#not unless they were my business casual stuff but anyways

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I think I remember you mentioning corset tops in some tags, so let me tell you that your fashion sense sounds amazing. I love when people are able to express themselves through clothing, it's always so cool, and your art is impeccable so I feel like that might be a good indicator too lol. love your blog!

AWH ty for lovin my art AND my alleged fashion sense 😏 i dont own a lot of corset tops- just like. Three (tho ngl i would like more) but i do have a. Particular style i suppose (enough of a style that people are semifrequent to compliment it). S’def real fun playin round with clothes and accessories :]

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[livingsurreal]

More thoughts and theories about our favorite Necromancer

My darlings, I have too many thoughts and my obsession is running wild. (How I missed you, hyperfocus). If you have read my last meta post about our Emmrich, here it is: First Meta Post

That is not a required read however. I am still wondering why anyone is reading my word vomit U_U

Anyway, I love reading other peoples theories, so please, send me yours. <3 And a lot of thanks and love for all you darlings who make this fandom such a beautiful and nice place. Especially to @jaal-ama-daravv - who makes the most beautiful videos, and writes such wonderful character studies.

Warning, from here on there will be spoilers as well as mentions of sex. If you don't want to read about any of that, do not read the rest.

Also pictures and way too many words. This is a ten page word document, save yourself while you can. I tend to go off on a tangent once I start writing. I am also well aware that not everyone will agree. This is just my personal read on Emmrich.

Now, after my first essay I have some more thoughts on Emmrich and Rook and specifically their intimate relationship.

Emmrich is such an interesting and baffling contradiction. On the one hand he is confident, self-assured, all manners and poise. He is smart, and he knows it. He has special gifts, and he knows it.  He is confident without being proud. He likes to teach others without being arrogant. He still likes to learn about new things and is, as far as I’ve seen, never judgmental about different beliefs and ways of life. (Unless someone treats him with disdain or bully him)

He is a man who is confident speaking of his thoughts and feelings and fears. How he just casually drops his thanatophobia is just astonishing. He is honest and open-minded in the best ways.

And then there is the other side of him. The wet kitten side of him. As open and honest as he is about his emotions, when we get to the meat of it, to the scary bit, the real feely bit, he locks up completely. As long as it is surface level (or he can pretend its surface level), everything is up for discussion. But once we reach deeper and touch *love* he gets so scared and refuses to admit and commit to his feelings. And as much *death* scares him, love scares him more.

So how does that influence his intimate relationship with Rook?

According to the banter with Lace “everyone knows about it”. He was rather surprised by that.

That tells us two things:

They were trying to be sneaky or at least keep their private business private.

They failed, massively.

Add to that Laces comment about them moving rather fast (when, where? I would have loved to have seen that. Comments like that just give me the feeling that we should have had some more cutscenes after the dinner date, to show us those two besotted fools).

But back to them moving rather fast. I would guess that they both did a lot of gazing lovingly at each other, blushing, spacing out while watching their darling, stollen kisses in the hallway when they thought no one was watching, stuff like that. Just being to besotted fools.

But moving fast usually includes sex. Lots of needy, sweaty sex. The inability to keep their hands of each other.

That moves us to the question of the day – did they have sex before their coffin time?

Let’s look at what we know about Emmrich. Emmrich is no virgin. That man has experience. He had past lovers. But what he tells us at that sweet diner date – “nothing serious for years.” We know not much else besides his crush on a boy in his youth and his fling with the Orlesian Art Lady. He is not someone to kiss and tell and that is appreciated. That man has class, and we love him for it.

So - nothing SERIOUS for years. If he hadn’t had ANY relationships in the past years, he would have said so. But what he says is that he did, in fact, have UNSERIOUS relationships in the last few years.

I would read that to be somewhere along the “fwb, lovers, affairs, paramours, companions, a fling, a little romance” line. Something not purely, but mainly physically driven. Someone you like and respect, you can go out and have a good time with, have lots of amazing sex with (b/c he is a living being and has his needs). Spending time with people he liked, was sexually attracted too, but nothing as serious as love. A physical relationship. A little thrill, some fluttering, but never that deep.

Not to say that those situationships would not have been romantic. He is (buried under all that resignation) a deeply romantic man. I am pretty sure he went on nice romantic dates with his previous paramours too. That this is something he just enjoys too much. Treating a companion with some quality time, not just in, but also out of the bedroom.

But after he’d given up on his dreams, he did not have any notion of those flings being more than a “enjoy the moment”. There was never the expectation of deeper feelings, beyond friendship, attraction and/or respect. All those romantic gestures were nothing more than a little bit of “play pretend”. To give himself the illusion of true romance, just for a little time.

Take the fact that you can go a “everything you do is creepy but I still flirt with you and I want you to throw me over that tombstone” and his comment on “the attraction of the forbidden”? This is not a relationship born of mutual respect and deeper feelings but out of purely physical attraction. And he is OK with that.

I want to repeat – Emmrich is very much okay with a casual, sexual affair. He does not require love to have a relationship with someone.

And then think about that Johanna calls Rook specifically his “paramour”. Which is a lover, especially an illicit one. This word was very specifically chosen by Johanna. For various reasons, I would think.

For one, I do believe that it is a dig at his dreams of the eternal flame. It’s a dig at him, that Rook is not his love, but his paramour. A lover for a time. To be parted from soon enough. B/c that silly dream of his, as if it ever would become reality.

Second, I think it is a comment on the way his relationships often went, especially in the past years. Those unserious flings of his. Never to amount to anything substantial.

Did he try to have something serious in the past? Oh yes, for sure. But it never worked out. Then he gave up his dream and just let himself have a good time with people he found to be nice and attractive.

To pick up my point of self-sabotage from my last meta post – I’ve come to a point where I believe Emmrich is a kind of chaser. I know someone like that and it’s so fucking tragic.

Emmrich feels deeply and strongly. When he falls in love with someone it’s a lot of emotion. But at that point it’s all dream, want, wish. As soon as someone returns these feelings - those dreams, wants and wishes become reality. And reality is scary. In this wishful dream about the eternal flame, there is no fear. No fights. No loss. But that is not reality. As soon as it becomes reality, he gets scared. Before, his feelings were no threat, because you can’t lose what you don’t have. Once those feelings are returned, there is a clear possibility of losing, of being lost, of being left behind.

Emmrich is not a chaser because he enjoys the hunt. He is a chaser because being loved by someone is scary. So damn scary. So, he starts to pick fights and is looking for excuses. From being the chaser, he becomes the chased. He is hunted by his fears, and his fight or flight instincts go all flight.

After years of this cycle he gives up. Resigns himself to flings and little romances without even thinking of more. Or so he thinks. Dreams like that don’t die, they just get buried.

And I’d think that there was not many, even of those short term flings, lately. His life revolves around work and Manfred.

Now remember he comments on Rook “showing unexpected interest in a new companion”.

First of all – unexpected.

They are a daring adventurer. He thinks of himself clearly as the more boring one, compared to Rook. He never expected any of those flirts. But he is clearly flattered.

Second – companion.

That was such a weird way of saying “hey do you like me?”. This whole “companion” thing does not scream “I have FEELZ for you/you have FEELZ for me” but rather, “I think you might want to spend some quality time with me”.

The possible answers - dashing good looks, kindness, his way of words.

He feels he is fortunate if Rook thinks him good looking. Hallo, Mr. Professor, sir… Have you looked in the mirror lately? Consider that he is meticulously grooming himself, takes his exercises daily in the morning. That man does not like himself aging. I think it is a reminder of how his pending death is a step closer every day. But it shows, to him, that his efforts of taking care of himself are not in vain. Or maybe it shows him that his age does not matter. Rook finds him attractive despite (or because) of his physical age.

Rooks comment on his very charming way of putting things makes him hope his years behind the lectern have proved useful. Hey *years* behind the lectern. Again, this is a way of saying his age is NOT a problem but a benefit.

If Rook remarks his kindness, he answers “you humble me”. It’s the one answer that does not touch his age/experience/looks. It’s a remark on an innate character trait he possesses. Kindness. His whole demeanor in this option shows he is actually touched. And maybe a bit baffled. He did not expect this, at all. Its like he sees his kindness not as an attractive trait. Which he should. He is nice without TM and its sexy as hell.

The next part is his statement “If your attentions go beyond charming flattery… that would interest me, indeed”. This reads to me not necessarily as “do you have feelings for me” but as “do you just enjoy the flirting, or do you want to do more than flirting?”

And oh boy, does he want to do more than flirting. I want to repeat my earlier statement – this man has given up on love. But some little fling with an exiting young adventure who was constantly, awkwardly flirting with him? Hell, yeah.

(I want to remind you that we were able to have mutually enjoyed flirts with Dorian as fem!Inky. You can flirt with someone and still never want to fuck them. And you are also perfectly able to want more than flirting without having deeper feelings. Like sweet, dump Shepaloo said it so eloquently “Lets bang, okay?”)

Again, I want to pick up a point of my last post, that this is all surface level thoughts. I do believe that their emotional attraction and depth of feelings go deeper, from the start. But how often does it take quite a bit of time to realize one’s own feelings. Especially this wonderful, silly man whose modus operandi is running away.

Now, an interested Rook can answer in an open “lets see where this goes” way. Mirroring his rather open idea of a little romance, a fling, some quality time. Something that does not have to end in an eternal flame, but a simple enjoyment and exploration of the moment.

Rook can also reply with a “I think they do.” – What Rook actually says is “I think they already…”

And conveniently Rooks answer here is cut short by our sweet boy Manfred. They get cut short, no matter what answer you choose, but in this specific case, I am convinced this was very much on purpose. What would the whole sentence have been?

“I think they already go way beyond flattery.” (?!?) Something along those lines. But that goes into danger zone. WAY into danger zone.

If Rook had finished that sentence, at that point in their budding romance? It would have been over before is all started. Too much, too soon. Too much for him, period.

Now we have the hard lock – their sweet romantic moment in the Memorial Gardens. And he is smitten. He fell hook, line, and sinker for his own play pretend. Just a little romance, but that man is falling, fast. (Not that he would admit that to himself).

A beautiful date, all arranged by Emmrich, to spend time with Rook. Because a couple should have a quite moment to get to know each other. I mean there were menu cards with gilded edges, ffs. And, oh yes, they were “lets dig into the feelings”, he said couple. He is falling, falling, falling fast. But it still hasn’t hit him, how deep he has fallen for his darling Rook. Poor Emmrich.

Then a fight, where we really see the wet kitten side of him for the first time. A little wet, feral kitten, hissing at the hand that’s trying to feed it.

Emmrich is lashing out for no good reason (or no good reason for anyone but himself). There is no real confidence there but a desperate act of pretending. An iron (slipping) grip, trying to control himself and the narrative. Shoulders squared, back straight, an arrogant stance, raised chin, turned half-away from Rook, and a condescending way of talking to Rook.

Like I said in my last post – he is working his way up to breaking up with them. And he tells himself it’s like ripping off a bandaid. Be strong and confident and say what you have to say, and they will see the wisdom of that.

It’s only that, they don’t. Because there IS NO wisdom in what he is doing right now. They don’t take his bullshit but throw it back at him. They don’t accept his mock excuses.

Look at him here, how he looks down ON them. I can’t recall any other time he looks down on Rook, despite him being a tall king.

Especially the route where Rook throws it in his face that he DOES in fact love them. Speak what he can’t even think.

“I can’t… At my…”

“I can’t love you. At my age…” Why not? Does he not deserve love, just because he is a bit older? It’s just heartbreaking how he views himself.

And again, he lashes out.

“I am perfectly serious.” So is Rook.

“One of us has to pay attention to these things.” As if Rook is not paying attention. They got to the meat and bones of his problem in just a few seconds.

No matter what route you go here, the gist is the same. He is scared shitless, treats Rook like a child, and goes on how the is the only one thinking the important thoughts.

When Rook in reality way ahead of him. They thought about it and came to the conclusion that being with Emmrich is a really good idea.

Rook knew they were falling for someone older than them. (Even if that age difference is just a decade, with a mid-40s Rook.) They knew it, and still went with it. They are not a child who is too inexperienced and stupid to make decisions about their (love) life.

But now, here, at this moment? Emmrich treats them with disdain. Like a silly little person, who does not think things through. He holds himself above them. Physically and mentally. They are too young, he knows better.

And not once has he done that before. He always treated them as an equal. He follows them into the most dangerous situations ffs. He trusts them with his life in a fight against would-be gods.

All that fear and anger at himself that reaches a new high get redirected at Rook.

The next day they are off to Tearstone Island. That night must have been hell. For both of them. But its going to get much much worse.

In any case, Emmrich seems to have come to some conclusion or realization, because on that island? He apologizes.

They both did react very emotionally, but he came at Rook with superiority and, to a certain degree, dishonesty. All fueled by his fear. So that he is the one to take the first step and apologize to Rook instead of doubling down? An important step. As I said in my last post – he NEEDED to be called out. A sweet and nice counterargument would not have had the impact Rooks raw an honest emotion hat on him.

Emmrich “Rook? Darling? I wanted to say-“

Rook “Yeah, about that argument…”

Emmrich “(Sighs) It’s no time to apologize, is it?”

And here we have the most heartbreaking line, in hindsight. “We’ll talk back home, Emmrich. I promise.”

(Narrator: but they would, in fact, not talk about it back home. Because someone would not go home.)

One fight and weeks of horror later, they find themselves in a private crypt and finally they do more than share a kiss.

Now - to the point I originally wanted to explore with this post – is this in fact their first time? (I am sorry, but my brain is a circle and nothing makes sense)

Let’s look at what evidence we have from the cut-scene.

Rook did not know he is an early riser.

That leaves two possibilities:

They never had sex up until that point.

They did have sex, but never spent the night together.

Now what does that mean?

This depends a lot on your personal Rook and how they feel about sex in general. If Rook wants to wait, or is not ready, he will absolutely accept and respect that.

But for the sake of this analysis lets go with the idea that Rook is not opposed to sex at an earlier date.

They never slept with each other

Why? He clearly was not opposed to casual relationships in the past. What would hold him back now? Especially if you recall Laces comment about them moving fast. Why not jump into the bedroom?

Now my first crack theory is that they get interrupted, like every time. (Rook interrupted The Dread Wolf, and now he cursed them to always be interrupted when they want to have some private time)

But now, in all seriousness, maybe it’s just that part of him DOES realize that this goes beyond a very unserious relationship. That they both have deeper feelings, that spark of something greater, something beautiful.

So, he holds back. He does not give his all. He is charming, he is flirty, he takes Rook on dates. But it’s all very technical. Very performative. Yes, he is a very romantic man, yes he enjoys those moments. But there is always a feeling of control.

Those moments when you see him let go a bit (that kiss beneath the eternal lovers, “I think, sometimes you indulge me”), are so beautiful and you glimpse a bit of the man behind those walls.

He has a tell, you see. (I am telling you about it further down)

But generally, he feels very much in control of himself. And to lie with Rook? To go all the way? Too dangerous. Who knows what happens in that sweet moment after la petit mort? What secrets would his lips spill?

2. They slept together, but did not spent the night together.

They do have sex, but sleep alone in their own beds. Casual sex is fine, but to fall asleep in each other’s arms? Too much. Too real. Sex okay, but sleepy post coitus cuddly? Woah, slow down your horses.

So, they have sex, preferably in Rooks bed. First, does he even have a bed? Second, it’s way easier to leave Rooks bed after the act, than throwing them out afterwards.

Oh, and how many reasons he has. Rook needs their uninterrupted sleep; they are stressed and must have proper rest. He wants to get some reading done before he retires. He needs to look after Manfred.

Oh, he is a bad liar, for sure. He is lying more to himself than to Rook. I would think that (if this is the build up to their fight) Rook realizes that he is giving poor excuses.

And the sex itself? A technical 10/10. He knows his anatomy, after all. But his heart is not really in it. He can’t allow himself to. He holds back, keeps a tight lid on his emotions. They both are well spent afterwards, but like so much else, it’s performative. Technically very well executed, but rarely do you see HIM, the real him, behind all that performance. Whenever something slips through, he reels back and closes up.

And then we are in that crypt. Rook was gone for weeks. The last thing they said that night before were words of anger. Rook called him out on his feelings and from that point on there was no possible way of lying to himself anymore. Those feelings were there. They were real. Rooks feelings were real. And those weeks spent in desperation, trying to  get them back? Those walls came crashing down.

His true face, when all the walls are gone? You see that face when Rook leads him to the coffin. There is no pretense anymore. No performance. Just him, and all his love for Rook. The amount of emotion the animation team packed into those short moments in the cutscene? Mindblowing. Who ever crafted that expression on his face? They are the GOAT. I watch this part of that scene on repeat, and it never gets old.

So, I told you about how he has a tell, yes? Okay, two actually, but we all know surprised pikachu Emmrich. In that last scene it is resolved in the most beautiful way.

He looks down, when something touches him deeply, when he goes into his feels.

A few (way to many) examples:

And the worst wet kitten look? After the fight, when Rook leaves.

Its a look of shame. Of hurt. This man is hurting so badly.

Now here at the end we have that moment when Rook leads him to the coffin. His face turns down, like before. But here he looks up at Rook. He does not turn his eyes away but looks directly at them. Ahhh my heart.

Now, think about the fact that ROOK is leading in that moment?

In those moments where Rook leads or startles him (or is simply annoying enough so that the truth slips out), you see the most emotion from him.

Rooks flirting startles him, and he has a pikachu face reaction every time.

Their first kiss? Rook leans against the monument, and leans up, telling him without words that NOW is the time for a kiss. How can he not go for a second kiss?

That moment when Rook calls Manfred “our son”? He very conveniently ignores the word “OUR” and goes in defense mode over the word “son”. But called out on his feelings for Manfred? How can he deny them? He has tears in his voice when he says how he would not exchange this moment for anything? A real, deep emotion.

In their fight Emmrich is again all technical, all performance, so logical (or what he sells himself as logic). But Rook wrestles that moment from him and takes lead, calls him out on his bullshit.

In the crypt Rook pulls him up into a kiss and then leads him to the coffin, guiding him, taking him with them.

Most of the other times he takes the lead, very much in control. But the most emotions you get from him, are those times Rooks leads, when he lets go of this tight control over himself, or he is startled in to a reaction. For all the age difference that is played up in their relationship, in the important moments Rook is the one who guides. And he follows where they lead.

Those little moans he makes? If they did have sex before, I bet he did not make those sounds then. Where they did have some incredible sex, now they are making love. Open, vulnerable. He gives in.

And then they fall asleep together. Skin to skin, arms and legs intertwined. Their hands caressing, no sound but that of their heartbeats and soft breaths. Pure and utter contentment. In that moment nothing exists but them. Can you imagine that moment he woke up? The amount of emotions he must have felt then? This need to speak those little words? Those huge little words. He does not say them, not yet. But he is almost ready.  

Finally, they stand there, on the battlefield of Elgar’nans madness. And he tells Rook. The last wall falls. Gives the most precious thing he can give to anyone.

“I love you.”

[cat3ch1sm]

🐇~ HI EVERYONE! welcome back to my account :) im excited for today’s post because this is my first across the spiderverse writing! i hope you guys like it lol i couldn’t stop thinking about it (spiderman is my entire life now)

🐇𓆩♡𓆪☁️ fem!reader, sfw

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮- 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 <𝟑

~ miles g really does not like admitting he likes someone/ or even the idea of liking anyone at all. he obviously has things that are higher priority and he thinks it’s really a waste of time for the most part.

~ but then you come along,and he’s immediately enamored. like, imagine you’re just casually walking by miles while he’s sitting on his phone or whatever, and you accidentally bump into his leg. he looks up immediately to tell you to watch it, but instead is met with the most beautiful face he has literally ever seen. he legit double takes and completely forgets to even talk. you look down abruptly and are like “oh, i’m so sorry, i wasn’t paying attention!” you wait for him to say “it’s okay” or something like that, but when you look at him his expression is just blank. you kinda wave awkwardly and leave after that, and he watches you leave until you’re out of sight.

~ after you’re gone, he just sits there for a second before frowning and cursing at himself for being so caught up.

~…. “shit.”

~ miles g isn’t really the type to watch from afar, at least not for long. but for a short time, he does just watch you, admiring the way you do every little thing- smiling at your phone, the way you walk, how nice your voice sounds- things like that. it’s not long before he decides to make his move.

~the next time he sees you, he makes his move, cornering you when you’re alone and putting one arm beside your head so you can’t leave. needless to say, you’re definitely caught off guard when you turn around and are met with miles’ face- expression nonchalant and that unreadable glint in his eyes as usual.

~ yeah, don’t be fooled. miles is nervous as all hell and praying to every god imaginable that you don’t notice him shaking. but he isn’t the type to let fear or apprehension get in the way of something he wants.

~ “hey, you’re that guy i ran into the other day… um… hi!”

~ your smile almost makes him keel over. Jesus Christ

~ “hey, ma- glad you remember me. was wondering if you was tryna let me take you out sometime? i thought you were pretty.”

~ (yes, the whole atsv fandom has collectively agreed that prowler miles would call you “ma.” argue with the wall)

~ miles is crazy nervous for your response as he watches your expression furrow thoughtfully- but when you smile that smile again and say yes, he feels like a million weights have been lifted off his shoulder. sure, he’s the prowler, but he’s still a 15-year-old boy who probably hasn’t had a lot of experience in the dating arena.

~anyway, that was a fun little scenario- now let’s talk about miles actually going out with you, like how he is during the time where you’re going out but not quite exclusive.

~ the second he gets your socials, he’s all over them. he’s spending an amount of time he isn’t willing to disclose just stating at your pictures and admiring your beauty. he watches your TikToks religiously, liking them all, but literally immediately scrolls past the ones where you’re with any guy. he’s not jealous because he isn’t insecure, but he just does not care to see you with anyone else.

~ whenever you text him, unless he’s busy with prowler stuff, he’ll respond within like ten minutes at most. miles doesn’t want you to think for a second that he’s ignoring you or forgot about you. he has caught himself smiling slightly at his phone while he’s texting you every now and then, which he is so embarrassed about for no reason😭

~ yes, uncle aaron notices.

~ “aye, g, what’s got you cheesin’ at yo phone like that?”

~ “…nothin’, unc.”

~ “you know i can tell when you lyin’, right?”

~ “aw, c’mon-“

~”don’t even bother.”

- and rio notices, too.

~ “ay, miles, why are you on your phone so much lately? you know i don’t like- miles? what’s so funny on your phone?”

~ “nothing, mama.”

~ “nothing’s funny? then why are you smiling at your phone?”

~ “…uh…”

~ “waaaait…” *pause, hands on hips* “miles, are you talking to a girl?”

~ “mami!”

~ “so it is a girl! is it the same girl whose pictures you’ve been looking at lately?!”

~yes, she noticed that too.

~ “…mami!!”

~ “let me see!”

~ the next two minutes are miles and rio madly wrestling for his phone. (spoiler alert, rio wins.)

[autisticdiluc]

AYANO AISHI REDESIGN

yandere sim...

Guys I freaking love ayano... She's been on my mind for so long and I finally got out of an art block and the first thing i decided to do was draw her because do NAWT get me started on how terrible the actual promo art is..

Let me break down the redesign I had for ayano and also I kinda just did what I liked because Lol?? I can.??

NUMBER 1: I HATE that fuck ass short skirt,, in game I can ignore it cause I'm too busy worrying about the characters more than the actual designs but holy shit in the promo art?? (May all the deities out there bless my eyes from this)

Warning for the promo art because..yeah...

The chronic blush kills me because my pookie bear doesn't even do that unless it's around taro

And holy shit these thigh highs are so ?? I wish I could bleach my eyes rn (nothing wrong with thigh highs honestly it's just how it's drawn here)

Now in my redesign the tie is short and there are some pieces missing from the shirt but honestly my main priority is covering her up.

On another note I literally get COLD from seeing her promo art cause hello.?? I feel like ayano would be a really cold person just in general so I gave her some under sleeves because why not besides they look cute!

Her skirt is long because 1. most schools need skirts alteast touching their knees from what ive seen in the almsot 2 decades I've been alive and 2. I felt like it

NUMBER 2: face

Her hair I kept relatively similar cause I feel like if I took it away I'd be taking ayano away but that's just me NOW her lips I feel like she would really wear lipstick to keep a 'natural' look I KNOW ryoba suggest to wear some but they're like a muted pink naturally so she just keeps it like that

Luckily for her! In my redesign bed resting face kinda looks like she's happy so she doesn't necessarily gotta do anything yk??

Number 3: her casual outfit....

The miniskirt, thigh highs and GLOVES is really killing me

The shirts find and honestly so is the miniskirt by ITSELF but I wanted to change it so I did. Her thigh highs are just..?? Unnecessary here I fear. Don't get me wrong I'm sure if it was a better outfit (and a better creator) she could've pulled it off but because of multiple things it just doesn't work. The clash of that green with the miniskirt jean isn't really complementing the black thigh highs

Also the gloves?? I get that like ayano buys yk rat poison and sedatives and blah blah blah but gloves... In the middle of the day/night... In THAT outfit.... It just doesn't work for me

Ryoba didn't wear gloves and she still got her man so I don't get why ayano has to.. if anything have y'all ever seen were germaphobes get a plastic bag and use it to pick up stuff? I feel like that could be used in a situation like this instead of just gloves out in the open,, honestly thats just highkey suspicious (coming from someone who wore various kinds of gloves when going out before)

For me redesign I just wanted something a bit more cuter I feel,, I think the green top couldve been good by itself but once again i get cold looking at her so boom sleeves but then i realized it looks a lil plain (which probably was the point but executed in the worst way possible) so I gave her one of those tops with another shirt connected to it in a lighter minty color. Besides I think it served a purpose to let her JORTS not clash terribly with the darker green,, and I actually like the idea that she wears tights so I gave her black tights (which yk is like the thigh highs but yk not)

Anyway that's my redesign of ayano my pookie bear who can do no wrong she's just a girl or doesn't matter if she's a murderer or not 💭❤️

[razorblade180]

Potion Practice

Bonus to this <-

Amber:Aether! Pfft, Nice outfit.

Aether:*in Lisa’s clothes* They’re helping me make better potions. This has been a little hard. *stirs pot*

Amber:Oh yeah? Alchemy does seem complicated. I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it.

Aether:Did you want me to make something or stare at the slit in this outfit.

Amber:I just can’t believe she had one in your size. What’s the likelihood you’d mess up if I held your waist?

Aether:Fairly high.

Amber:Then I will settle for a vigor and stamina potion that’s good for long patrols. Lightly I’ve been pulling expedition alongside my normal routine while other knights are training new recruits.

Aether:Did Ellin and Noelle pass?

Amber:Not yet unfortunately.

Aether:One day. Welp…I could attempt a potion for you.

Amber:You’ll do great! I heard business was fine.

Aether:Last time I messed with vigor and stamina I made an aphrodisiac.

Amber:…

Aether:That was my expression when Lisa told me. Thankfully, she took Sumeru Rose stems away.

Amber:Why were they there in the first place if-

Aether:Because Lisa is chaos. *adds three Rainbow Rose leaves* Now let’s add some Asters and…done.

Potion turns red

Aether:Well it isn’t pink this time, so that’s good. Although maybe I should dip it first?

Amber:No it’s fine. I trust your skills. Besides, it would be bad it something made you have to shut down the shop.

Aether:You have work though.

Amber:Worst case scenario, Kaeya fills in for me after taking care of his nonexistent Calvary. *sips potion*

…….

Aether:Thoughts?

Amber:Taste good. My sinuses are open, like a rush of fresh mint. Guess it works for vigor! Coffee wasn’t really doing it anymore.

Aether:That’s awesome! Glad I can help.

Amber:When is your next break by the way? I’m sure you’re allowed lunch soon?

Aether:All the other potions have been properly prepared and stocked. We can catch up now. Just let me change.

Amber:You’re not walking into town like this?

Aether:I’m not wearing these heels longer than I feel necessary.

Amber:That’s fair. I’m glad I caught you when I did then. Hehe, especially cause this is definitely another type of love potion.

Aether:…Come again?

Amber:This potion. Definitely an aphrodisiac.

Aether:Please say sike.

Amber:*fans face* I wanna, however…

Aether:There’s no fuckin way- *grabs potion book*….. Lisa!!

The witch casually walks over. She doesn’t even need to be asked for her to smell the brew.

Lisa:Ah you used the Rainbow Rose leaves raw. That’s pretty overwhelming at times unless you only add two or ground them up for extract. This is pretty low grade so just add chill water before selling it. *leaves*

Aether:Why the hell is the line between vigor and horny one leaf? Amber, how exactly are you feeling?

Amber:I’ve never had an aphrodisiac before so on a scale from one to ten… I’m sitting at a six. Maybe a six and an half?

Aether:Hold on. I’ve gotten good at stabilizers for obvious reasons. Give me five minutes.

Amber:….Or, I can get our lunch to go and meet you at my place? You need a place to change anyway.

Aether:…

Amber:… *sips potion*

Aether:Paimon!

Paimon:*counting mora* The shop is in good hands! Just come back with snacks!

Amber:Consider it done! *takes Aether’s hand*

Aether: I don’t know how to feel about being on the menu while in this.

Amber:Consider it dessert.

Aether:There’s no way Lisa said that stuff was low grade.

Lisa:*in the distance* I can show you high grade!

Aether:Please don’t!

[changingplumbob]

Glenn locked the door behind him and Ophelia. Although why he was doing that when the lot was shielded, and even a low ranking spellcaster could break locks, he had no idea. Glenn walked to the opposite house. In there should be Phoebus, Miranda, Gillian and Pockets. As he approached he glanced through the window and saw that Miranda was in her usual spot in front of a device. The 25 year old witch understood technology better than anyone else he knew. Taking a deep breath he knocked on the door and entered as Miranda yelled out that it was open.

Glenn: Hey Miranda, is Phoebus in

Miranda: He's busy in the kitchen Glenn, not to be disturbed

Glenn: Did he actually say that

Miranda: Dude is way old, of course he phrased it like that

Glenn: How old is he

Miranda: I don't know... but I do know it's rude to ask anyone older than a century their age. I don't know why, like getting old is an achievement, especially for us

Glenn: So... what are you doing

Miranda: Monitoring the message boards. I need to make sure no fans were following you to or from the hotel

Glenn: You're not serious. And I'm pretty sure I have no fans apart from myself and the watcher

Miranda sighed and leaned back in her chair. She conjured a small lightning ball in her hands and casually tossed it back and forwards like one might do with a stress ball.

Miranda: Man you must be messed up if you're not singing your own praises like normal. Howard says you're confident and you seemed it when we met. Anyway, the security here needs to be tight Glenn. We have enough problems with the parliament without you leading any hunters to our doorstep

Glenn: The humans outlawed hunting Miranda

Miranda: Oh they've outlawed a lot of stuff that still happens

The lightning ball disappeared and Miranda stretched her neck before moving back to her keyboard.

Miranda: Don't worry the coast seems clear

Gillian: GLENN

Glenn: Aren't you a cat

Gillian: No silly, I'm me now. Miranda did you see Glenn is back

Miranda: This guy standing next to me? Nah, I was oblivious. He's super subtle

Gillian: *laughing* Be nice. You're meant to be a role model for me

Miranda: Welcome home Glenn. May I get you some tea and... crumpets?

Glenn: Ah... you said Phoebus is in the kitchen

Miranda: Fiddlesticks, I forgot that. Can I get you some imaginary tea and crumpets?

Gillian: Miranda Miranda, how did you go while I was busy? Any progress?

Glenn: Dare I ask

Miranda: It's no problem. I've always understood electricity and computers so my pet project is trying to-

Gillian: She wants to make a computer without a computer

Miranda: Don't interrupt people unless there's like an emergency

Gillian: Sorry Miranda but it's exciting

Glenn: I don't really get computers

The look Miranda gave Glenn in response was one of complete pity.

Miranda: Basically I'd like to conjure an interface that can connect to others but it's a long way off. I'm only just starting. I need to train with Harmony a lot, and probably Koko-

Gillian: And Carmine and Drusilla if you're unlucky

Miranda: Hey miss, don't be rude or I'll tell Phoebus

Gillian: *sighs* Tattletale

Glenn: You can go easy on her can't you

Miranda: It is the role of unofficial sisters to be harsh. She's got a lot to learn and she can't learn if we don't correct her

Gillian: It's okay Glenn. I know she just wants me to be good. That's why she got me the new Amiyah album when I did the dishes for a whole week

Glenn: Who

Miranda: *sighs* You are so out of the loop of pop culture

Glenn: Yeah well out in the wilderness the bears don't care how many stars a person has

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[renee-writer]

Jamie and Jenny Chapter 15

AO3

He blinks at seeing her. She is breathtaking. Her eyes are wide, seemingly equally as stunned.

 

“You are.” They say together. Both giggle.

 

She is used to seeing him in jeans and T-shirts. He usually sees her in the same. To see each other so dressed up, it affects both of them.

 

“Ladies first.” He gestures for her to go on.

 

“Jamie, you are brilliant.”

 

“You, Claire you are exquisite.”

 

They still stand in her doorway.

 

“Thank you. Shall we?” She nods towards his car.

 

“Aye.” he offers his arm. She takes it and they step out. 

 

“I am just not used to seeing you so cleaned up.” Yes, he is now the CEO of Lallybroch Distillery but most of the time, he dresses casual. Only when he has business meetings outside Scotland does he dress up.

 

He looks over at her. “Same.”

 

She works in the garden. When she isn’t, she works in the outbuilding developing natural remedies. Therefore has very little opportunity to dress up.

 

“It is nice to feel like a full adult, you know. Getting dressed up going out to a nice restaurant.”  She looks around at the candles on the table, the real linen napkins, the heavy crystal glasses.

 

“That it is.” He has had very few opportunities to date, focused on helping his dad build the business. Most dates were in his teens, fast food restaurants and movies, mostly. Never has he taken a lass out like this.

 

“Is Jenny alone or …”

 

“Nae, Murtagh is with her. She didn’t like it,” a chuckle, “but I am not sure twelve is old enough to stay alone.”

 

She nods thoughtfully. “It depends on the child and circumstances. I think you are right. She is mature but, with all that has happened, all she is feeling right now, having an adult around is a good thing.”

 

He feels the tension leave his shoulders and neck. “Thank you. I just never know if I am doing right.”

 

“You love her. You want what is best for her. That goes a long way towards doing the right thing.”

 

He takes her hand across the table. “It helps to hear that.”

 

She smiles tilting her head a bit. “I am no expert. A lot of this comes from Uncle Lamb.”

 

“Thank God for Uncle Lamb.”

 

“Amen.” She stops when the waitress comes up. They order and return to the conversation.

 

“What else did he teach you?”

 

“To be independent. A hard worker. To give as much as possible to others. Self defense.” She grins after saying the last.

 

“Ah self defense. So if any lad tries to make advances…”

 

She leans on her free hand. He still holds one. “He would regret it unless I wished for them.”

 

His breath catches. “Have you ever wished thus?”

 

“Not until now.” The air grows heavy between them. He reminds himself that he is in public.

 

“We shall have to see about that later then.”

Both their eyes drift shut and both pull in deep breaths.

 

“You should know Jamie that I am inexperienced.”

 

“So, you are a virgin?” His heart thumps heavy in his chest. She is beautiful, been all over the world. How can…”

 

“Yes. Uncle Lamb isn’t a stickler about that type of stuff and I had opportunities. It is just, it never felt right.”

 

“No, it didn’t ,” at her wide eyed look, he continues, “I am too. Dad told me that the right lass would come along. One who would steal my heart and not just harden my cock, begging your pardon for the phrasing,” she waves it off, “anyway, that I wouldn’t regret waiting for her. I haven’t .”

 

They look at each other, both amazed.

 

“You are…”

 

“Him.”

 

“Her.”

 

They are laughing when the food arrives and giggle through the meal.

[buckybarnesthings]

New Chapter 🚨

Familiar Faces

I'm busy tending to my magic such as enchanting and cursing a few objects to add to my collection when my newly set up phone pings. Illuminating my dark room from its little corner. I wonder what that could be as the only person who's messaged me so far is Tony, about tonight's uniform fitting and baseball practice. I slowly advance towards it after finishing my hex, as a slight bump could have grave consequences if I didn't finish it before walking away. Its an unknown number? It's currently about 12:45pm but the message was sent 45 minutes ago and my phone pinged to remind me. The team had an early lunch, more like a brunch really, at 10:45am so everyone could get their daily activities and training done before tonight.

(ignore the time at the top of the screen)

I packed up my alter and witchy stuff, as Bucky used to call it, changing into something simple but cute. I didn't have to wait long before there was a heavy knock on my door. I walked over and opened the door to reveal not only Bucky but also Wanda who had come to return Hades. She sent me a message about taking him out to the open field and forest area before bringing him back, I was thankful that she was eager to help familiarise me and Hades to the compound.

Upon opening the door Hades pushed his way through us to make himself at home on his bed. I watched him fuss about for a second before turning my attention back to Wanda and Bucky, the latter worn a knowing smirk and Bucky wore an unimpressed look.

"Well here he is back in one piece as promised, not sure what Bucky is doing here though." Wanda said. "I also came to pass on a message from Tony, that we have a team dinner tonight with everyone including some you haven't met yet, it's casual attire as we have training right after."

"Thank you for that Wanda and you know I'll be there, I'd love to meet more of the team as long as there's no more Sharon Carter's." I joke, half serious with my last comment.

"No she isn't apart of the team so she's never invited unless it's an event open to the public." She shared, giving me a smirk before motioning at Bucky with her eyes. "Anyway I'm in a rush so I'll leave you be."

"Bye Wands!" I called, down the hallway.

I look straight up at Bucky once she's in the elevator. I decided earlier I was going to make him come to me about what happened at lunch as I want things to be on his terms. He looks down at me with kind eyes and a playful smile.

"So coffee?" I probed.

"That's what the messages said, wasn't it?" He asked.

"Yes and I believe I still have to do something with Hades before we can go." I stated.

"Well if you want we could introduce him and Alpine and they could keep each other company whilst we're gone." He suggested, eyes filled with hope.

"That sounds like a good idea." I agree.

"Well follow me then, Doll." He says, bowing in an old fashioned manner.

"Showing your age there, Sarg?" I joke.

He whipped around to give me an unimpressed look over the comment, but a playful smirk teased his lips as he shook his head. I give the hand motion to Hades commanding him to follow me. He slowly rose and had a stretch before wandering after me. I pull the door closed and flick my fingers to lock the door and place a protection spell around the room, as I don't know who these other Avengers are and what they are like so I won't trust them yet.

"Still doing your protection spells I see." Bucky remarks, rolling his eyes.

"How do you know that's the spell I used?" I question.

"You forget how closely we trained and lived whilst we were in Hydra, I paid more attention than you thought." He spoke.

"It'll take some getting used to being across the hall instead of lying side by side." I murmur, casting my eyes downwards to avoid meeting his gaze.

"Hey look at me, Doll face." He says softly, coming to a stop in front of me and placing his palm on my cheek gently guiding me to meet his eyes. "I'm just down the hall if you ever need me, however you want me I'll be there."

I search his eyes looking for any insincerity but coming up short, all that I can find is love and hope. Those beautiful blue eyes really are and always have been the windows to his soul. I can't help but hope that eventually him and I can find a new relationship in this current world rather than the one we had to hide ourselves from. But I think for him and myself that we should wait as I want to be completely open and honest with him about who I am before we commit to anything. I hated not telling him the truth but I couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't tell Hydra who I was when he was under their control.

"I'm not saying we need to have any strings attached but I always thought about you, about us, after I was freed from Hydra. I missed you, I still love you and I'm yours which I'll always be." He shared, looking me directly in the eyes through every word.

"I love you too Bucky but I think we should do things right this time as you don't known the real me yet. I want to get the chance to get to know this version of you and fall in love with you all over again but lets do it right from the start. So for now we are just old friends getting to know each other again, in hopes of something more." I suggest.

"Of course I'll do it however many times I need to as long as you know I'm not giving up on us, ever." He said, in finality before taking my hand in his metal one and leading me to his bedroom door.

He opens the door to reveal a room not to dissimilar to my own but I'm sure he doesn't use his spare room for the same thing I do. I see a large ball of pure white fur stretched across what I believe is Bucky's bed, Alpine seems to go uninterrupted as we enter the room. But Hades is instantly rushing for the comfort of the bed and seems to miss the ball of fur as he goes to lie right onto of her.

"Halt! Hades sit, wait." I exclaim, my words having the instant desired effect as he pauses right in front of the bed and sits, waiting for my next command.

"Quick thinking." Bucky comments, walking over to Alpine and lifting her into his arms.

"Gotta be quick in situations like this." I respond.

I watch on as Bucky lowers himself to kneel on the floor beside Hades and allows for both animals to sniff the air around them before placing Alpine on the floor. I watch on waiting for Hades or Alpine to have a negative reaction but instead I'm pleasantly shocked when Alpine charges forward and rubs against Hades purring. Hades lays down as a sign of acceptance and Alpine makes herself comfortable lying against his side. Both enjoying the warmth the other brings.

"Well that went better than expected, I guess they take after their owners." Bucky slyly says, a flirty smile on his face as he looks up at me.

"Let's just hope they stay this content whilst we're away." I remark.

———————————TIMESKIP———————————

Bucky took me to this quaint little cafe he said he frequently visits, they do a really good iced coffee. To get here we had to take his motorcycle and it was so much fun, not just the ride itself but being that close to him for 15 minutes had made my day. We had been sitting for about an hour and a half just talking about random things, like how he has a bucket list of things he wants to do to be reintroduced into this new era properly. Steve, Sam and Natasha seemed to be the ones adding to it but he said he's been crossing them off as often as he can.

Eventually we decided to head back to the compound so he could give me a tour and get my fitting done  during it. He showed me the upper floors first and went downwards as we went on. In the basement is Tony's lab where some of the team were getting their suits fixed, redesigned or getting a uniform for the baseball game. Tony had sent me a text earlier asking which design I preferred, turns out he disagreed with us girls wearing dresses but Nat convinced him to use something different from the boys. Steve's team, called Team Rogers, would be in blue and silver whereas Tony's team, known as team Stark, would wear red and gold. Both had identical uniforms just in their respective colours and team name, it also had a number and our names on the back.

(Team Starks uniform)

(Team Rogers uniform)

(Girls version of uniform, Natasha will be in Stark colours.)

It was also decided that only those who attended the game could purchase limited edition baseball cards which were made just for this game, on the back it has a basic description of ourselves and our abilities. These cards are sold individually, in a 12pk box or if requested by the slab 8 12pk boxes, but once the stock was sold there's no more. We will also hold an after game opportunity for people to get their cards signed. It isn't yet announced as it's still undecided but there could be a follow up game where the Wakandans would get there own team and play the victors, then the looser will play the loser from the last game if we raise more than $100Million. So essentially it would be a mini tournament of sorts.

When we first walk in I'm dragged away by Nat and Wanda to get my fittings done, it doesn't take long as they only needed the basic measurements once and they'd use them for all my uniforms. I can hear the rest of the team talking in the other room and can make out a few familiar voices and a couple of different ones.

"How was coffee?" Nat asks.

"What coffee?" I defend, as an immediate response to the probing question.

"The one I read Bucky's mind about, when I dropped Hades off." Wanda said.

"Right I should've known you could do that. It was good we caught up and established that we want to do things right this time and not rush into a relationship." I started. "As when we were in Hydra we both felt like we had nothing and no one, so we kinda just cling to each other as a safety net."

"You and Barnes dated?" Wanda presses, turns out she didn't read that far into his brain.

"I can see it, especially after lunch." Nat remarks.

"Ew not an image I needed but also you go Aspyn." Wanda says.

"Well thanks but once again him and I agreed we should try this the right way, he doesn't know my full story. Oh and good luck reading my mind, Wands." I respond.

"Yes I know from your training that you've always got a barrier spell up." She laughs.

We share a few more stories about boys, this really helps me feel at home here. Little did I know part of my past was in the next room talking about one of my many parents. After about 5 minutes Bucky comes in saying that he had his fitting before coming to see me and that he's happy to go back to our floor or introduce me to two other Avengers.

"I probably should socialise with my teammates, so I guess we can do that then go check on Alpine and Hades." I say, making my way towards him where he leans against the door.

He leads me with his hand hovering over my lower back, I can tell he wanted to touch me but held himself back as we didn't really discuss the physical aspect of our situation. Which we probably should considering our interactions at lunch today.

"Aspyn this is Thor and Loki, Avengers from Asgard. Yes Loki did try to take over New York but like me he was under mind control and has turned over a new leaf." Bucky speaks. "Thor, Loki this is Aspyn, our newest Avenger she's known as the Grey Witch and has a similar background to me. Hydra and all that."

Those names make my blood run cold, I instantly regret my choice and want to run as far away as I can. I can only hope they don't recognise me as it's been centuries since we last encountered each other. As both figures turn around I can see a child like elation on Thor's face as he tackles me into a bone crushing hug. Once he releases me I look to Loki who seems confused at the sight of me, like he's trying to piece together if he knows me or not.

"It's wonderful to meet you lady of grey." Thor booms.

"Same here, Thor. You can call me Aspyn." I said.

"Don't mind my oaf of a brother, he holds Asgardian customs in high regard even on midguard. Pleasure, Aspyn." Loki greets, his confused look had now turned into one of recognition and cunningness.

'Hello dear sister.' Loki speaks into my mind, using our childhood conversation techniques.

'Please don't tell anyone about me, I plan to tell them soon. Once I know who to trust.' I reply.

'Of course, I know the danger that lurks with that truth. I'm just so happy to have be reunited with you.' He says, a kind expression hastily crossing his face.

Both of us realise that we had spaced out looking at each other and that everyone was looking at us like we were mad. So he grabs my hand and kisses the back of it. I can feel Bucky stiffen as a scoff leaves his lips, I know from our history that he doesn't do well with jealousy. Once Loki releases my hand Bucky instantly grasps it in his own as he comes to stand beside me. I look at him to see him focused on Loki with a heated gaze, looking back at Loki I see him looking at me with a knowing smirk. I forget he's the God of mischief and he lives for this sort of stuff, at least he did when we were kids I wonder if he's grownup much.

"Well if we're done here I promised Aspyn a full tour of the compound and we haven't finished, we will join you all at dinner in about an hour." Bucky grumbled, eyes never leaving Loki.

Oh just you wait till you find out the truth Bucky, you'll be kicking yourself over this. Before I can speak to anyone Bucky is dragging me into the elevator and repeatedly pressing the button to close the doors. I give everyone a guilty smile as they watch us while the doors close.

"We need to talk." He grunts.

"Ok." I say.

"I want you more than anything, I don't want you hanging around Loki by yourself." He said, turning to look me directly in the eyes.

"You can't control me, believe me I have no interest in him that way and nothing will happen. Like I said earlier I love you." I reply.

"It's not that I don't trust you, it's him I know he likes his mischief and who knows what he wants out of being an Avenger." He mumbles, I can tell he's embarrassed by his behaviour and probably worried he's still the Winter Soldier.

"Look I won't go into detail yet but Loki is apart of my past and he's my brother for all intents and purposes." I explain, knowing this will lead to more questions.

"Wow ok I wasn't expecting you to have a past that links with the Asgardians but I guess that's how much we didn't know each other, I imagine why you didn't tell me. But I'd like to know when you're ready to tell me." He spoke softly, hands holding my face and reassuring me that he's not mad about this.

"Thank you for understanding, I'm happy to tell you when we can find a time we can go get another coffee or get away from everyone." I said, leaning forward and kissing his cheek. "On the other hand there's something we need to discuss before moving further."

"I think I know what you want to talk about." He says.

"I can admit that I still feel drawn to you on every level possible but still want you to know the truth before we label anything. However, I think we can both agree that keeping our hands to ourselves isn't a possibility for long. So if you are comfortable I was thinking that whilst we get reacquainted we could still have a physical relationship." I continue.

"I mean I'm a guy so I don't think I can deny that offer but I can't deny that it won't be just physical and there's still gonna be emotions for me." He admits.

"I never said there wouldn't be any feelings on my end." I share, grinning at him as I know we will both cave and agree to a label even without saying say out loud.

"Good then I can take you to your room and fuck the shit outta you." He quips, dropping his voice a little lower.

"We have pets to tend to and check on." I suggest, knowing I'm fighting a loosing battle as my core was tingling at just his words.

"I'm sure they're fine." He whispers, kissing his way down my neck before we're interrupted by the elevator coming to a stop.

He reaches down and grasps my thighs encouraging me to jump into his arms, I oblige of course. He quickly found my sweet spot below my ear and he continued to kiss and nip there. Leaving red marks in his wake, he's marking his territory. He walks his way down the hall and stops at the first door which happened to be his. He places me gently on the floor giving my ass a teasing slap before unlocking the door and pushing it open, he leans down to capture my lips but comes to a stop inches away. His face contorts into one of shock as he looks behind me into the room. I turn around to see his room in shambles, it looks as though a tornado had hit it.

There's feathers and cushion fluff strewn across the room, his tv was knocked over in the process, there's leaves and dirt everywhere and across the room the glass door had been smashed and glass was left scattered around the floor. We both cautiously step into the room looking for any threats or danger, he continues to check all the attached rooms and wardrobe whilst I make my way towards the bed. I had seen a glimpse of dark fur and a white paw, I carefully bend down watching for any glass. Upon seeing me Hades comes out from underneath the bed and Alpine follows him.

Knowing from past experiences Hades sits in front of me bowing down to allow me to place my hands on his head and see what he saw. Whilst searching through his memories of the last few hours Bucky announces the coast is clear and he picks up Alpine and soothes her stress by patting her. Finding the moment that caused the chaos I find a figure approaching the door and smashing through it with a gun. Then two other people step into the room each of them going through the room seemingly searching for something, Hades had initially fought against them and managed to injury two of the three intruders. They eventually managed to knock Hades unconscious and continue to ransack the room but coming up empty handed and leaving through a portal. I couldn't identify any of them as they had used magic to conceal their identities from the naked eye.

"Bucky three people come in here and seemed to be looking for something." I announced, standing up and approaching him.

"Who could've done that? Tony has high security functioning at all times and the glass is bulletproof so shouldn't have just shattered. Hell not even the hulk can break this stuff." He said, letting Alpine leave his arms so he could hold me on the bed.

"I don't know they must have used magic to keep their faces blurred from anyone's vision, so they could've used magic to trick Tony's tech and break the glass." I think out loud, looking for any way to explain this incident.

"I have to-" He started, before a panting figure came barreling into the room.

Hades was instantly on his feet in position to attack if he needed. But upon looking up we found Sam and Steve appearing seconds later.

"Oh my god, thank god you're both ok." Sam huffed, wiping sweat from his brow.

"Tony just got notified about the break in, but it looks like the video feed is delayed." Steve adds, moving into the room. "We came here when he noticed the figures appear from portals seconds ago, we thought it was happening right now."

"No it happened whilst Bucky and I were getting coffee, about an hour or two ago." I said.

"You both should come downstairs and see if we can't figure out who would do this." Sam suggests.

"Shouldn't we cleanup first?" I asked.

"No Tony will probably have someone out to clean it soon." Bucky says.

"Come on, Bucky you can stay in my room tonight." Steve offers.

"No way I'm not leaving Aspyn on this floor alone whilst we have no explanation for this." Bucky exclaimed.

"He's right Steve neither of them should be alone nor with the intruders still lurking around somewhere." Sam agrees.

With a few more words exchange we make our way back to Tony's lab where the rest of the team had gathered upon hearing the coast was clear. I relay what I had seen in Hades memory and let Tony and Bruce run through the footage whilst the rest of the team tries to rationalise what had happened. I can't help but let my gaze wonder to Bucky as he had been really quiet. Seeing him internalising on the events I reach out and rub his hand, he looks at me and smiles half heartedly.

Whilst we were looking at each other Loki made his way towards us, he was trying to decide whether he should have an actual conversation out loud or talk in my head about what he had to say. He picked through my brain until he found the moment I told Bucky about Loki being my brother, so he decided to just speak out loud with us.

"I think I might know what happened." Loki whispered, after making sure everyone except for us three were occupied.

"What do you know?" Bucky mumbles, instantly interested in what Loki had to say.

"Loki surely not, it's been centuries." I said, after reading Loki's mind.

"I think your past has started catching up with you my darling sister. You should know better than to think it was over." He explained.

"Look I'm a little lost here and I can tell it has something to do with your past but I think I need to know now." Bucky interrupted.

"Look not here but I think the three of us should go back to the room together we can discuss it there, I'll enchant the camera so they can't hear what we are actually talking about." I suggest.

We all excuse ourselves saying we were going to check for anything that may have been left behind. Once reaching the floor I instantly place the enchantment on the camera and replaced the audio with a false conversation.

"Look I'm not going to go right into detail as I'll have to tell the same story to the rest of the team but I figured I should tell you first." I explained.

"We just need to get to the bottom of this and figure out how to fix it." Bucky said, all three of us taking a seat on the bed.

"I was a product of multiple affairs as my mother was created by three goddesses and she slept with multiple gods and goddesses on the night of her wedding. Due to her ethereal nature she was able to take all of their DNA and conceive me. It was revealed upon my birth and death of my mother that there was a prophecy about me that resulted in a war among gods. Frigga offered me refuge after I was taken in by another goddess and Frigga raised me as one of her own I was the eldest. Aside from Hela but that's another story. But eventually I was discovered and Odin turned Thor against me and Frigga and Loki had Heimdal send me here to hide. Which eventually leads me to this day. But there is a coven of cosmic witches who have been seeking for my death as they don't want the prophecy to come to fruition, so they used their powers to convince the Gods that I must be executed." I said.

"That's... A lot." Bucky admits.

"Yes it is but now that we've gone over it we need to discuss the attack." Loki interjected.

"Loki do you really think the Cosmic coven know I'm still alive?" I ask.

"You think you haven't left bread crumbs of your existence?" He rebuttals.

"Hang on, if she's been hiding here since your mother sent her here then only four- now five people would know this." Bucky points out.

"That's doesn't mean anything, as the Cosmic Coven could easily track down something that once belonged to Aspyn and do a location spell. Which would tell them the exact place she is at that exact moment." Loki explains.

"So all in all, either someone has said something and it's gotten back to the coven or Frigga and mama forgot to burn one of my belongings." I deduce.

"Look I think it's best that we keep this idea between us for now as who knows, there is another witch on this team." Loki suggests.

"Are you insinuating that Wanda could be conspiring with the Coven?" I ask, shocked at the mere suggestion.

"It's not my place to decided who gets to know the truth here but the team will offer nothing but support and protection to Aspyn." Bucky interrupted.

"Bucky I was only planning on telling you for the time being but I'd like some more time before telling the rest of the team." I reply.

"Of course you'd think she wasn't capable of such deception but that's what she would want you to think. And one of the witches could've replaced her but there would be signs of that." Loki continued.

"Bucky as much as I want to trust you and the team, I can't take that risk anymore but I do trust you as I know you on a deeper level." I begin. "That's why I think I'm gonna keep everything to myself for now and just proceed with caution. Especially when it's possible that the break in was intended for me. I need to keep myself safe and keep as many innocent people in the dark as possible, because if it comes down to it the Coven will come for anyone who stands between me and them."

"I will support your decision, but from here on out we are roommates and we can tell the team we are dating and wanted to have a shared space again. On that note I would like to take you on a date because your past doesn't change my feelings." Buck declared, making me feeling like it was just the two of us.

"That's great and all but you need to understand that if shit hits the fan I'll be taking Aspyn to Asgard for proper protection." Loki says.

"As long as you understand I'll be going with the both of you." Bucky accepts.

"Next things next. Loki, should we tell Thor?" I ask.

"No absolutely not. He helped dad once and I can guarantee he'd do it again, we need to find something to convince him that Odin isn't as good as he thinks he is." Loki argued.

"What do we do from here?" Bucky inquired.

"I think I'll leave you both alone for this conversation as I've got some books I can go through to help our cause." Loki says.

Loki leaves using his magic to teleport himself to his room without being detected by the team. I motion for Bucky to follow me back to my room, where Hades and Alpine had both been, then guide him to my magic room. I can tell he's hesitant as he would remember how much I didn't want him around when I was practicing. I smile at him in a reassuring manner before opening the door and revealing my alter.

"I know this is odd as I was so against you seeing this side of me whilst we were apart of Hydra but in order to understand this part of my world, you have to experience it to a certain degree." I started. "You can always turn around and walk away at anytime. I just wanted to warn you that this side of me isn't always pleasant and used to scare Loki. He was a weird child that look death in the face and laughed, so that says something."

"I don't care but why are you showing me all this." He asked.

"As I said you need to see all of this to understand what you are signing up for if you want to peruse a relationship or help me fight this." I clarified.

"I'm here for you and I'll be whatever you need me to be, but you need to know that I want you as my girlfriend or something romantic because I love you." He admits.

"I know. I want you like that to but I need you to see this side of me before making any lasting decisions." I said.

He nods in agreement but all I can do is hope he sticks by his persistence after he sees me practicing dark magic. As I know the way I behave and appear when practicing is horrifying, it's part of what lead to this witch hunt. But people fear the unknown and uncontrolled presences, my magic can have astronomical consequences if I'm not careful and I've caused harm before. It's never pretty when my dark magic goes astray. I lose myself to a darker version of myself and what she can do is unmeasurable when she has full grasp. I spend a few minutes explaining this to Bucky and receive nothing but love from him, as well as he relating to me when he lost control to the Winter Soldier.

"Loki will talk to you about The Dark Witch, my darker half, and what happens when I lose control. But you need to understand that when I'm practicing my darker magic I have to give her partial control. If the task is too large she will take hold of me entirely, or if I'm interrupted in a spell." I explain.

"I'll make a point of going to see him tonight. This still changes nothing between us, as it very well could be possible that the Winter Soldier isn't completely gone and you may have to return the favour." He shares.

Before I can respond both our phones ping with messages from Wanda (to me) and Steve (to Bucky), both saying that tonight's training has been canceled because of the incident but we are still having a team dinner. We continue our conversation, in code, as we make our way back to the elevator and to the dinning room. We decided to present as a couple to the team as we would probably look like one with how we act around each other anyway, but we walked in holding hands and sat beside each other sharing innocent touches. We explained our history together and came up with a story about getting back together, everyone took it pretty well even suggesting they assumed we were already back together.

Dinner went by quite smoothly and Tony announced that the uniforms for myself and all the baseball ones would be delivered tomorrow. He also said that training would be rescheduled for next week so we could focus on these assailants and figuring out why they did it. Plus there was a recon mission for Steve, Sam and Nat, which they would leave for tomorrow.

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A/n: definitely a bigger chapter but don't expect this all the time as this was just to start revealing what's to come and who Aspyn really is. Hope you enjoyed, the next chapter may take a week to finish and publish but I will get it to you ASAP.

[adelaidedrubman]

2, 11, 27, 29, and 46 for johnjessie?

THANK YOU VERBS these were very fun to do for the normcore couple!!

2. Who wakes up early/Who sleeps in late? 

john wakes up earliest, consistently. unless it’s a day jessie plans to go fishing, then — just kidding john wakes up first then too, but it’s from jessie’s 4 AM alarm, as she proceeds to sleep through it and the next ten that follow it, and any effort of his to wake her. 

11. How do they feel about nicknames/pet names? If they like them, what pet names do they use? If they hate them, why do they feel that way? 

john called jessie “little red” exactly once before about-facing and radioing her the same day “OMG just kidding you’re actually the biggest, strongest person in the entire world haha wouldn’t it be funny if you crushed me with your giant muscles 🥺” and never really attempting a pet name again from that point. also driven by the setting in of his obsessive focus on simply learning her first name at all, and while what he does finally learn is technically a nickname he is also so dedicated to flaunting it as the world’s best prize to himself that he doesn’t bother to dress it up with any additional sweet talk. just jessie. that’s so incredible. (i guess spoilery and of note is that he will continue to call her “jessie” even after he learns her full name, because he knows she prefers it. something something symbolism). the most he ever does is tack on the occasional “jessie, dear” or “my jessie.”

jestiny throws out a stray “baby” or few in the heat of the moment, which is of course so taunting and belittling and not at all meant to make him feel like her most special baby boy. don’t get it twisted he would be so dumb to think that. other than that, it’s just “john” or “that fucking guy”

27. How do they say “I love you” non-verbally? 

managing to be comfortably non-verbal at all is an unprecedented miracle and massive “i love you” in and of itself with them. 

but also jessie will pause the rough handling to just look at him and give stray, unusually tender and doting touches — forehead kisses, tracing his freckles with her fingers, etc. john tends to full body cling, absentmindedly tangle fingers in her hair, touch her dimples when they’re visible. also mutual just constantly reaching for each other and finding ways to be in each other’s space. and these wild sons of guns do be holding hands. 

29. Describe their nighttime routine. 

fall asleep in THE DIRT. john snores so loud jessie thinks he’s a sleep paralysis demon for a sec then goes back to sleep. yeah they do this every night why not 

(real nighttime routine varies a bit by exact living circumstances, but usually consistents of jessie busying herself with something well into the night, john pestering her to come to bed already. then finally initiating sex in an effort to get her to the bedroom, never actually ends up in the bedroom because she is So Spiteful and Will Not Be Manipulated and he is too dumb and horny to have any follow through on his own plan. they go to bed anyways after but she has to Prove A Point first. yeah they do this every night) 

46. Do they consider their relationship casual or serious? Is the answer different depending on who you ask? Why?

they are both super fun super casual people known for being chill, laid-back, and having measured emotional reactions and attachments. which for her part jessie is actually deluded enough to believe about herself, she swears anything between them was a momentary lapse in judgment that means nothing. they just did Hand Stuff (she has not gone ten minutes without thinking about him) it was basically Church Camp Shit (she is actively hallucinating him as a coping mechanism to make her other hallucinations less stressful). 

john for his part is less in denial about that piece, while he occasionally downplays or obfuscates the motivations behind his obsession he has never once denied that she is the world’s specialest most importantest girl. “his world [had] been shaken to its foundations, cleaved in twain and hollowed out and rebuilt from its core to be filled with her” - guy who got jerked off and learned a woman’s first name. he thinks they’re pretty serious, yeah. 

[redlibra14-2]

FD Survivors as SCPs *Part 1*

/Hello again all, 

It’s been a while. I’ve just been busy with some personal stuff, college, fanfic ideas, Pokemon-related stuff, etc. I honestly didn’t think that my first SCP post would garner some attention from the Final Destination fandom the way it did but it did. I mean it was kind of a casual idea that I had going on in my head that I didn’t think would go anywhere. But I guess it’s starting to take shape. Also, if anyone wants to make fanart based off of my SCP matchups, by all means go ahead. And I’d also like to give out a disclaimer: Much like in my previous post about this, these matchups are based solely on my opinions and what I think fits. Apologies if we disagree, but I did say that if you did have a different opinion, feel free to post it in the comments. Which by the way, feel free to do the same here. I put this as Part 1 in the event that anyone wants to see more in the future. @hatsumesgoggles, this one is for you. This took about a decent 10-20 mins of research and internal debating before making the final decision.

Anyways~ 

This is another FD/SCP crossover post, but this time it’s with the survivors. 

Starting off with: 

Nathan -  SCP-26805 aka "The Helper Spirit": Now this one is a bit of a mixed case for me, as the SCP in question could apply to basically any of the sidekicks to the visionaries since they all share the same role. And Nathan is no exception to this. And it especially doesn’t help when this SCP isn’t as well-known as some of the classics, like 106 or 035. But I will give you a brief rundown as to what this thing does. Basically, it’s a spirit that can possess anyone and ONLY the person possessed can see its true form. It is also know to cause what can be broken down to and choked up as an adrenaline rush, such as being able to lift heavy objects or withstand bullets. And while possessing the person in question, it leaves behind a clone of itself (SCP-26805-1). But when it leaves the host, the host can’t even remember what the thing looks like after being released from its grasp. And if you think that’s it, that this thing isn’t so scary, let me give you a quick fact: this thing was one of the few scps that can literally incapacitate larger SCPs like 682. You gotta admit that that’s pretty powerful as it can basically temporarily turn you into a Jojo stand user. Now why Nathan in particular when I said that this could also apply to other characters? Well, Nathan does say that he can see dead people. I... unfortunately do not have any other reason why other than Nathan making a reference to the Sixth Sense to match him up with it. And also, going back to how this can also apply to other characters, this thing can literally possess multiple people at once, such as when some Chaos Insurgency members got possessed and with the power the received, almost destroyed an entire site. However, they were twarted by another army of 26805-1′s who were on the side of the Foundation. This also shows that this being isn’t purely a force for good, but it can also be used for evil too. Which is why it’s classified as Euclid, not harmful per say, but not safe either. This thing could literally possess anyone, meaning literally any FD character (unless I come up with different and better matchups). Hell, the closest thing to a helper spirit moment that happens in the FD series would be when Alex saves Carter. Too bad this thing wasn’t around to save him from being hit with a brick. 

(I’m gonna be honest with you guys and say that I originally wanted to place a cooking based scp with Nathan because fun fact: the whole cooking gig that every FD fan and their dog knows Sam had throughout the 5th film was originally supposed to go to Nathan before it got cut. The more you know.) 

Kevin - SCP-965 aka “The Face in the Window”: This one was also difficult to pin down because most of the SCPs that I tried or thought could fit were either phenomenon’s or literal objects, humanoid or sports-themed specifically, but none of them really seemed to fit with Kevin in my eyes. That was until I learned about SCP-965, aka “The Face in the Window”. This thing only appears when the “outside” of the window is slightly darker than the “inside” by 5 candelas. This thing can appear in the window regardless of how dark or light it is. It’s still there even if you tried to cover it up by closing the curtains. This thing is also known to instill the feelings of unease, nervousness, and paranoia and the areas in which it is seen are fully assembled window frames, regardless if installed or not (SCP-965-1). The only way it changes homes is if you destroy the current -1 and it reappears in a different window with no explanation. Also, if you sleep in a room with a window containing this thing, be prepared for the non-physical, yet choatic nightmares you’re gonna face. They’re so bad that they will leave you feeling as though you’re being watched or stalked in the waking world. And if these dreams become more frequent, the side effects you may experience are, but not limited to: 

- heartburn or abdominal pain 

-vomiting blood or have blood in bodily wastes 

-ulcers 

-and low-grade hemorrhaging in varied locations of the victim’s gastrointestinal tract. 

These symptoms happen because exposure to this thing is what’s causing abnormal spikes of fear and paranoia, allowing these symptoms to happen. It’s a traumatic experience and the more pain you feel, the bigger its monstrous grin grows. Now why did I place him with Kevin instead of 26805, like I did with Nathan? If you know anything about the visions in the films or how any of the characters die, you’d know that Kevin’s vision-based deaths have a lot to do with windows. Such as the picture of the flash going off in his face making it look like he got squashed against a window, or how in Wendy’s last vision, he’s sucked out of the window of the subway train and reduced to, as James A. Janisse once so lovingly put it, “a strawberry shortcake”. Plus throughout the film, while trying to put on a brave and helpful front around Wendy, is fearful and uneasy, which fits this to a tea. But then again, all FD characters feel this way to some extent, because it’s difficult to not be traumatized after the things they went through. (Also, a more morbid part of me is amused at the idea of Ghost!Kevin haunting windows, especially near where he “died”. I put “died” in quotation marks because like how I mentioned in my previous post about how we don’t know whether Wendy or Kim are alive and well, we don’t know Kevin’s fate either. For all we know he could be hidden away somewhere safe and vibing with Julie and Wendy.) 

Olivia - SCP-056 aka “A Beautiful Person”: Much like how I felt SCP-105 was a good choice for Wendy and to quote what I said in that section of the post: “Do I really need to explain this? To me it just seemed pretty fitting.” I mean seriously, does this really require an explanation as to why? Have you seen Olivia? She is literally a ✨Q U E E N✨. But in all seriousness and simping aside, she is very vainly beautiful. We see her take her shirt off in one scene and just preferring to wear more open clothes. She also really hates her glasses and it is why she visits an eye-laser sugery clinic leading up to her death. She values her looks so much to the point where it gets her into a heated rivalry with Candice. When I thought about what SCP should fit her best, 056 was the first one that came to mind as some of its behavior and abilities sound like Olivia. It can change its appearence at will according to its environment and the people around it. It can turn into either the most handsome man or the most beautiful woman. It’s so attractive to look at to the point where it leaves others feeling insecure and jealous of it. Sound familiar? Kind of like the rivalry that Olivia and Candice had as mentioned earlier. It’s also very vain but can be helpful if so desired. No one knows its true form behind the numerous masks it wears. Despite what everyone feels about it, it still gets its way. 

So anyway, those were my matchups. And again, some aren’t perfect but that’s what opinions and having discussions about said opinions in the comments are for. And if you want to see more, let me know. (Also, i just found out a few minutes ago as I am finishing this post that 26805 isn’t really part of the canon and is a fanmade scp but lets pretend that it is, at least for the sake of this post)

[timeoverload]

I suppose today was better than yesterday. I was frustrated this morning because I woke up at 3:30 because my back hurt but that was the worst thing that happened. Surprisingly I still felt pretty energized most of the day once I got moving.

I was in charge this morning because the new team lead is still training and I was having to teach him a lot of stuff. He is a lot nicer than the girl that had his job before and actually appreciates my help. I'm so happy I don't have to worry about her bossing me around now and I feel like I can relax more.

I still don't feel bad about not going to her party and no one questioned me about why I didn't go. I think they knew I didn't want to have to say goodbye to her in person since she didn't treat me the best and they were witnesses to that. I still sent her a nice message on Saturday and wished her luck on her journey.

It seems like the new guy cares more about what he's doing and doesn't half-ass things like she did. I feel like I have also gotten a lot more respect than I used to and people are reporting to me more often so that has been nice so far. I know that they need me there right now because a lot of people don't know what they're doing and I have the most experience. I think they are going to be lost when it's time for me to leave.

I was so busy today but time flew by and I got off on time so that was good. I went to the store after work to get a couple things and stopped for food. Now I feel like I can't move because I'm crashing. I got my pajamas on and I'm mostly ready for bed.

I appreciate the nice messages I got today and they made me smile. It seems like you all want me to come in and throw a tantrum but I don't want to be mean about stuff. I'm not going to be angry about anything because I understand this is a weird predicament for everyone and I've realized that no one knows how to deal with it. Unfortunately I am probably going to have to wait until my appointment to say anything because my arm needs time to heal anyway. I also already requested 3 days off so that I can come see you that day and have time to recover afterward.

I am still thinking about what I want to get next. I know I wanted to get another little heart on my arm but I thought that maybe I could fit some tiny lightening bolts in there somewhere too. I'm not really sure about that yet but I thought those might be fitting given the situation.

Maxwell, I'm also not going to say anything to you unless I'm prompted to and I don't want you to be in a position where you could just run away from me. I don't want you to get mad at me or be embarrassing. I don't want it to be stressful. You could just casually ask me what I've been doing lately or something like that and maybe then I will be open about stuff. I think I know how I would respond to that question now. I'm not forcing you to do that but I want to let you know that I'm not afraid to talk about what has been going on for such a long time. 💖💖💖

Anyway, I'm going to try to relax now for a while before I go to bed. Thank you all for listening to me. I hope everyone has a lovely evening and a good day tomorrow. :)

[bittyfromquotev]

Madie Aizawa: Origin: Chapter 1

This is the backstory of my BNHA OC. I’ve only completed the first chapter, so I hope y’all like it!

WARNINGS: mentions of abuse and r@pe, bullying, Misophonia

“I’ve got every right to be a villain,” she stated in a strangely casual manner. “Really? How?” The man across from her inquired rather forcefully. His face was scrunched up in a suspicious glare, eyes cold despite being known for his fire Quirk. “It—It’s hard to explain unless I ramble. I like to do that. You sure you’re okay with that?” The pro hero’s gaze hardened even more, if that was possible. “Yes. I asked you a question, now answer it.” She sighed at his response, thinking back. Back to when she believed her downward spiral began. . . . Outside the bathroom was muffled and loud all at once, distant yet irritating. But inside, where they were, was worse than all that carefree noise. There was a girl, naked and cold, her clothes and school materials strewn across the floor. She plugged and unplugged her ears with her pinky fingers repeatedly in an attempt to stop the echo of panting and groaning; the sound of laughter and the slick bathroom floor under her feet. It wasn’t the first time she’d heard these sounds, and although she wanted it to be, it wouldn’t be the last. “C’mon, Madie,” the leader crooned. He glared at her teasingly with those pine-green eyes of his, a cruel smirk crossing his face. “Look at me. Say something!” He bent over, leaning close to her face and lifting her chin to meet his gaze. “That wasn’t so bad, now was it?” Madie took a deep, shuddered breath. “Not…Not any worse than the first time this happened,” she rasped, quite exhausted, yet defiant. “Just leave me alone, Johnathan.” Johnathan turned to his friend and motioned to the scattered mess on the floor. “Give the poor girl her stuff, man. We’re done here.” The other boy nodded, fixing his belt as he threw Madie’s clothes at her. Johnathan raked his large hands through his ebony hair before leading his friends out of the bathroom, waving a goodbye to her in phony friendliness. Madie was cold. Cold and warm all at once. Would she be late to her next class? Oh, well. It doesn’t matter anyways. She closed her eyes briefly. She had to leave. There was no way she wouldn’t get caught naked by some random kids rushing to use the bathroom. Her chest tightened with anxiety at the idea and… Heart racing and almost leaping out of her chest, Madie hurriedly dressed herself and put her backpack on. After washing her hands, she soared out of the bathroom and in the direction of her Algebra class. That class made the whole ordeal much worse. She would have been quicker to leave if her next class was something she liked. That’s not important! Just get to class. As she burst into the classroom, Madie was tackle-hugged by her friend — no, acquaintance, Ivy. “Oh my gosh, Madie!” she exclaimed, her big hazel eyes gleaming with mixed emotions. “I almost thought that you’d left early! All the same, it’s a good thing we have time to kill before the bell.” Madie gave an exasperated smile at the girl’s energy. “Calm down, girl. I’m fine.” Ivy grinned brightly. “C‘mon! C’mon! We need to sit down!” Madie rolled her eyes as she let herself get yanked into her seat. Many of their classmates didn’t arrive until about a minute before the tardy bell rang, laughter and horseplay erupting for a bit before the teacher put an end to it. The algebra lecture began, but Madie wasn’t paying attention. She was too busy thinking about the exact opposite of what she actually wanted to be thinking about right now. She hated her brain sometimes. It had a habit of picturing images and sounds that either scared her, disturbed her, or caused her to be upset in general. In this particular case, though, her brain decided to wander to recent events. Flashes and sounds echoed in her head, and closing her eyes did no good to stop them. It would get so bad sometimes that she would squirm uncomfortably in her seat, praying that it wasn’t noticeable, that people wouldn’t get the wrong idea and try something too. It was like that for the rest of the school day. Flashbacks, snacks with flashbacks, and more flashbacks.

The end of the day was Madie’s favorite part. It meant that she didn’t have to socialize with anyone but her parents for the rest of the day. It meant not having to deal with Johnathan. It meant an actual damn meal. Madie’s mother, Selena Aizawa, was a kind and considerate woman who would do anyone a favor. She was always cooking for her family and others. So even though it was concerning how hungry Madie always was after school, it made Selena very happy, anyways. Madie always thought that her mother’s food was the best. “Are you sure you’re eating enough at school, mijá?” Selena asked, filling Madie’s second plate of flautas. “Sí, Mami,” Madie responded, exasperated. “Sí estoy comiendo bien!” She was about to take a bite when the front door opened with a groan. “<I’m home!>” “<Dad!>” Madie chirped, leaping from her seat and throwing her arms around her father’s waist. The tall man hugged her back lovingly. “<How was school? Nothing bad happened, I hope.>” Madie shook her head. “<Nope. It was fine.>” she assured him. “OH! RIGHT! <Mom wanted to talk to you a bit.>” Selena nodded and politely broke into the space between Madie and her father. “<Yes. It’s important, Taeko.>” Turning to Madie, she added, “We need privacidad, mija. Finish your plate and then do what you need to do.” Madie nodded, returning to her flautas while her parents went into their room upstairs.

After eating, Madie checked her bags for homework and missing assignments. Nothing. I’ll just wander around the house. She decided. I don’t feel like doing anything else, anyways. Her family lived in a decently sized beige two-story house with a black rooftop and a chimney. The living room and kitchen were the biggest areas of the house, even though the Aizawas rarely had guests over. The kitchen had a circular dining table made of a charcoal-colored wood with round chairs surrounding it. In the perfect center of the kitchen was the island. It was made from marbled amber wood and was surrounded by tall round spin-ey chairs. The pantry was a walk-in, that’s pretty much it. The counter was black, a few amber leaf designs here and there, with a sink, microwave, oven, and plenty of space to lay out supplies and ingredients for cooking. A sunset-orange set of French doors leads to the backyard patio. What a perfect place for lounging! Madie trudged over to the living room, plopping down and sinking into the velvet leather couch, mindlessly staring at the blank TV. “Fucking shit, bro,” she whispered, not really talking to anyone in her weary state. Not like there was anyone to talk to. Again she began to analyze the room she was in. The colors of the living room were mostly blacks, grays, and reds. There was an average-looking coffee table close to the couch made mostly of glass save for the legs, which were an acacia-red color. The TV was a 75” screen that was hung — basically plastered to the gray wall behind it. The remote for said TV was placed neatly on the coffee table. Around the carpeted black floor, there were three more soft chairs, all three of them a royal red or velvet like the couch Madie had placed herself in. They also had cup holders and armrests- She paused, blinking. Why in the fuck was she racking her exhausted af brain to analyze her own house?

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Not my BEST work, but I’m happy with it!

[andthebubbles]

Well it’s nearly the end of the year and as usual I like to blab something about it before it becomes wtf!2023???

it was a preeeeeeeeetty good year... i had a very chill start, then i got my old (casual) job back, then i got the part-time version of it and my contract goes to the end of next year, which is nice. but already there’s talk that it might be extended, which would be really nice, but i won’t be too cut up about it if it doesn’t happen. though, idk what i’ll do next... but that bridge can be crossed when it comes to it

on june 2 i got my fuckin dream car skjfngkdfjngkfjgnfg i was honestly aiming for the older version with the 1hz engine but my parents were like ‘it’s too old!!’ (wtf lol) and so between us we got the 2015 version... wildddd. it’s really no one else’s dream car, unless you know what it’s about. it rattles and it’s LOUD and it’s bumpy and it has hardly any in-car tech (yay!) and no infotainment system (yay!) and wind up windows (yay!!!) and it’s HUGE and it fits only into 2.4m+ carparks (at least i haven’t dared to try one with 2.3m clearance yet) and it has a turning circle of a.... very small bus.... actually it IS classified as a bus, lol. anyway, i still have a lot to do to it, but that’s what i love about it, and i’m very excited to make it comfy and quiet and my home on wheels, and i should really get started on some of that soon lol.

we alsoooo got aoife the cat :3 she was watching the 9pm fireworks actually, it was sooooo cute. (i think she just likes the lights, and she likes the lights/shadows of the passing car headlights when everyone tries to leave our suburb after each fireworks is over.) she’s also lately a TV addict (she loves those cat tv youtube vids), and she loves the garden and being outdoors and stalking birds. and she’s a really good insect hunter. and she eats cockroaches. gross. she also doesn’t like food much (...) but she looooooves pats. and she loves being called to come, unless she’s busy or asleep. and she goes on car trips with us. actually i can’t believe we’ve only had her since jan 28, it feels a lot longer than that ever since she reached adulthood/the past couple of months. also she has the cutest sweetest meow. and starts crying when we turn the TV off. and cries sometimes if we leave her downstairs LMAO. and she loves other cats and is scared of human strangers, esp ones that enter the house skjfngkg. and she follows us everywhere unless she’s too sleepy. i’ve never had a cat like her, but i hear that maine coons are dog-like, so i guess that’s why.

in other news, my parents are getting old. it’s kinda... well ‘weird’ isn’t the right word, but the balance is changing. we should’ve gotten that car 10 years ago lol. rn i’m the only one who can drive it--although i think my dad can drive it again in a couple of months or so (that’s what he says anyway). but i really need to fix the bumpiness.

oh yeah, job-wise, the best part about it is the driving and picking up stuff, and getting paid for it!! yas

okay, that was like, really all over the place and not even vaguely structured or organised, but what the hell, i’m not writing a fucking essay

also i would like to say that alongside the sound of a lawnmower, the sound of a house party is Right Up There on my list of Most Hated Sounds, ffssssssss

[inz-lokisdottir]

Hii :] thank you for the tag!

1. Are you named after anyone?

“No, but my middle name is my grandmother’s name, Freyja. Also a nickname that I get called rarely, mostly by those I’m closest to.”

2. When was the last time you cried?

“Mm….this morning? Not like, 7 or 8am morning, more like 2 or 3am morning. Yeah..”

3. Do you have any kids?

“No. Unless you count Baby Inz, but she’s not my kid. But I did make her with magic. But she’s not my child, so- I don’t have kids, or a kid, in my opinion but I guess it depends on how you interpret that?”

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

“Well I used to. I used to use it a heck of a lot, but I don’t use it as much now.”

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

“If they’re friendly or not. Like, even if a friendly person tries to look unfriendly or vice versa, I’ve made enough mistakes in my life to tell the difference by now. But also maybe if they’re faking a smile or emotions in general. Orrr…hmm….if you mean people as in just walking past and stuff, I guess I notice their eyes first, it’s a weird habit to just look at people for a millisecond when I walk past, but I think that’s natural because like- in case a kidnapping or something else happens or even for some light hearted reasons.

Man, that was deeper than I thought I’d make it. Anyway, next question.”

6. What’s your eye colour?

“Dark brown, unless I’m using my powers then they glow fluorescent green.”

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

“Ooh…uhh…I don’t know, I don’t watch this stuff but happy endings sound better to me.”

8. Any special talents?

“Mm…to be honest, I’d say no? Unless you count skills, abilities and powers as talents but I would say there are others who can do most of the stuff I can do to, so…”

9. Where were you born?

“Midgard. Apparently the day my parents were about to go back to Asgard, that’s what Kaidus told me, and I think I remember my parents telling me the same a long time back.”

10. What are your hobbies?

“Eh…I don’t really have any, I don’t have the time for them. Busy.”

11. Do you have any pets?

“Yes, many. Some may say too many, but I don’t believe that.”

12. What sports do/have you played?

“Mm…do sword fights and such count? Or are we talking the sports like…what’re they called…basketball, football, that stuff? Because if it’s that then no, not really. Again, I mostly got out of that rancid and horrible lifestyle I used to have when I was 11, maybe 12, so… I’m kind of still figuring myself out whilst getting used to being able to do casual activities and such? If that makes sense. It probably doesn’t but I’m trying to keep this short without me going on tangents.”

13. How tall are you?

“Taller side of 5’3, so nearly 5’4.”

14. What’s your favourite subject in school?

“Well I didn’t really go to school so I’m not sure. I’ve seen friends do homework though and help them at times…I think English is something I like, preferably the literature and not the other stuff.”

15. Dream job?

“…eh?”

[ tagging @askbuckybarnes @asksteve-rogers @wolfyocs @tenebristhequeen @officialpeter-parker @imagineiput10morepeoplehere (if you wanna tag along, you do that please 😭 I’m still lost on who to tag and have nowhere near 15)]

15 questions, 15 people

Thanks @ask-the-restorer-of-stars for the tag! This looks like fun!

Rules: answer the questions and tag 15 people

1. Are you named after anyone?

Ummmm no? No, I don’t think so.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Oh my gosh when was the last time I cried….

3. Do you have any kids?

Heck yeah I do! She’s my pride and joy 🥹

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

More than I probably should

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Their eyes I think

6. What’s your eye color?

Green!

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Ummmm both.

8. Any special talents?

Oh well uhh, I can play the drums. I can cook, and I’m pretty awesome at it. I can take apart and put it together again with no problem. I can paint, and since I’ve got a daughter, I’m really good at braiding hair.

9. Where were you born?

Coral Gables, Florida

10. What are your hobbies?

Dude, I have too many to list. I have ADHD; I’ve got a bunch of hobbies.

11. Do you have any pets?

I do! I’ve got Cami, my sweet German shepherd mix and my newest edition is Shae, the baby Rottweiler puppy. And Cassie has a cat named Gremlin

12. What sports do you/have you played?

Baseball is my favorite sport I’ve ever played ever. I played football for a couple of years, but I’d rather watch it than play it. Baseball is the way to go.

13. How tall are you?

5’10”

14. Favorite subject in school

Okay see…I was one of those kids who didn’t really have to work hard to get good grades in high school. And I’m definitely the type who loves to learn but hated school soooooo. I’m gonna say lunch.

15. Dream job?

Hey, dude I’ve already got my dream job(s).

Tagging: no pressure @inz-lokisdottir @askazara @askyelenabelova @askthewasp @youknowwhoiamaskblog I’m tagging you because it’s funny to me whether you answer or not @ultimategamernerd @nedleedleleedleleeds @maninthechxir and anyone else who wants to play

[c-is-for-circinate]

The thing is, the Bell's Hells are the mindfuck party. They're the read-your-thoughts, grift/goad/gaslight party. They're going to pick your pocket, they're going to terrify you down to your bones, they're going to force you into therapy and make you question your sanity and steal your secrets and your stuff and they'll smile doing it.

So much of the way they've demonstrated respect for one another, in fact, has come down to not doing that. Not prying. Not lying. They play "What the fuck is up with that?", and it's about asking instead of taking. Some of them were evasive. By and large, they were allowed to be.

Fearne picks the party's pockets and Ashton picks hers back -- it's not permission, exactly, but it becomes a game, something very nearly consensual. This party asks each other for consent so much. "Do you want to tell us what's wrong?" "Do you want me to help?" "I can try to look inside your mind, for your sake -- do you want me to?"

It means that by and large they have been more open to each other when questions get asked, because they all know they can say 'no comment'. (Chetney's still an evasive motherfucker, but what can you do.) It means that we get things like the Imogen-Laudna fight, with mutual friends who want to help and will offer advice but also won't ask too many questions about the details because my business only extends to what you want to give me, and we were all a little worried about that but it also worked. Laudna and Imogen worked it out themselves. They asked for forgiveness and it was granted.

They don't take no for an answer from Fearne's parents. They don't take a casual brush-off for an answer from the Nightmare King. They don't back off on other people, they only back off for each other, because they respect each other and obeying boundaries is how they show it.

Which has a lot of impact, I think, on the way the FCG fight ended on Thursday night, because the conclusion the group came to is, "if any one of us flies off the handle, the rest of us will stop you." Imogen says to FCG that she will look into his mind without asking if she has to. As a party, as a team, they agree to keep an eye on each other. To keep watch and be ready if anybody else explodes. To interfere.

And I think part of why that conversation is so powerful is because it is, in its own way, still more of that asking for consent. We are telling each other right now that this is how it's going to go: these are my boundaries, these are my limits. I will not fuck with your shit unless your shit is going off the rails, and if it is, I am telling you now that I will stop it. I'm telling you now, so you can register a record of your own boundaries. This is our new explicit mutual agreement. We will step into each other's business as a group in these situations, and we know this beforehand. If you can't consent to that, then I like you and I'll miss you and I wish you well, but I can't agree to adventuring with you any more.

I really love how distance has been an expression of closeness for this group, the paradox and the respect of it. After all, you don't need to be careful with a stranger you don't care about, the same way you do with your friends. I'm eager to see if and how the group dynamics develop after Thursday, though, to see how careful changes. To maybe see the Hells reach the point where they can be a little more careless with each other again and still feel safe and okay. To see them choose to still take care in handling one another anyway, because they love each other enough to give it.