au, you really did help me create the train and then keep it going, no matter what. Many thanks for that, and for these amazing drawings as well! Im also going to eat the Law you drew

Also misc fic inspo:

Thank you for taking your time to make those drawings, and hope you’re doing ok despite any real life happenings!

inspired by @where-does-the-heart-lie and given courage by @wolf-eared-fangirl and their own wonderful rendition of the asl kpop au.

i got inspired a whole lot by the notes and artworks from whery but also tried to make it my own by making it increasingly impossible realistically. one of those it’s a fanfic and i can make anything possible vibes.

all of these are just concept notes and ideas i was able to keep down for the past what? two months or so? there are a lot more wips and ideas, and i wanted to see if there was anyone who wanted to bump brains with me or was willing to indulge seeing my messy thoughts/notes.

i made law important because i am obsessed with not only asl but him too. no escape from the brain worms, really. even if he doesn’t really pop up in a lot of my current wips for this au…

i should make storyboards but my brain has latched to grps like exo or atz for like. clothes inspo. i have multiple concert wips that needed me to make an entire fake asl concert setlist so that was fun, considering how i ended up adding eng and jp songs… i cannot contain myself and have been repeatedly editing everything I have on this for months ,,,

[ackermans-freedom-inc]

Who do you think your moots could pull and why?

Alright lets go I have...so many moots and if I forgot u its 300% my bad pls come hit me upside the head, also im bad at these bc I honestly just push my favourite characters onto ppl oops but long assss list below the cut - I love u all

@cafedanslanuit: ok I dont know why, but porco for u my friend. Maybe it’s bc the last fic I read from u was the porco and zeke one? but damn. porco. for sure. 

@kmorgzz: MY LIL CINNMON BUN. ok NOT GON LET MYSELF BE SWAYED by ur porco pfp - but i...kuroo. DO U EVEN LIKE HIM?? but I dunno why I CAN SEE IT. ready to fite u but also love cuddles soft friend and that WALL of a man? 

@flamingblinglove: U ALREADY KNOW 姐姐 U ALREADY KNOW. OFC U COULD PULL UR FAV flaming boi!!! I love u very much and love him for u! 

@alto-march-of-death: AL. AL AL AL AL AL AL AL AL. DO I NEED TO SAY IT. SUGA. FKIN. SUGA. I dont even need to - SUGA. also reiner. But mostly SUGA. 

@onwiings: LEN. we havent really chatted before so im sorry if this is real random but for some reason....connie? I DONT KNOW WHY BUT CONNIE FOR SURE. 

@boston-bakedbeans: I JUST GET JEAN VIBES. U COULD OUT SNARK HIM ANY DAY 

@daddyjackfrost: HANA MY SWEET QUEEN OF MAKING ME CRY OVER STUPID VBALL BOYS. I have so many. BUT L? L FOR SURE. u are an intellectual and he would be all :0 while eating his damn cake. ALSO. Bo-bokuto? he could handle ur energy and I would love to see it. 

@bellbee: armin vibes. You're just so dang sweet? I think it would be such a good match 

@kojinnie: KOJIIIIIN. ZEKE. ZEEEEKKKE. IM SCREAMING THIS. BUT LIKE- NOT THE MEAN EVIL ZEKE. THE SOFT SWEET ONE WHO WILL BRUSH THE HAIR FROM YOUR FACE AND KISS YOUR FOREHEAD IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT ZEKE. 

@onyxoverride: I was going to say zeke?? t he naaaasty kind of zeke where hes just obsessed with u, but totally not influenced by ur latest posts but MICHE. BIG MANS. also for some reason I bet u smell good. but not in a sweet or delicate way?? I bet u smell really good but in a way ppl cant place? so ppl always ask “what perfume/cologne are you wearing?” 

@peachysimp: MY SWEET MICHI 姐!!!! U DESERVE ALL THE LOVE AND CUDDLES IN THE WORLD. im just thinking of a big mans...mmm Reiner? Eren??? no problem for my sweet 姐姐. u can handle em. 

@deludedimagines: SORCHAAAAAA MY LOVE. MY DEAR. Levi for FREAKING SURE. AFTER OUR TALK - YOU DESERVE TO GO KAYAKING AND CANOEING WITH HIM. PLEASE. 

@aotwrites: iane. love of my life lane. pls drink some water I know ur working v hard. ok but why can I imagine a soft af erwin that u could EASILY pull?? like NO problem. he would be best listener and the shoulder rubs? after a long day?? IANE. PLS. 

@plutowrites: PLUTO U KNOW HOW MUCH I FKIN LOVE UR ZEKE SERIES SO IS IT EVE N A QUESTION WHY I THINK YOU COULD GET ZEKE NO PROBLEM?? 

@gojosweets: SWEEETIIE levi for SURE BC HEALING HANDS IS STUCK IN MY HEAD. u could for sure pull a grumpy injured Levi and make his heart go boink 

@hexbestfriend: Sierra my dear. ur other url says it all. but also, a big mans. so....Erwin for sure - I would PAY to see this bc u would have him just so into u and I just...im swooning 

@horseanon--simpforall: RACH. DO I EVEN NEED TO SAY. U WRITE THE BEST CUTE SWEET ZEKE. FOR SURE. AND SUGA. U COULD PULL THEM WITHOUT EVEN FKIN TRYING. I love u TOO much 

@misskasa: love the new url btw tea??? damn. also Eren. EREN. LONG HAIRED MAN BUN BUT NICE NOT PROBLEMATIC EREN. u deserve it all 

@thebubblybakery: MY DEAR. MY DEAAAARRR ur url is way too cute and for SURE. Levi. for SURE NOT A DOUBT IN MY MIND. bake him lil treats and he’ll chop the fingers off anyone who tries to steal em from him 

@yearning-moon: omg my new obsession is ur writing, but u would have no problem pulling our collective fav zhongli. no problem whatsoever im just gone u write him so well I cry every single time.

@lookslikeleese: I MET U THRU SUGA AND I WILL NEVER STOP THINKING ABOUT THAT. suga no problem. ERen. no problem. find u a friend that can do both. thats u. 

@doulcha: another easily Levi pull - honestly if theres anything I learned on this website, its that everyone has big brain and is cute as a damn button and 

@anlian-aishang: MY SWEET DARLING. U COULD HAVE ANYONE. HONESTLY. UR A DAMN INTELLECTUAL, BEAUTIIIIIFUL BEYOND WORDS AND JUST HNG I LVE U SM. LEVI. ERWIN (NO ARGUMENTS I WOULD PAY TO SEE U WITH ERWIN BC WOOOOW HOW SWEET) also u already know how much I love the idea of u with Farlan U COULD HAVE ANYONE U WANT AND U KNOW IT. 

@starstruckkittensweets: another sweET DARLING WHO COULD GET ANYONE SHE WANTED. ABSOLUTELY ANYONE but Levi. Levi FOR DAMN SURE BC HOW COULD I NOT. erwin too? absolutely. 

@unloved-cadillac: CADDY my DEAR is another Levi puller for SURE - I feel like u can match his snarky replies? and it would just be a lot of grEAT banter back and forth and phew 

@katsuhera: MY PENGUIN LOVING FRIEND another Levi lover who could get him with NO problem whatsoever. pls take his grumpy ass to the aquarium 

@therealvalkyrie: my wife my love my DEAREST. I mean we’re already married x4? 5? times?? so I mean u already got me so I think u already won this game. USHI GUSHI FITE ME. also suga. curl up on a nicely upholstered armchair, nice cup of tea, maybe some ice cream? gorgeous view outside, trying to flip pages but its lowkey a pain to do so because suga is doing the same in his seat, but ur arms are stretched out to meet in the space between the two of you, and ur knuckles are brushing 

@rulerofstars: ANGELLLLL u are another eaaaasyyyy Levi pull bc HOW SWEET ARE U 

@acekou: ...honestly anyone u want bc I AM INTIMIDATED - AS I SHOULD BE. and I love that energy for u. ERen??? Levi?? ARMIN??? ERWIN?!?!?? no problem 

@thot-farm: ME. I SEE U IN MY NOTIFS AND I HAVENT SAID HI BEFORE. but ME. U COULD PULL ME NO PROBLEM BC M LOVE U ALREADY. but I mean im no Levi and u could pull him no problem too dearie (; 

@xxdragonwriterxx: omfg LEVI LEVI LEVI LEVI LEVI!!! UR FICS ARE SO DAMN AMAZING AND THE IDEAS ARE AMAZING AND THE PLOT AND EVERYTHING and ur also so sweet?? LEVI. FOR. LIFE. EASILY. NO CONTEST. 

@jean-does-not-have-a-horseface: BIRD. MANS. HAWKS. DO I NEED TO SAY MORE?!?!!?  

@levilaughlove69: kenny. fkn. ackerman. no more words. 

@bluebellhairpin: SEE ABOVE. also Erwin - I know u like that big mans my sweet darling nemo :3 but also BACK THE FK OFF ALL OF U UR DRIFTING WITH ME SO ME. U PULL ME. EVERYONE ELSE CAN BACK THE FK UP

@unadulteratedtreecrusade: BEANBEANBEANBEAN IM THIIIIIIIS close to coming to visit u bc I love u SO DAMN MUCH. but HONESTLY WHO CANT U PULL?? LEVI. DONE. ERWIN. DONE. 

@1252291: N UR URL SAYS IT ALL. LEVI. zeke? BOTH? ANNIE VIBES TOO??? JEAN? im done. 

@babieweeb: another moot I havent interacted too much with 🥺 but ZEEEEEKKKKE 

@itspastellemons: LEYLA LISTEN. me. u got me. u can pull me anytime shh dont tell my bf I LOVE U SM I LOVE U SO DAMN MUCH R U KIDDING!?! but other than me ahem LEVI. LEEEVIIIIII FOR U BC UR SO DAMN SWEET AND HE WOULD MELT AT U. erwin? wrapped around ur finger?? REINER?? MICHE?? I cant even choose for u ur too powerful 

@alrightberries: I think ur on a Nanami binge rn AS U SHOULD BE. so just know that u could have that mans in an instant

@mysteriousmagicx: MY FAV WITCH MOOT WHO HAS THE BEST DAMN FKIN AUS AND THE BIGGEST DANG BRAIN. WHO CAN’T U PULL??? WITCH HANJI. VAMPIRE LEVI. WEREWOLF MICHE. STOP IT U CAN HAVE EM ALL.

@etherealserenity: ERRRREEEEENN I DONT NEED TO SAY ANY MORE. AND U KNOW WHY. 

@cant-spell-slay-without-lay HOW THE FK DID I NOT ADD U EARLIER MY DEAR PLS IM SO SORRY OMFG - but UR LEGIT MS. ACKERMAN HOW COULD U NOT PULL LEVI. case closed. ms ackerman is legit. 

[approximately20blorbos]

hi hi hi it is late and my brain is a little mushy and sleeby but i would like to hear about immor!!!! could i possibly have a basic rundown?? 👀👀

hello hello multi!!!!!! thank you for the ask!!! I ended up falling asleep but I am still very much in the mood to talk about him so absolutely you may!! :D

(I am writing this after everything else bc this post got way out of hand so tldr: dad with a sword and trauma that is mostly related to war and being a prisoner of war loves his friends and family very much despite never emoting and has worked very hard to secure a good life for him and his family despite everything being at odds with him. more detailed information below jdbdhsvdhdv)

so Immor. where to start. he is one of my most fixated-upon characters so as you can imagine there is a lot lol

I guess physical description is a good starting point! he is 6'9" tall (yes funny number I know, it plagues me /lh), he's very built from spending centuries in the military, he has long silver hair with about three dozen small braids in it (this is a culture thing, but basically the braids are to honor dead people—I should absolutely make a whole post about this later actually), gold eyes (which the fact that he doesn't have heterochroma of any sort in his eyes is about as rare for shining elves as the reverse is for humans), and like all older elves it's very hard to place his age by looking at him—he could easily look anywhere between his early thirties and early fifties, but there are so many incongruencies with anywhere you'd try to put him on that spectrum that trying to guess his age based on human assumptions is useless. his actual age is 306 at the start of my wip, and that is vaguely of the lifespan equivalent of 30. this equivalency also falls apart if you look too hard at it so just remember that it's more about lifespan and less about life experience if you know what I mean by that? finally this man does not emote in any obvious way, apart from very rare occasions. this doesn't detract from the fact that he definitely feels emotions and strongly too he just does not show it. anyway I tried to keep it short and that was still long-winded so I apologize lol I'm gonna move on

he is Immerlias and Aryaea's dad and Regaya's husband! he's also commander of a squadron of guards, which is sort of like a second family to him. his best friend, Strendthras, is his second in command and while they have a... uh... chaotic? dynamic with each other they do make a very good team, especially when shit hits the fan. Immor's other best friend is Embrist, a very busy transgender surgeon that saved his life about 200 years ago, then they lived in the same house for about a decade, and also he was the one who introduced Immor and Regaya to each other and officiated their wedding. he also is the person that delivered Immerlias when he was born so there is that too. Regaya and Embrist are very close as well for their own reasons so he is a mutual friend. Immor loves all of these important people in his life (and more I haven't mentioned!) very, very much and at the same time in a very quiet way, kind of just. being a listening ear and offering advice when they need it and doing favors without being asked, silently holding onto anything they give him and paying quiet attention to the things they care about. except Strendthras. that is a very different dynamic because of how long they have been friends. if you didn't know they were friends you'd think they spent every minute of their lives trying to kill each other from how much they roughhouse and (affectionately!) bully the other. Regaya is also an exception to this because she is his wife

god that was long I'm sorry I'm just gonna briefly go through some important backstory notes SO:

Immor was born illegitimately and raised by his single mother and grandparents

said grandparents died around when he was hitting adulthood and about 40-50 years later his mother (also in the military) died on the first day of a 6 year long war

Immor fought in said war and about halfway through was captured and spent over a month as a prisoner and very, very nearly died. Embrist managed to save him but the fact that he survived this is basically a miracle. he still has ptsd mostly over his time as a pow but the war overall factors in as well for certain. the scars he has from this experience is the reason why he wears sweaters 100% of the time and the reason he's claustrophobic and the reason he's a vegetarian

once the war ended his girlfriend at the time decided to break up with him and kicked him out of her house so that's why he moved in with Embrist.

nine years later he and Regaya met when she accidentally broke his nose in a bar. #meetcute but they proceeded to get together anyway

about 20 years after that he and Strendthras's third friend Cadaea died of a fever, which sucked.

very shortly after that Immor and Regaya got married

a century and some change later Immerlias was born, then a few months after that Immor found Aryaea (who was the daughter of some family friends) in the burnt rubble of the town they had lived in while on a patrol. he took her back to her grandparents but basically ended up adopting her anyway

and fast forward another 50 years and Aryaea and Immerlias came of age and left town for a backpacking trip. this is roughly where my wip begins :)

THAT WAS SO LONG I'M SORRY but thank you for asking about him I highly highly appreciate it and I am sorry for probably giving you way more than you bargained for lmao

[morvantmortuary]

Random Question but it’s been poking around my brains: if you had to describe the Morvant’s voices in three words each, what words would you use? <I’ve been thinking in terms of sound lately so it popped in my brain> ❤️🖤❤️🖤

Sam, you glorious angel of a person, hello cherie 🖤🖤🖤😍

I was kind of joking around about this with some friends the other day about how ofc I picked two European actors (Eva - French, Daniel - Spanish/German obvi) for characters that have Deep South-bordering on-Cajun accents lmao. But your question phrases it in a much more interesting way!!

I'm gonna really really try to stick to three words but we both know I'm much more chatty than that so forgive me when I inevitably fail lmao.

Hector - I had to go listen to a few clips of Diego's voice bc he's the only one I want speaking almost totally unchanged. Light and Rough are the two words I know for sure, if that makes sense - even when he speaks fairly quietly, there's a quality to his voice that is still lighter to me, in my head, than the full rumble of Ron Perlman or Clancy Brown, but there's still a rasp to it. At first I wanted to say "Staccato" for my third but like... that's really only when he's speaking English? He has this very specific speech pattern that feels quick, like he bolts from word to word, but when he's speaking Spanish of course everything feels more like liquid, you know? (He speaks so fast in Spanish that when I'm watching to practice and try to keep up, I usually have to give up and turn subtitles back on, but that's probably more a me problem 😂) Then again, Hector speaks mostly English (for now) when I write, so maybe staccato is more accurate for us, at least?

...You know what, I think I'm gonna go with "Mellifluous," bc man's voice is musical either way. <3

Rora - Dark, Soft, Sultry. Unlike most things with Ror, hers is actually the easiest to describe of the three. Her voice is from low in her chest, usually sounding deadpan on the edge of sarcastic, and when she's just talking to one person it always sounds like she's speaking to you in an aside or going to tell you a secret. Her accent brings a lot of warmth to a voice that wouldn't normally be perceived as such. Her voice reminds me of a creeping vine, or the way a venus flytrap closes - deceptively slow and almost soothing, until there's something ominous there.

Maxi - Oh god, this is hard. He's the one I've heard in my head the longest, but somehow actually describing it feels impossible lmao. He definitely sounds closer to Daniel's normal voice than the deep one he uses for Zemo, but that's the only similarity the two might have, ha. :'D

Bright, definitely, with how often I picture him being fairly chirpy when he's excited or happy about something this of course changing when he has you alone or when he's about to end someone's whole life lmao. Honeyed for sure - his accent slows his speech the hell down, where I imagine he'd actually talk fairly fast if he was from almost anywhere else lol. Finally, probably Mellow - his voice has this comforting, homey quality, especially when he's talking to the families he's working with.

(...There's actually a band that's been featured on two playlists I've posted where the lead singer is the closest I've ever heard to how he sounds in my head, but I don't really want to say who bc I want people to keep their own versions of how they think he sounds!!)

This was a fun question, babe!! thank you for taking the time to ask, I always enjoy pondering things like this. 🥰♥️🖤♥️

[diorstarr]

fics without happy endings are so important ‼️ and with a character like Joel who is like you said, doomed by the narrative, it is only soooo fitting that no matter what he does right, he still cannot secure happiness for himself in the way he desires - so important!!! and joel will never be happy. sorry </3 he will do the best he can and will go to absolutely insane lengths to get what he wants and he will always fail. 

I’m def seeing Joel seeing reader in a halo of light despite all the guts and gore - and a choir of of angels and gold sparks.

I never say this enough about your writing but I just loveee how effortless it all is. Each sentence transitions into the next so silky smooth and there’s never a delay in between a character’s inner monologue and description of the surroundings. You are so talented. I genuinely wish you’d publish a book akldfjasd

STOPPPPPP I LOVEYOUUU THIS IS THE NICEST THING ANYONE HAS EVER SAID TO MEEEE. IM ACTUALLY HYPERVENTILATING STOPPPPPPP

the flip from Joel’s understanding and care to this is so perfectly put - joel is a smart man!! and absolutely guided by his emotions in a way that makes him absolutely ruthless. he’s already attached himself to reader and, ofc, wants to see her be safe and healthy but also knows that he can’t be too much of a mother hen bc it won’t lead to the type of relationship he wants. 

HONEY???? ASDFAJSDFASODFI HELLO ADLFJA THAT JUST NUKED MY BRAIN - imagine him saying that in his thick texas accent and his gruff voice….oooooo i need him lol 

LMFAOOOOO please I laughed -  i debated whether i should include this line LMAO but decided it was too funny to leave out and im glad u laughed lollll

but this is still fucked up on so many levels. - tbh i get it!! looking at tlou and the tlou verse thru the experiences we have can be so hard bc ive never had to do things for survival the way they’ve had too but its also like….joel….was this really necessary?? and to him it definitely is. he needs to have a tight reign on reader and her emotions and the way she has to live w him. he sees this constant reminder of your failures as something necessary to remind you that you do need him. what chance do you have without him? 

Not in an endorsing way but more in the ‘I’m trying to keep you alive, the least you can do is trust me’ way - yuppppppp. he definitely bounces between that angry ‘don’t you see im doing this for you?’ and the pathetic ‘can’t you see im doing this for you?’ and both are fucking awful lmao but at the same time you can see why he would do that 

Joel really is not holding back at all - lollllll he can’t!! also he doesn’t see the point in holding back. its the truth isn’t it? (thats how he would justify it LMAO) 

Dior what the actual fuck. WHAT THE FUCK - lol. um. ok. yeah i know i know lolll 

watching Joel soak up every little thing reader gives him - the man is touch STARVED 

You having this in Joel’s POV is just too good. He downplays the seriousness of his actions, his feelings, his thought processes to such a degree that even as a reader, for a split second, I find myself being like yeah I get it before I catch myself - it was sooo fun writing in his pov and it was also important to me to write it mostly in his pov bc i really really wanted to show just how fucked up he is and how far he’s fallen. and he totallyyyyy always downplays his actions (we see this time and time again) and tbh it was so easy to justify his actions while writing LMAO + i had to remind myself that HE’S A BAD GUY 

This scene?? Are you joking? This was incredible. Joel’s defenses, his lack of remorse, him justifying why you don’t say anything. God, you nailed every awful thing about a nice guy right here - eeeeeee this was one of the first scenes i wrote lmao and tbh kinda what inspired this whole thing and what i centered the story around lmaooo (what does that say abt me…go!) but this is hopefully the scene that made u pause and be like….what the fuck is wrong with joel. it is so obvious that reader doesn’t enjoy what’s happening. sure she’s being “pleasured” or maybe even “deriving pleasure” from what’s happened but its against her will! and joel knows this and his justification for all this is sooo. he really is the creepy nice guy here lol

I wanted to do a play by play comment but this fic really took me by the throat and wouldn’t let me go until I finished it. - im selfish for loving that it had u in such a chokehold lollllllll 

Because I think that acceptance is far too cruel for even the universe to let go without punishment. - SPEAK ON ITTTTTTTTT. like what did reader do to deserve this?? nothing!! and the fact that joel continues to justify AND downplay his actions and sees readers acceptance of him and the life she now lives as something inevitable and almost owed to him is something so evil fr 

The POV switch...magnificent -  i almost debated not having her pov!! but there was some info that i did need to get across lol that just didn’t make sense coming from joel pov lol. im glad that u liked it tho! i think her snippets were incredibly important in showing how joel is an unreliable narrator and a bad bad man. 

The implication of her knowing how Joel wormed his way into her life through a series of awful events (at least that’s my understanding!! I could be projecting LOOL) - nah she def knows!! but there’s only so much that she can do. and at a certain point he had to have broken thru to her and drilled the message of ‘what can you do without me?’ and that constant reminder of how she failed did more damage than we will ever know i think. esp after what she had to do to her mom, yk? 

Dior, this is so fucking incredible. I know I’m repeating myself but really. I’m gonna be thinking about this for weeks. God, what I’d do to read this w fresh eyes again - shut up i love you and im gonna cry. 

sullen girl

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pairing: dark!joel x f!reader a/n: fiona apple said "is that why they call me a sullen girl, sullen girl?" and i was like oh? and ran w it. but im also not rlly sure how i feel about this lol. this is set a few years before the show and ignores a lot of canon (per usual lol) + its set in the boston qz. feedback is greatly appreciated! lemme know if u liked it at all. on ao3 summary: joel stumbles into you by accident. but how can he just let you go? wc: ~4.7k + this fic DOES NOT have a happy ending. below the cut are cw/tw and they include SPOILERS. tags are not exhaustive. please feel free to send me a dm or an ask if you would like more info abt the warnings i've listed. if you don't like DON'T READ.

cw/tw: dubcon/noncon, obsessed!joel, overprotective!joel, dark!joel. he is not a good person here lmfao that cannot be overstated, alternating pov's, m + f masturbation, nonspecific age gap, pet names galore, canon typical violence and gore, manipulation, coercion, stockholm syndrome esque, references to drugs and drug use, references to suicide (nothing super specific), inaccurate wound description and care, and death of reader.

---

The first time Joel sees you, you’re covered in blood and holding a rusty wrench covered with bits of bone and brain. 

There are two bodies laying at your feet; a little boy dressed in threadbare pajamas and an old woman, her hair covered in a headscarf printed with flowers. He cannot tell where the flowers end and the blood begins. 

You don’t notice him at first, eyes trained on the people on the ground. It’s a perfect opportunity for him to leave. He’s not exactly in the business of saving people. 

But ain’t you a pretty, little thing? Even covered in mud and sweat and tears, he can see that you’re lovely. Soft and lush, like sunlight and spring. 

So, he takes a step forward. It’s a split second decision, one he finds that he doesn’t regret as he clears his throat. You look up at him, eyes bright with fear. He can’t help but think that you look like an animal being hunted. 

You blink at him slowly. Sluggishly. The air is muggy and thick with the rotting scent of summer and the coppery tang of blood. 

“Stay away from me!” you shriek, voice high and shrill, arms already shaking with exhaustion. Whatever adrenaline that possessed you earlier seems to be making its way out of your system. 

“I’m safe.” 

You keep holding the wrench up to his face. He wonders if you’ll run up to him. Try and clobber him in the head with the thick piece of metal in your hands. He would like to see you try. 

“My name’s Joel,” he says, taking another step forward, keeping his palms up. “I can help you.” 

You let out a little hiccup and drop the wrench. It clatter to the ground, the sound of metal on concrete bites through the air. You sway on your feet before attempting to take a step forward. Your knees are weak and you begin to crumple to the ground.  He catches you -- arms wrapped securely around your waist -- before you can fall. 

“I got you,” he whispers. “I got you.” 

---

He takes you back to his place. Uses the meager amount of soap to clean the blood off your hair, uses the finite amount of hot water to scrub the layers of dirt off your body. Looks over the smooth expanse of skin that’s now on display -- scanning for bites and scratches -- and doesn’t find anything. 

For the first time in a long time, things may be looking up. 

He wipes you off with a thin, scratchy towel. Rubs ointment on the superficial cuts on your hands. Sits you down on his couch and pushes a bowl of soup in your hands -- thinned out broth with chunks of carrots and potato skins. Throws a blanket over your shoulder and smooths your hair back behind your ears. 

You don’t eat and he doesn’t expect you to. 

He thinks about giving you one of his pills, maybe you’ll be easier to handle, but he can’t afford to have you get all lethargic and stupid. 

The metal spoon he slipped into your hand clatters to the ground and you look at him almost guiltily. 

“I’m--shit--I’m sorry--” 

“Hey, it’s fine,” he interrupts as you blink up at him in confusion. He feels something bordering a smile split his face in half and he says your name softly. “I bet you’re tired, huh.” 

You nod, pulling the blanket tighter across your shoulders. “Yeah,” you mumble as he gets up, grabbing the bowl of soup out of your hands and setting it down on the ground. 

He runs his knuckles over the soft curve of your cheek and grips your elbow gently. “Let’s get you to bed then,” he says. 

You get up off the couch easily, almost falling into him. He helps you over to the bed and you sink into the thin mattress, letting out a soft sigh of relief. 

“Thank you, Joel,” you say, voice barely louder than whisper and he feels his heart swell with something akin to pride. Something that teeters on joy. 

---

It’s almost morning when he slides in next to you.  

You let out a whine and try to scoot your body away. He smooths his palm over your hip, digging his fingers into your skin. 

“Shh,” he says, pressing his face into your neck. You smell like his soap -- antiseptic and foamy -- with something distinctly sweeter underneath.  

You squirm for another minute before settling into him. He can hear your heart rattle in your chest. 

“Tell me about ‘em,” he rasps. 

Maybe they were strangers. Maybe they were more. It would serve him better to know exactly what it was. 

Your breath hitches. “I--I don’t--” 

He lets his lips skim over the shell of your ear. “You can tell me, honey. It’s ok.” 

Affection and empathy is coming back to him a lot easier than he thought.

“My brother and grandma,” you whisper, voice thick with tears. “They got bit, and I--I don’t know how.” 

What is he supposed to say to that? 

‘M sorry. It was bound to happen. That’s life. 

I’m happy you’re here. 

Well, maybe not that. 

You seem to deflate and you wrap your arms defensively across your chest. “I was supposed to keep them safe and I couldn’t even do that.” 

He smooths his palm over the soft skin of your stomach. “Don’t think about that,” he says. “Just go to sleep.” 

You don’t answer, breath uneven and scratchy, and that makes him uncomfortable. He’s desperate to appease you, make you happy. But there’s no enemy to fight. No one to smite down to get you on his good side. 

“Will you--can I--I don’t have anywhere else to go,” you admit quietly. “And I don’t--” 

“You can stay here as long as you need,” he firmly interrupts. 

You nod. “Thank you,” you whisper into the pillows underneath you. 

He has to bite back a smile. “Sure, sweetheart.” 

---

Summer bleeds into fall -- the air turning grey and soft with the smell of snow -- and still, you stay. 

Gaining your trust isn’t easy -- you’re a sullen, stubborn thing who likes to fight back -- but once he reminds you of your family, the one you couldn’t save, you become almost elastic in his hands. 

He knows that you cry -- your eyes are rimmed red more often than not when he comes home -- but you never let him see you snivel and sob. He knows that you dream -- most nights you wake up screaming and he has to cover your mouth with one of his big palms so you don’t wake up the entire complex -- but you never talk about what’s in them. 

He knows that you yearn -- staring out the dusty and cracked window, fingers curled over the rails as you blink almost dreamily at the grimey markets -- but what it is exactly that you want, he’ll never know.  

He tries asking -- about the tears, about the dreams, about what you want -- but you just bite your lip and look past him, almost like he isn’t there. 

But he knows that you can’t play this game forever. One day you’ll get tired. One day you’ll just give in. One day, you’ll understand that he’s just trying to keep you safe. 

---

Joel likes to bring you gifts. 

Just small things, really -- a thick, knit blanket that’s a gorgeous chocolate brown. Chipped mugs with cartoon characters painted on the front. DVDs that play old pop music (he sings along to Beyonce and Destiny’s Child when he thinks you aren’t looking). 

He expects thank you’s to be given freely and repeatedly and you comply. 

“Thank you,” you murmur when he drapes the blanket over your legs.

“Thank you,” you say, squeezing his hands when he hands you the mugs. 

“Thank you,” you whisper, leaning into the warm expanse of his body as he slips the DVD into the radio.  

One day he brings you shampoo and conditioner -- the good stuff, the stuff that you missed -- you kiss him on your own volition and you swear he stops breathing.

“What’s that for, pretty?” he rasps, pulling you onto his lap. 

You wrap your arms around him. “Just saying thanks.” 

He squints up at you. “Hmm.” 

“You do so much for me,” you say, dropping your head into the crook of his neck, trying to ignore the sharp and comforting scent of his shampoo. “I just want you to know that.” 

---

He insists on the two of you having dinner together most nights. It’s a pleasant way to end the day and he likes this uninterrupted time with you. 

He knows that you like it too even if you don’t admit it. 

But today you’re almost petty and short with your answers. He lets you stew in it -- you’ll end up regretting it anyhow -- and doesn’t say another word. 

“So,” you say, breaking the silence. “When do you think I can start going out again?” 

Bits of anger and fear swirl deep in his stomach as he watches you push what FEDRA tries to pass off as rice into small piles on your plate. 

“Excuse me?” 

You bring one shoulder up and avoid looking him in the eye. “I can’t keep living here without working. We need the cards, you know. Things are getting more expensive all the time.” 

You keep on talking, something about how you worked before and how you were good at it. How you made things and sold them for a high price on the black market (what do you know about shady deals that happen in alleyways in the middle of the night?) 

But he can’t focus on any of that. 

You said we. 

We need the cards, you know. 

“No,” he says. “I won’t have you going back out there. You’re safer here.” 

We need the cards.  

You frown. “But Joel, that’s not–” 

He slams a palm on the table. “No,” he repeats. 

We need. 

You blink at him, mouth open in shock. He never raises his voice at you. Never brings the bits of violence that have become a part of him into the space he now shares with you. It’s the rules he’s given himself. But he cannot fathom what his life would be like if he lost you. 

We. 

“Hey,” he says, softening his tone. “Just want to keep you safe, honey.” 

You nod, averting your eyes from him. “Ok.” 

---

He’s a man with needs. 

That’s what he tells himself when starts feeling too guilty. He doesn’t even touch you, not really. But you’re so soft and so warm and so willing that he can’t help himself. 

He’s a man with needs. That’s what he whispers in your ear when he pulls down your thin sleep shorts, before sliding his throbbing length onto the smooth skin of your ass. He’ll hear you whimper and feel your hips buck forward, no doubt looking for your own release. 

“Joel,” you whine.

“I know, honey. I know,” he says, voice thick with arousal. 

He softly bites on your shoulder as he comes, his warm spend dripping down onto your thighs. 

Sometimes, when he’s done, he’ll notice that you’re crying. He’ll wipe your tears with his knuckles and press a soft kiss of apology on the corner of your mouth -- never on it -- and lets his come dry on your skin. 

Neither of you talk about it. After all, what could you say? He keeps you safe doesn’t he? Keeps you fed, keeps you warm, keeps a roof over your head. What do you have to complain about? 

And, as he’ll tell you time and time again. He’s a man with needs, ain't he? 

--- 

He doesn’t know how things get lost in translation. He thought he was crystal clear -- leaving no room for argument. 

You don’t go out unless I’m with you. Got that, sweetheart?

Yeah, ok Joel. I won’t, don’t worry.

But now you’re here. In front of him in a crowded area where anyone -- anyone -- can hurt you. 

He also wonders how you got out, but that's a question for another time. 

With his sights set on you he practically runs over, pushing the idiots that don’t jump out of his way. 

His blood feels hot as he watches you unconsciously run your knuckles on the underside of your chin, the delicate spring sun making your hair glow, all shiny and smooth. You throw your head back and laugh, reminding him of sparkling water bursting on his tongue. 

Joel thinks he could kill something. 

Gravel crunches under his boots, alerting you of his arrival. Your smile drops as he grips your elbow -- so hard he knows you’ll be bruised by tonight -- but he can’t find it in himself to feel bad. 

Stupid little girl needs a reminder on how things have to be. 

He grits his teeth and lets the anger in him simmer. 

“Joel, wait--” you say, trying to pull your arm back. 

But he’s too strong, don’t you know that? 

“What the hell is wrong with you?” he snarls, pulling you into an empty alleyway. 

“Joel--” 

He shoves you up against the wall. Your breath leaves you in a short, sharp gasp. 

“I ask you for one thing,” he says, voice shaking with anger. “One goddamn thing, and you can’t even do that.” 

All you can do is stare at him -- eyes wet and wide -- and flashing with panic as his fingers dig into your arms. 

“I ain’t asking for much, sweetheart--” he interjects as much cruelty as he can into his words and watches you wither “--so what the hell do you not understand?” 

“Joel,” you gasp. “St-stop, you’re hurting me.” 

He does not let his grip loosen. “You think I’m hurting you? What the fuck d’you think will happen to you without me?” 

You’re crying now, pathetic little sobs that pierce the air like thorns. He curls his lips and almost snaps his teeth at you. 

He shakes you and watches your head snap back and forth like a marionette without its strings. 

“What do you think will happen?” he repeats. 

“I’ll ge-get hurt,” you stutter and he lets you go, watching you sag into the brick wall. 

He brings a palm up, smoothing it over his beard before bringing his head down to look you in the eye. 

“That’s right,” he says softly. “And I’m just trying to keep you safe. Can’t you see that?” 

You don’t answer him, wrapping your arms around yourself and blinking down at the sidewalk. 

He lets out a sigh. “Look at me, honey.” 

You sniff and tighten the grip you have on yourself. 

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” he says as snow begins to fall. 

The seconds fold into themselves -- uncomfortable and compact -- but he just waits it out. Waits for you to bring your eyes up to meet his. 

He cocks his head to the side as you lick your lips. 

“I’m sorry, Joel.” 

“Sorry for what?” 

You shrug, jerky and uncoordinated. “For making you worry.” 

He squints down at you. “That it?” 

“And for going against the rules.” 

“That’s right,” he says. “And the rules are there for a reason, aren't they?"

You nod almost enthusiastically. “Yes.” 

“And you gotta follow ‘em?” 

You wipe your face. “Yes.” 

He leans in and watches you take in a deep breath and hold it. 

“Ever gonna do something like this again?” 

“No,” you whisper. 

He cradles your face in his palm and wishes the two of you could merge. 

“Promise?” 

“Promise.” 

He swallows thickly, feeling himself go impossibly hard at your compliance. He takes his hand off your face and takes a step back. That’s when he notices that you’re shivering. 

“You’re shaking like a leaf,” he frowns. 

You give him a jerky nod. “Just wanna go home, Joel,” you say, dragging your heels back through the gravel. “Please.” 

“Alright then,” he grumbles, more to himself than to you, and holds his arms out. 

But you stay there, back up against the brick wall and arms wrapped tightly around yourself. 

He presses his lips together before saying your name. 

You shake your head, brushing the snow out of your eyes. 

“Home,” you say. “I just want to go home.” 

---

He keeps the nauseatingly orange pill bottles on the kitchen counter. 

“Valium?” you ask one day, thinking of a worn blue dress and mint tea. 

“What?” 

You cross your arms over your chest. “It looks like Valium.” 

“And how the hell do you know that?” 

Quietly, and to his back, you say, “My mom used to take it.” 

He turns around with a frown and you flush. Jesus, not like that. 

“She was sick,” you rush to explain. “Cancer or something, they never really told us.” 

He’s still frowning. “So they gave her this?” 

You don’t know what he’s more shocked about; the fact that you’re sharing personal details about your life unprompted or that FEDRA actually gave a damn. 

You nod. “This was, like, way in the beginning but she--” 

My love, help me put on this dress. Your brother is out with his friend, yes? Good. And your grandmother is getting some sun? It will do her well, you know. Going out. 

“--you know, it became too much for her. The pain and all.” 

“Right,” he says in that annoyingly flat voice of his.  

Will you make me some tea then? And not too much sugar, please. 

You shake your head and let out a shaky breath, unable to look him in the eyes. 

“You watched her do it?” he finally asks once the silence becomes too much. 

Crush them, my love. Put them in the tea and give me a kiss goodbye. 

You shrug, ignoring the way your ribs seem to shake with how hard your heart is pounding. 

“I mean–” he takes a step closer and you take a step back. It was like watching her sleep, but you don’t want to tell him that. “-- I helped her.” 

“Jesus,” he mutters, dragging his palm over his face. 

You wonder if he’s worried that you’ll try and do the same thing -- like mother, like daughter, you suppose -- but you cannot have him be any more paranoid or controlling than he already is. 

So you throw him off balance -- or try too anyways -- pulling the rug from underneath his feet in the clumsiest way possible. 

“I was gonna ask if we could shower today?” 

FEDRA has everyone on a strict schedule -- lack of water and all. But Joel is the big, bad man everyone listens to.   

He narrows his eyes. “Really?”   

“Mmhm,” you say with a nod. “I’m really, really dirty, Joel.” 

He smiles -- you’re nothing more than a harmless little girl to him -- and he takes a step forward. 

“Sure honey,” he murmurs, pushing your hair out of your face. “Whatever you want.” 

You try to smile but you feel it wobble. He presses his calloused fingers onto your cheeks. 

“Whatever you want,” he repeats and you close your eyes and nod. 

All the man does is lie. 

---

One night -- when the sky is soft and blue with the promise of dawn and he’s got his hands all over you -- you finally let out a sound, a whimper as you rut your cunt against the scratchy bed sheets. 

And, for once, he pushes his own needs away and flips you on your back. 

Your cheeks are flushed with arousal and your forehead is damp with sweat. Your eyes flash with something that can only be described as fear. 

“Wanna touch yourself, honey?” he asks, threads of desperation taking root in his words. 

You whimper as he presses his palms on the inside of your thighs. He thinks if he takes a bite out of you, you’ll melt in his mouth like something sweet -- sugar, spice and everything nice. 

“That what you want?” 

You swallow and nod. It’s quick -- blink and you’ll miss it -- but of course he doesn’t. How could he?

Your shorts are rucked around your knees and your cunt is already glistening and swollen. 

He trails a hand down your smooth skin to slide his middle and ring finger through your folds. He brings his fingers back, pressing his fingers to his thumb before slowly pulling them apart; showing you the glistening slick that now coats them. 

“All that for me?” he asks softly. 

“Oh,” you breathe, cheeks darkening with embarrassment. “I’m not--I don’t--” you say, trying to bring your knees together, eyes already sparkling with tears. 

Joel wants to see them fall. He wants to poke and prod you until you’re sobbing. Taunt you until you’re stuttering from embarrassment. But he knows he should take it slow. You’re too delicate for the games he wants to play. 

“Ah, ah,” he scolds. “C’mon now, sweetheart. You don’t want to make yourself feel good?” 

“Joel,” you say, mouth curving around the soft syllables of his name. 

He grabs one of your hands that are gripping at the bedsheets, and brings it down to your cunt. He presses your pointer finger onto your clit and watches your hips buck up into the air. 

“Yeah, that’s it,” he murmurs as he takes his own hand away. 

You touch your cunt softly, and he clicks his teeth. When you finally slip a finger in, the look of pure bliss on your face is enough to make him believe in heaven. 

“Jesus,” he rasps. “You’s as pretty as a picture.” 

You moan, arching your hips up, and he hears your breath hitch. Knows that if he lays his palm flat on your breastbone he’ll feel your heart beat a million miles a minute. 

“That’s it, that right there,” he says. 

“Joel,” you sob. 

“Yeah? Gonna cum?” 

“Yes,” you gasp, rubbing your thumb hard on your clit. “Yes.” 

And you do; your pretty little cunt clenching tight around your finger and he groans out your name. 

Your blink at him slowly as you come down from your high. He sees you open your mouth to say something before biting your lip. 

He tilts his head to the side. “Yeah?” he rasps. 

Your request is softer than wind rustling through leaves and it gives him pause. 

“Can you kiss me?” 

He looks down at you and your breath quickens at his lack of an answer. 

“Nevermind,” you whisper. “‘m sorry I asked--” 

“Why?” 

Your brows furrow in confusion. “Why what?” 

“Why do you want me to kiss you?” 

You shrug and avert your gaze. “Nevermind,” you repeat, quietly. 

“Stop that,” he scolds. “Now why would you think I wouldn’t want to kiss you?” 

“I don’t know,” you bite back. “Maybe--” your voice breaks in a childishly insecure way “--maybe you don’t find me pretty.” 

He can’t help the laugh that escapes him. “I find you gorgeous, honey.” 

Your mouth opens in confusion. “Oh,” you say, blinking quickly. 

He smiles -- something soft and slow like the smooth drip of honey -- and lightly flicks your nose with his thumb. “My most gorgeous girl,” he murmurs. 

Your eyes -- hazy with pleasure -- light up with his compliment and he dips his head. “Want a kiss?” he asks. 

You nod, bringing your hands up, fingers skimming his bearded cheek. “Yes, please,” you whisper. 

“What are you gonna do for it?” 

You shrug, moving your face to the side so that your nose bumps into his. “Anything,” you breathe. “Anything you want.” 

He grins -- you really are sugar, spice and everything nice -- and presses his lips against yours. It’s a chaste kiss -- tasting of toothpaste and sleep -- but he finds it satisfying, soothing the aches that never seem to go away. 

“Joel,” you sigh into his mouth. 

And he takes it as an admission that you care.

---

He doesn’t think of Texas often -- Boston is too snowy and grey for that -- but sometimes in the summer he thinks about his old life, remembering how the sun turned everything golden and wet. How the air was thick with the smell of roses and bluebells. 

Today reminds him of that. The air is heavy. Stagnant and muddy -- in a way that makes his stomach flip -- and perfumed with the promise of something dreadful.

But….it can’t be. 

He watched you eat canned peaches for breakfast this morning; licking the sticky sweet syrup off your finger. You even smiled at him, letting him kiss your cheek before he left. 

Things have to be ok. He doesn’t know how he’ll survive if they aren’t. 

---

It happened quick, so quick, and you think there’s something almost awful about that. 

You expected fire and brimstone. Maybe something more heroic and sacrificial -- like a bloody wrench and a twisting mass of clickers -- not dying all alone and scared. 

The pain is now a dull throb and all you can really focus on is the laundry basket that’s tipped over; socks and jeans slumped on top of each other and gathering up all the dust that never seems to go away. 

You pull in a deep breath and feel your heart rattle in your chest. 

What a waste of soap. What a waste of your time. 

---

When he opens the door the first thing he sees is the curtains fluttering in the soft summer breeze. Then he sees you -- on the ground -- with shattered glass surrounding you like sprinkles in a birthday cake, and he wonders why the hell you won’t get up.

Then. 

He takes in the wood and how it’s slick with your blood -- dark brown and rusty -- and hears your raspy breathing. 

He drops his gun and it clatters to the floor. He lurches forward, arms outstretched, ignoring the door that stays wide open behind him.

---

The sounds of bullets being fired was nothing out of the ordinary. In fact it was disconcerting if you didn’t hear it. 

But this time it was different. A soldier was yelling -- get the fuck back! right now! -- then there was screaming and crying. 

Then. 

Someone was sobbing -- not my baby! please, not my baby! -- and you stopped what you were doing. All you could think about was that wrench and the butterfly on the wall and that worn blue dress and cracked linoleum countertops and blood in your mouth. 

Then. 

The glass shattered, flying every which way, and you dropped the basket of laundry with a resounding, final thud. 

---

He crouches down on the ground and pulls your shirt up with shaking hands. 

The thin material sticks to your skin and you try to push him off of you. “Joel--” 

He swats your hand away. “I got you.” 

You’re shaking your head now. Sobbing. “No, I don’t--let me--please--” 

“I got you,” he repeats, trying to ignore what you’re asking. 

He has to bite his tongue to stop himself from screaming. The wound itself isn’t bad -- the bullet just grazed you, really -- but you’ve lost too much blood for him to do anything. 

But he can’t--

It’s not like--

How can he--

---

He’s cradling you now; a hand wrapped around the nape of your neck and the other curled around your waist as he pulls you into his lap. 

You let your eyes flutter shut and you breathe in the smoky scent of his skin. 

“Joel,” you slur, rubbing your nose over his sternum. 

His fingers dig into your skin but he does not say a word. 

---

The night is cold and the curtains continue fluttering in the breeze. Shards of glass dig into his skin but his grip on you stays strong. 

Your breathing has gone soft and scratchy and he knows it's almost the end. 

Someone laughs outside and the sound is carried in by the wind. 

You let out a long, low moan, gripping at his shirt and he presses a kiss to the crown of your head. 

“I got you,” he says. 

He’ll carry you to the afterlife in every lifetime, he vows to himself as you leave his world how you entered -- covered in blood and wisps of despair. 

He closes his eyes and stays with until the sun rises once more. 

His destiny is doom and demise. 

It’s about time he accepted that.

[neqeyam]

Kaeya Head Canons!

hey besties, me again! Kaeya brainrot hit hard today LOL, anyways some of these may be ooc bc I don’t main Kaeya anymore so i’ve forgotten a lot about his character plus I don’t read the lore (where tf do yall find it even). 

Also if some of my head canons for any charcter seem personal or have nothing to do with their character it’s me projecting LOL! 

anyways, onto the hcs!

(ps, thank you so much for the love on my last hc post! i really didn’t expect anyone to see it LOL)

He’s a menace. but everyone loves him

Kaeya skips, when he isn’t in a professional setting my guy is skipping. It’s so much faster than walking and more fun than walking. 

This^ is especially true when he’s out with his s/o. holding your hand, he’ll skip and force you to either jog or skip along with him to keep up. 

Again I say; he’s dating Albedo. Kaeya saw Albedo from across the bar and without missing a beat he got up, waltzed over and started flirting with him. Albedo had no idea what was happening, he then asked sucrose to accompany him the next time he went and it was sucrose who broke the news to Albedo that he was being flirted with. Kaeya laughed for 5 minutes and refuses to let Albedo forget it. 

(oh my god tell me why as soon as I go to write these they all leave my mf brain im sorry if these are terrible) 

Kaeya taught bennett how to sword fight, and still does on the rare occasion he has a free hour. 

^most people of Mondstadt think bennett went to Kaeya for help but that’s not true. Someone sent in a letter to AGM Jean (the hand writing looked suspiciously like Diluc’s but he refuses to admit it was him) saying that bennett was looking into learning the art of the sword. The next day Kaeya dispatched himself to look for bennett and for the next two months (technically it’s been like two years but bennett is a fast learner) Kaeya was a dad. 

Kaeya absolutely despises working out but he does it anyways because he wants to be able to pick up kids. 

Kaeya is AMAZING with kids, he makes jokes about hating them but when he sees one he melts. He has to work with them a lot because he is often dispatched for travel mishaps (hilichurls attacking carriages, that sort of thing) and often times the parents are injured so he has to comfort any kids that may be on scene. 

Kaeya is buff, absolutely jacked. you can’t see it because he dresses modestly (sorta) to down play his physical strength but my guy can deadlift like 350 LBS (idk if that’s a lot tbh I don’t workout anymore LMAO)

Kaeya is as smart as he is muscular. He’s among the smartest knights, probably top three (it goes kaeya, jean, lisa). HOWEVER, he ranks first in battle intelligence. my guy can analyse four opponents at the same time, find all their weak spots and exploit them in matter of seconds. 

Kaeya is also a master of manipulation. i can see it in his eyes, this man knows the mind of all his enemies, old and new. 

(wait now i’m imagining Kaeya riding a horse that’s full sprint HELP. I’m turning myself into a Kaeya simp....)  

Kaeya’s horse is all black except for a white patch that looks suspiciously like the star from Khaenri’ah (it’s on its lower neck). his horse is also by far the fastest in the entire company and was once part of a herd of horses that roamed Mondstadt’s country side. (Diluc helped him tame it but shhh nobody is supposed to know)

^Kaeya was extremely pissed of when Varka took his cavalry, still is in fact. I mean, he’s the cavalry captain damn it, find your own horses. Especially because there were enough horses so Kaeya’s could stay behind in case he needed it for something, but NOOOO Varka refused anything but teh best- which happened to be Kaeya’s horse.

Kayea’s named his horse Außenseiter, and that is absolutely a reflection of his feelings. 

Kaeya is fucking fantastic at masking what he’s feeling, you’ll never know what he’s actually feeling. If a situation starts to go downhill, you won’t know it until it’s practically too late because Kaeya is just. that. good. 

he’s also fucking fantastic at playing the long game. nobody knows but he’s the knights of favoniouses official interrogator and he is a menace. he always gets what he wants out of people, whether it takes two hours and two months, he gets it, and reports directly to AGM Jean his findings. 

Kaeya and Eula share ‘war stories’ (how they go their visions mostly, but other things like the way people treat Eula, and how they chalk Kaeya up to being ‘just a flirt’) 

he has a fan club. they aren’t as loud as the Diluc fan club but he knows they’re there. sometimes he’ll pop in on meetings and everyone just. fucking freezes bc their lord and savior- THE Kaeya is standing in their presence. he loves them. 

He openly talks about liking anyone he wants to so that the youth of mondstadt can talk about as well. and the LGBTQ+ of mondstadt know that if they’re having a problem with someone they have his permission of threaten said person with his name. 

^and archons hope he isn’t in the vicinity when it reaches that point. all rational goes out the window and then he’s all threats and no jokes. with a threatening smile that screams “test me, see what happens” 

^then he treats whoever was being disrespected to a meal, on him.

and that’s all for now! thanks again for the love on my first head canon post! i really need to learn how to use tumblr so i can make a masterlist of these LOL. there will definitely be more coming soon!

[lovingnekoma]

literally just some of my fav haikyuu/bnha/jjk blogs & why

i’m sad and anxious and my coping mechanisms are being honest about my feelings and nice to people but these are truly some of my fav blogs atm, very tried & true. these are not all my fav blogs ofc, i have so so so many! just some i’d like to give a shoutout to today, and i will continue this series to continue to praise more blogs too hehe <3

also, a lot of these reasons may be “vibes” and that’s bc vibes/energy is important as hell for me to feel comfy and safe on a blog lmao

@sugardaddykenma: you already know lin was gonna be on here. my queen of shitposts, i bow at her feet. she’s funny. she roasts people. the serotonin and memes are on her blog are quality content, unmatched by society. also, seeing snippets of political theory piques my interest as a social justice/global issues/anthropology hoe and it’s really cool?? lmao kinda unrelated, but genuinely is making me think about getting into policy. her shitposts live in my head rentfree and i soulmate-ship her and aone.

@atsumuse: come on. lay’s writing is immaculate, spicy, pussy-clenching...... the power she has in making my flip switch from sad af to horny af. literally, the vibes are so on point and chill and funny. i am always so shy to interact but lay never disappoints. idk. the energy? the vibes? kinda hot, a good time, idk i love it on her blog. also the gojou thirst? her theme? pop off, you legend

@lovingseijoh: LISTEN. clare’s blog is the definition of immaculacy. full of gems. the posts? the theme? clare? unparalleled deity shit right there, baby. i go on it for quality content, then end up liking so many posts that i have to go through my “likes” to rapidly reblog stuff in order to like more posts. her original content is so so fucking good and she’s genuinely so nice & warm to her anons. gives me big sis vibes <3

@inkykeiji: quite literally the only mostly-bnha-dedicated blog i ever go onto, tbh. clari also gives me sweet older sis vibes, is always the nicest to her anons, and truly just puts in so much time & effort into answering every ask and writing very well-written stories. i have not watched bnha but i definitely binge-read some of her series and got soft daddy shig thoughts stuck in my head on repeat from her 10/10 writing.

@heyhinata: cal’s fanart reblogs do not miss but neither do her captions or original posts. she’s truly so sweet and cool (imagine building a pc?? monarch shit right there) and so so so easy to talk to and warm and welcoming towards her anons. i cannot sing enough praises about how much her theme slaps (& her carrd!! did not get a chance to hop on and tell you how cool it looks yet but it looks great omg) and how great the energy is on there.

@iwaasfairy: i keep sending my partner your writing as ref for what i read for porn and he greatly appreciates it. i just love your energy in your asks, you remember so many diff anons & are so thoughtful, and i also love how fucking hard your writing goes. also just appreciate the sharing bits of vulnerability or openness about your mental state with us anons, and i kin your “awake 24/7” habits hard. the vibes r strong and you just seem like a beautiful person who cares about loving characters and is always so easy to talk to

@stonersugawara: hit or miss, they really never miss huh?? i read their shitposts religiously but the minute it hit timeskip hinata i was a goner. quality content of the highest regard. my lungs are fulled with endorphins and laughter. this is slightly delirious because i slept nothing last night but just know i love you, your vibes, and clicked “follow” while reading your navi post alone. that’s on being too powerful

@samuslut: my brain is in shambles from having to form coherent sentences but your energy is so great and fun to me, and your thirst posts and drabbles and work have me literally salivating. i am on my knees for your kita fic, and you have turned me into more of an osamu whore than i already was. also — “wing”?? that’s so cool, you’re so cool. you give me cool person vibes and have beautiful, sexy, amazing writing that i thank you for sharing & blessing me with

@atsumusc0ck: zinkie, your social issues post are so important, your vibes are immaculate, and the cursed memes are unparalleled. i could truly not describe the amount of caring personality and glorious energy in your blog alone. i would need to be typing this at 3am using every cursed tumblr reference and meme while channeling kunimi/suna style vibes and being in beautiful love. you are the embodiment of so many good things and i hope you’re happy always.

[palmett-hoes]

per your post "every single one of the monsters is autistic and/or adhd" will you elaborate on that?, if you do i will love you forever (not that i wont if you dont do it)

oh boy i would love to!!! unironically nothing brings me more joy than writing long, convoluted character analysis posts

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okay so i’ve written several posts before about why andrew is autistic. his moral code, the roundabout way he communicates, his body language, his stimulation-seeking behavior, his strict adherence to transactional deals, the emphasis on honesty, and a dozen other details. at this point i just take andrew being autistic as fact, not just an interpretation

h o w e v e r  i also hc that andrew is dyslexic, which is also a neurodiverse condition

- - -

similarly, i’ve seen more than one person interpret kevin as autistic, and i absolutely agree that it fits. not just the hyperfocus on exy but mostly the way he communicates. he’s very indirect, especially in his affection but very direct with his opinions. he tries to be helpful in a material way to the people he cares about, even if he comes off as negative. he wants the people he cares about to be safe and successful so he pushes them to work hard and reminds them in measurable ways how to stay healthy. he doesn’t factor in a lot of room for emotions, so instead he focuses on quantifiable things that he can improve. i personally act very similarly. approaching someone emotionally is hard for me, so when the people i care about have problems all i can think to do is try offering solutions, check up on their well-being, etc. practicality instead of conventional sentiment is extremely common with asd

- - -

so now let’s talk about neil. i had to think on this one for a WHILE but ultimately came to the conclusion that neil is adhd, probably hyperactive type. 

like obviously neil is high energy. i would say he probably does the most exercise of anyone on the team. morning run, morning practice, afternoon practice, night practice with kevin and andrew, plus he doesn’t have a car so he runs to class (on a BIG ass campus), and goes for an extra run when he feels stressed. that’s... insane, honestly.

neil reminds me SO MUCH of this post that goes:

“Was just informed by my mom that I do in fact have ADHD and the reason I thought I didn’t was because ever since I was seven whenever I got super energetic my mom would have me go chop wood so now when I’m feeling The ADHD I go chop wood”

(phenomenal post) and that’s neil to a t. tell me this isn’t exactly how neil handles his problems and also exactly what mary would have had to do to keep her unmedicated and very energetic son focused on the task of staying alive

neil also definitely has that ADHD on/off switch with his interest. the obvious being exy which is like the definition of a hyperfixation, but you can see it in other things: the way he runs totally hot or totally cold with people, his complete disinterest in his schoolwork, the way he can’t seem to sit still long enough to follow movies. but then there’s also the hyperfocus. doing the same drill for hours on end. watching exy game after exy game. staring at andrew until time falls away

what’s more, neil on many occasions shows racing thoughts, both in an anxiety way (and anxiety often goes hand-and-hand with adhd) but also as a way to quickly and accurately take in details about people to build a character profile of them. this is what allows him to connect with the foxes, how he manages to get through andrew’s puzzles, and even how he knows what to say in order to knock riko down a peg. his brain just works so fast and it takes in a lot of very specific details and disparate information to make connections.

but also like,, neil has a HUGE problem with time blindness. like the instant he didn’t have his mother around to manage and direct him anymore he lost all sense of time. he stayed in Millport for a YEAR. and what did he keep telling himself during that time? basically “i really need to move on, but not just yet.” for a YEAR! then he gets to palmetto and he’s like “i’ll cut and run in a month or two” then he doesn’t “i’ll be gone by halloween” wrong again “i’ll leave by the raven’s game” nope. like,, the boy just has NO sense of time and he can’t seem to make himself DO anything outside of an externally enforced schedule. and even then,,, HE HAD 48 FUCKING DAYS TO FIGURE OUT SOMETHING TO DO TO NOT GET MURDERED! 48 WHOLE DAYS. he didn’t make a plan, he didn’t write down any letters with goodbyes, he didn’t GO TO THE FBI LIKE HE’D INTENDED TO THE WHOLE TIME! nah he just made out with andrew and when he finally got to zero he was just like “ah shit, that was fast. oh well guess i’ll die” and that’s time blindness, babey!

---

let’s move on to nicky. 

now i think it would be really easy to say nicky is just adhd because he’s high energy and forgetful but tbh,, i don’t think that’s all of it. like if you really look at nicky’s character and especially at his problems, he has asd problems just as much as he has adhd problems.

so nicky is dual diagnosis asd and adhd. also nicky reminds me a lot of a girl i used to know who was autistic/adhd

so, adhd:

very generally speaking, ppl with adhd will struggle with sitting still, listening to and following instructions, planning/organization, following a schedule, and some social boundaries like “appropriate” times and topics of conversation

i would say you see hints of this with nicky. he’s definitely a rambunctious personality, constantly on the move, constantly stimulation seeking. he’s very tactile. he likes to dance, he likes to party, he complains about it but he’s an elite-level athlete. he’s also decidedly very chatty, and doesn’t seem to really pay attention to what he’s saying. he distracts himself and the people around him have to keep him on track. he has some trouble with boundaries. he’s a little all over the place. he’s almost a bit of an adhd stereotype

also one thing i find interesting is that when neil sees him in the library doing work neil is surprised to see he’s capable of that, especially bc when we see the upperclassmen doing work they generally do it in their dorms or on the bus and/or with other people around. that hyper-social nicky would be alone in a quiet place is weird. but this is like the most common tip for dealing with adhd. don’t do it in a familiar space. have a designated space and time to do work. limit distractions. just a lil detail

so now, asd:

in all honesty, most of nicky’s actual problems in the narrative could be viewed as stemming from asd symptoms. his number one issue being that he has a lot of trouble with nonverbal cues (and tbh, verbal ones too). the twins are mostly quiet. andrew especially (when he’s sober) communicates primarily nonverbally, and nicky seems to have a lot of trouble with this. despite knowing them for the longest on the team, nicky honestly seems to have the least insight into the way either of the twins actually thinks or processes things. he loves them, and he’s very forgiving of them, but he fundamentally doesn’t understand them. 

the twins, andrew especially, put up a LOT of nonverbal boundaries, and nicky sort of inadvertently keeps trampling all over them. he’s touchy in a way they don’t like. he talks a lot about their personal lives to other people. he treats them like they’re joking when they’re serious. etc. and like,,, you kind of get the sense that the upperclassmen feel similarly about him. beyond the homophobia, beyond the fact that he’s loyal to andrew, the upperclassmen still treat him with this sense of,, bafflement, i suppose? it’s clear that they don’t really understand him and he doesn’t really understand them. although, nicky IS curious about the upperclassmen, while the upperclassmen are pretty dismissive of him. it reminds me of when my sweet, floppy dog tries to play with my cat. their body language is different; they’re each receiving different signals than they believe they’re sending out

only,, nicky loves people!! he likes being around them, he likes talking to them. he’s interested in their lives and stories, but it’s very clear that he can’t read between the lines on people. he has an incredibly hard time with people who expect their actions to speak for them, which is most people, but is especially his cousins.

actually this is very much also an issue that i have: things need to be spelled out for me. the way i deal with it is i ask a lot of questions. ‘how do you want me to react to this potential situation?’ ‘what are specific things that make you most comfortable?’ ‘please explain to me exactly how you feel and what has prompted those feelings?’ and i’m always communicating vice versa like that with other people. a lot of specifics in both questions and answers

and the interesting thing is, when i was skimming through the books reviewing dialogue styles for another ask, i noticed that, actually, nicky DOES do this. with neil and the upperclassmen, nicky asks a LOT of quick, clarifying questions. things that ask after tone, that ask after intent. it’s kinda sad that he does this for communicating with acquaintances, but with the twins, the people he’s closest to, he makes a lot more assumptions. and i’m really proud of nicky for having this coping skill, because i can’t imagine it’s something he grew up doing. there’s no way he was raised in an environment that fostered this kind of open communication so it must have been something he learned about much later, probably in germany with the kloses, which would also explain why he’s a lil imperfect about it

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now last but not least, aaron

this is another one i had to think through for a long time before it felt like it fit

much like how i felt that it would be easy to read nicky as simply adhd rather than also asd, i think it would be easy to say aaron is autistic simply because he is quieter, less rambunctious. however, i actually think he’s adhd, likely primarily inattentive type

in all honesty, aaron’s #1 character trait for the first two books is basically that he’s disconnected. detached. separated both from his family and his team. not in the same forcefully apathetic way that andrew is, more,, spaced out. he’s just kind,, there. not really paying attention to what’s going on, tuning in every once in a while only if something really catches his eye/ear then tuning right back out again. just sits in his corner and plays on his phone. and the thing is, from the moments when he does tune in, you can tell that he actually does care. he backs nicky when seth insults him in tfc, and we know he cares deeply about andrew even if he’s become disillusioned with their fraught relationship. he even hangs with his family, doesn’t seem to really try and slip away to other friends besides katelyn, he’s fine spending his leisure time with the monsters. so it’s not totally apathy, he’s just,,, tuned out most of the time

and, yea, that sounds like adhd. it’s not the type that most people are familiar with, and for a lot of people this causes it to slip under the radar. it can make it hard to get help or a dx because it doesn’t fit with how adhd “should” look or how someone “should” act, but difficulty focusing your thoughts and staying in tune with the current moment is absolutely part of adhd

addiction is also a huge problem for people with adhd. a lot of stimulants affect people with adhd very differently than neurotypicals, especially in small doses, and an adhd kid who’s struggled their whole lives with the disorder might try speed or god-forbid meth or fuck even coffee and suddenly find that things are a lot easier for them. they start to self-medicate, they don’t actually know what they’re doing, and then they’re addicted, and everything spirals out of control. we don’t know too many details about aaron’s addiction other than that his mother enabled him, but wouldn’t this fit? it’s also an explanation for aaron still taking drugs at eden’s, given that cracker dust seems to be a mild amphetamine. (aaron talk to betsy about the neurocog and get an actual prescription please)

(total throw away but aaron plays videogames and videogames are like,, adhd culture)

[tanoraqui]

tanoraqui

Still thinking about an au in which for some reason WWX and the Wens are left to just live peacefully on the creepy death mountain - some detente wherein they don’t leave the mountain ever and in exchange no one tries to visit ever. Borders patrolled by corpses and sect disciples. So A-Yuan grows up raised kind of collectively but mostly by WWX and Wen Qing (the one most likely to tell WWX that he’s doing it wrong), and learns healing-focused spiritual cultivation AND demonic cultivation, and then at some point starts sneaking out to be the terrifying force of righteous kindness he was always going to be

tanoraqui

Righteous kindness but also, like, having picked up WWX’s cavalier confidence (or at least some of the ability to fake it) and Wen Qing’s general attitude of Do No Harm But Take No Shit

Like IMAGINE

tanoraqui

In this au, despite the strict border-by-mutual-agreement that’s the only reason somehow no ones tried to attack, LWJ sneaks in like one a year so he and WWX can make eyes at one another but not actually say anything ever, and Wen Qing and LXC are both EXHAUSTED bc both their dumb little brothers (WWX is a sibling by adoption now don’t @ me) mope for like a week after EVERY SINGLE TIME THIS HAPPENS, and it’s been /over ten years/.

tanoraqui

Meanwhile Jiang YanLi and JZX are FINE, and JYL somehow keeps up some sort of correspondence with WWX - or at least, he’s faithfully managed to send a birthday present for Jin Ling every single year, and every time, JYL makes her son write a thank-you note and bribes some series of people to get it smuggled back to Yiling

tanoraqui

...which means, honestly, that Jin Ling is probably wildly curious about his uncle the evil demonic cultivator kept trapped within the terrible ghost mountain by the forces of Good and Right, and WILL sneak out one day to try to visit. Optimally, obviously, at the same time Wen Yuan is sneaking out to see the non-mountain world

tanoraqui

The optimal plot is that Wen Yuan ropes Jin Ling into helping him set up WWX and LWJ, because he, too, is exasperated at this point, and Jin Ling ropes Wen Yuan into arranging like a parent trap reunion for the Jiang siblings, and obviously there are monsters and undead to complicate it all

tanoraqui

They kind of acquire Lan Jingyi somewhere, somehow. He’s having a blast

There is a 100% chance that the first Adult(TM) to find them is Wen Ning and they just kind of rope him into whatever the hell is going on at the time

...you know what, I think this is just a good au where JGY fucking died at some point

tanoraqui

Maybe someone threw him down the stairs again and he just broke his fucking neck. WWX is still vilified but between Jiang Cheng not really wanting to attack and Jiang (Jin?) Yanli being AGGRESSIVELY against it, and dragging JZX along with her, they’re left in peace.

tanoraqui

Oh man and Jin Ling has YOUNGER SIBLINGS in this...

Hey for u: Jiang Cheng/Wen Qing can accidentally happen while the Teens are trying to get everyone else to meet

Today at 8:42 AM

@professorsparklepants

I love this it's so goddamn wacky

tanoraqui

I just want teenager-based shenanigans ft. surprisingly competent teenagers and all the adults running around like chickens with their heads chopped off

professorsparklepants

Jingyi: why are you two more calm about this than the literal adults

Wen Yuan: have you met my dad?

tanoraqui

Also to be clear it is not at all hard to convince Wen Ning to join Team: Teenage Shenanigans, bc literally ANYONE in the Burial Mountain village would probably be down if you were like, “we’re engaged in a conspiracy to make Wei Wuxian fucking admit that he’s in love with that Lan guy who visits a couple times a year”

professorsparklepants

"This is my father, and this is his sugar daddy."

tanoraqui

I kinda wanna say he goes by “Wen Yuan” more often bc he’s 100% the baby of the entire remaining Wen clan there, but his adult name or w/e it’s called IS Wen Sizhui, because WWX asked LWJ if he had any suggestions and LWJ said this while maintaining eye contact

professorsparklepants

OH MY GOOOOOOD

tanoraqui

They meet LXC and he figures out what’s going on in like 4 minutes, despite the teens’ best attempts at obfuscation, and instead of calling anyone’s parents is like, “okay, I’m in”

professorsparklepants

#1 wingman...

tanoraqui

Jin Ling and Wen Yuan are definitely both traveling under false names, too? Wen Yuan obviously can’t admit to being a Wen and Jin Ling is making a privileged but slightly helicoptered teen’s rebellious bid for freedom

professorsparklepants

His dad is panicking at home and Yanli is like "boys need their freedom :)"

I saw a post forever ago about how Yanli would be the most hands off parent & Zixuan is an only child who would panic every time his kid fell down

tanoraqui

With a side order of “my mother is the only one who’ll say nice things about the Yiling Patriarch and she always looks sad when she does so I’m going to sneak into the Burial Mountain and either drag him out to see her or force my parents to come get me”

professorsparklepants

"I'm gonna beat up the Yiling Patriarch" "why" "he made my mom sad" "okay proceed"

tanoraqui

^ actual real conversation with WenYuan

professorsparklepants

A-Yuan then repeats the same thing to Wen Qing and she has the exact same answer, verbatim

tanoraqui

Side note: Wen Yuan has never been scared of the undead in his entire life, and probably this will lead to getting into severely life-threatening situations when he doesn’t have more backup than 2 other teenagers

professorsparklepants

Oh absolutely

professorsparklepants

He's so used to tuning out the sound of sentry corpses that one jumps on him and almost punches his lungs out

tanoraqui

Also what if he took WWX’s sword, so he looks like a proper normal cultivator - honestly, what if WWX gave him the sword when he turned 12, or whenever one customarily gives a child a sword in this world. He also has a flute stashed in his robe somewhere but he does know how to use both

tanoraqui

But also, while obviously it’s very important that this is the sword he inherited from his father, it’s never OCCURRED to him to, like, strongly associate it with WWX, in terms of “this would be a recognizable weapon”? Chenqing the flute, obviously, but WWX just left the sword on a shelf all the time

professorsparklepants

He's very good at fooling people into thinking he's a normal rogue cultivator until he busts out the flute

LOL YES

tanoraqui

So the first time someone looks at him and is like, “That is WWX’s sword” he achieves, like, “Who’s Morales? [NOT THAT DUMB]” levels of blank-brained

professorsparklepants

It like, doesn't even occur to him that this stick named whatever will be recognizable to people until it actually happens

"this is the Yiling Patriarch's sword!" "... I've never heard of him"

tanoraqui

“What sword?”

professorsparklepants

KDJAKSNJS

tanoraqui

“Oh, THIS sword? I...found it. In a stream.”

tanoraqui

Also...at some point...once the teens have admitted their identities to one another...and possibly gotten into a couple other increasingly public shenanigans...they run into a bunch of concerned people searching from the Jin or even Jiang sect - JC being there would be PERFECT - and Jin Ling is like, “aaahh, no, I don’t want to be dragged home... kidnap me.”

WY: what?

JL: pull out the flute, summon a couple corpses, shout that you’re the dread son of the Yiling Patriarch, and pretend to kidnap me

WY: ...yeah okay

AND THEN THEY DO THAT

professorsparklepants

The dumbass energy...... off the CHARTS

tanoraqui

They’re 15 and neither of them has ever faced consequences but in...actually not too different ways

They’re 15 and neither of them as ever faced consequences nor most of the real world

Oh my god is Lan Jingyi the most sensible person here

They’re going to DIE

professorsparklepants

JXHAKAJAKKQHSJA

JC and Yanli immediately see through this probably

"dumbass kid just doesn't want to go home. I'll break his legs."

tanoraqui

I think Yanli does but I have minimal faith in JC’s ability to think logically at any time

He’s still angry at WWX for leaving

professorsparklepants

Stomps to Yiling to demand his nephew back & wwx's like "lol, A-Yuan left two months ago"

Okay my shift is starting later

tanoraqui

/snort

Though, bold of you to assume that WWX isn’t also running around anxiously somewhere like “oh god, oh no, my son is missing; I must find him”

professorsparklepants

Sizhui is a responsible boy, I don't think he would leave without telling at least ONE person where he was going

tanoraqui

Ok but it was Wen Qing who thinks it’s good for WWX’s health to stop brooding and go run around like a headless chicken instead, optimally if he runs into his totally-not-a-boyfriend-Hahahaha-why-would-you-say-that

Alternately it was, like, Granny, which, ditto

No one on this mountain is going to stop WWX from going out to cause trouble and hopefully get laid, is my point

tanoraqui

Also, the cultivation world has been basically at peace for 13 years and the reason is that this is an ideal AU where JGY is dead and whenever trouble starts to stir politically, NHS and JYL meet eyes across the room and mentally Rock Paper Scissors over who has to manipulate everyone into calming the fuck down

Neither of them actually wants this job; they’re just good at it and recognize both those aspects in each other

professorsparklepants

LOLOLOL

That is.... so goddamn in character

tanoraqui

concept: JYL and NHS are friends and no one else understands it, or attributes it to JYL just being that nice, bc NHS still generally acts useless

professorsparklepants

Nhs actively wants to be useless and life is conspiring to make sure he can't

tanoraqui

a little less dramatically useless, but why ruin a good thing when you're having fun and it's useful

professorsparklepants

Lol

tanoraqui

but JYL fucking identified him as Actually Competent one time when he couldn't hide it, so now sometimes they get tea together and bitch about politics and stupid people

professorsparklepants

He's the only person who can correctly identify when she's talking shit about people, because it's VERY subtle and her brothers & husband are too busy thinking she hung the moon to notice

tanoraqui

JYL striding into Nie sect HQ (whatever it's called) and tossing her coat over a chair. "You would not BELIEVE what my brothers are doing now."

NHS: *probably knows, because he's found that the minor investment of effort in maintaining a very good spy network pays major dividends in helping him avoid greater work* *immediately sits up and pours her a cup of very expensive tea* Oh, girl, dish.

professorsparklepants

Question: are they also friends with lwj...

tanoraqui

yes but he's obviously not invited to hte political gossip sessions

professorsparklepants

I'm trying to imagine lwj making eye contact with them at some meeting his brother dragged him to and both of them struggling not to break into hysterics

tanoraqui

but they both know that he sneaks into Yiling to visit WWX a few times a year, and every single time, JYL sits him down within a couple weeks and aggressively debriefs him as to her brother's condition

professorsparklepants

I'm sure she tried to get him to take treats in

tanoraqui

for sure

it's hopeless, though, bc there's no really predicting WHEN he'll go? It's basically just "every 4-6 months when LWJ's resolve breaks"

professorsparklepants

Too bad she's not a stress quilter instead of a stress baker

tanoraqui

she gets him to go at an actual arranged time, bearing pork soup, like once, for WWX's 30th birthday or something

professorsparklepants

:)

tanoraqui

omg lit brain: LWJ of course is hte WORST for getting gossip, but JYL has pieced together a reasonable amount about the people her idiot baby brother (#2) is now living with. And she's mildly despairing as to idiot baby brother #1's ongoing refusal to get married and have an heir or three. So she, if not actively connives, then certainly siezes the first available opportunity to set Jiang Cheng up with Wen Qing

tanoraqui

basically, this au is PEAK romcom

tanoraqui

...also, for max happiness, i'd like to think that WWX made some strategic raids to rescue additional Wen refugees and bring them back, so there's a properly populated village and they didn't all just die

professorsparklepants

!!!

Good... Good thoughts

Good because 1. more people die and 2. The Yiling Patriarch will attack your village and steal your people away!

tanoraqui

(romcom being exclusively adults-focussed; the teens initiate it all but Jin Ling and Wen Yuan are both so delighted to have an Additional (But Cooler) Family Member that they comfortably cousinzone each other instantly)

professorsparklepants

*nice*

tanoraqui

...i feel like i keep characterizing Jin Ling as an only child, when really he ought to have a small horde of siblings

maybe they just...couldn't conceive more. shit happens. pregnancy is hard.

professorsparklepants

That happens sometimes