#please don't contact me or anyone i genuinely don't want to connect with anyone or talk or anything at all

[avinox]

.

[melodic-haze]

Okay, hear me out. Having the power over the Tsaritsa herself

If we get Arle our levels should surely surpass and manage to get the ice woman herself under our thumb.. RAHSHSHHAHD the thought alone makes me so turned on Imaginee???

☆ — DEMO TRACK: sub!Tsaritsa x dom!Reader

☆ — TYPE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: Degredation 🤷‍♀️✌️ one day I will use this part for something genuinely worrying like someone dying idk but today is NOT that day

☆ — NOTES: When I tell you I stared before screaming in sheer glee 😭😭😭 LIKE THANK YOU FOR INDULGING ME AND MY POWER FANTASIES HALLELUJAH

God I love having powerful women at my feet ty YESSIR I CAN IMAGINE IT AND I'M GOING INSANE❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️

This woman was once a goddess so full of love, only for her heart to harden once she ran out of love to give :(((( it's up to you to give her that love again 🥰

In all seriousness though it is such a PRIVILEGE to be let past the many walls she has made for herself, let alone being able to hold her heart in your hands. Please hold it gently :( I know you lot wanna get on with it already but the path towards loving and domming this archon is! Very difficult! But in the end it's so worth it :333 bc she will show you pure, utter love and devotion—it'll have everyone, especially the Harbingers, jealous of such a connection, though whether they're jealous of you for being in the arms of their Tsaritsa or they're jealous of their GOD being the receiver of your love is anyone's guess

Ofc there's always the option where you date the Harbingers too but like that isn't the focus here shhhhh 🤫🤫🤫🤫

Once you have gained her full trust, now all you need is to reassure her that it's okay to put down her crown whenever it's just the two of you. It'll certainly take a while again, but when she finally has the courage to let go and essentially give you the reigns, well...

It started off with the same sort of song-and-dance, with the two of you kissing each other deeply as your hands roamed around each other's bodies.. yet usually none of your actions have ever gone beyond simply feeling each other up and building up that excitement before simply letting it down lightly and settling for something less.. carnal.

This time, however, it's as if some hidden switch had been found—you know not of what spurred your beloved archon to get more starved for touch than usual, with her hands wandering within the confines of your clothing and brushing onto bare skin, but you weren't complaining in the least.. though you couldn't help but feel confused.

It is only when she backs you up and pushes you down onto the bed before straddling your lap with a brand new look in her eyes, so utterly clouded with need, that you realise what she wants.

"Are you sure? You know I don't mind waiting for as long as you need."

"And how long will you last in this world before it takes you from me too?" The Tsaritsa shakes her head with a sad smile as she focuses on you despite the lustful daze she's in, "No, I am ready to be taken by you, in both body and soul."

You couldn't help but soften at your lover's confession, warmth filling you despite the cold radiating off her skin—something of a side effect from being the Cryo Archon, you had guessed—and just a touch of melancholy brushing against your heart as she speaks of her fear for the loss of you.

It's not as if you were going to simply discard such a proclamation, especially when it comes from the Goddess of Love herself, so you gently brush a hand on her cheek before moving down to squeeze her bicep in reassurance, "If that is what my Archon wants, then--"

"No."

"No?"

"Within the confines of this room, I do not want to be above your stature." She wraps her hands around your neck, causing you to shiver pleasantly at the icy contact, "I wish to be equals.. and..."

"And..?"

Her voice was quieter this time, a lot more bashful as she looks away with a rosy tint on her cheeks, "Perhaps even.. below you.. with a loss of my power."

"..You're sure?"

"Yes, I..." She lets out a light exhale before looking at you with true sincerity in her eyes, "I trust you with full control over me."

You try to find the words that seem appropriate to answer with, and yet you find none. So you kiss her tenderly at first.. before deepening the kiss, taking charge as you pull her towards you.

When she lets out a low moan of satisfaction, you couldn't help but smile as you proceeded beyond the line that the two of you were initially hesitant to cross.

Anyways after that, you have the feared Tsaritsa at the palm of your hand, ready and eager to do what you'd want to do ☺️☺️☺️☺️

Imagine being gentle with her at first, showing her soooo much love in your actions as you kiss and touch and worship her body. Her breaths are heavy and deep, perhaps even hot if it weren't for the fact that they came out as cold fogs. In fact, she's cautious at first due to her being very cold, her body temperature SO unlike yours but you tell her that it's okay!!! It'll feel even better anyway 🫶 why?

Temperature play ☺️☺️☺️ she's naturally really cold, so if you put your finger in her sopping cunt, your warmth is doing basically like half the work for you. Start adding friction into the equation, moving your digits inside her as you pepper hot kisses on pale skin and let your tongue swirl on her breasts, and she'll be squirming in basically no time due to how hot your touch feels compared to hers 🫶🫶🫶🫶

THEN you get rougher with her; adding more force into your touch and you start getting more relentless by the second and preventing her from actually taking a moment. The moment you say something degrading towards her by pure accident, you swear it just slipped out, at first you think you've made a GRAVE mistake like yk she said that you can do whatever but YOU DON'T THINK SHE MEANT??? THAT!!!!!!! But when a whine escapes her lips as her eyes nearly roll to the back of her head, her wet folds squeezing your fingers all the while, you realise she LIKES that. And that's like. Holy shit she trusts you THAT much that she's LETTING you essentially ruin her and her godly image

The moment you mutter both words of praise AND degredation is the moment she's gonna be SOOOO GONEEEEEEE❗️❗️❗️

"You're sucking me in," you mused out loud with a light smirk. "Who knew the Cryo Archon turned out to be such a pretty whore... For someone like me, no less."

She bucks her hips up with a raspy moan at your words, the sound absolutely sinful to your ears, despite the fact that at the state she was in, there was no way she understood most of what you said. Her skin flushed and her lips swollen because of you, the once ever-so-frigid archon was reduced to a pathetic mess.

Of course such a scene was an ego boost for you, not to mention a turn on.

Your lips traced a line all the way down, from her lips.. to her chest.. to her abdomen.. until it brushes her sensitive clit, your breath hot against cold skin. You feel her fingers tangle themselves in your hair, gripping tightly in anticipation and need for you to do whatever it is you wanted to do.

"My beautiful girl is so eager for me, aren't you?" You cooed as your free hand airily grazed the outside of her thigh before gripping onto it, "Don't worry your pretty little head, hm? I'll give you sooo much love, you won't even know what to do with it all."

All it took was one lick with your tongue, the muscle so unbearably hot to her touch, for the Tsaritsa to realise that you were going to make good on that promise of yours.

SHE'LL TAKE EVERYTHING WITHOUT A WORD OF COMPLAINT UGGHGB in fact she'll even DELIGHT in the change of roles, in the way that you're happily using and toying with her :3333

Overstimming her would be SO MUCH FUN because of the temperature build-up. Not to mention if you say that you love her??? Oh FUCK her reaction is delightful—she'll start fucking CRYING, both at the overstim and the fact that you truly love her and you were willing to show it in every way you can :((((( and suddenly she's seeing STARS behind her eyelids as she cums herself silly :3

From that and the later sessions you have, it's very clear who TRULY holds the reigns between you 🫶🫶🫶🫶 and with the Tsaritsa, who needs and DESERVES a break from being looked down upon as some......some antagonist in Teyvat's story, well. She wouldn't have it any other way 🥰

Oh. One more thing before this is done!!! She's an EXPERT at aftercare hello she's not the (former) Goddess of Love for nothing, just saying..........just give her a few mins to recover first. Or maybe an hour. Just give her a moment 😭😭😭 OR ALTERNATIVELY PAMPER HER AFTERWARDS❗️❗️❗️❗️ Take care of her, you'll see her cry again, something she'd usually refuse to do around everyone else, and you just gotta hug her and tell her you're here and it's okay and that you love her :((((

[aerialflight]

fic rec list (in other words, i need a list for my neurotic brain and its obsessions, f me)

Yeah, everything said above. also, the deadpool and wolverine brainrot is real. i only watched it a week ago. nfeiwofpewafe.

-

[Deadpool and Wolverine] (i'm still desperately searching for more. i just need a list for the ones that won't leave me alone fyufivuohbjl)

How To Pay For Rent 💸 by fictionfeast

Ship: Logan | Worst Wolverine/Wade Wilson (i still can't believe this is the ship name, they actually put worst wolverine as a specification. it's such a unique dynamic and relationship that we NEED that differentiation. amazing.)

To pay for rent, Logan and Wade take odd jobs on Craigslist.

(listen, LISTEN. just from the fact craiglist is involved, you KNOW it's gonna be off the walls crack and hilarity. i swear, this fic went in directions i never in a million years would've predicted, it's amazing. the voices for these characters are impeccable and i, too, would like to shake deadpool like a snowglobe so some goddamn honestly will barf out. logan, you have my sympathies. please read, i'm literally going insane.)

shattered glass by anarkissed

Ship: Logan | Worst Wolverine/Wade Wilson

At first, Wade is pretty sure it all starts with the bullet- the one Logan had held in his teeth and spit out like it was a prize. Or maybe it starts in the Honda Odyssey. Or maybe it had started way back with Logan's smile. That first sardonic one when they'd met. Or maybe it's the way Logan is always staring at him. Or maybe- "I think you're enjoying this too much." "Maybe you're not enjoying it enough." It’s more bite than kiss, more claim than caress, but it’s their mouths connecting all the same, and Wade gasps, hoarsely, as blood wells up from his lips and Logan tongues it away like it’s his god-given right. Oh, oh oh, oh- he’s crazy. He’s so crazy. Wade has never wanted anyone so badly in his entire life. Wade tries to figure out where whatever he has with Logan started. (And he's kind of hoping he never has to see how it ends.)

Part 1 of dying engine (poolverine/deadclaws)

(i'm not fucking kidding when i say this is my favorite d&w fic. i want to gnaw this in my mouth and develop vampire canines as i sharpen them every fucking reread. there are passages here that i reread like a fucking lunatic and i use the find in page option for the word 'crazy' just so i can go to my favorite part. and the fact there's a freaking part 2? that has logan's pov in it??? and it makes me feel just as unhinged??? it makes me want to go apeshit. please read. for the love of god.)

how easy you are to need by Patricia_Sage

Ship: Logan | Worst Wolverine/Wade Wilson

Wade smiles when the doctor opens the door. "Hi, we have a vet appointment at 2:00. Please tell me he doesn't have rabies because I have been scratched and bitten plenty." *** Logan gets treatment for adamantium poisoning. Wade helps.

Part 2 of he has risen, babygirl

(i fucking CACKLED reading this, omfg. also, wade's version of helping is both sweet and freaking hilarious, i love this idiot so much. and this fic! addresses the fact logan probably has ptsd medical trauma and i love that. it's hardly ever addressed and i appreciate how it's shown here. also, it's a series! part 1 is great too, you don't need to read it to understand part 2 though, dw.)

Void by RovingOtter

Ship: Logan | Worst Wolverine/Wade Wilson

After a week without contact, Logan leaves Wade a weird voicemail.

(i'm religiously checking in on this for updates. i know the summary doesn't say anything, so i'll say it here. logan becomes aware of the fourth wall and it's so fascinating??? a genuine look on what happens if the wolverine becomes aware that he's a fictional character and the exploration of that premise here is *chefs kiss* delicious. and how wade reacts to it and how they both deal with the aftermath of this development is so interesting and god, i NEED to know how this fic will go. genuinely one of those fics that have a premise i've never thought about before and it's GLORIOUS!)

where soul meets body by Edgebug

Ship: Logan | Worst Wolverine/Wade Wilson

"I'll probably see you around?" "Probably not," Logan says, something in his spine still shaking even now, and Wade looks at him with those huge dark eyes that look--hurt, maybe, heartbroken, and Logan knows he has to get up and leave before he can't. Each step is agony increasing, the thing in his spine trembling ever-harder and then Wade calls his name and he stops, turns, sees those eyes again; pleading, desperate. A rush of emotion slams into his hindbrain, it feels half foreign and half his own; don't do this can't do this without you please stay please stay stay stay stay let me stay stay stay "Come home with me," Wade blurts out, and Logan finds that he's taken steps toward Wade without realizing it, closing the yawning gap between them, and the thing in his spine relaxes just a little. "Okay," he says. (In which something very interesting happens underneath the Time Ripper, and Wade and Logan deal with the aftermath.)

(they vulcan mind melded and now can't live without the other. i just love this author's writing and i read every one of their d&w fics. i'm in love with their characterization of not just d&w but the rest of the cast as well! and the banter and genuinely fun interactions between d&w has me kicking my feet and giggling like a school girl. please read, i totally recommend this fic and the rest of the author's other fics XD)

your fool in this game for two by abillionstars

Ship: Logan | Worst Wolverine/Wade Wilson

“Have you ever lived with anyone before?” At Wade’s question, Logan pauses to think. Scratches his balls for a second, and says, “I lived at Xavier’s school for a while, before I left. Lived in a clapboard boarding house about seventy years back. A couple of times, I slept in a park with other people nearby. Do those count?” “That was a rhetorical question,” says Wade. “Some might even call it an accusatory one. Mostly because—dude. I’m a fucking mess. But you’re even worse.” (two loser loners, falling in love.)

(this is crack. the peak of romance, the very height of big squishy feelings. it's perfect. god, i am utterly trash for this fic, it's so fucking good fnewiofpew)

Love You All Over by FinelyDressedSpacemen

Ship: Logan | Worst Wolverine/Wade Wilson

The bad guys have love spells now, apparently. Logan gets nailed. Wade tries not to. With great power over your sexiest friend comes great emotional responsibility.

(where wade tries his best to respect logan and logan makes this, so freaking hard for him lmao. lovesick logan is truly the most flirty version of wolverine and it's incredible. it's like if hugh jackman himself is trying to romance the shit out of you. wade really is the stronger person, incredible. anyway, this was a joy to read and if you like musicals, this is definitely for you <3)

I'm the worst at what I do by Thestarvedghost

Ship: Logan | Worst Wolverine/Wade Wilson

Logan finds out from Wade after everything is said and done, universes saved and friends met, that most hims across the multiverse have some sort of memory issue, one way or another. Logan wishes he was that fucking lucky. He remembers it all.

Part 1 of No end and no beginning

(i recommend this entire series, the progression on d&w's relationship has me singing! it's so sweet and fluffy! well, as fluffy as 2 murderous, self-hating bastards can be anyway lol.)

-

[Dimension 20] (Fantasy High, A Court of Fey and Flowers, A Crown of Candy)

interchange by fangirl_squee

Fandom: Fantasy High

Oh, the Bad Kids? Yeah, in that group they have [checks notes] a pirate cleric, a goblin bard, a Helioic fighter, an elven barbarian, a tiefling rogue, and a half-orc wizard.

(it's so interesting how different yet the same the bad kids are even with their class changes. man, the idea of fabian being a freaking cleric still makes me want to cackle. he'd be so much more Exasperated by the bad kids, especially freshman fabian X'D. also barbarian adaine has my whole fucking heart.)

yeah you held me the whole way through, when i couldn’t say the words like you by zedif_y

Fandom: Fantasy High

Ship: Riz Gukgak/Fabian Aramais Seacaster

When Fabian is ten, his Papa tells him the story of how he married his mother. It’s a gory tale, one that involves a cut eye and bodies hitting the deck. He tells Fabian of a love that sent him to his knees, that leads a man like him– fearsome and powerful, the greatest pirate to ever live– to start a family. A love that gave him Fabian. --- A study on Fabian, grief, and, ultimately— love.

(an exploration on fabian's idea of what love is. god, it's so well written. i love this fic and absolutely recommend it! <3)

white knuckles by thathastu

Fandom: Fantasy High

Ships: Fabian/everyone (but all unrequited)

His ex-fling’s little sister. Two people in committed relationships who also happen to be in the same mega famous rock band. A heartbroken lesbian who doesn’t want to be involved with men in any way. And Riz fucking Gukgak. Fabian Aramais Seacaster, son of Bill Seacaster, finds himself falling for all of his friends.

(seeing the bad kids through fabian's eyes made me realize why the bad kids would be considered attractive to people who know them! it's so sweet how much fabian cares and pays attention to them and the constant feeling of 'oh no oh no' both made me want to laugh and coo at him lmao)

life in a wallflower garden with my friends by sickoflosiingsoulmates for lesbiansweetflips

Fandom: Fantasy High

Ship: Ayda Aguefort/Figueroth Faeth

This is what Ayda has spent her entire life searching after. This is what she built the friendship section in the library in hopes of, what she spent long, lonely nights dreaming of. A night with a friend, a true friend, laughing and talking about nothing in particular. [or, ayda finds friends in the bad kids]

(ayda has friends! ayda has frieeenndss!! i'm so so in love with her and this fic is so fluffy and sweet! gah, instant shot of endorphins, guarantee!)

allies and fealty, or, on finding the first knight of the new Court of Craft by fangirl_squee

Fandom: A Court of Fey and Flowers

Ship: Binx Choppley/Captain K. P. Hob

The enemy of my enemy is kind of my friend. Or something.

(i'm always a sucker for rare pairs and man, this is something i didn't even know i wanted. i love how slowly and carefully they build trust in each other, especially binx who is so secretive and initiated this relationship in the first place. by the end, i completely bought this ship and the potential for it.)

I've walked a fragile line and I've fallen down by jadeandquartz

Fandom: A Crown of Candy

Anger is burning in Lapin’s chest. It is bitter, and it is bloody, and it shines brighter than any Bulb the church might care to invent. Normally, he leaves his emotions be. He cannot afford to let feelings drive him forwards. Remaining logical is the only safe way to play the game of politics - and if you do not play it safe, you die. And if you die, then what was the point? But nothing about their predicament is normal. So, fuck playing the game safely. Fuck that. The world will not play safe with the lives of those he loves. *** In which Belizabeth Brassica is looking for a heretic, and Lapin confesses to his apostasy to protect the House of Rocks.

(one of the first crown of candy fics i read and i never looked back. lapin survive stories makes me so feral and god i love this cantankerous bunny so so much fnewiofewp)

to leave this all behind (halo round his head) by grumpyhedgehogs

Fandom: A Crown of Candy

Lapin blinks slowly at Brassica as she steps up to the bars of his cell, the guards splitting around her like so much water over a stone. He inclines his head, trying for regal and probably failing. “Heretic.” Her voice grates against his eardrums. “You have awakened.” “Zealot. You haven’t killed me.” Lapin replies, dry.

(another, much longer fic where lapin survives and i'm so in love with how much detail and fantastic characterization this fic has, not just for lapin but for the whole cast! the day i stop loving the lapin survives trope is the day i die.)

-

[The Terror] (yeah, i know, extremely random, and yet here we are. it's due to this animatic here that i was introduced to this show in the first place. def recommend both the show and this artist *thumbs up*)

I'll be Homeward Bound in Time by clandestinegardenias

Ship: Francis Crozier/James Fitzjames

Back in the Arctic, stuffed two to a sleeping sack and trying to keep each other alert, he and James used to name every good type of thing they would eat when they got back, knowing–as they thought–the time would never come. 'Cream puffs', James had sighed one frigid night in a partial feverish delirium. Francis could hardly see him but for the lightest starlight, yet he had heard the smile evident in his voice all the same. That close, he had nearly felt it. --- Hailed as heroes on their miraculous return to England, Francis and James fail to cope, but nonetheless manage to fall together.

(i love how warm they are here, how clearly these two depend on one another and find joy despite the fact london is trying it's best to stamp out this closeness. post-rescue is always such an interesting time where they get to reflect and be traumatized by what happened in the arctic and the lack of understanding that is found when they go home. it's done so well here and man, i just love these two together. the ship that sails their ships lmao)

death is a sailing ship by Maleann

Ship: Francis Crozier/James Fitzjames

"James had died knowing that his heart, the core of his very being that no biographer would ever know, would carry on in Francis Crozier. Would be protected, cherished even, because Francis deemed him worthy of such care. Oh, how he had loved Francis then. He had been at peace with this being his last living thought. It’s his only thought now. In this undead life, his love has nowhere to go."  ___ James Fitzjames wakes up in the Afterlife. It looks strangely similar to his cabin on Erebus. (Updated with amazing artwork by Marella!)

(the fic is so!! kind!!! to all its characters! and fitzjames is in full form here, i love how it's him that's trying so hard to take care of his men, despite sir john and his lack of empathy. to have fitzjames damn what is proper and trying to do his best as always even in the freaking afterlife, god. you can just see how much fitzjames changed from the beginning of the show to his end in this fic. how all the characters changed, really. every character here is given room to heal and face the consequences of their actions and there were moments that it seriously made me cry. this is my fave fic in this entire list, it just does an amazing job of showing compassion to all its characters and i love it.)

there but for the grace of- by TheGoodDoctor

Ship: Francis Crozier/James Fitzjames

“I wish you would stop being such a martyr,” a languid voice says quietly, drawling as well as a man can with two missing molars and a glassy, bloodshot eye, leaking all the while from open chest wounds. Francis is rather impressed with his dedication to the role, somewhere under the roil of fury and exhaustion. “You know as well as I do that you could have this bed sometimes, if it didn’t suit you to stomp about with blacked eyes and a put-upon expression.” “And what should we do with you all the while, Commander,” he says, all on a great sigh, “wrap you in sailcloth already? Come, man, you’re either well enough to cease bleeding on my sheets or too ill to get out of them, you can’t have it both ways.” “Francis,” Ross began, “I did not undertake to accept the position of second on Franklin’s expedition for you, as you asked.”

(this fic scratched a brain itch i didn't even know i had. it's so interesting to think about, the idea of crozier not being on the expedition and instead being the person who rescues them instead. fitzjames and crozier actually developing a relationship based on this premise, without the shared trauma, is so so intriguing to me and i wish i had more of this. also, the fact crozier is so much more mentally healthier than canon due to ross makes me want to laugh and cry. god, if only.)

out of the sea came he, still hid in mist by dazydaisy for shortcrust

Ship: Francis Crozier/James Fitzjames

You make bargains you cannot keep. You make promises you plan to break. You give things that are not yours to give.

(a haunting, magical realism fic that feels like a gothic fairy tale. exactly my kind of fic! and if it's yours? definitely a good read *thumbs up*)

At Civil Twilight by lieutenant_iceberg

“Well,” said Francis. “Jopson, will you see what you can do with this three-year-old peace offering? A cup for each of us, and one for you.” “Sir,” said Jopson, collecting one of the bags. “You’ll be up all night if you take coffee now.” “I’ll be up all night anyway. Go, Jopson, go.” When he was gone, Francis got up from the table, and they stared into the depths of the bag together. Finally, Francis cleared his throat and said, “All right, then, James. How have you fared since I hit you?” A few days after Carnivale, Crozier and Fitzjames make a faltering attempt to talk things over.

Part 1 of Civil Twilight

(oooh, the very start of their friendship! how to make peace when their entire relationship is based on animosity and contempt! the dialogue and characterization of these two in this series is so good and i absolutely recommend!)

rebuilding by wildcard_47 for 20thcenturyvole

Ship: Francis Crozier/James Fitzjames

Once they stepped ashore, a fey dark-haired man burst through the crowd a few heads down from Jane Franklin. When Fitzjames saw his brother, he startled, and when Will surged forward in the first press of the crowds around the returned—elfin face wet with tears as he swept James into a fierce embrace—only then did Fitzjames release his grip on Francis’s arm. Only then did Francis feel as if he could step away at last. Written for the 2023 Fall Fitzier Exchange, for the prompt: "Post-canon AU where, once they get home, Crozier and Fitzjames are riddled with guilt and trauma, and deal with their feelings by throwing themselves into caring for the surviving men..."

(i'm always so fascinated by post-rescue stories that actually deal with the aftermath, the logistics of it all. how the characters struggle to handle their own traumas, how they help one another through their experiences, all of it. and how both crozier and fitzjames step up for their men even now, even when they're no longer captains in the arctic and have to deal with london and all it's trappings. this fic handles all that so very well, i love it <3)

As Bullet Speaks to Gun by pointyshades

Ship: Francis Crozier/James Fitzjames, Thomas Jopson/Edward Little

Against all odds, they are rescued. Cornelius Hickey is court-martialed for his mutiny, and the whole mess of the expedition is unfurled in front of the public. With their names being dragged through the mud, Francis Crozier and James Fitzjames reach out to each other. Meanwhile, Thomas Jopson seeks revenge for what he believes is his captain's betrayal, and Edward Little tries to come to terms with the truth.

(yes!! edward little my beloved gets to shine here! and jopson is so bitter and angry and messy, it's great! again, i love fics that tackle what would happen post-rescue and how london would react to it. the trials, both actual and mental, they have to face in order to move on and be happy (oh please oh please) is handled expertly and i love it! crozier/fitzjames ship is a little more background in this fic compared to jopson/little, but honestly? i'm so sucked into the latter ship that it doesn't matter. both ships are written very well here and again, my beloved edward little is glorious in this fic and i love it! you go edward! woohoo!!!)

Principles of Magnetism (a Comedy of Manners) by acaramelmacchiato

Ship: Francis Crozier/James Fitzjames

The one where they're married but it's still Victorian times and also it's an accident.

(you don't understand, this fic is so fucking funny. it's so goddamn victorian and sir john is so jane-austen-silly-characters coded. i want to both shake his hand for making this premise happen in the first place, and punch him in his punchable face. and crozier is perfectly characterized here, i can visually picture his disgruntled expressions so clearly in my mind, it's incredible.)

Thaw by orphan_account

Ship: Francis Crozier/James Fitzjames, Past Captain Francis Crozier/Sophia Cracroft

Courteous, charming Fitzjames, whittled down to maturity by the North, and being there, very obviously, not as Francis's right-hand man or as his comrade, but as his mate; a soulmate. Sophia had no need to look at Francis’s face, at the discoloration that would have turned one of his blue eyes into the good-coffee brown of Fitzjames's, to know it, so blatant and luminous a thing it was.

Part 1 of A Victorian Soulmate AU

(very interesting fic where one can choose their soulmates, choose who they want to bond with for life. and the fact it's sophia's pov and how she deals with this fact is handled so carefully and full of goodwill. it makes me want to applaud. i love how clear it is that they're grown ass adults willing to discuss and make peace with one another because they're all genuinely good people who want happiness both for others and themselves. this fic feels like a flower that you hold in your hands to admire it's beauty and delicacy.)

And It Is Now, And It Is Here by 20thcenturyvole, pointyshades

Ship: Francis Crozier/James Fitzjames

Before the ships are trapped in the ice, James Fitzjames sees a terrible vision of the future, a harbinger of his own death. Before the ships are trapped in the ice, Francis Crozier is visited by a tender apparition, an angel wearing James Fitzjames' face. They are both seeing the same vision. Whether they can heed its warning is another matter entirely.

(when the ghost of your future haunts you, you better believe it changes to the plot. i love the dichotomy of how crozier and fitzjames reacts to ghost fitzjames! it's so interesting and i was on the edge of my seat the entire time i read this. if you want to know how it all ends, please read! i promise this fic is a ride you want to get on.)

Waistcoats! or, Life Before the Passage by sadsparties

Ship: Francis Crozier/James Fitzjames, Lady Ann Ross/Sir James Clark Ross, Lt Henry T. D. Le Vesconte/Original Character

Commander James Fitzjames of the Royal Navy is the Best Man that a best friend could ever ask for. A chance meeting forces him to share his arctic expedition duties with one Captain Francis R. M. Crozier, and perhaps other duties as well.

(listen, the terror is a horror show and i both want and need lighthearted fics in order to deal with all the horrors lol. but seriously, this fic was genuinely just fun to read and i love the banter and slowly developing friendship and relationship between crozier and fitzjames! truly the romantic comedy fic in this fandom. XD)

[thecreepycrawlersss]

so.

trump won.

to everyone who will be affected by project 2025, please. please stay alive.

do whatever you need to do to stay alive. please.

it’s gonna get scary, so right now it is extremely important to have a plan, preferably multiple, in place.

we’ve compiled some recourses that we think are helpful. will add to this, don’t be scared to recommend recourses to add !!

help understand and fight against project 2025

good recourses if you decide to run away / end up homeless

Other Resources & Services Food, Housing, Legal, Disabled - BeTheDifferenceSCV.org

recourses for moving to another country / seeking asylum

Refugees, Asylum Seekers and Migrants - Amnesty International

What would happen if an American was to flee the USA to claim asylum in other countries? : r/AmerExit

7 Industrialized Countries to Safely Seek Asylum-商务印书馆英语世界

recourses for marginalized people

Transgender Resources | GLAAD

Resources For Women - BeTheDifferenceSCV.org

Resources And Support For Black, Indigenous, And Other People Of Color - BeTheDifferenceSCV.org

Resources For LGBTQIA2+ - BeTheDifferenceSCV.org

Resources for Youth and Yound Adults - BeTheDifferenceSCV.org

what to do now

and of course, make sure to do your daily clicks

[darcyfangirlsfrequently]

My reactions to episode 7 of season 2 of Criminal Minds Evolution

The only thing I know about this episode is that it's fucked up

Spoilers below the cut!

(TW: loss of a child under the cut)

oh, acid showers. lovely.

oh god the hair melting off the scalp. no WONDER i got warnings for this episode

drowning in acid. Lovely!!!

oh this IS fucked up.

Garvez in the same room! Yay! Crumbs!

Have I mentioned I love JJ and Luke's friendship?

Penelope with all the pretty flowers on her dress!! she looks so good in this scene

Penelope is just straight-up STARING at Luke

TARA WITH THE SLICKED BACK HAIR SHE'S SO GORGEOUS I LOVE HER

Emily reading Tyler to shit over his handwriting? Iconic.

Look I kinda love Tyler. AS HIS OWN SEPARATE CHARACTER AWAY FROM PENELOPE. When he's with literally ANYONE else, he's great.

Tara i see those heart eyes for Emily

"Mr. Sensitive" help i SNORTED

Why is Rossi so against contacting Jill? Forbidding her?

Okay so my theory was correct. The victim at the beginning sexually assaulted the unsub's wife, and this baby is a product of that.

Look Tyler is adorable, okay? When he's interacting with the rest of the team, I love him.

"Just what Garcia told me" I wasn't under the impression that they talked much???? Especially about this kind of stuff.

They're just turning Tyler into their puppy and i'm here for it

Voit's Lawyer! finally!

He's really offering to END his lawyer's ex wife???

ooh that shot through all the car windows is cool

"I just want you to be you" please god tell me she's not saying "clearly you have a way of winning over/seducing older blonde women and i need you to do that"

"I don't wanna be that guy." Yes Tyler!! Growth!!

"just fuckin drive" emily i love you. I also love this friendship dynamic.

JJ: Maybe Penelope can help us find [the connection.] Luke: Penelope! Yes! Let's go see Penelope! I love Penelope! (he loves her it's canon)

LUKE SITTING ON THE DESK LUKE SITTING ON THE DESK

LUKE THE SMIRK??? THE HEART EYES??? oh my GOD

"It's why you and I are finally friends" DAMN FATALITY

"finally" with the smirk I LOVE THEM SO MUCH HOLY FUCK

I just know JJ is sitting there like "are y'all gonna stop flirting for two seconds"

THEIR SMILES OH MY GOD THEY'RE JUST SO THRILLED TO BE AROUND EACH OTHER THEY'RE SO IN LOVE.

"thanks frieeend" I LOVE THEM BY THAT DELIVERY WAS SO FUNNY. Also he touched her arm/back

The way they're calling each other "friend" is literally so flirty.

PLEASE tell me someone has done a gifset comparing "we thrive as frenemies" to "it's why you and I are finally friends."

Also the way that means she literally just called him TREASURE????

I just know that as Luke was saying "thanks frieeeend" he was thinking "thanks, friend, i love youuu"

THIRD HOTCH MENTION OF THE SEASON GODDAMN

Hotch, Morgan, and Reid all in the SAME SCENE damn

I love Jill already

Ooh, fiancé not fiancée

"I loved Jason" "He loved you back" I'M IN SHAMBLES ACTUALLY

Emily did you just say that David Rossi ISN'T dramatic???

Tyler and i are JUST as fucking confused

"The next generation of the BAU" really reminds me of how much younger than all of them he is which just makes me feel icky about Greencia all over again

Luke leading the profile delivery! Getting his moment! We love to see it!

Oh shit the doctor is spilling ALL the tea

I wonder if the baby is dead, a delusion

This is dark.

Wait, are the baby AND the mother dead??? Oh that would make sense for why the guy puked when he saw her. It was a skeleton

this really is a luke heavy ep and i am here for it

oh god yeah that's... fucked.

They need to start putting some god damn trigger warnings on this show

Luke looks genuinely SAD for this man.

They can give Voit a corded phone? this feels like a risk of some sort

A kill kit??? we didn't leave that behind last season??

"Do not, for any reason, open it." and ofc he opens it right away

JILL AND PENELOPE HUG MY HEARTTTT

Tara and Tyler friendship!

Oh Jilllll. I wanna hug her.

That scene with Jill walking around touching everything... oh my heart. Aisha Tyler you ate with that.

[limonecat005]

A scara x you pov: (I love him sm hsbdjs)

Numbness prickled your skin as you watched his resting face, unmoving and defenceless. Your legs lead you to a stool just beside where your love rested; it made you feel so uneasy because if anywhere you stood within a five feet radius, on normal days, he would immediately spring from his sleep with fondness in his deep eyes. You were one of the few ones who knew Scaramouche from the inside out, it was only fate and luck that hadn't brought your relation to shambles.

You had snuck into his resting room.

What else could you do? You are the god's favourite and he is the fallen angel, almost everyone despised him. No one from the fatui, no one from his 'family', no one from anywhere and it hurt you to no end to see him suffer through so much alone. He needn't to prove anything to anyone - when was he going to realise that he was perfect for you.

Was all of this hatred and revenge much more worth than their memories?

You wanted to slap him across the face and then laugh out loud when Scaramouche would chase you down like it was any other day as you wandered from one region to another. Then you would kiss him silly and bicker about the most trivial things as if you two were children.

Right now, your eyes could only focus on the few cracks his body possessed along with circular scars you assumed were because of the tubes that were connected to him. Tears haze your vision and you carefully hold your love's cold, unresponsive hand into your warm ones, attempting to transfer the love you had for him all through this one simple contact.

"I did tell you not to do this..." Your voice trembled slightly, "I know you're cleverer than this. You knew about the consequences, so why? Why would you choose to let me dwell on your wellbeing?"

You squeezed his hand tighter. "I- someone knew about us." You exhaled. "A couple of attackers raided my home but I managed to survive. I took everything I could in that moment; I managed to grab hold of our album and the g-golden feather. The doll which looks like you is also with me."

You feel your eyes losing the stinging burden and you were finally crying after years of stoicism as you watched Scaramouche work for his plans and future. "Wake up. Please- wake up fast so we can leave and live peacefully."

You caress his cheek with your trembling free hand. "I-I love you so much. Please do not leave me like the others did."

You heard a light clutter and your heartbeat strikes to a new high leaving you dizzy and dazed. "Come out!" You exclaimed in panic as you watched the door intently.

You did not receive any response. "Please just come out whoever that was. I already heard you."

After what seemed a few minutes, a child enters the room, curious written all over her face.

You were surprised, not expecting a child. "Who are you?"

"I should be the one asking that."

Your legs tremble at the fear of being caught.

"Don't worry, I will keep your secret." The child reassures. "But in return you have to answer a question of mine."

You stared at the child, you had no idea who she was or where she was from. The only thing she could deduce from her aura is the aura of absolute divinity and purity. Although her words unfit of what she looked like, you could not pass off the offer. Secrecy for knowledge.

It was simple enough.

Perhaps.

"Okay." You agree with her terms hesitantly.

The child merely sent a bright smile. "I'm glad we could negotiate."

It was far too awkward to negotiate with a child, but the only thing you could do was to comply to her wishes. "Go ahead, ask away."

"How could a heart like yours ever love a person without one?"

Her question never sounded as words of ridicule, rather it was genuine curiosity though the question still jabbed you lightly in the chest. "Even if he doesn't have a heart, he has given me more love than my family, who had hearts."

Here's pt 2: https://at.tumblr.com/limonecat005/a-scara-x-you-pov-i-love-him-sm-hsbdjs-pt-2-lol/n824m9cpekmq

[mwolf0epsilon]

hi eps!!!! i am five hours late to the suggestion thing lmao (if you are no longer taking these, absolutely no worries! please feel free to ignore this :) )

how about sponge and plo koon? maybe clone wars era? they both have big parent energy imo lmao

Envious Admiration

Summary: Sponge wishes they had been assigned to the 104th.

[In which I continue to make Sponge's life a cruel tragedy. Especially by presenting them with something they want but can never have. After all, they're too devoted a caretaker to leave the 501st.]

---

There's something inherently familial about being one of a few assigned caretakers for a battalion full of rowdy, accident prone men. It's not intrinsically parental (they're all too close to age for that), but there is a sort of older sibling connection at play. Even when you care for vode older than you.

It's no secret that Sponge feels responsible over the men of the 501st. Has always felt responsible over anyone that they had ever had to treat. Be they a tubie they'd been made to hold to both learn how to handle infants (defenseless lap children in the middle warzones was a thought that made their skin crawl and their stomach flip with anxiety) and to provide much needed skin to skin contact, unfortunate cadets going through the roughest patches of their accelerated puberty (and they still remembered how bad Tup and Dogma had smelled, and how ugly their acne riddled faces had looked, and the memory was both nostalgic and painful with one of them gone), or even some idiot ARCs doing what they shouldn't at the wrong place and wrong time (Echo had been just as much of a nuisance as Fives, but he'd at least been a pleasant conversationalist, and how much Sponge missed him sometimes... Especially seeing how erratic his twin could when he felt at a loss for what to do).

Everyone that they'd ever had to care for were their responsibility. One in millions of connections they would hold dear to them, no matter how much they could annoy them at times. How much they stressed and brought them to near tears.

That said, nothing can quite compare for what it's like to be graced with being cared for by a Jedi of general Plo Koon's caliber.

Sponge is not a fan of general Skywalker.

Has never really been fond of the too brash hot-headed Jedi, who's solution to most problems involved waving a laser sword around. Is especially not happy when it comes to how he had taught his Padawan-learner. How he had poisoned her mind with behaviors the medic considered highly appalling. And, as much as it hurt to admit, Sponge was glad she'd been able to escape his influence.

Sponge is not a fan of general Skywalker. But they are a fan of general Koon.

Especially considering the man's proclamations of caring for the clone troopers he presided over actually feel genuine. Genuine and respectful. Unlike certain poster boys with blond captains at their beck and call...

"You mustn't push yourself so hard." The Kel Dor sounds concerned, as he helps them walk across the droid and corpse littered battlefield. Their leg was broken, and there was a gash on their side that was bleeding profusely. But they'd kept going. Kept mending. Kept treating. Until the Jedi had come to their aid. Fearing for their safety when no one else had. "A healer can only heal so much before they too must be tended to..."

"I couldn't sit back and wait, sir." They bow their head respectfully. Their tone softer in reverence they can barely conceal. Envy of the Wolfpack's medics fills their very core. "Not when so many needed me."

"You are a nurturing sort, I see..." And there is fondness in that deep modulated voice. They don't doubt there is fondness in his google-covered eyes as well. "I suspect your shifts must be lively with flighty sorts."

"Too many to count sir." And they can't help grin from ear to ear. The blood loss making them sloppily familiar with the general dragging them away from potential death. "No clone is fond of a doctor's visit, you see..."

They wonder if Jelly would have lived, had they both been assigned to the 104th. Maybe Plo Koon would have cared enough to search for their squadron if they had been. Maybe he would have been able to save Sponge's ori'vod.

Skywalker sure hadn't.

[rosetintedgunman]

Oh! You Must be New.

Not that that's a bad thing, mind you. Everyone is new at some point. Even me! But it can be a bit of a problem when you find a blog that's been around in some capacity since 2018. There's a lot of gaps to fill in, and hopefully this post will help be a starting point.

While this is a Wilford rp and ask blog, no matter how busy or quiet it may be, it has been around for a long time. M.otherloving came out about a month or two after the blog was set up, and the accuracy of what I was writing meant this blog was on the right track - I was the only person in my circle at the time who didn't need to either make major headcanon changes or opt to abandon canon and go divergent. With every appearance, there's been no major tweaks that have been required to adjust the portrayal. To toot my own horn, it's been fairly spot on.

Between that and natural character development, this can mean that the blog could be a little... 'inaccurate' to expectations, and can cause a lot of confusion for those who aren't 'in the know'. So! Consider this a 101 on the character without needing to trawl through the gauntlet of a two-part bio (the second part isn't even finished yet....)

In brief, I kindly ask that you leave expectations of a reckless madman who fully personifies the "LOL XD RANDUM" and has no clue about anything going on at the door, please. If you want to compare him to a canon appearance, look more toward M.otherloving or Space.

For a lot more info to help get you started, read on.

-

While this Wilf (also known as 'Rose' when interacting with variants) is still eccentric and kooky, he is more grounded in nature. Chances to interact with others and maintain a somewhat normal sense of time flowing in the correct manner have started to help him feel more connected. Not only that, he's starting to get glimpses of his original life as William, and a later life of Wilson Jackson Bartholomew (or just 'Jack'). The latter I haven't gone into much detail yet in general, so don't worry about that. If you see him getting glimpses of these memories, he doesn't go into hysterics. That's important.

He is six foot three, and heavy built. The evidence of his past life as a soldier is there in his broad shoulders, a barrel chest and strong arms, as well as how he can hold himself. However, he's got a proper tubby belly, and this softness almost counteracts the threat of the almost unnatural strength that lies within. His moustache is either pure pink or black with pink tips depending on the day. He's got a curly mop of black hair that has a slight red-pink tint when the light shines on it just right. The only genuine traces of pink in his hair can be found in his fringe, which curls over his right eye. There's usually faint stubble across his jawline, and he flat-out refuses to wear glasses (he'll say it's because he doesn't want anyone missing out on his 'cute chocolate eyes'. Don't believe him. He just doesn't like them and won't humour the idea of contacts). Despite this, he's still athletic, and can move surprisingly fast if you aren't prepared.

He's still a reporter, though these days he's taken a bit of a back seat. His work in the studio is helping the Jims and others who are making their presence known on camera. When he does interview, that reckless, gun-wielding side comes out in full force... But it's more akin to an act than anything truthful to who he is.

Instead, his priority is the Moonlight Roller. It's the reclaimed disco setting of M.otherloving that was redecorated and given a whole new lease of life. I go into a LOT more detail here, but in brief: it is a roller rink, amusement arcade, diner, and bar that is located both in a real location and in between the worlds and stories. If a character needs a break, they'll find a door to the Roller.

Personality-wise, Wilf is still eccentric, but it's closer to a 'weird uncle' mixed with a cartoon character. He's normally upbeat and childish, though he does have his more serious moments. He'll still take time to voice whatever odd thought crosses his mind on the dash, or go directly to another blog if he wants an answer or opinion on something. And to my surprise, he's even tried to be the stereotypical 'bartender who listens to others' woes'. I never thought that would happen! How did that happen?? He used to be notorious for putting his foot in his mouth!

As for his abilities? He's got the abilities to lift things in and out of pocket dimensions. He always has a weapon on his person, even if there's little reason for it these days. He can blink out of existence or disappear if eyes are off him, and use doors as a way to teleport/take shortcuts. This can sometimes land him in different timelines or eras, not that he minds. He's got impeccable aim, and he usually only misses if he chooses to. That's not mentioning his ability to use any weapon after a brief examination with startlingly good skill.

By the way. You can kill him, but he won't stay dead. He'll come back to pester you about it in a few days.

-

This blog also has William, but I don't need to talk about any potential differences. What you saw in WKM is what you get, essentially. His height was rather unusual for his time, and he absolutely used this to his advantage to add to the intimidation factor. He was a loyal friend, but also not the nicest person to be friends with. And if he didn't know you? Good luck!

Sometimes, you may see someone called Liam. This is a 'what-if' timeline where Celine never arrived, resulting in William's death and him taking the role of 'the villain'. Despite the 'what-if', this was actually the intended plan, where William would die, and everyone else would leave, alive and safe. This goes into more detail about that. In brief, his main distinguishing factor is his paralysed left arm as a result of the fatal injury he received during the gun confrontation with the Detective.

[miguel-owhora]

Rip, I didn't see your post yesterday about the reaction YouTuber/College AU. Well, I think Micah wouldn't really go to college on his own; he is just there because, like in Canon, it's a tradition for the Bells. (The tradition of being shady criminal lawyers instead of outlaws is simply because I like Better Call Saul. Someone please give me better ideas.) So while Amos is actually doing it and working for his father's company, Micah is just at this college to half-heartedly study law so his father can't complain or something. 

Micah's channel definitely has some stupid rat machcott similar to Schlatt with goats because, why not? I'm half German, aka I grew up with JuliensBlog. Micah definitely has some decade-old video, which is a tutorial to hit women as insane ragebait, together with his early videos being shitting on news papers and news channels. I don't got a lot for you today 🙏

OG Anon

god i love this au so much

Micah studying to become a shady crim. lawyer is so true. He's actually very intelligent but pretends to act dumb, and I feel like his half-hearted effort only exists bc he doesn't really need to study all that much. Coming from a bloodline of shady lawyers means he more or less has a solid idea of procedures and terms and whatnot.

That being said, I don't think he ends up working for his father's company, which I imagine is probably located somewhere in Cali (following along the canon timeline of Amos moving to Cali, i think?) and stays wherever the hell the AU takes place to instead work for Dutch's shady law company; which, since we're on the topic of outlaws = shady crim. lawyers, most gangs are shady law companies. It fits so well, you're so right.

People still don't like Micah because he's still so crude and perverse, and just the biggest troll to walk the world. Dutch only hires him bc of his connections to Micah Bell Jr. (Micah's dad, idk how names work tbh 😭) and realizes he'd be good for their business + he's also Arthur's bf.

On another note, Micah doesn't really care for anyone else other than Arthur, and maybe, Amos, but just barely. He thinks Amos is a suck up for following in their dad's footsteps and for trying to earn his approval, so he looks down on him for that, but has very low contact with Amos bc at the end of the day, they're still brothers. But he truly does care about Arthur, and does love him. Like genuinely, wholeheartedly, does value Arthur.

Anyways, in the beginning Micah didn't really post, and if he did, it was shitposts and obscure, and insane ragebait as you put it. As he grew in popularity, this didn't change — well, if only to follow the YouTube guidelines. Just barely tho. Anyways, as he grew in popularity, so did his haters. They doxxed him and swatted him, sent him death threats, and Micah would just double down.

I imagine they'd try to get him kicked out of college or get him fire, but either they forget or don't know that 1. he has money, and not just from youtube, but from his lineage of being successful lawyers, even if that money is less than earned. and 2. Dutch won't fire him. Not because he's Arthur's sweetheart and he doesn't want his son to be angry at him, but also bc for all the wildcard that Micah is, he's actually good at his job. Like genuinely, bc c'mon now, we all can agree that Micah is a good ass criminal. He's a literal career criminal.

Anyways, I'm in love with this AU, i could talk about it for years

[markwritf]

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ˚｡ ⋆ ౨ৎ ˚ vampire au

· cas x kyuhyun x mino · minho’s life was consumed by a face he endlessly painted, a dream made flesh. kyuhyun, tormented by envy, watched as minho’s obsession came to life in cas. for minho, cas was the embodiment of a long-held passion. kyuhyun, caught between desire and jealousy, struggled as minho’s dream unfolded before him.

It was never a coincidence; it couldn’t be one. For years, wandering through the realms of humanity, making contact with a human more intimately than merely drinking their blood was a task that demanded much of Song's energy — an unnecessary energy, according to him. Yet, someone as special and strong as he was, he had a visceral need to engage in activities beyond the endless paintings he had been creating for centuries. Minho could no longer endure the cold, which only ceased when he drank the blood of others, and even then, it was so exhausting, and he wasn't quite sure why. It had been years since Minho had genuinely connected with a human because, otherwise, Kyuhyun was the only vampire who had even minimal intimacy with the younger one, an intimacy built at great cost and with many reasons for them not to be so close. Minho was highly cared for by his clan because he was promised to be one of the strongest and most successful in terms of power. However, in Cho's opinion, Minho was useless, more specifically, a useless being that evoked both pity and envy in him. Kyuhyun wanted to be treated like him, to have the respect that spoiled child received wherever he went; he wanted to usurp Minho. But at the same time, his heart ached so much upon seeing his face that it made Kyuhyun think that perhaps that was Minho's power after all.

Minho was, once again, lost in his drawings and reveries when Kyuhyun entered his room, hugging him from behind, sliding his arms over Minho's bare chest.

"Busy?" he asked, his lips extremely close to Minho's neck.

"He came to my mind again... This person..." Minho said, his voice almost sighing, nearly lost in Kyuhyun once again, staring at his painting in front of him.

Some years ago, more precisely twenty-two years ago, Minho began dreaming of a person frequently, and it became an obsession for him for a long time. At that very moment, they were surrounded by paintings of the same person with the same characteristics: the medium-length hair, the glasses, and the lips adorned the room meticulously, from frames, torn notebook pages, to walls... It was desperate to enter there.

"I've told you, this person only exists in your head, Minho."

"I don't think like that anymore."

"Why not?" he questioned, sitting on one of Minho's legs, looking at him.

"There are too many... coincidences..."

"What?"

"The features. They are always the same."

Kyuhyun didn't understand, but Minho wasn't talking about the physical features of that person; he was referring to his strokes. They were always the same, everything was so detailed, as if they had lived that life before and he couldn't remember.

“Ah~ I’m tired, Minho,” Kyuhyun complained, kind of exhausted from hearing him talk like that.

“You go rest, I’ll go out.”

“Where?”

He didn’t reply.

“Your mom will be mad at me; please don’t go too far.”

He didn’t reply.

Minho disliked the idea of doubt cast upon him, as if he were going insane, even if he truly was. He wanted to shut off his brain for just a second, but it was impossible. It hurt. It hurt deeply.

It was almost a physiological need to be close to something that at least reminded him of that person.

That person.

The chains echoed through the room while Minho was sitting on some type of throne, Kyuhyun by his side, sitting on the armrest. The screams were like a sweet delicacy that they didn’t know yet, but Minho was nervous. Anyone could feel it in the air.

It had been two days since they found that person, alive, living on the south side of their city. It was kind of impressive to see how much time it took to find her. Twenty-two years for her face to look exactly like what Minho would see every time he closed his eyes. Kyuhyun, on the other hand, was really pissed. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was mad at Minho finally having that someone who could indulge his passion and feelings.

Kyuhyun was jealous. That’s all.

— Why do you look so happy? — Kyuhyun said, his hand-fan blowing his face.

— What are you talking about? I’ve waited for this moment for years!

— I just think you shouldn't get so excited about something so stupid.

— Stupid? I don’t think you get what’s happening right now.

— Of course I understand! I've been listening to you talk about this person for years and you don’t even know who they are! Seriously, what is your problem?!

Kyuhyun almost didn’t have the chance to finish speaking because the room was invaded by the servants of that community pushing a wooden board, delicately decorated with a person, their arms and legs stretched and handcuffed against that board.

Minho got stuck.

It was all exactly as he knew it to be, and yet it was a surprise. The face, the hair, the body. Everything was exactly the way he wanted, as always.

He got up, walking towards the art, being able to touch him for the first time.

— It is such a pleasure to meet you… I’m sorry that you can’t say anything right now…

Cas was squirming under the strings, trying to get himself out purely out of desperation. Minho watched it patiently, as if his life depended on it. While this all happened, Kyuhyun was at the back, with some type of anger or equal desperation while watching the scene, which made him get up and walk towards them, still silently.

— Calm yourself down, I won’t do anything to you, darling.. — Minho touched Cas’s cheeks, caressing them. — I adore you more than you think, darling, you don’t have to worry, I won’t hurt you.

— Why are you treating this human like a king, Minho?

— Kyuhyun, you’re really getting on my nerves right now… — He said, dragging Cas to his realm where all of his art and paintings were. — … Of everyone in the world, I thought you would understand how important this is to me.

— Hm…

— Hm..? — He mimicked. Cas was looking everywhere for some place that didn’t have his face painted on it. It was impossible. — Darling, you’ll be there and I'll paint you one more time, looking at you. After that we’ll treat you so right… I promise you.

— Can I do something?

— You can… Help me with the expressions, please.

— I thought you wouldn’t want me to play with your toy just yet. — Kyuhyun said, walking around the scene, his hand fan traveling over Cas’s body, which immediately became sensitized. His eyes became red with the proximity, and suddenly a huge desire rose in Kyuhyun, as if Minho was controlling him to want more and more from the other boy. — Oh, fuck…

— Go for it, you’re allowed.

— By you? — Kyuhyun couldn’t take his eyes off Cas.

— She’s mine now. So, yes.

Kyuhyun didn't need another warning. In fact, it was quite simple, but the feeling of playing with someone you didn't know, better yet, who didn't belong to you, was divine. His hands let go of the hand fan, throwing it away so he could caress the boy's chest, looking at Minho as if asking for approval to continue, receiving a simple look from the boy who was drawing, walking slowly to a good spot so he could bite his neck, with an absurd slowness, wanting to stay there forever. Minho had made him feel like that moment was the best moment of his life, and Kyu hated when he manipulated him like that, but this time, it was more than bearable. It was good. It was amazing. Cas's blood tasted like something he had tasted a long time ago, which he didn't remember well until that moment.

Cas passed out.

Kyuhyun kissed him there.

Minho finished his painting, finally completing his collection of desires, ready for starting the new part of his process.

[gctchell]

RULES.

Evening, lovebloods! I’m Red, a gal in her 30s who has a powerful love for roleplay. Welcome to my rules page! In regards to my blog, this place takes place in Hell and as such, you're going to find positively dark, gothic, edgy, macabre, NSFW, and all that delicious wicked nonsense in terms of content! We are treading into the shadows here with no censor, so you MUST keep that in mind before you follow.

The mun herself has social anxiety and may take a very long time to respond to you in the IMs, but she will respond instantaneously if there is an issue to be found in our threads that’s made you uncomfortable. Don’t be intimidated by her by any means! Seriously, she’s probably more intimidated by you than you’re intimidated by her.

PERSONAL NOTES: Visual self-harm such as cutting, or needles in arms are two things that I cannot stand to a physical degree [ written is fine ] and I will likely not follow your blog if these things pop up. It is nothing on your character or you, it is simply for my own comfort’s sake. I do not follow blogs that ship Charlie with Alastor (Chalastor/Charlastor/Radiobelle) & Vaggie with men. It’s rare we have a canonical f/f couple and it’s incredibly upsetting for me as a lesbian to see either of these things. You do you! But I will not interact. Lucifer’s suggestive Eve comment is not acknowledged on this blog in the case of it being literal. Eluding to the apple and only the apple is one thing, eluding to actual relations is a no-go with my Lilith. I had her before this reveal dropped and she is heavy set in monogamy. I do not tag triggers. This is not a stubborn stance or anything, it's the fact I cannot remember and cannot keep up with these things. Please do not follow if you require something tagged - I don't want you to be exposed to triggering content. When I do post triggering content in terms of original posts, I always give a content warning beforehand.

THE RULES;

Mature content will be featured on this blog. Do not follow if you are below the age of 21.

Dark themes and sexual content will be written, explored and posted. Genuinely, do not follow if either of these things make you uncomfortable.

I am not affiliated with my canon characters, or my faceclaims. They are simply characters I enjoy and wish to write for in the name of 🎊 fun 🎊. 

I am Mutuals Only. This means I will only interact with those I follow and I will not bend on this. However, everyone and anyone is allowed to send in asks, of course. 

Mutuals, please do not feel pressured into staying connected if you wish to unfollow at any given time - you’re more than welcome to do so. However, I request you soft/hard block me on the way out so we are no longer following one another. It is terribly awkward to be following someone who no longer wishes to interact. 

DO NOT REBLOG. My threads with other writers are not open for being reblogged if you are not personally involved, so please avoid doing so.

My muses views are not my own. If they were, I would be continuously tearing myself apart at the seams! Especially since this is Hell!

My grammar is not always top notch. And yes, I am English. I do my best, but we all make mistakes. 

I reserve the right to unfollow/block. My reasons would be my own and I do not owe an explanation, do not hound me for one, please. It’s invasive.

Granted, there is a tumblr unfollow bug that happens time to time. If I am still on your dash but I have unfollowed you, it is 100% the bug at fault and I am unaware of what has happened and had no intention of unfollowing you - feel free to contact me if this happens! I do not unfollow without soft/hard blocking, I promise you. No matter our disagreements, you’re not a number for my follower count.

I do not adhere to length expectation. It stresses me out and kills my motivation for threads and further interaction. I will write at my own length and I encourage you to do the same. If I write a wall of words and you respond with only a paragraph, that is fine. So long as there is enough meat for us both to go off of, we are solid gold. 

Icons are unnecessary. Icons are lovely, but they are not a necessity. There will be many, many times where I do not use icons at all, especially with muses who do not have a lot of visual material to work with. Please do not feel pressured into using them. 

Formatting. I write in normal text and regular small text, and I use 100x100 icons. I have bad eyesight, and I will not interact with blogs that use heavy formatting or use text smaller than the normal. 

My icons are my own, made by me or were taken with credit from rpicon blogs- please do not steal them, especially if they are fanart or stem from rp icon blogs. I do not want the credits lost - these people took their time to share their pieces with the public world and take time out of their day to make these icons, they demand respect!

Thread dropping. I am only human, and my muse guides me. I am guilty of dropping threads left and right, and I do apologize for that. However, this does not mean I am not interested in threading with you, it simply means my inspiration for that particular thread has dried up. Please do not take it personally; I am someone who loves having a thousand threads at once, so I would love it if we could have many more.

Shipping. This blog is multi-ship and very selective, as the mun can be very skittish about shipping. Chemistry is absolutely key, and forcing a ship will get you blocked. Please do not follow me purely to ship with me, it is very disheartening.

I will not roleplay cheating, dubcon / noncon, or open relationships.

Each ship will belong to their own universe.

I am comfortable to go the whole nine yards in terms of marriage, pets, family, etc., the whole shebang if that is the wishes of the characters. I love to build homes with my roleplay partner and figure out what their futures look like.

I am a fan of homosexual reproduction. It is not possible yet in our world, but I love it being able to happen in roleplay. F/F ships are absolutely allowed to have babies if that is where we wish to go with our ship.

I do not view one-sided love as forceful shipping - those are fine by me. My own muses will likely form crushes and I expect them to go nowhere unless my roleplay partner is interested; otherwise, it is simply a crush. Please do let me know if this might make you uncomfortable and I will erase completely it from my muse!

NSFW. Sexual content WILL be featured on this blog in the form of headcanons, and likely even roleplay content (Lilith is here, it's a given something might happen at some point). All sexual content will be tagged as '[ mature. ]' & ‘mature //’ as to avoid being flagged by Tumblr’s flagging system. 

I do not and will not roleplay smut with underage muns and muses. You should not even be here if you are below the age of 21. I will block you on sight.

I do not roleplay smut with strangers. It makes me uncomfortable and like I am being used as a fulfillment source. 

Mind yours manners. Common decency; don’t be a creep, don’t send uncomfortable asks. Remember there is a living person behind the screen.

Callouts. I do not follow blogs that partake in callout culture, and I will unfollow if I see it in my dashboard. We’re all allowed to control our dash atmosphere as we wish, and this is how I wish to keep mine comfortable. 

Reblog karma. Unless the source is unavailable, do not reblog memes from me without sending something in first, please. It’s disheartening and it clogs my activity.

Time. My response times can range from immediate to months, so I likely am not the ideal partner if you enjoy consistency.  Life has been very, very busy for me and I have the nightmare combo of ADHD & Depression.

FYI. I will write characters I do not have on the blog in the form of “special guests”, as flavor for threads or a necessity for me and my roleplay partner’s thread. 

Again, I cannot stress how this blog is going to feature dark content. This is Hell and I am playing with that! PLEASE do not follow if such things make you uncomfortable. Keep your comfort in mind first and foremost.

[confessions-official]

Tw abuse

It's been so hard for me to open up to people and be close with anyone.

For so many years, all the so called friends I did have would trauma dump on me excessively. It was to the point I couldn't send anyone a meme or even a hi without getting 20+ messages of trauma dumping. I wasn't even having conversations with them because they would flat out ignore me then only use me as dumping grounds for trauma dumping.

My only gripe is that I would always catch them making plans or joking with other people on social media. No trauma dumping there, but seemed like there was genuine friendship. I would try making plans or just chatting, but nope. I'd be ignored or ghosted and only contacted if someone needed to trauma dump. I'd even ask if they could not do that because it gets exhausting being trauma dumped on, they'd agree but would still do it.

I still remember not even being able to tell someone hi or talk about anything because she'd retell me the same shit over and over again. It wasn't anything bad, but something like in 2004 how her parents didn't buy her a manga box set while her friend hated the manga, but asked her parents and got it. Like, I'm so sorry, but please stop telling me this everytime I try talking to you.

All of these people were in therapy too. In fact, most would tell me crap because I couldn't afford therapy on my $2 above minimum wage job. They even would know I was being abused by an abusive bf and my parents, but it didn't matter to them. I was just there for trauma dumping and truama dumping only. I couldn't even call any for a shoulder to cry on because I'd get yelled at or told to fuck off. No one would comfort me.

Now I don't have any people I'm close to because I'm done being trauma dumped on. I don't want connections if it means someone's going to ignore me nonstop until they want to send me 20+ messages of them trauma dumping about the same stuff.

No one even cares how exhausting it is for me. I'm suppose to be there to be trauma dumped on. Who cares if this person doesn't really care about me and what happens to me.

 

[femmefatalevibe]

I write to ask your opinion about something knowing you won't judge.

I'm in a long-distance relationship (5years) and lately I got used to the idea of being distant. I look other guys, I feel attraction but I don't get to flirt or anything with them, except one that I trust. With this guy I started flirting and having physical contact to the point he touched me (everywhere) but we didn't go further than that because I specifically said that we wouldn't have gone further than that AND he also said that it isn't right to even touch each others because apart the fact I'm in a relationship, he doesn't want our friendship to get ruined by this attraction (he thinks at some point i might get attached and get hurt because we can't be together for various reasons). On one hand i appreciate him stopping that for these reasons but on the other hand, now that he doesn't want us to get physical anymore I miss that and I feel like I wanted more. Of course I feel like I got attached because I'm always thinking of him so I guess I just need time to get over it. For him it's easier because he didn't got attached and he sees other girls. I know it's wrong and I shouldnt even think of him but what do you reckon? Is he right? If we kept getting physical would that have been even worse for me once I'm not seeing him anymore because our lives will take different paths in few months?

Hi love. I think the main issue you need to address is the fact you've emotionally checked out of your current long-distance relationship. You shouldn't want to flirt with other men in a relationship because you feel guilty, but because you genuinely don't want to be with anyone else. Honestly, if I were in your shoes, I would have a serious chat about where your head is at with your current committed partner. If you don't see your feelings changing, it's time to amicably break up and move on.

Like you said above, you feel emotionally distant from your current LDR, which probably has you starving/strongly craving some sort of intimacy outlet – sexually, emotionally, or a bit of both. So, you might be overly attached to the idea of having that new exciting spark with someone and everything that comes along with it. You might like him for him or just the idea of anyone new who can reignite this side of you. Your friend could either just not want to get involved because he knows you two are not compatible long-term or because he senses that you're craving this connection more than any specific person at the moment.

Either way, I would end your LDR and allow your single, liberated self to help you navigate this dilemma. Feeling stifled romantically/sexually will cloud your judgment. Regaining the freedom to date/ hook up with whoever you please will likely temper this burning desire over time and allow your intuition to guide you to make less impulsive/more considerate decisions.

Hope this helps xx

[rawliverandcigarettes]

Not asking for spoilers or sneak peaks, but for my sanity's sake I hoped to learn what kind of ending you have/hope to have for Halfway Home? Even musings would be fine (my brain wants something to chew on) (if you please)

Helloooo!!

So. I need you to understand that I had an internet access problem for a couple of days; so I returned to Tumblr and was met with such delightful and incredible gestures of enthusiasm from you, and this made me so very very very happy!!!

I kind of failed to find a way to articulate it in a way that was both productive and interesting for anyone that wasn't me, so I kind of abandoned this project of exploring how Halfway Home's release made me feel, but one thing that I did feel was that, apart from some truly wonderful exceptions, I felt like I had failed to find the right audience for this story. Of course I always knew it would be a niche project, especially with a trigger warning list as long and unforgiving as this one, but I still felt as if I couldn't find where the people who would connect with this weird convoluted project were, especially as the Mass Effect fandom was dwindling down by the day.

So to find so many wonderful messages in my inbox???? what a treat!!! I'm genuinely so very happy you found value in my work! <3

So!!! Now to actually answer your question ;_;

I'm currently (?? currently is very generous wording, I have definitively been taking a break for about six months) working on The Empire of Preys, which is at once a sequel, a prequel and a standalone of Halfway Home; it takes place about a year before Shlee's hatching and follows a colorful cast of complicated characters trying to navigate a "post-first contact war but pre-the mass effect series has started" world and its various spheres. It's multi PoVs (5 of them!!) and I should start making proper presentation posts soon!

So while this does reveal a lot of things regarding Halfway Home's plot (character motivations will become much clearer, as well as the stakes of the world beyond "Reapers vaporizing everybody should be avoided if possible <3"), it's not exactly a direct sequel. The in-world explanation for this extremely extensive flashback is to serve as the reply to Shlee's final question, asking to be told everything else beyond his own name --and Nagatha answering.

There is another story planned after this one, which is called Override, and this one *does* take place immediately after Halfway Home, but with ¤*added context*¤. I am still fighting with the outline on this one, as closing all of the threads is pretty difficult, but some stuff will be happening in there that I've been planning since I was 20 years old, and I'm still super excited about it! One thing that I'm trying to do, mostly failing but trying, is to really multiply the PoVs in this one, so the story escapes Shlee's very narrow and severly broken mindview and become a collective act involving as many perspectives as possible. I was trying to have each chapter become a different point of view, but I think I will have to partially give up on this idea for uhhh practical plot reasons. But the platonic ideal of this story jumps PoVs around constantly in my heart.....

In terms of the kind of ending.... It's pretty hard to say? I don't want it to end awfully, like I want to strive for hope and fight tooth and nail for this hope --while never forgetting how hard, fleeting and proactive hope can be as an act instead of a mere feeling-- but obviously the world keeps on being the world, and while it can and should be reinvented as better, actually getting there is never that simple (not to mention that what "better" is will always be up for debate).

I don't know if that answers the question but thank you so very very much for your asks!!! And everything else!!!! Thank you for having read the story ;_;

[necrocities]

highkey emancipation should be made more accessible... and known about.

to use an example I'm familiar with, I'll go through the process in Illinois.

gonna dissect this paragraph here:

Sec. 7. Petition. The petition for emancipation shall be verified and shall set forth: (1) the age of the minor; (2) that the minor is a resident of Illinois at the time of the filing of the petition, or owns real estate in Illinois, or has an interest or is a party in any case pending in Illinois; (3) the cause for which the minor seeks to obtain partial or complete emancipation; (4) the names of the minor's parents, and the address, if living; (5) the names and addresses of any guardians or custodians appointed for the minor; (6) that the minor is a mature minor who has demonstrated the ability and capacity to manage his own affairs and (7) that the minor has lived wholly or partially independent of his parents or guardian.

so to become emancipated, you have to be 16 or 17. you must be able to prove residence within illinois (note it says state, not any specific county).

for proof of residence, the easiest way to check that it's accurate to the time you're applying is to look up requirements for a driver's license or state ID. The current pdf is located here. look at group D.

back to requirements to become emancipated, you would also need to go over the reason you're seeking emancipation. this is something best gone over with with a lawyer. you will need insight as to what would be most effective and for that insight to be up to date. you may find lawyers who do free consults or represent pro bono. you want a family law attorney.

keep record of the names and addresses of the parents/guardians and whether they are alive for filing purposes. I mention this in case you've already moved out or would potentially not have contact for whatever reason.

the last two points have to do with finances. being able to prove you have the capacity to mange your own affairs. proof you've already been doing do. paying bills. then that you've lived partially or fully independent if your parent or guardian. genuinely the easiest possible way to do this is to move in with a trusted friend and their family or a different blood relative, then to write up some type on rental contract. a way to track that you've been able to pay rent and potentially also having a phone bill under your name so you can prove the capacity to pay your own bills. please do check age requirements on these because I can't recall for the life of me what it may be for a dependent (non-emancipated) minor.

no here's the biggest fucking issue with the financial proof. while you can work at young ages in many places in Illinois, some counties say 16, sometimes individual towns may even say 13... you typically need to be 18 to have an individual bank account. one not connected to your parents or guardian.

this is not easily accessible. and some banks will require them to also be physically present to cut ties regardless of age. word of advice from experience!! just close your account! go to a new bank! or better yet, a credit union! do not let them pressure you if you've already cut contact or if there's any chance they will not approve the change. for the love of fuck, don't let them pressure you.

if anyone is aware of legal changes that have made this easier, or has knowledge on how this would work elsewhere, please add it on!

I originally looked into this back in 2012 when I was 13, but I HAVE gone back over it to verify that it's still accurate to the best of my ability.

okay, you know what? Running away shouldn’t be a crime. It shouldn’t be dangerous, either. Any kid should be able to leave their parents if they want, for any reason. No I’m not kidding.

“But Rue, where will these kids stay? Do you want them on the streets?”

of course not. In an ideal world, a kids would have multiple adults other than their parents they could look to for care, but I recognize that that will never be a reality for every single child. So: youth shelters, if they have nowhere else to go. There should be clean, warm shelters where anyone under 18 can stay for as long as they need, no questions asked. (And of course shelters that aren’t just for kids, but we’re talking about youth rights right now)

“But Rue,” I hear you say, “what if some moody teenager runs away after an argument?”

First of all, I’d rather a thousand moody teenagers run away than one abused child be trapped. Second, so what if one does? A kid needs time away from their parents, so they leave. The vast majority of them will get some time to cool down and then go back home, and if they don’t want to go back, period? Then nine times out of ten, they have a good reason. (Because yes, as hard as it is for you to believe, kids are humans who have common sense.)

“Okay, but what about the one time out of ten the kid doesn’t have a good reason?”

Then the kid doesn’t have a good reason. It doesn’t change anything. If someone wants to break up with their partner because of something stupid, you wouldn’t say they legally shouldn’t be able to. (And if you would, then you’re just a bad person.) No one should have to be in a relationship, romantic or otherwise, that they don’t want to be in.

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Trigun! Genshin Impact! Mystic Messenger! And Blue Exorsist! Matchups?! Its me again! Its been a while! But dont worry about finding my old post I made a slightly updated one for you!

My Appearance: Im AFAB,  Im around 5’4-5’5 with light skin and short curly very dark brown hair. I have blue eyes that are downturned and hooded and I wear glasses. Im thin with an hourglass figure but flat. I also have keratosis thats moderate on my arms and cheeks but really bad on my legs, chest and lower back. Oh and really veiny hands that are kind of bigger than I’d like them to be. I have a kind of pointy tongue and its longer than average! 

Personality: I'm kind of a people pleaser and I can't stand to hear people fighting as I associate yelling with physical harm and I get really quiet and I try to make myself smaller when I'm being yelled at or around people yelling. I usually have a hard time focusing when people talk to me and I show a lot of signs of adhd. I don't usually talk a lot, unless I'm around someone I trust and I have horrible anxiety when talking to new people. I do really like spending time with people though and I have a soft spot for protective and soft people. I crave physical contact, but I'm very hesitant to actually touch anyone and I get really twitchy when someone stands next to me. I have an anxiety tick where my shoulders will jolt forward if someone I don't know or trust is standing near me. I'm also very attentive and if someone asks for my help I will be by there side as fast as I can. It takes a lot to get me to talk, unless you trigger one of my interests in which case it seems like I won't shut up. I'm a bit of a workaholic as in if I don't have anything to do I will kind of just rearrange my house so I have something to do. I rarely cry when im sad but I cry so much when im mad. 

Interests: I love learning about new cultures, more accurately food! I love baking and cooking and eating! I like learning new languages as well! 

Facts: Im an INFP. My sexuality is unlabeled but I do consider myself on the Aspec and I’ve felt more attraction to men but above gender im mostly attracted to peoples emotional connections and their personalities! I have Food Texture Aversion with mushy foods like yogurt and applesauce. I really don't like yelling or loud noises, unless its music, and bright lights tend to freak me out too, as well as to much physical sensations. Curtain sounds such as towels and paper make me freak out too. I love books and reading! Im an Empath. 

A main thing: My hands/fingers shake and twitch almost constantly. I cannot hold them steady because they very visibly shake so much sometimes people think im faking but I genuinely cannot hold them still.

~💞🍋

Hi Lemons! Long time no see! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long. I hope you like your matchups!

In Trigun Stampede, I match you with...

You and Vash are very similar in the sense that you both enjoy being around people and dislike conflict.

Very perceptive so usually he’ll be able to tell when someone’s starting to get too close to you. If he sees your tick starting to act up, he’ll move you closer to himself before moving away from the stranger together.

Please ask him questions about any cultures and languages you want. He’s got tons of knowledge about those sorts of things, both from books and from first hand experience, and he enjoys being able to share those things with people who are interested in it.

Vash loves anything you bake or cook for him. He’d also love to cook with you if you don’t mind having someone else in the kitchen with you.

I think Vash would also enjoy reading with you. He would especially like it if you would read to him but won't force you. He’d also be happy to read to you or read quietly, depending on what you’d prefer.

In Genshin Imapct, I match you with...

Much like Vash, Kazuha is very similar to you in that he likes interacting with people. He especially likes it when he’s able to interact with people when he’s with you.

He also enjoys learning about cultures, foods from different regions, and languages. He finds them fascinating and is very glad you find them interesting as well.

Kazuha’s not a loud or combative person so there’s no need to worry about him raising his voice around you. The last thing he wants is for you to be uncomfortable.

Doesn’t mind that you’re not super talkative. He enjoys the peace and quiet and knows that if anything needs to be said, it can be without getting lost in too much mindless chatter.

Loves reading with you. He would appreciate it if you read something he’s written and give him feedback. Expect him to write about you a lot: you’re his muse and inspiration.

In Mystic Messenger, I match you with...

V definitely falls into the category of soft but protective. You’ll always feel safe with V around and, regardless of whether you think you’re protective or not, V feels safe around you as well.

Knows what it’s like to a workaholic but will do his best to make sure you take regular breaks and never overwork yourself too badly.

Loves any food you make. Due to his poor eyesight, V can’t really cook too much so he’s grateful for anything you make for him.

Will take photos of you if you’re comfortable with that. He loves being able to capture you in moments that will remind him, not only of how you are physically but capture your personality as well.

Will usually keep a hand on your shoulder when in public so he can feel if your tick is acting up. He also likes the reassurance of knowing that you’re together.

In Blue Exorcist, I match you with...

Yukio is a bit different from the others on this list since he’s a lot more closed off with his emotions. However, when he can’t contain it anymore, he can be very expressive.

Out of everyone, Yukio is the most likely to yell at or around you. He gets worked up and bottles up his anger for too long and when he finally unleashes it, anyone can be a target.

He will always be completely apologetic once he calms down though. The last thing he wants to do is make you uncomfortable and he’ll do whatever it takes to gain your trust again.

Enjoys spending time with you in libraries and bookshops. He’s usually studying or reading up on demons so he likes being able to spend time with you while doing one of his favourite things.

You’re both workaholics so you’ll need to help keep each other in line. Take regular breaks together and keep each other honest with the amount of work you’re doing.