#not only do i get to imagine spending time with them I can spend time with them irl (< my Zooble plush)

[sylusvrse]

IMAGINE . . . the lads LIs playing an otome game ?!

what would it be like if the love and deepspace love interests played an otome game in which YOU were the love interest instead? ⸺ heavily HEAVILY inspired by a thread on twt by @/Myaurxra_ on the same prompt!!

zayne who is strictly f2p. i cannot imagine this man spending money on the game. he occasionally plays during his breaks. he listens to the tender moments as background noise while he works. he has your affinity level at about 68 which is the culmination of many months checking in and mostly doing his dailies.

zayne who actually uses the ‘remind me’ feature to help him get some rest. nothing beats your sweet voice telling him he’s working too hard and that he needs to go to bed!!

zayne who seems like he’d be a very casual player who enjoys the sweet, soft cards. however, tomorrow’s catch-22 drops and he is a changed man!! <3

xavier who is somehow incredibly lucky without even trying?? he’s pulling your 5 star memories left and right, early pity. definitely posts his pulls on social media, which is the envy of everyone else.

xavier who enjoys the combat system the most. he clears abyssal chaos and the hunter contest with ease. it comes quite easy to him, the protocores, the substats, the playstyles.

xavier who only pays for the aurum pass, but that’s about it when it comes to his spending. he’s living off a hunter’s salary and can only offer so much to his virtual wife…

rafayel who is glint photobooth’s greatest enemy. he has all of your outfits and accessories unlocked. he didn’t buy those all for nothing. he’s spending hours on glint photobooth and snapshot, capturing your beauty just right. he’d post it on social media like the masterpiece you are <3

rafayel who actually takes the time to play the stories and read the lore. his assistant is calling him, but he couldn’t care less. he needs to know what happens next. he’s laying in bed, kicking around like a schoolgirl with a crush. he’s currently sobbing over your backstory and getting pissed off on your behalf when another character wrongs you.

rafayel who has your affinity level already maxed out. he’s flexing the ring on every outfit he dresses you up in. he’s cleared out all the story content there is to offer, besides the combat levels. he rarely plays the hunter contest, but he occasionally does abyssal chaos to read the stories and interactions.

sylus who is an absolute whale. we all know it. he is R3’ing all of your memories. lost a 50/50? doesn’t matter, his card is already out and ready to be used.

sylus who finds the game to be a rather endearing past time. you’re a welcome break in his busy day. luke and kieran will find him at his desk, looking rather amused as he pokes his phone for maybe the hundredth time tonight.

sylus who sends luke and kieran out to buy merch for him when he’s busy, sending them in his stead to fan events. he advises them to stop at nothing. online bid? he’s already won. limited edition merch item? he got it three weeks before it was even announced with his connections. on his desk, you’ll probably find a small acrylic stand of you by his computer.

caleb who actually has horrible luck. he has most of your standard 5 star memories maxed out, mostly due to losing so many 50/50s. at first he was like “psh. it’s just a game. i won’t have to spend any money.” but, then he lost the 50/50 on the anniversary banner and the flood gates opened. now, he’s willing to drop large amounts of money at a time if it means getting your precious memories.

caleb who takes full advantage of the ‘quality time’ feature. mostly to unlock your workout outfit, but he likes to have you cheering him on by the side while he completes his regimen.

caleb who gets oddly competitive during kitty cards? like he’s about to crash out the moment you cancel out one of his assist cards. his hands are gripping the phone, his palms are sweating, his breath is hitching, he’s grunting in frustration. someone looks over his shoulder to see what the hell is stressing him out so much… you just changed his teacup color from red to blue…

[priyajoyyy]

Scared

Dark!lottie Matthew’s x reader x dark!natalie scattorcio x dark!shauna shipman

Warnings:

Typical Yellowjackets stuff, These are dark! Characters so pretty toxic, Shana and Lottie are freaky 😔, illusions to mental health issues, dissociation, hallucinations, starvation, force feeding, cannibalism, ect

Series masterlist here

This is a lot darker than I’ve ever written before icl 😭

However I’ve been imagining soo many dark fic ideas with these three specifically and Yellowjackets so I just had to make this

(And believe it or not I had even darker ideas icl so we’ll see if I write anything else like that lol)

Lottie, Natalie and Shauna who accidentally created a monopoly of control between them of the rest of the girls

Who didn’t mean to take over control of the Yellowjackets, but at Lottie as their weird seer, in control of what the girl’s believed, Natalie as their queen, in control of the rules, and Shauna as the butcher, in control of their food supply, it just sort of happened

With Reader who ended up taking on the role as their little pet

Helping with cooking and cleaning but not much else, they wouldn’t want their little girlfriend doing too many chores or hurting their self would they?

Lottie who makes sure you never pick the queen card

Who convinces you to do as they say because it’s what the wilderness wants (not that you have much choice anyway)

Lottie who makes love to you in weird rituals in the woods, speaking words you don’t understand and have learnt to get used to

Lottie who gives you ‘therapy’ sessions daily, the both of you spending time channelling the wilderness

Who has you wear necklaces of bone and headdresses of sticks and flowers, she calls ‘crowns’ to protect you

And who calls your dissociation and hallucinations a ‘gift’ from the wilderness, something Natalie hates

Natalie who has you by her side constantly

Who basically mothers you, who makes sure you eat when you forget and get to sleep on time in her hut

Natalie who even went as far as to force feed you javi after he fell in the river because you were so distraught and refused

Who cares for you when you dissociate from your situation, keeping you warm and looked after as best as she can, stealing you away from Lottie, when she tries to claim your issues as a ‘sign’

And who has to practically babysit Lottie and Shauna most of the time to stop them from doing anything stupid

Natalie who holds you back the night Shauna beats the shit out of Lottie, holding your face into her chest and stopping you from watching while you sob.

Shauna who makes sure you get extra portions of food, much to the other girls annoyance

Who’s basically your guard dog, and is the reason none of the others speak out against your unfair treatment

Shauna who can be the cruellest out of the three of them, turning cold and closed off since the morning she found Jackie frozen outside

And who swears to never let the wilderness take you like it did her best friend or her baby

Shauna who likes to bite. She’ll bite your lips when you make out. Sometimes your neck and arms too.

Who never asks for your input on anything, just makes decisions for you (although Lottie and Natalie only pretend to give you the illusion of choice anyway)

And who likes the control she has over you, who feels like it grounds her

Reader who refuses to resort to cannibalism at first, not touching Jackie’s charred corpse

Who has to be force fed by Natalie when she refuses to eat javi, scared reader would starve otherwise

Reader who refuses to go on the hunts when they take place (not that the three girls would let her come, worried she’d get hurt) not wanting to take part in hurting any of the others

Reader who at one point plans to run away, packing her bag and stealing the knife from Shauna while she sleeps, only to be stopped by the three at the last minute

Reader who’s punishment is normally what Nat calls ‘house arrest’, wether it’s being getting locked in the pantry in the cabin, or having Shauna guard her in their newly made huts for a few days

Reader who loves her three lovers, just as much as she’s kind of scared of them

Who can’t sleep at night without one of them laying by her side

Reader who sees things, shadows out the corner of her eye, or figures with antlers coming out their head in their dreams

Natalie who thinks it’s psychosis, the effect of long term starvation and stress of being stuck out here, just like it is with the others

Shauna who doesn’t think it’s real, she never has, but she doesn’t see the harm in lotties ‘teachings’ when it gives you comfort

Lottie who knows it’s a gift, that reader is like her, chosen by the wilderness to help protect them all

And Reader who prays to the wilderness overnight that none of them get hurt or die, following lotties ‘teachings’ much to Natalie’s chagrin

Reader who hates to make any of the girls upset with her, whos grown to cry at the thought of them being mad at her

Who depends on them entirely, but loves them regardless

[wolfie200510]

Hi! Can you write about a reader who has eating disorders and Rafe helps her overcome them?

Autor's note: I didn't know much about ed so I have to Google it so I'm really sorry if something is not accurate. I tried my best to write this good and I hope you will like it. Also, I'm sorry you have to wait so long.

You're perfect - Rafe Cameron 💖❤️‍🩹

Pics are from pinterest. Dividers: @enchanthings

Summary: reader who has eating disorders and Rafe helps her overcome them

Warning: eating disorder, bullying, body imagine disorder, mention of drug use (I guess that's all)

You and Rafe are friends since you two are little. Your parents are good friends with his parents so you two always spent a lot of time together. You always played together when your parents were talking about business stuff. As you two grew up, you went to the same school, and you were happy that you two were the same age so you two were classmates too. In primary school, it was just the two of you. Only you were there for each other, you even studied together. But in secondary school, he befriended some other guys, and he started spending less time with you.

You didn’t mind it, you know that he needs guy friends too and you were happy that he found some other friends but you also missed him. You felt like he forgot you. But the truth was far from that. Actually, he started to fall for you and when he realized that he quickly acted and pushed you away because he didn’t want to admit it. Of course, you had some friends too, but you weren’t really close to them.

It also didn’t help that as Rafe drifted from you, people started bullying you. You didn’t understand why they did it. Of course, you weren’t as pretty as the other girls in your class, and you weren’t as skinny as them. Even your “friends” started bullying you. You didn’t want to let their words get to your head, but they did. The more hateful words you get, the more insecure you felt. You weren’t fat at all, you didn’t even have any plus weight, but some people still called you fat and ugly.

This bullying went to the point where you started eating less and less so you can lose some weight and you even started counting the calories. You often skipped meals and always told your parents that you just weren’t hungry. And you did lose some weight. You even started using makeup to be more beautiful, but the bullying didn’t stop. You felt that it just got worser. At first, it was just in school that you overheard people talk about you, then people told it your face and they said that they will never understand how Rafe could still be friends with someone like you, then some people even started bullying you on only.

As things got worser over the years, you were considering that you will tell Rafe about it, but you end up not doing it. You know that he has his own problems, and you didn’t want to bother him with your problems. That was until one day Rafe showed up at your place and he asked for your help. He told you about his addiction and how his relationship got worser with his father. You listened to him as he just talked and talked to you all night as his head rested on your chest, his arm wrapped around your waist, and you were playing with his hair.

“I don’t know what to do, Y/n. I’m sorry that I just dropped everything on you like that. Fucking hell, I’m sorry for everything. That I pushed you away and everything else. I’m sorry I only came to you now, but I didn’t know who else would listen to me” he said.

“It’s okay, Rafey. You know I’m always here for you and you can always come to me” you whispered to him, and he nodded.

“I want to stop with the drugs but it’s so hard. I can’t do it alone. Please help me” he asked you and lifted his head to look at you.

“Of course, I will help” you said which made him smile a little and you smiled back.

‘God, I missed your smile. I missed you so much. I was an idiot for pushing you away. But now that I have you back, I will never let you go’ he thought to himself.

Just as you promised to him that night, you help him overcome his addiction. It took a lot of time, and he fell back to using drugs a few times, but you never give up on him, and he was extremely grateful for you to that. He was grateful that you were there for him. With your help he got better and better each day, and now he has been clean for months.

Meanwhile he got better, you got worser. People bullied you more because Rafe started spending time with you again. You know, he is popular, and you were aware, he is very attractive, and a lot of girls like him. While you were just you. Sometimes, you had the urge to tell him about the bullying, but you never told him.

“I just don’t understand why Rafe likes her. I mean… did he see her? She’s not even pretty” you overheard a girl once, after school.

That girl’s words played in your head constantly and you tried to lose even more weight. You tried to act like everything was fine, but Rafe noticed that you eat less, and you started to skip meals. When he first came to you that night, he noticed how much weight you lost already but he didn’t think much about it. But now that he spent more time with you again, he noticed the change in your behavior and your eating habits.

As days passed, Rafe had enough. Whenever he asked if you wanna go out and grab some food, you always come up with some excuse.

Today, the same happened as always. He was at your place, you two were in your room when he asked if you wanna go out to have dinner, but you said no. You were sitting on your bed with a book in your hand as he was standing in the middle of the room.

“Why?” he asked you when you declined his offer again.

“I’m not hungry” you said and shrugged your shoulders.

“That’s a lie” he said “You didn’t eat anything today”

“I did it” you protested.

“Yeah. What did you eat?” he asked with a raised eyebrow, but you couldn’t answer to that, so you avoided eye contact and tried to focus on your book again.

He sighed and sat down next to you, taking the book from your hand then he placed a hand on your thigh.

“What’s wrong?” he asked softly.

“Nothing” you said quickly. Maybe too quickly.

“Please tell me, Y/n. You helped with my addiction. Whatever the problem is, let me help you. Please” he pleaded to you, but you shook your head.

Rafe opened his mouth to speak again but your phone buzzed with a notification. You know, it’s probably another hateful message from someone so you quickly reached for it, but Rafe was faster and grabbed your phone. When he saw the message his eyes darkened.

“Who wrote this?” he asked, his voice dripping with anger. He knew that he will make that person pay whoever wrote it.

“I don’t know” you mumbled.

“You don’t know?” he asked angrily but then he took a deep breath to calm himself.

You took your phone from him with a sigh and opened all the messages. He saw one message, so it wouldn’t change anything if you tell him the truth. You handed him your phone and he read every single message, and you see how his eyes darkened as he read more.

“How long this is going on?” he asked as he looked up at you and you see the anger in his eyes.

“For a while now” you admitted quietly.

“Why didn’t you tell me before? That’s why you lost so much weight? That’s why you don’t eat properly?” he asked you and you just nodded a little.

“I didn’t want to bother you with my problems” you whispered and turned away from him, but he grabbed you chin and forced you to look at him.

“You will never bother me, okay?” he asked firmly and all you could do was nod again “Next time, something like this happens tell me. And now tell me everything about it”

You sighed and wanted to turn away from him, but he didn’t let you. You looked back into his eyes and his eyes were pleading for you to tell him the truth. You sighed again but you told him everything. How it all started and how it got worser. His heart broke with every word you said. He couldn’t believe that he didn’t notice that sooner. That he didn’t notice that you’re struggling.

“Y/n… None of those things are true. You’re extremely beautiful. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on” he reassured you “Don’t you ever starve yourself because of some jealous people” you smiled at his words as your eyes welled up and you nodded.

After that night, Rafe always made sure that you eat properly. He even decided to spend a few weeks at your place to make sure that you’re eating properly and don’t skip meals. He always woke up earlier and made some light breakfast for you. The first few times you didn’t want to eat it.

“That’s too much, Rafe. I’m not hungry” you protested.

“Y/n, please… You didn’t have to eat all of it. Only eat a little please” he pleaded to you, so you started eating what he prepared for you. To your surprise, what he made was delicious. Soon you get used to the fact that he makes breakfast for you, and you start waiting for it because he was always able to surprise you with it.

As you started eating more and more in the mornings, he took that as a step forward. He knew that you wouldn’t get better in a few days. He knew that dealing with eating disorder is not easy, but he desperately wanted to help you overcome it. You still didn’t eat as much as you used to, and you still said no whenever he offered to go out to grab something for dinner. But he was patient, and he didn’t want to force you to eat. He was just glad that, at least now, you have breakfast.

As a few weeks passed Rafe noticed that you finally started eating more. You eat more for lunch and sometimes you said yes when he offered that you two should go out to have dinner. Rafe knew that you’re still counting the calories, but he still took it as a success.

“You know, I’m so proud of you” he said after you come home from a restaurant, and you laid in his arms in your bed while he was playing with your hair.

“Really?” you asked and looked up at him.

“Yes. Really. I’m so happy that you eat more now and that you gained back a little weight. Don’t get me wrong, you’re always beautiful but you are much more beautiful like that” he whispered and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Thanks for helping me” you whispered.

“You helped me too. That’s the least I can do. And soon, you will get rid of counting calories too” he said determined.

Just as he said, he continued to help you and when he bought something for you, he always erased the calories from the packaging so you can’t check it.

“Are you serious, Rafe?” you asked when he did that the first time. He bought you some chocolate and you wanted to check how many calories it contains but it was all black.

“I’m dead serious. Just eat it and don’t worry about the calories” he said seriously.

As the weeks passed, he still did that, and you slowly get rid of the habit of checking the calories in the packaging. As Rafe saw that you stopped looking at the calories and that you finally started eating properly again, he was proud of you, and he was more than happy that he was able to help. The only thing that would make him even happier, if he had the courage to tell you how he actually feels about you. But he was afraid that you don’t feel the same so he decided to keeping his feelings to himself.

[gf2bellamy]

hii i love love love ur fics and was wondering if i could request an absolutely gut wrenching angst where spencer is sort of using gf!reader as a replacement of maeve? Its okay if you dont do it tho!! Hope u have a great day!! 🩷🩷🩷🩷

ghost — spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: maeve is mentioned ( obviously ), spencer grieving , spencer feeling guilty a/n: hii tysm for your request !!! hope you like this and ngl i kinda broke my own heart writing this also guys lets pretend the narrative of john smith can be found in a small book store

The scent of old paper and ink surrounded you as you wandered through the bookstore. You and Spencer had always loved visiting bookstores together—it was one of your favorite things to do. There was something peaceful about it, about the way you both could spend hours getting lost in different worlds.

You had drifted toward a shelf that caught your interest when a particular book snagged your attention. Without thinking, you plucked it from its place and turned toward Spencer, who was just a few feet away.

“Spence, have you read this one?” you asked, holding it up for him to see.

The reaction was immediate. His entire expression shifted—his face fell, his body tensed. It was subtle, but you knew him well enough to catch it.

“What?” you asked, taken aback. “What’s wrong?”

Spencer opened his mouth as if to say something but hesitated. His gaze flickered back to the book in your hands, and for a moment, it seemed like he was somewhere else entirely, lost in a memory you couldn’t see.

Finally, he spoke, but his voice was quiet. “I—” He stopped again, then swallowed hard. “No. I haven’t read it.”

Before you could press further, he abruptly turned on his heel and walked away, disappearing into another aisle without another word.

You stood there, confusion swirling in your mind as you glanced down at the book again.

The Narrative of John Smith.

You traced the title with your fingertips, your heart sinking slightly.

Slowly, you placed it back on the shelf, committing the title to memory. Something told you it was better left unspoken.

As Spencer wandered into another section of the bookstore, the realization settled over him. This wasn’t the first time the thought had crept into his mind—fleeting, intrusive—but he had always managed to push it aside before it could take root.

But now? Now, he couldn’t ignore it.

You had picked up her book. Maeve’s book.

He hated that he thought of it like that, hated how the association was instant and unshakable. But it was the book Maeve had given him, one of the last tangible pieces of her he had left. He could still remember the moment he first held it, the way his chest had tightened when he read the message she’d written inside. The warmth.

And then—how that warmth had been ripped away.

His fingers hovered over the spines of the books in front of him, but he wasn’t really seeing them. He stood frozen, guilt creeping in, wrapping itself around his ribcage and squeezing.

Because he knew what was happening.

The two of you in this bookstore. The routine of wandering through aisles, picking out books, spending hours lost in pages and each other’s company.

It was the same dream he had imagined a hundred times before—only, back then, he had imagined it with Maeve.

And now? Now he was making that dream a reality. But not with her.

With you.

Spencer swallowed hard, his throat dry. It wasn’t fair—to you, to Maeve, to himself. He knew it was wrong to think this way, to compare, to feel like he was replacing her. You weren’t Maeve.

You were you—and you deserved more than being a stand-in for a ghost.

After a few minutes of waiting, you decided you’d given Spencer enough space. Whatever had happened, he was clearly upset, and you didn’t want to leave him alone with his thoughts for too long. So, you started searching for him, weaving through the aisles until you finally spotted him standing motionless in front of a bookshelf.

“Spencer,” you called softly.

He didn’t react right away, his gaze fixed on the books in front of him. As you stepped closer, your eyes flickered to the sign above the shelf.

Young Adult.

You frowned. That wasn’t the kind of section Spencer usually lingered in. He was more likely to be found buried in classics, philosophy, or obscure non-fiction. But you didn’t say anything about it.

Instead, you studied him for a moment. His shoulders were tense, his expression unreadable. Gently, you reached out, your fingers brushing against his arm.

He flinched.

It was small—so small that if you hadn’t been paying attention, you might have missed it. But you did notice.

“Hey,” you said, your voice softer now. “You okay?”

That finally pulled him from his thoughts. He blinked a few times before turning to face you, forcing a tight, almost unconvincing smile.

“Yeah. Sorry. No, I’m fine,” he said quickly.

You held his gaze, studying him carefully. You knew Spencer well enough to recognize when he was lying.

But you didn’t push.

If he wanted to tell you, he would.

“I heard there’s a nice restaurant on this street,” you said, offering him a small smile in an attempt to lift the heavy atmosphere that had settled between you. “Come on.”

This time, you didn’t reach for his hand. You didn’t touch him at all. And Spencer didn’t try to, either.

The two of you left the bookstore in silence, the cool evening air wrapping around you as you stepped onto the sidewalk.

“Okay, wait—the park is there, which means…” you mumbled to yourself, turning slightly as you pieced together the mental map in your head. Spencer followed quietly behind you, his hands tucked into his pockets, his mind clearly still elsewhere.

You stole a glance at him but decided not to say anything. Instead, you focused back on the street ahead.

“Okay, should be right around this corner,” you said, your tone more upbeat as you picked up your pace.

Spencer followed, quickening his steps to keep up with you, and soon enough, the two of you stood in front of the restaurant.

It looked inviting, cozy. A perfect place to reset the mood.

That was when Spencer’s face fell again—if not worse this time.

If that was even possible.

As you had led him out of the bookstore, grief and guilt had clung to him so tightly that he barely paid attention to where you were going. His mind had been replaying old conversations, old emotions, old dreams he had once held so close.

And because of that, he hadn’t realized it.

Hadn’t realized where you were leading him.

Not until now.

Spencer stopped in his tracks, his chest tightening as he stared at the restaurant in front of him.

He and Maeve had planned to meet here for the first time.

His breath caught in his throat as he tore his gaze away from the entrance and looked at you instead.

You were studying the restaurant from the outside, seemingly unaware of his turmoil. Your eyes scanned the menu posted by the door, your head tilting slightly as you took everything in. You looked excited, happy even, completely oblivious to the way his entire world felt like it was tilting beneath his feet.

And that was when it truly hit him.

The guilt. The crushing, unbearable guilt.

He had been using you as a replacement for Maeve this entire time.

He hadn’t meant to.

But every bookstore visit, every late-night conversation, every quiet moment spent together—it was all too familiar. Too close to what he had once imagined with someone else.

He had built this routine with you, shared this part of himself with you, not because it was new but because it was comfortable. Because it was something he had already longed for before.

And that wasn’t fair to you.

It wasn’t fair at all.

His hands curled into fists at his sides as his stomach twisted painfully. He wanted to say something, wanted to explain, wanted to fix whatever this was before it became something worse.

But how could he?

How could he look at you—the person who had been nothing but kind, nothing but patient, nothing but you—and tell you that all along, you had been living in the shadow of someone else?

[akookminsupporter]

JIKOOK KARMA STRIKES AGAIN… AND SO DOES THE CHAOS

Jimin and Jungkook talking—or better yet, teasing us—really took me back to that last Wlive they did with Joon and Tae, when they were teasing us about AYS. It’s that same chaotic energy, where they drop just enough hints to get us all curious but refuse to spill the details. And now, once again, I’m sure the average Jikooker is sitting somewhere, wondering what kind of stories they were referring to and why they’re suddenly ‘worried’ that we might go somewhere.

Like… go where exactly? What is it that we’re supposed to be running away from? Or towards? Are they concerned we’ll collectively lose our minds and ascend to another dimension? Do they think we’ll all log off en masse? (Unlikely. Jikookers have survived worse. We don’t log off.) Or are they, for some reason, imagining us physically running somewhere? The way they worded it was so dramatic, and considering how… well, dramatic they can be, I wouldn’t put it past them to exaggerate on purpose just to wind us up.

Now, I don’t know about you guys, but the first time I read that whole conversation it sent me in a completely different direction. Hobi said that he’d heard some of these stories before and they made him laugh so hard his stomach hurt and I swear, my first thought was that they were talking about something so funny that we’d all end up running to the bathroom because we’d be laughing so hard, we’d pee ourselves. That was genuinely my first assumption ajajajajajjaaj. I don’t know if that’s me oversharing, but I promise you, that was my immediate thought process when I saw their conversation. Like, they weren’t just hinting at something mildly amusing—they were acting like these stories were comedic gold.

And honestly? Knowing Jimin and Jungkook, I can totally see it. These two have always had a way of getting themselves into ridiculous situations, whether it’s by accident or on purpose. They’re the type of people who will be completely serious one second and then somehow descend into absolute chaos the next. The number of times they’ve been caught making each other laugh uncontrollably, to the point where they’re falling over, hitting each other is endless. So, I can only imagine what kind of things they’ve been through that they personally find hilarious.

But what really gets me is the way they spoke about it. Like, the absolute drama of it all. The way they said it was so unnecessarily intense. It’s such a Jimin and Jungkook thing to do—acting as if they’ve lived through some wild, untold saga when in reality, it’s probably just them being absolute menaces and laughing at the dumbest things. And yet, here we are, hanging onto their every word, waiting to hear what exactly happened. I just know that whatever these stories are, they’re going to be peak Jikook behaviour. I. CANT. WAIT.

Now, Switching topics for a moment—because I need to talk about this—if there’s one thing that has been proven time and time again, it’s that ‘Jikook karma’ is very real. I mean, we’ve seen it play out so many times over the years, and it just keeps happening.

Like, take what happened recently. A few days ago, I saw some Jikookers talking about how the vecinas were up to their usual nonsense, this time about a restaurant. Apparently, the restaurant itself had to step in and clarify some things, which, of course, immediately made the vecinas furious. And what did they do in response? They started sending hate to the restaurant owner and blaming BHM for everything under the sun—again. Like clockwork.

But that wasn’t even the only thing going on. For some reason, the vecinas and Solos also decided to revive their weird obsession with trying to prove that Jimin and Jungkook don’t spend time together. They went back to claiming that the two of them don’t share a dorm—or whatever it’s called in the military—and that they don’t even see each other, which is just… fascinating, considering the fact that Jungkook himself already said otherwise. So, in other words, they were basically calling Jungkook a liar.

And what happened next? Classic Jikook karma. Because not only did Jimin confirm that he and Jungkook do share a dorm (or sleep in the same place, however, you want to phrase it), but both of them also casually mentioned that they’ve been through so much together—so many incredible and probably hilarious moments—that they can’t wait to tell us about them… even though they’re not sure if they can tell us. Like, they want to share, but maybe they shouldn’t. I mean, if that’s not the ultimate ‘Jikook karma’ moment, I don’t know what is.

Now, back to the fun part of all this—because I need to focus on that instead of the nonsense—Jungkook absolutely killed me when he said, "June 11th!" basically implying that the day they’re discharged from the military, they’ll spill everything. The way he just threw that date out there so confidently was hilarious, like, that’s when you’ll know everything! I love him, but yeah… I don’t see that happening.

I don’t know if being a Jikooker has made me pessimistic because deep down, I feel like we’re not actually going to hear these stories they were bragging about today. Like, I want to believe it. I want to trust that they’ll actually spill, but something tells me they won’t. They’ll either decide last minute that it’s too embarrassing, or they’ll just keep hyping it up without ever giving us the details. And honestly? That’s fine. We should be used to it by now. If anything, it’ll just be another inside joke for the fandom. After all, it took almost four years for us to finally hear about the ‘rainy day fight’. Four years. So if we have to wait another few years to hear these new stories, well… I guess we just have to be patient. Again.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Fool's Game 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, stalking, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Loki Laufeyson

This AU is called Watcher Anonymous and will include different series for different characters. This is our introduction to Loki and Bugsy.

Summary: strangers on a train aren’t as strange as they seem.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

He doesn't see her on the platform. It's dismaying but not entirely unprecedented. She clearly wasn't faring well the day prior, perhaps she took some sick time. Funny, for so long as he's followed her, she's been there like clockwork. Just as he had. The few times he forwent the train for a ride with a colleague or instead clocked in late, he was still certain to see her home.

It unsettles Loki as the tracks scream with the arrival of his morning transport. She doesn't board. She simply isn't there.

He stares at the empty seat. Then he looks at his feet. Hers are usually there, sometimes even scuffing his toes as she squirms. It's quite unexciting without the mashing of buttons and the low hum of her headset. He is annoyed by the coughs and sighs of his fellow passengers. They are much more agitating than her addled grunts and groans as she fights her animated demons.

Hm. He can only hope she is taking time to recover from whatever had her so forlorn. He wonders if she discovered his little omen of comfort. Did she have it with tea?

Those thoughts only feed his restlessness. The commute drags on and he is want to shove past the rest of the passengers by the time he reaches his stop. The cramping of his long legs is more nagging that day as he disembarks. When he reaches his office, he finds his coworkers too loud and the lights too bright. He closes himself up behind his closed door and tuts.

He doesn't eat lunch. He has this bad feeling in his stomach. She's fine. He keeps telling himself so but it's hardly convincing.

The train ride home is just despairing. He keeps his leather bag in his lap, not even bothering to tuck it into the overhead. Her seat is filled by another. Not a regular. No, the man is squat and bald and keeps blowing his nose in his sleeve. Where is she?

It is only one day, good man. Settle. He girds himself as he nearly misses his stop.

He does not live far from the station. In the summers, he prefers the walk. The season is almost at an end, he should bask in it while he can. Besides, he needs to untie his nerves.

His condo waits for him in shadows. He flips on the entryway light and sets his bag on the side table. He unties his shoes and places them neatly on the rack. He slides his phone free of his jacket pocket and strides through the dark to his bedroom. He disposes of his blazer, tie, and belt. He undoes a button as he goes back down and enters the kitchen. The fixture above glows at the flick of his finger. He pours a glass of wine and his stomach growls monstrously. He should eat.

She will be back tomorrow. All will be as it should be. He takes out one of his prepped meals and lays it on a small metal tray. He heats it up in the toaster oven, it's always crisper that way. He eats between dry sips.

He doesn't sleep very much. Each time he closes his eyes, he thinks of her. When he opens them too. He rolls onto his side and runs his hand over the empty space. Foolish, he rebukes himself. How he imagines her there, beside him.

The morning rises and he stares at the corners of the room. Get up.

What is he doing? Spending all his time thinking about her? Doing nothing.

His brother might be a bit off with that group of his but they at least want to do something. They just haven't any good ideas. Well, what would he do?

Sweep her off her feet. Somehow. But he hasn't even told her his name. There was the time she caught his phone as he stood and she gave it back to him. He founds his tongue all tied up. Impotent! It is what he is. He cannot get over himself and for what? Look at her. She is so lost. She has only her games and her plushy sweaters and fuzzy bags. She needs guidance. She needs him.

He showers and readies to face the day. To see her. He dabs a bit of his favourite cologne behind his jaw. He doesn't know why. Ah, he is keen on this green tie.

He packs his lunch and shoulders his bag. He stops before he heads out. This place is big. Empty. He could make room. Her shoes would fit next to his. Her coats even. He'd make the space.

Go on, get out of here. Get out of your head.

He gets to the platform and twiddles his fingers. He searches for her. At his height, he can pick out most. His cheek twitches. She is not there. Again. Please, she must be late. Must be.

The train gets there before her. He hesitates. Perhaps he should wait and see if she is running behind. He could take the next, make it up by skipping lunch. Again.

No, he must be off. There is that rather important meeting. He sighs and climbs aboard.

He sits across from the empty seat. It stays that ray as the train lurches forward. Again, he is tormented. He cannot help but come back to that big question; where is she?

Another tedious day. Too many meetings, too much tea. He goes home. Alone. Once more. Like always. He tires of it. He is weary.

A glass of wine and no more sleep. She is not there again. He fidgets until he reaches his building. Then he paces in the privacy of his office.

He dials out to his brother. He does not pick up. No doubt distracted. By his own little hobby. Loki could laugh. The woman is sick, she has enough issues.

He wiles away his day with worry. His brother still will not answer. Hm. He does have that meeting today. He could seek him out there. Perhaps the others will have some advice, not that he would relish in sharing it all with them.

Damned too hell. He will take a half-day. He leaves and catches the train before it can barrel away. He's breathless. He hops off at his stop and nearly trips over himself. He's really doing this.

He is unfamiliar with the route. He knows her address but it is opposite his own. When he finds her building, he is not quite sure what to do with himself.

She's a few floors up. He supposes climbing onto the balcony is a bit much. He is as much a dolt as his brother. What is he doing?

Then he stops short. That bright purple cap assures him before he even sees her face. She crosses the street before she can spot him. He waits until a few cars pass before he follows.

She doesn't sense him. She shuffles along and finds a bench behind a large red building. Some community centre.

He feels ridiculous behind the tree as he leans and listens. She clears her throat. He peeks out as she puts her phone to her ear.

Her conversation is typical. 'Hi' and a few babbles here and there. He can hear the voice on the other end. Then she sniffles.

"I lost my job... dad, please--"

She huffs and he looks again. Her shoulders and head droop. Her phone is on the bench. The call is over.

That explains it. It isn't him at all. She only lost her job. Oh, my. How unfortunate.

Well, this could be an opportunity. For both of them. He just needs to figure how.

He checks his watch. The meeting...

[moonchild701]

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Train Stalker: Part 1- On the Train

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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<

Part 2

Summary: Your stalker follows you onto the train, taking advantage of the crowded place.

But it turns out he's someone familiar to you.

Pairing: Stalker Dabi/Fem Reader

Content Warning: Sexual Assault, Chikan, Noncon Groping and touching, Turns Consensual, Dubcon, Public Sex, Public Transportation(Train), Fingering, Humiliation, Degradation, Self Degradation and Blaming, Victim Blaming, Stalking, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Word Count: 3k

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: Had this in my drafts for a while, contemplating to post it lol

I Do Not condone this, Stalking or Assault. I don't think I should have to say that, but just in case. Don't Like? Don't Read.

My Masterlist

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You don't really want to go to this company dinner.

What with the constant judging and personal questions, not to mention the token creepy guy, it's just never worth it.

But your only work friend begged you to come, and you're unfortunately inclined to be a good friend, so here you are on the train, on your way to the venue.

There was an accident on one of the main subway lines, and traffic is horrible and rush hour is still unforgivingly a thing.

There's so many people confined in this one small subway carriage, you're practically packed like sardines. You'd gotten on early, before the influx of people, and it would be a good thing if it wasn't for that fact that you just might spend the rest of the ride sandwiched between the mass of bodies and the corner walls of the carriage.

Things are somewhat bearable for a while. You zone out, trying to think of a passable excuse to get out of this thing that would maybe make your friend believe you.

When nothing comes to mind, your thoughts stray again, this time to your most likely stalker. You sometimes feel eyes following you, lingering for a bit too long. The gaze burns, yet you could never find where it comes from. Even today, as you left your apartment, you could feel them watching you.

And of course, when you went to report it, you were written off as "paranoid" and "imaginative".

Useless fucks.

Before you can dwell on it further, the train lurches, making the crowd shuffle and push, and you end up being further plastered to the wall.

You push back against the people surrounding you in an attempt to reclaim some of your space, only to freeze when you feel a hand pressing against the small of your back.

Your first thought that comes to mind is that you really hate public transportation.

Your second is that the hand is big and warm.

A lump forms in your throat as you swallow your voice. You decide to give the stranger the benefit of the doubt, hoping that it's just an accident; a misunderstanding, as you wait for them to pull away.

But instead, the stranger moves his hand down, resting it on your ass; and squeezes.

A gasping yelp escapes your throat, which goes unheard in the drowning noise of the train and surrounding people.

You curse under your breath as you feel a weight settle over you, pushing you even closer to the wall, till you're completely trapped between the corner and a broad chest; the heat and pressure of the stranger's body suffocating and overwhelming.

You can't believe this is happening.

Taking a deep breath, you try to calm down, contemplating your options.

Maybe someone will notice.

You try to look behind you at the packed carriage, but you can only see a black hoodie and a tall frame. Dread washes over you as you realize the stranger's body is completely shielding you from the view of the other passengers; from the posssibility of someone noticing what is happening.

You know. You know you should scream out for help, but you just can't bring yourself to. The thought of bringing attention to yourself like this, to reveal what you've allowed to happen to you is...humiliating.

There's a fleeting thought to defend yourself, but your body is completely frozen; the fear keeping you rooted in place.

And all you can do is clench your eyes and grit your teeth as you feel a second hand move up to grip at your hip, holding you in place, as the first slips beneath your skirt, sliding up your thigh to your underwear.

"Oh?"

You flinch upon hearing the stranger speak, low and breathy, right into your ear. His voice is deep and rough, his breath hot on your skin.

There's a passing thought that he sounds vaguely familiar, but it's quickly pushed aside as he continues.

"Lingerie in public, hm?" His fingers toy with the fabric of your panties, tracing the delicate lace; and you can hear the smirk in his voice as he taunts, "Slut."

A mix of shame and indignation runs through you, yet your body heats up as the stranger continues to play with your underwear.

Hot breath against your neck, mouth dangerously close to the tender skin, sends goosebumps along your skin. An involuntary shiver goes up your spine when his fingers slither underneath your panties, trailing over the soft, round flesh of your ass, his touch feather-light.

A pathetic, whimpering sound of refusal spills out of your quivering lips, which is of course ignored.

Your eyes sting when the stranger's lips meet your neck; his mouth closing around the tender flesh, rough skin and metal...piercings?...grazing your skin. An embarrassing little sound catches in your throat when he licks and sucks at your pulse, marking you. It dissolves into a sob when the hand on your hip slides up your shirt, slipping under your bra to fondle and grope your breasts, and something terrifyingly close to a moan slips past your lips when a thumb brushes over your nipples. Traitorous jolts of arousal run through your body, pleasure clouding your senses.

You come back to yourself when you feel him pressing against you, his chest warm against your back, and something twitching against your lower back and oh fuck that's his dick.

You let out a pathetic little whimper at that, and then you feel his fingers begin to trail along your inner thighs and slide further up between your legs, and a mix of dread and anticipation washes over you as they reach your crotch.

"Look how wet you are," he hums into your ear, fingers brushing up and down your slit through your soaked panties, and you can't help the feeling of shame and disgust with yourself when you realize just how aroused you are. And how good the touch of this stranger feels. "Fucking slut... You actually want this, hm?"

"N-no," you choke out, "I-I don't—,please—"

"Shh, be quiet, Y/N. We don't want to make a scene, yeah?", the stranger coos, voice a soft murmur, yet tinted with the threat of danger, as he gives a squeeze to your tit. Your heart speeds up, adrenaline pumping through your veins, as you freeze at the sound of your name, spilling like honey from this stranger's mouth.

This man knows you.

This wasn't random.

You were targeted.

Your mind races at that, and you hysterically think to yourself, 'Well, I found my stalker! Useless! Fucks!'

Yet it does nothing to curb the steady arousal licking up your spine as a heated, sleek finger pulls your panties to the side and runs along your slick folds, your body trembling. Anticipation and fear pool in your tummy, yet it's drowned out by the hot, shameful arousal there.

You suck in a sharp breath as you feel the tip of his finger prodding at your entrance, petting at it, before slipping in with embarrassing ease; you clench around the intrusion, but you're so wet that it does little to stop his finger from making a home in your tight heat.

With a bitten off whimper, you scramble for something to hold onto along the uselessly smooth wall as he slowly pumps the thick digit into you.

Almost too soon, he pushes in a second finger, his other hand still tugging and pinching at your nipples, and you desperately try to swallow your moans.

Which is futile as he slowly thrusts them inside you, curling his fingers and caressing your walls, and stretching you, scissoring you open so good.

Long and thick, the stranger's fingers reach all the right places, making you squirm and shake, and your hand clamps around your mouth as you feel a whimpering moan bubbling up your throat,

Your neglected clit aches to be touched, as he finally adds a third finger and you gasp at the delicious stretch; his hot fingers rubbing at your walls making you melt.

He breathes heavily into your neck as you squirm against him, the slow thrusts maddening. He gradually speeds up, into something rough and mouth-watering, fucking his fingers into you at an intense, mind numbing rhythm; the obscene squelching sounds of your soaked cunt as it's stuffed so good just barely getting drowned out by the rattling of the train.

The satisfaction practically drips off of the stranger's voice like honey, thick and sweet, as he hums into your skin, "Fuck, that's it, such a good girl for me..."

You can't help the whimpering moan that escapes through your covered mouth, that specific wording along with the man's deep voice sending liquid heat through you, even as mortification goes along with it. You clench around his fingers, rocking your hips down to chase the sweet friction, lost in the pleasure. The announcer's voice echoing through the carriage is a small mercy, masking your desperate cries as you throw your head back when he hits your sweet spot.

It's fucking mortifying, getting aroused by being assaulted on the train. And to the point where you're turned into a needy, whimpering mess of a slut, is achingly, deliciously humiliating.

You shake, eyes wide with pleasure, and you catch a glance at part of his face.

Your hips stutter to a halt even as his fingers keep going; your breath catches in your throat and you swear your heart simultaneously freezes and tries to beat out of your chest.

Because you recognize him.

You know who this man is.

And how could you not?

Dark scars along his throat and jaw, staples holding it to smooth, healthy skin, who else could it be?

You look up further and your heart lurches as your eyes lock on burning blue, the same ones you've always reluctantly found breathtakingly gorgeous, ever since you first saw them in a dingy bar last year, up close and personal before being kissed stupid, drunk and horny, and then again in his video detailing his life.

The villain Dabi grins down at you when he sees you looking at him; a devilish, dangerous thing, all heat and sharp edges, as his fingers curl, making your breath hitch.

"Missed me, Doll?"

You never did quite forget how he pressed against you, heat and tantalising danger wafting off him; smelling of smoke and sandalwood, tasting of cheap beer and something sweet.

Not getting further than making out and heavy petting, for whatever reason, this is the first time you truly had his hands on you.

And you can't deny the late hours of the nights, after seeing him on the news, bloody and wild eyed, surrounded by his pretty, blue flames that set your heart alight with awe at its beauty, with sweat coating your skin and a hand slipped between your thighs; can't deny that it's his name you cry and chase in your pleasure on those nights.

Yet, this couldn't be real.

It couldn't be.

You swallow dryly. Without thought, the word spills out, a whisper of a thing.

"D...Dabi?" your voice is small and disbelieving, yet so sweetly hopeful.

His fingers slow down, and he smiles, amused and smug.

Scalding lips brush the shell of your ear. "Mhmm.", is the rumbling confirmation and you sag back against him, subconciously rolling your hips.

"Dabi—" you choke out, confusion and arousal warring within as you try to grasp what the fuck is happening right now.

Your voice melts into a whimper as you feel his fingers move faster again and you clench around them as they rub and curl inside you, exploring every inch of your walls in a way that has your hips bucking down to meet him, desperate for more despite your questions.

Because right now, the man you've wanted for so long, your guilty pleasure, is knuckles deep inside of you, and fuck if you're going to deny yourself that, but you want answers dammit.

"Why—mmn—why are you—" you struggle to speak around the moans and pleasure, "—why are y-you here, doing thi—ahn—this?"

His replying chuckle is low and dark in your ear, his answer making your knees buckle.

"I've been watching you for a while now, Sweetheart. And I never did get a taste of this sweet cunt." he accentuates his words with a grind to your sweet spot that has you seeing stars.

And you're suddenly very grateful that you're cornered against the wall; because you know that your eyes are wide, blown and hazy, lips parted and face flushed, and you don't know if you could take the look in his eyes if he sees the slutty, debaunched expression on your face at his words.

Though, he doesn't even need to see it to know, not when he hears the wanton little sounds you let out as he fucks his fingers in and out of your tight heat. 

His thumb brushing over your throbbing clit has you biting down on your bottom lip to keep yourself from crying out, the touch sending sharp jolts of pleasure through your body.

"You always look fuckin' hot but today," he breathes into your neck, his voice dark and rough, exhilarating in the best of ways, as he punctuates the last word with a grind against you, the thought of his hard cock so close yet so far is almost enough to make you lose your goddamn mind, before growling out, "Today, you look fuckin' edible."

Heat washes over you at the depraved praise as you let out a tinny whimper.

"Oh fuck," you breathe out, high-pitched and needy. The thought that he's been watching you all this time, wanting you all this time, added to the sensations ravaging your body to the point it's almost too much, and you're just on that precipice, heat coiling low in your tummy.

You desperately clutch at his scarred wrist as his pace quickens into a near brutal rhythm, fingers simultaneously fucking into your pussy and rubbing at your clit, while his other hand fondles and kneads your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple between the rough pads of his fingers, and it's just all so much, so good.

The pleasure is overwhelming, he is overwhelming, in all of the best ways they could be. His smoky scent, his deep voice, his filthy words, the feel and heat of him against you, the fingers that play you with the ease and prescision of a pianist; his very pressence electric, his every touch incendiary.

"Such a good girl for me, baby, so fuckin' wet for me, so fuckin' pretty..." he groans, muttering into the crook of your neck where he's nuzzling his face into, as his hips jerk forward, pressing and grinding his clothed erection against your ass.

Feeling him so big, so hard against you, for you, you moan; high and needy, dizzy with lust, wishing you could feel it stretching your insides instead of his fingers, pulsing and hot. That thought has you shaking, your eyes rolling back, vision going white, as you go limp; the only things now keeping you up are your shaky, braced hands against the wall and his hold on you, and you feel like a bubble just about to burst.

"Aww, you gonna cum for me, Doll?" He whispers almost harshly against your ear, his tone playful and full of sadistic glee. When you nod frantically he laughs, dark and mocking, "Do it baby, lemme see you."

It's exactly what you need.

Your juices drip down your thighs as you clench around him like a vice, and his hand releases your breast to slide up and cup over your mouth to keep you from screaming.

Ecstasy saturates your very blood, and you feel your cunt convulsing, your toes curling, and you reach your peak with a barely muffled cry, your release gushing down your legs.

Any thought of shame at the utter debaunced indecency of what you did and allowed to happen, is forgotten as  pure bliss clouds your senses, sagging back against Dabi's chest, spent.

His body is tense against you, as it takes all of his willpower to not fuck you right then and there in front of everyone, but he wants you to himself, so he endures; breathing heavily into your neck as he mutters, voice strained and husky, "Good girl."

If you could, you would come all over again just from that.

You moan softly as he pulls his fingers out, bringing it to the front of your face to see them glistening in your juices, sticky and stringy where he spreads them, before bringing them up and back. Your eyes helplessly follow them as he brings it to his mouth, lapping at them with a soft groan.

Your chest heaves at the sight as you stand there, dizzy and in disbelief, catching your breath.

He grins, a cheeky little thing, "I said I never got a taste."

You just stare at him, trying to wrap your mind around what the hell just happened; so out of it, you almost don't notice the train slowing down, announcing your arrival to yet another station......and you notice that you missed your stop.

Shit.

Though before you could panic, he speaks into your ear.

"This is our stop, Sweetheart."

Heart racing, you turn around to face him, after he steps back, allowing you space. Flushed and confused, you hastily fix your clothes to be somewhat presentable as you look up at him; at his dilated pupils and the unmistakable hunger in his eyes as he watches you intently.

And you realize what he means. The sweet, titillating promise in his words and what he plans to do with you: to you.

Once you do, you don't even have to think about it before you agree.

As the train comes to a halt and the crowd of people rush out of the carriage, you let Dabi lead you out to the platform, your veins thrumming with excitement.

So much for being a good friend, but you'll just have to apologize to her tomorrow.

You're finally going to have what you've been craving.

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[kidneybones]

My thoughts on sonamy, shadamy, sonadow that No one asked for

I do like Sonamy when it's done with genuine respect and that deep feeling of love for each other. They've been through it all and stuck up for each other. I really like Amy's new outlook on spreading love to the world, by being herself and the most supportive friend you know. And having that replace the overbearing obsession personality they made her have for like, too long. And Sonic now shows and even voices how he respects and even admires her. No longer actively avoiding her when their paths cross. When I see them shipped that's what I like to see.

Ok anyway they wouldn't be my preferred ship anyway. In like a totally fandom/fanfiction way their ideals on relationships just don't match. Sonic is not going to slow down even for Amy, and I just don't like versions of her that will "wait for him". She deserves better!! 😭😭😭 She deserves the love and attention she yearns and I can only imagine neither of them betraying their ideals like that. So... Sonamy.... Very cute but not the best and wouldnt last.

Now when you have Shadow. Here's the thing. I see him as truly, undoubtedly, able to be in either situation.

With Sonic, Shadow is the only person that would ever be able to keep up with him. And have no need to "slow down". In the version where he loves Sonic I don't even think he'd have that thought . Why would he. They are perfectly able to be free together. The witty banter, the competitiveness, the one upping. Just their way of flirting and showing love.

And if it's Amy he's in love with, Shadow is 💯% able and willing to stay in place just for her. He can't believe someone has that genuine kindness, along with her fierceness when she's ready to bring it on! Amy could be her loving self, and Shadow would take it all in. Her ability to be compassionate and understanding, we know are traits Shadow admires the way we know he is able to stay by someone's side. I can see Amy so happy with someone she can spend time with, share her hobbies with, and gets along with so well. She already sees the side of Shadow many people don't, even when he's trying to hide it. But the way his walls can fall just around her I just know they could find love and happiness together.

I hope you can tell my bias and I absolutely have 0 expectations of any Shadamy and Sonadow actual cannon happening. This is like, specifically what these ships would be like in the stage play my brain makes up.

And of course, you can't leave out polycule shipping. Personally it's not a ship I have specific interests in, but the ensuing hijinks that come from it are so sweet/hilarious I openly welcome seeing.

[youaremy-parkfilter]

Y'all always make fun of trashkookers and say their ship has sunk... until Taehyung posts some shit deliberately to revive them🤣 (call me an anti if you'd like, but deep down we ALL know it's true). I wouldn't be so cocky if I were you lot.

Hi anon

"until taehyung posts some shit deliberately to revive them" yes, that's the point which I decided to respond to this anon.i get a lot of asks but mainly are from 🗑️🧑‍🍳 so I ignore.

Everyone knows what you said is ABSOLUTELY right. Yes everyone, their mom and servants know what you said is right. He posts dumb namedrop jungkook. And WE all have seen it absolutely when. When paris *cough* *cough* oh the weather is so cold here, i can't say anything 🫣. Yes used many more times! Lets rewind ⏪ and say he dumbed the "so pretty i could die" thing during AYS promotion era out of nowhere lol. Like anon said, he feed that cult a lot! They watch, they monitor and they knows what their audience need. And sadly majority of the fandom being 🗑️🧑‍🍳 s, its easy too ! :(

If you are asking me to believe the "proof" these trashes got, sorry I can't. I'm a human I won't be able to survive in a titanic under sea.

This is how I feel it being in titanic!!

Like !? You stan , you claim them to be your fan, you claim that you'd die for BUT ! BUT you can't even recognise his voice 🙄 you can't even recognise their face in 4k

I'm just a human who use eyes to see things and brain to think not the opposite or other ways like 🗑️🧑‍🍳 do ! I'm sorry i have no ability to see the christmas trees as jungkook , wall paints as jungkook 😔🥺 i wish i was this shameless and useless one!

"Deep down we ALL know its true"

Who is this ALL anon? 😅 Feeding and deliberately posting shits are different my dear anon. I have never seen such a move from the side of Mr.Jeon. someone please tell him that he is also a part of this >.< Come on bro, debunk the shits that we are saying!!

Ha!!

So anon you tell me how we cannot be cocky when theories get debunk before its made up

Oops !

I have no problem with taehyung and jungkook, which are my babies. But I do have problem with 🗑️🧑‍🍳 for being the most ridiculous trashes in this world.

👆 the moment jungkook joined conversation, 🗑️🧑‍🍳 lost it ! You can't imagine my happiness when this happened right infront of my eyes ! They still believe that jikook don't see each other and were together only for '5 weeks' lol, idk from where they're coming up with these !

Desperate much !? Here is another 🗑️ praying to almighty, to seperate the 2 who already spend 436days together ( when i say together it doesn't means they're hip attached 24x7. They're in military not on a honeymoon. Thats the problem of YOUR mind set!! )

Lol, anon if I'm surrounded by these people tell me how can I not be cocky !? Its so funny to see them going womp womp under every post with their narratives

Wanna see?

Like said , what has AYS to do with music? Does it have an6to do with the category "favourite on screen" ? Yes ! Thats a travel variety show

Tell me how can I not be cocky 😭🙏 tell meee😭😭😭

You check their account and see a pinned taekook post , i was not surprised, you shouldn't be too ! Because DON'T EXPECT ANYTHING WITH A SENSE from 🗑️🧑‍🍳

If I post all the nonsense said by them , i might run out of space

This is a place where i share about jikook.

Throughout these many words i never tried to put my theory of jikook right ? Like "they are married from usa and have one kid from africa and other from japan and own a 10-story building and a pet called ..." No right ? Let me tell you a secret, i trust you don't tell anyone 🤫 i have no theories in oven about jikook 😔 i just believe what I see. Their bond, how it evolved, how comfortable THEY ARE with eachother. Their giggles, goofiness, their 'my shrimp my mura ham and gandhi ' moments. Just them. Let them be please . Traveling around the world even in their tight schedule just to create memories in thoughts of what if ... Traveling to their favorite spots just to eat ,relax and do whatever they want in thought of what if we didn't enli- . Checking timeline its obvious one can understand they planned AYS in the middle of enlistment processes. I'm not explaining that part here as everyone knows it! They wanted it to be together, the lottery they won ! Love is true ! Win is true !

No theories No manipulation , just a story of 27 year old took his 29 year old hyung as a companion to ms as a support system

We all are waiting for their return on june 11th , again nothing just the prayers for their health and happiness

-🍁

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Hello, love! I l absolutely adore your blog, I was wondering if you have any tips/notes on writing someone else's biography? In my case, this is a living person I am very close to, but anything would help. Thank you so much!

Writing Notes: Biography

Biography - A detailed third person account of another person’s life story.

Contains basic information about the subject’s life—like their place of birth, education, and interests.

May also chronicle relationships with family members, as well as major events in the subject’s childhood and how those influenced their upbringing.

Details the various accomplishments and life events of a real person, but it’s more than facts and figures—it comes to life with great stories told from beginning to middle to end.

Tips on How to Write a Biography

To write the story of a person’s life, you need to know more than just the basic facts. A good biography delves into what is really interesting about a person’s life—noteworthy achievements, moments of adversity, and major turning points. The best biography can encapsulate a subject’s entire life in an engaging way and provide enough personal details to give the reader an intimate look at their character. If you’re interested in writing a biography, the following steps can get you started:

Get permission. Once you’ve chosen the subject of the biography, seek permission to write about their life. While in some cases it may not be necessary (like if the subject is a public figure or deceased), getting permission will make the research portion of your writing process much easier. If the subject is willing to be biographied, they may provide significant details about their own story up front that will help make your writing about them more compelling.

Do your research. Regardless of how much you know about your subject, an extensive amount of research is necessary to paint a thorough picture of this person. If they’re a historical figure, include information about the time period they lived in and how it affected the way they lived their life. Primary sources are firsthand accounts of your subject’s life and tend to be the most reliable sources. These can include journal entries, emails, interviews, or memoirs. A primary source can also be any other information the subject has provided, such as a personal website, Twitter bio, social media account or professional bio. Secondary sources, like magazines or documentaries, can also be used if the information is proven accurate.

Visit significant places in their life. A place, whether that’s a city, a rural house, or a bodhi tree, can carry a particular energy that you can only truly experience by being there. In putting the pieces together about someone’s life, it may be useful to go visit where they grew up, or where other significant events of their lives happened. It will be easier to imagine what they experienced, and better tell their story.

Form your thesis. Your first paragraph or chapter should inform the reader what they will learn about this person from this biography. A thesis makes a declaration about the biographee which the rest of the biography will provide relevant information to support.

Choose your focus. Knowing how you'd like to divide the story and what points you'd like to discuss will help you determine what information is most important. For example, if the focus of your biography is on someone's service in a war, then you wouldn't need to spend a lot of time on their early career as a salesman, unless that had an impact on their actions during the war.

Make a timeline. A biography usually structures the main points of a person’s life in chronological order. Knowing the order of key events before you start writing can save you the hassle of having to reorganize your whole story later.

Use flashbacks. While writing the text of your biography, you may want to intercut between an experience from your subject’s adult life and one from their high school days. Using flashbacks allows the author to introduce relevant past information to the reader without bogging them down with paragraphs of background exposition.

Include your thoughts. A biography isn’t just a transaction of facts. A biographer can share their own feelings and opinions on their subject’s life. If the subject did something noteworthy, the author may include why they feel that moment was significant, how it was affected by the time period, and what it meant for society as a whole. This will support why this person deserves to be written about and keep the audience reading from the first sentence to the last.

Consider your audience. The key to writing a great biography is really found within this idea: choose facts that are both relevant and interesting to your audience. In order to do this, you should consider why the biography is needed and who will be reading it, then focus on those areas of the person's life that the audience will likely want to know about.

Get feedback and polish the text. If you’re going to publish your own biography, you’ll have to polish it to professional standards. After leaving your work to rest for a while, look at it with fresh eyes and edit your own manuscript eliminating passive voice, filler words, and redundant adverbs. Then, have a professional editor give you a general assessment. They’ll look at the structure and shape of your manuscript and tell you which parts need to be expanded on or cut. As someone who edited and commissioned several biographies, Tom Bromley points out that a professional “will look at the sources used and assess whether they back up the points made, or if more are needed. They would also look for context, and whether or not more background information is needed for the reader to understand the story fully. And they might check your facts, too.” Importantly, make sure to include a bibliography with a list of all the interviews, documents, and sources used in the writing process. You’ll have to compile it according to a manual of style.

Some basic facts about the person:

date and place of birth (and death, if applicable)

current location of residence

educational background

professional experience

area of expertise

major achievements

These elements don’t all have to be included in every bio. Consider what makes the most sense in light of the story of the person the bio is about and the purpose for which the bio is being created. Use that information to determine what parts of a biography need to be included.

In-Depth Information. A few key components you may want to include in a longer biography are:

birth and childhood - Providing details about the time and place someone was raised will give your readers historical context.

adult life - The majority of your biography is probably going to focus on the subject's adult life, when significant events started to unfold. Focus on notable events, such as the start of a relationship, a dramatic life change or another major turning point.

death - If the subject of your story is deceased, you'll probably want to cover the events that unfolded before their passing. What legacy did they leave behind?

interesting facts or anecdotes - Share interesting stories about the individual’s life story, selecting things that will be engaging to readers or particularly relevant to the purpose for which the biography is being written

quotes about the person - If the person has been the subject of articles, books or news stories, consider working in a few quotes illustrating what others have said about the individual.

photograph of the person - Include a photo of the person.

Writing for an Unknown Audience. Of course, you won't always know who your target audience is — if you're writing a book, for example, you can't always tell who will read it. In these cases, it's safe to assume that those who will read the biography are interested in the person, and that's why they're reading.

In such a situation, a good approach is to focus primarily on what makes this person special, and target your research accordingly.

A biography about someone who achieved a great scientific discovery may focus on the person's education and early experiments that led to the great discovery.

It may also talk about how the discovery impacted the person’s life, the lives of others, or the individual’s profession or field of study.

These are the things that people reading about the subject are probably interested in learning.

Examples of Famous Biographies

No Ordinary Time: Franklin and Eleanor Roosevelt: The Home Front in World War II by Doris Kearns Goodwin

Alexander Hamilton by Ron Chernow

Churchill: A Life by Martin Gilbert

Her Own Woman: The Life of Mary Wollstonecraft by Diane Jacobs

Hans Christian Andersen: The Life of a Storyteller by Jackie Wullschlager

Sources: 1 2 3 ⚜ More: Notes & References ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs

Thanks so much for your kind words, you are too lovely! Here are some tips and notes from different sources. Choose which ones are most appropriate for your writing. All the best with the biography!

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Collecting my angsty thoughts about Tarquin from Lost In Your Eyes and his guilt about everything and putting them here because I NEED to talk about them

SUUUUPER long post after the read more just so you know (oh, and mentions of death, guilt, hallucinations, and angst and all that fun stuff - so keep that in mind before you continue)

Anyway, I love Lost In Your Eyes and have so many thoughts, so here they are transcribed from the discussion on the Discord (practically just me talking to myself but hey. Also, wow, hi, I realize if you're on the Discord you might have no idea who I am because this is the one social I have that's not the same username so I can hide from my IRL friends just in case - anyway, I'm Shadow. Continue forth with this knowledge my friends):

I wrote about it a bit in my fix-it fic, but I love considering how guilty Tarquin must feel about losing his entire crew. That’s 53 people he lost. People he cared about and knew by name - and I imagine him to have cared about every single one of them. Imagining how it would slowly break his spirits over time watching them pass one by one and not being able to do anything about it. And yet he has to ignore his emotions because he has the remaining crew members to care about and to keep alive - he can’t fail them, too (though he soon proves to himself that he very much can over and over and over again, no matter how hard he tries. He can’t understand why he can’t just keep them alive)

By the time there’s only 3 of them, he’s barely keeping himself together. The dread he feels as the number ticks down to 2 remaining isn’t comparable to anything in the world (Imagine him by that crew member's side, desperately trying to hold himself together and stop himself from crying as he silently begs for him to stay with them. Because they're so close to land. And after it doesn't work - because of course it doesn't - he sits there on the floor holding the hand of his second to last remaining crew member, which is already becoming colder by the second - and cries) - they’d been so close to getting even 3 of them to safety, and yet he couldn’t even do that.

And then the last one dies (and to make it worse, he dies right after an act of pure betrayal, taking down his beloved Amanda in the process, which could not have been easy for him to process. They'd been traveling together for 3 years, he probably trusted him the most, and then he does that? Without explanation? It must have hurt so bad) and it’s just him and he hates it. He doesn’t think he deserved to survive as opposed to everyone else. He could have taken someone’s place. He was the captain, he should have put his crew first.

He has nightmares for the rest of his life about every member of his crew at least once. He remembers all of their faces so vividly. They’re begging for help, for him to do something. To save them. And he never can. He's just forced to watch.

It doesn’t help that the same thing happened to Amanda. He finally gets to her and yet, she dies, too. He couldn’t save his crew and he couldn’t save Amanda - the one person in the world that he should be able to save, even if he couldn’t save everyone else. He feels like everyone he grows to care about will befall the terrible fate of death and there’s nothing he can do about it. He blames himself endlessly for her death, wondering if he could have saved her (and the rest of his crew) if he’d just done something differently. He regrets ever even leaving when he could have just stayed with Amanda and nothing would have gone this way

And I feel like he'd be terrified to make any future friendships or connections because he thinks that he's going to end up getting them killed in one way or another - and so he ends up isolating himself. Maybe he deliberately spends another 3 or more years at sea on his own. Maybe it's a way for him to feel like he's making up for their deaths or asking for forgiveness or whatever but it just makes him feel worse in the end

Oh and I imagine he hates sailing now, too but he does it anyway because he feels like he has to. Because if he stops he has to find something else to do and he doesn't know what else he could do (though he's starting to doubt he can even sail, either). Any joy he used to feel from having the wind in his face and the smell of the ocean is gone. Maybe the smell of salt makes him feel sick now

Thinking about Tarquin watching the waves for those 3 other years he goes back out on his own wondering why they haven't consumed him yet. Why they decide to spare him even after everything he's done and how he doesn't deserve their mercy. How he would almost rather the waves be harsh and unforgiving. Maybe the challenge would distract him. Maybe it would make it easier to pretend that surviving the tough storms would be like his crew was forgiving him, even a little bit

(I had a whole thing in my fic about how he feels like he doesn't deserve to sail anymore and that Amanda would be so much better at it because she managed to do his 3 year journey in so much less time. And on her own - and yet he could barely even get 3 people across the ocean alive even after his years of experience. I think if she did somehow survive and they needed to return, he would have stepped down from his position as captain and made her do all of the sailing of the ship feeling as though he wasn't worthy of the position and that she was just so much better at it)

Imagining Tarquin during his time alone at sea hallucinating members of his crew or Amanda - especially Amanda. How much it would hurt him to realize that they were fake. Maybe at some point he's so disoriented for one reason or another he mistakes the hallucination as real and breaks when he realizes it's not. The amount of hope he would feel - however futile or impossible - thinking that someone of his crew managed to survive despite everything. And then it disappears and suddenly he's so terribly alone again

Imagining him in front of the hallucination of Amanda begging for forgiveness. Maybe the hallucination accepts (Amanda would) but maybe it’s more Tarquin’s perception of how he thinks she’d react and so she doesn’t accept and he understands why she wouldn’t. Maybe he even thinks he deserves it. Maybe it even convinces him that Amanda hates him now. Whatever happens I think it would break his spirits even more

Meanwhile, Amanda watching from the afterlife with sadness watching Tarquin’s mental state decline over time and being unable to do anything about it

Actually, imagining her actually being on the boat with him as a ghost. She can’t do anything to support him physically, of course, but she’s trying her best to protect him, hoping that somehow he can sense her there - maybe that’s why his boat is so safe despite everything

Maybe Tarquin actually sees her ghost one time but he doesn’t believe it’s real - because it can’t be - but he talks to her anyways because that’s what he’s done every other time he’s seen her. And she tries so hard to be there for him, trying to comfort him. He can’t feel her touch, but he imagines it anyways. And for the briefest of moments it’s like she’s there again. For that brief moment - nothing more than a second - everything is okay again. And then it’s not. Because she’s not really there.

He can’t hear her desperate attempts to try and get him to just take care of himself

An in a different universe, imagining Tarquin eventually deciding to head home after the events of the play. He realizes he needs to tell all of the families of his crew about how their family members are dead. They probably knew the risks but he still feels terrible thinking about telling them (even if they don’t know his entire crew died). But he feels obligated to tell them, because that was their family member.

Thinking about him realizing he’ll need to tell Amanda’s mother that she’s dead. He knows he can’t wait to do that because that’s her mother. So one of the first things he does when he gets back is goes to Amanda’s house (what was Amanda’s house, he supposes) and knocks on the door. She is not excited to see him and probably asks about Amanda, but he asks to be let in so they can talk because he can’t do this outside and it feels more respectful if they’re both sitting. He’s not very good at hiding his grief - he almost certainly hasn’t been sleeping well - and so she lets him in.

And then he has to tell her. He probably has to force the words out because he doesn’t want to say them. Maybe he’s still in denial, but either way saying them aloud hurts him even more. Amanda’s mother is almost certainly angry at him (because of course she is. She always had this negative impression of him in the first place and this just proves all of her worries - how Amanda should have never been with Tarquin in the first place. Hell, maybe Tarquin even agrees with her now. Because if he hadn’t fallen in love with her, then maybe she would have still been alive. And even if they weren’t together, at least Amanda would have been happy and alive doing something different and with someone else), and he certainly doesn’t make himself sound much better, after all, he’s been blaming himself for her death this entire time. And so he sits there and just takes it as she yells at him, and he probably thinks he deserves it.

That was a lot, but I just have so many thoughts and I need to put them somewhere - thank you so much for reading my crazy collection of thoughts, I hope it didn't hurt too much

[aikoiya]

Hmm... For starters, I wouldn't so much say that ALL monsters would be put in prison.

Though, even if they were, then I think their jailtime could vary widely depending on the individual case. For the most part, if a monster was questioned about whether or not they attacked Frisk or had been supportive of the human extermination plan, then if they were honest & didn't hide anything, then that at least would be a point or 2 in their favor.

However, then it would be a question of how they answered. Like, in the case of monsters who attacked Frisk, do they understand that what they did was wrong? Do they even realize that they're in some sort of trouble? Like, do they just tell the police what happened all matter-of-fact & unashamed?

At the same time, those who were cooperative & admitted to their guilt would likely be given leniency.

Again, it'd depend. Not to mention, I doubt many of them would have registered lawyers, concidering that if Monsters even had lawyers in the Underground, then those lawyers would need to take the Bar on the Surface in order to be allowed to practice in human society. As such, the monsters would probably need to be given lawyers by the state.

Anyway, I imagine that there'd be an investigation to figure out what all happened to the fallen humans from start to finish. Possibly taking whatever witness testimonies they can & getting DNA testing done on the corpses. And depending on how long ago some of them were killed, then they may even need to use some pretty unorthodox investigation methods like opening an Ancestry account in order to try & discover who they might be based on old documentation. Because, if DNA testing hadn't been invented at the time, then the human probably wouldn't be in any digital registry. If so, then they might be able to identify them by using Ancestry to locate their closest living relatives, then work back from there. Sure, it'd take a lot of time, but what else would they be able to do?

But that's a bit of a segue.

Anyway, Toriel & Asgore, I think, would be exempt from this particular call out.

But I will say that Papyrus, as always, would be one of the ones who'd accept it the easiest & is liable to be the most repentant. Not to mention that, upon understanding the why behind things, he'd first be utterly distraught & I can even see him weeping a bit theatrically because of it.

Like, "I AM SUPPOSED TO BE THE COOLEST, BUT NOW I AM A DELINQUENT CRIMINAL! NYOHOHO!!"

However, upon getting it out of his system. He'd likely endeavor to be the most well-behaved inmate possible. Possibly even becoming a favorite of the facility's staff & actively aiding his fellow inmates in rehabilitation.

Heck, I could even see him protecting a guard during a riot, thus possibly reducing his sentence even further. Maybe even expediting his release & getting out early with parole for good behavior. (Still a question of his age, though.)

Sans... Yeah, he might be a bit stung by the jab, but I don't think he'd show it. Though, depending on how many Resets he's been through, he may shoot his own jab right back at Frisk.

And, how he'd behave during incarceration would really depend on Papyrus. Like, if Pap was only younger than Sans by a few skeleton years, then they'd at least be in the same facility. And in such a case, he'd have his bro there to keep him behaving. However, if Pap was a minor, he'd be put in juvie & while I don't think such would really change how Pap would behave too much beyond worrying about his brother. I do think it'd change Sans' behavior.

For one, if Pap were there, then Sans would likely spend most of his time keeping an eye on his brother. Ya know, protecting him? Because they'd be surrounded by human criminals. And if Frisk had gone through with even a Neutral run before, where he only killed those he couldn't figure out how to spare, then I see Sans being very cautious of letting Pap be near any adult human on his own. Because if a human child was capable of all that, then the prospect of an adult human must be terrifying.

But without Pap there, I can see Sans being on edge at almost all times. (Though, I do wonder how the human authorities are managing to keep the monsters in the prison. Not to mention how they're managing to keep them from using their magic.)

Either way, I think that Sans would be the one who'd fully process their own hypocrisy the quickest, but I also think that he wouldn't care. And, I can honestly see him being one of the problem inmates, just in a more passive-aggressive way than Undyne. Provided that the authorities manage to catch him. Because, again, the monsters have magic & Sans, specifically, has one very useful ability for this situation.

I find it hard to imagine that the monsters wouldn't use that advantage. Like, would he really not shortcut his boney booty outta there?

As for Undyne, I think she'd be the one who'd struggle the most with realizing that her double-standards in regards to humans, were double-standards. Not because she's not smart enough to do so, but because she'd still be in the mindset of "monsters good, humans bad." Which might result in a belief that the monsters were justified despite behaving just as badly.

Alphys & Metaton, like Sans, I see being quick to recognize the double-standard for what it was. However... It's possible that, like how Alphys did in the game, she might try to hide what all she had done. Though, mostly in a fit of terror.

Recall that Alphys lied about the situation with the Amalgamates for who knows how long. Then, she lied to Frisk practically the entire time they knew each other. And though she was trying to improve, I can't help but think that her instinct upon realizing that she was in trouble might've been to protect herself. And even if she was debating with herself on what to do, I wouldn't be surprised if Metaton encouraged her to get rid of evidence of their involvement. Possibly even using her expertise to edit all of the Metaton footage where he attacks Frisk to make it look like Frisk was edited in over some sort of stunt double by a very skilled editor. That way, any other monsters who say that Metaton was going to take Frisk's soul, could feasibly be chaulked up to a publicity stunt to drive up ratings while playing along with the general atmosphere of the Underground.

The real issue would be with Frisk if he found out & whether he'd go along with the scheme to keep them out of jail.

Though, this is mostly just my thoughts.

What if the mayor of the city near MT Ebott welcomed the monsters with open arms?

But he's the younger brother of the human that fell down before Frisk...

The mayor's older brother was the Justice Soul.

The mayor has a daughter with a soul of patience.

The mayor also has a fondness for cowboys and has a soul of kindness.

The mayor is kinda traumatized by losing his brother.

The mayor ironically became quite close with Asgore (his brother's killer).

When the mayor finds out the truth about what Asgore and the monsters have done.

He feels heartbroken, betrayed and hatred begins to fill his once kind soul.

The monsters were put on trial, but the judge decides that only Asgore, Toriel, Undyne, Alphys, Mettaton, Papyrus, Sans and the Royal Guard (the main monsters that hurt Frisk) should go to prison.

The mayor is outraged that so many other monsters that hurt Frisk and wanted to hurt other humans can be set free.

So, the mayor decides to make the monsters living in his city feel like it's a prison.

It was horrible; despite the rest of the monsters being free to go, many humans glare, insult and even attack them over their past actions inside the mountain.

The mayor's anti-monster propaganda doesn't help.

Even the humans that the monsters befriended don't trust them anymore.

It's gotten so hard to live in the city, that many monsters returned to MT Ebott.

But it wasn't enough for the mayor, he wants them all to disapear from his life forever.

The mayor then discovers a Corrupted Gaster (or evil creature from the void).

The void creature offers to help the mayor create a time machine, to prevent the Justice Human from ever entering the mountain.

The mayor could place giant boulders on both entrances to the mountain, so the beast can rot down there, and future kids will be safe.

The void creature convinces the mayor to kidnap Frisk and place them in a magical coma (Frisk's determination and reset powers are the main power source for the machine).

Flowey tried to protect Frisk, but he got captured as well.

The void creature also convinces the mayor to kidnap monster children (including Monster Kid) to harvest the magic of their souls.

Since monster souls fade away quickly, the monster children will be kept alive and imprisoned until the machine is ready.

The mayor is quite hesitant about doing this part until the creature says: "King Asgore didn't hesitate to harvest your brother's soul, so why should you care what happens to these beasts?"

"What about Frisk?"

"Frisk tried to hide the truth to protect all the monsters... Frisk is just as guilty as they are."

The mayor's soul gets darker.

The mayor's daughter is horrified by what her father is becoming.

The daughter promises Monster Kid that she'll find a way to save everyone.

If she freed all of them now, her father would notice and recapture them.

The daughter only frees Flowey, tells him everything and then they tell the imprisoned main monsters.

The main monsters bust out of jail and become fugitives to save Frisk, despite everything they've been through.

The 'time machine' is actually a giant device that will plunge the world into the void, but the mayor doesn't know this.

Asgore and Toriel try to convince the mayor that revenge will only make things worse.

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I know I've talked a lot about Alhaitham actually being one of the funniest characters in Genshin Impact, but every time I think about him, I find something new to laugh at.

Alhaitham's character stories and personal criticisms of Kaveh largely hinge on one specific point: That Kaveh's genius intellect and artistic abilities are incongruous with his idealism. Kaveh possesses more talent than a selfless person should reasonably have, leaving him vulnerable to constantly being taken advantage of.

However, Alhaitham states these complaints about Kaveh's personality while having the exact same problem himself.

Alhaitham is literally the definition of "personality and talents do not match." Sir, you are the pot calling the kettle black.

It's a given: Alhaitham is exceedingly competent. He is intelligent, rational, and capable of being impartial when needed. Despite being a slacker as the Akademiya's scribe, during his stint as the Acting Grand Sage, the game goes out of its way to note--in several places--that Alhaitham was actually going above and beyond what was expected of him, taking the position very seriously, uncovering and fixing major issues in the Akademiya, and demonstrating a deep care for the sanctity and future of the Akademiya as a whole when Sumeru's people's will to research and learn declined after the collapse of the Akasha.

By all accounts, Alhaitham is (was) a fantastic Grand Sage. Compared to Azar, who is shown as inherently self-aggrandizing and unconcerned with Sumeru's well-being, Alhaitham genuinely did his best during his brief time as Sumeru's leader, protecting students' research, concerning himself with how to address the people's problems, and even diving in to solve mysteries that normally would have been left for the matra. As Acting Grand Sage, we're told his behavior and judgments were fair, and he addressed problems immediately and with his full effort.

In short, there is literally no one else more qualified to be Grand Sage than Alhaitham.

And yet, despite possessing every talent needed to be the leader of a nation, Alhaitham doesn't have the personality for it. He has every single trait a good leader requires... And yet he refuses to be a leader. His own talent vastly exceeds the slow-paced life his personality leads him to seek, making his particular abilities more incongruous with his values than Kaveh's--by a mile. People keep trying to promote him into positions of leadership because his talents are so obvious, and yet he does everything in his power to deny his own abilities and instead fly under the radar--and under the level of his full potential too.

Awful hypocritical for you to claim Kaveh's talents don't match his personality when yours match even less, Alhaitham...

[wyvernity]

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[fisheito]

everyone gets a turn in the ridiculous skintight edmondsuit. or at least, .everyone SHOULD

[danieyells]

Of note is that Romeo hates Frostheim. The Frostheimers talk ill of him and whisper when they see him, most likely because of his family/business history. Part of why he torments Kaito so much could be related to his distaste for Frostheim, and finding Kaito to be an easy Frostheimer to push around. Nobody cares about Kaito so nobody will really stop him from harassing him.

As for Kaito's debt, that's a continuing issue because Kaito has a gambling problem--he doesn't go on missions or have a job so his income is mostly from gambling winnings and most likely from taking loans from Romeo, which he ultimately fails to pay off. In his character story when the pc goes to his room she notes that he has a bunch of sneakers lined against the wall(and covered with a sheet I believe) so he probably spends recklessly.

It's important to remember that the bracelet Romeo got from the grave has the same symbol as Kaito's pendant--and thus is some sort of item from that powerful family we learned about. Taiga mentions how greedy Romeo is--and Romeo says that Kaito doesn't know the value of the pendant. Perhaps he could just take it, sure, but perhaps it's an artifact and he can't just take it away--Kaito needs to give it to him willingly? And after getting the bracelet Romeo says he won't let anyone take it from him--perhaps the pendant and bracelet are both cursed in some way and the people who hold them become fiercely possessive of them.

As for the way he speaks to him almost affectionately and touches Kaito, he does the same to the PC(wrapping an arm around their shoulders and speaking to them with a "seductive" voice when originally telling them to get the prototype for him, wrapping an arm around their waist and saying they should go off alone when Kaito doesn't comply with him) and sometimes speaks very sweetly to Hyde as well. That's very likely to just be Romeo's way of getting things from other people--turn up the charm hard. Of course it doesn't work but Romeo's probably used to doing it--high society is a world of lying and faking to get your way and all that. In regards to the stripping and caging, Romeo has a home screen line where he threatens to do the same to the PC, which kind of suggests that's actually just a way he punishes some people with some regularity. It seems unique because we've only seen him do it to Kaito so far, and Kaito obviously hasn't seen him do it to anyone else. But arguably the pc is also of value/special, and it may be that he punished people he finds valuable or special or sees as 'his' in some way that way, as opposed to the way he was simply going to shoot and kill Ritsu and the PC.

The casino didn't exist until Taiga became captain shortly after the Clash--before then it sounds like it was an informal gambling den. As such, Romeo had nothing to do with it--he hates gambling, and it seems like he only manages the casino now because it's a business he can profit from and Taiga, as the owner, is doing little to manage it himself. Romeo can't bear to lose things of value to him because he's already lost so much. In contrast Kaito seemed to suggest that he participated in the gambling den before it became the casino, which means he would have been involved in something Romeo had no personal interest in. Considering the Frostheimers whisper about Romeo and Romeo has some knowledge about Yuri's departure from Frostheim and Romeo used to be very well off and his family is the equivalent of Gucci, I can imagine Romeo spent time around Frostheim with people he felt were in his social class, whereas Kaito spent time around Sinostra gambling--ultimately causing them to just pass by one another as opposed to share any space.

Kaito and Romeo have also been mutually rejected by Frostheim to some degree--which may fuel Romeo's finding Kaito appealing, whether in a 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend' way or a 'they don't like you so I want you to succeed' way. At one point Romeo tells Kaito that he's a ghoul and he needs to act like it, suggesting he does want Kaito to improve. Having Kaito go on the inter-house squad mission could be putting Kaito more in debt to him, opening opportunities for Kaito to owe him(by possibly saving him or by getting him some favorable marks for going on a mission), or trying to help Kaito toughen up and be a better ghoul. Romeo could also perceive Kaito as a sort of investment--Kaito would have to be the next Captain of Frostheim after all. That could get him money and power and influence and if he's close to Romeo in some way when he gets there then ultimately that could help him in the future.

I really do think it ties in to Kaito's pendant(and now the bracelet) though. The House of Ardici(which sounds Italian to me!) being a family of global influence and Kaito inheriting their pendant could suggest that Romeo, even if he doesn't think Kaito is related to them in a substantial way, sees some sort of value in Kaito himself(which would also add to him wanting Kaito to be a better ghoul in the long run) and Romeo wanting to capitalize on it--but for that he would need Kaito alive. Given the way Romeo says he won't let anyone take the bracelet from him, his inherent greed may be of magical origin(like a side effect of his pact, perhaps) or the bracelet itself is affecting him(and he may be affected by the pendant itself in some way that maybe doesn't affect Kaito?)

All we really have is speculation but. It's definitely kind of one of the bigger 'storylines' of sorts among the characters lol it'll be a long time before it's addressed again I'm sure but I'm glad we learned about the pendant this last episode. It very well might be a 'the holder of this pendant inherits something from the House of Ardici' thing, but Romeo might need Kaito alive to get it in the long run. Kaito cares about the pendant because his grandmother left it to him when she died--he didn't know a thing about the family and as far as he knows his grandmother was just an ordinary old lady. Who knows if that's actually true though!

What do you think is going on with Kaito and Romeo?

I've posted this on Reddit and now I'm posting it here so I more people see it and talk to me!

Particularly I'm interested in why Romeo seems to be so clingy with Kaito. I know that there are already some explanations — Kaito's debt and Kaito's pendant — but don't you think Romeo is putting too much effort into this?

Regarding **debt**: does Romeo chase around everyone with debt on the regular basis? Also, the academy is clearly full on well-off students, it would make much more sense to concentrate on them. Kaito doesn't have money and he won't somehow get them out of nowhere (Luca is another discussion).

Regarding **pendant**: have you noticed that Romeo is trying to convince Kaito to give him the pendant, instead of taking it away by force? Throughout the chapters he hasn't really tried to take the pendant away, although I think Romeo's more than capable of it. He is stronger than Kaito and the latter didn't have any protectors before Luca (Tohma and Jin are also not shown to be close enough to Kaito to defend him in the past). Otherwise, there must have been tons of opportunities for Romeo to hurt or kill Kaito and take away the pendant, everyone dies left and right, even when they were on the mission — little accident, minus one ghoul, nobody would've probably suspected anything. Why hasn't Romeo taken the pendant away already?

Regarding **Romeo's time and effort**: despite being the busy man Romeo claims he is, he still finds time to regularly look around for Kaito, calling his name, and with a gun. He asks MC for Kaito's schedule — twice. He spams Kaito with messages. He locks Kaito in the cage in his private office very few people know about — this is just another level, because why. He also takes Kaito on a mission with him, when being told that was his chance to assemble the best possible team — notably, he goes for Kaito before contacting his actual friends, and also has to threaten Kaito to go with him in first place. On the mission, it's Romeo's decision to split, and both times he takes Kaito with him, also physically dragging him and just casually intimidating him along the way.

Who would go that far for the indebted guy? Or even for a pendant? It's more like Romeo's interested in Kaito being constantly around, but also, why?

Regarding **Romeo's attitude**: he's the mix of tenderness and frustration when it comes to Kaito. The phrase he use to call him is *Doko itta no, dete oide?* which translates kinda like *Where have you gone? Come on, come out!* and is often used to talk to animals and kids. He also uses *Fuji-kun*, emphasising on either Kaito being his kouhai, or being on friendly terms with him. He's very touchy when it comes to Kaito — grabbing his hand, his collar, his ear, shaking his shoulders, clamping a hand over his mouth. It's not necessarily tender, but it seems that Romeo finds it absolutely natural to act towards Kaito in such way. Romeo's also often implying Kaito acts unreasonable towards him when not willing to comply, like when Kaito is hiding or running away from him, or when he doesn't want to go on the mission. One time he says something along the lines "there's more on the map than that, so just shut up and do as I say", implying it's in Kaito's interest to listen to him.

**Why does Romeo seem to be convinced that Kaito should be doing as he says without asking questions?**

Regarding **Kaito's attitude**: Kaito isn't shown to be super intimidated by Romeo. Yes, he runs away away from him, and in one voiceline he mentions he started getting chills when someone calls his name because of Romeo — so it's not like Kaito doesn't recognise Romeo as a threat. However, Kaito is constantly talking back and resisting. When talking to Romeo, Kaito openly questions his decisions, mocks him, swears at him, uses *omae*, simply disagrees and Romeo has to put *a lot of* effort to actually get Kaito to do something — and half of the time, Kaito doesn't do what is expected of him anyway. He talks to Romeo almost freely, definitely less scared than with Jin or with Tohma, or even with Ren or Jiro. Interestingly, Kaito uses *Romeo-san*, instead of *-senpai*, like with Tohma and Jin. Kaito also doesn't seem to have a clue about why Romeo is following him, but he's not interesting in figuring it out either, just "weird guy, ugh how annoying, does he ever stop".

Unlike Romeo who perceives his own actions as natural, justified as "Well I'm just collecting debt", Kaito openly talks about how strange Romeo acts towards him. Locked in the cage, he says "shut up, kidnapping creep" and "do you even realise how unhinged you sound" when Romeo says no one would save him from there... When MC says "he has certainly taken a liking to you", Kaito corrects "liking, more like stalking".

For now, no one except Luca and to some degree MC hasn't commented on Romeo's and Kaito's connection — do they know? Or do they don't care? Or both.

Regarding **timeline**: Kaito mentions Romeo has been on his tail for half of the year. Before that, he wasn't even in the gambling den. This lines up with the estimated time of the Clash. Does Romeo's interested in Kaito has something to do with the Clash? Did it just happen in the same time? Kaito says he has somehow avoided the Clash — he himself doesn't connect the Clash with Romeo's interest in him. Kaito doesn't seem to connect Romeo's interest with anything, implying it was sudden. It could be that the determining point of the Romeo's interest was the moment Romeo was looking at Kaito from a distance, if Kaito cannot remember any special confrontation. What doesn't line up is the warding card of Romeo standing above Kaito and looking at his pendant — judging by his expression, for the first time. Who wouldn't have remembered this situation? Another thing, Kaito mentions that he hasn't seen Romeo much before, and he wasn't even in the gambling den. So although Romeo justifies his hobby by collecting debt, he possibly wasn't that interested in collecting this debt initially, before that special point six month ago.

Regarding **paperwork**: Luca repays Kaito's debt in the prologue, another simple solution to Kaito repaying his debt and Romeo not having to go after him ever again. Yet Romeo claims "he still owes rate of interest, so it's not enough to buy his freedom". To which Luca replies "I'd like to see the paperwork then", and Romeo's muttering he "hates men with brain". Other than Kaito commenting on how he didn't know about the rate of interest (which could be written off as ignorance, and not necessarily as Romeo deceiving him), Romeo's comment suggests there might be something unclear with the documentation. Another important paper is the one Romeo threatens to show the MC when telling Kaito to join him on the mission. It is not the debt-related issue — MC already knows about it. It is something that Kaito feels to be embarrassed about, and something that allows Romeo to say "you really think you can say no?". In the prologue, when Romeo demands pendant, Kaito also replies with "this is one thing you will never get from me" — one thing? Does that mean Kaito agrees in some way Romeo can demand anything else? The paper which Romeo threatens to show the MC — which conditions are written there?

Let's assume that Kaito does owe Romeo more than money. What exactly is Romeo gaining in this situation? Why would he need specifically Kaito's compliance in the first place? Why Kaito of all people, of all ghouls. Okay, maybe Romeo thinks it's handy to get a guy who he can threaten to do anything. Why would he put so much energy into keeping Kaito close to him — especially on the occasions that could've used more catered to the situations ghouls, like the mission. Judging by how he addresses Kaito as "plebeian", he doesn't think Kaito's pendant connects him with the powerful family, plus he comments how Kaito doesn't know its true value. So Romeo is not after Kaito's potential prestige.

Romeo's behaviour doesn't make sense. It especially doesn't make sense considering he *is acting rationally* when it comes to missions, or his income, or dealing with others, which means there *is* an explanation for how he acts with Kaito — my guess, it directly or indirectly includes money, or another physical value.

What is notable, is that *Romeo is deliberately keeping Kaito close* and *monitors his actions*.

What are your thoughts? Have I missed something? I'd die to discuss, really. I see all these signs, but I can't really understand what it means. I know we are quite early in the story, but for the 13 chapters the story has been very consistent with the relationship between Romeo and Kaito, and Kaito's pendant. I'm super interested to know what others think!