#probably would have died of a cold or sth

[cal-writes]

I thought about Zoro, again. And how he stays calm when all other mugivaras are in disarray. How he has to be the last pilar standing, because if not him than noone. And how some people deam him emotionless and uncaring because of that, because he keeps his cool and talk logic in hard situations. (Like whan they had to leave Vivi behind, or all this mess in inies loby). And I thought how I want someone to see it, and hug him and let him be vulnerable for a bit.

I dunno if I mean it like a prompt, or just want to cry with someone over Zoro. Maybe both. Anyway I would love to hear your thoughts on the matter in any format :')

god yes i knooooow. going insane over him tbh. like i went into this in my previous meta post about him, esp in enis lobby/water seven arc where he is so clearly affected by everything going on but can't show it. (or feels like he cant)

this reminded me of a thing i havent seen many people talk about, which is that zoro is very often 100% spot on with his predictions, gets ignored, and eats shit for it.

like zoro isnt stupid (despite what some characters and parts of the fandom think) hes incredibly perceptive and his cold read on most people will be accurate. theres several moments where he will predice something happening, rationally explains it to the crew how the best course of action is one thing and then luffy being stubborn and the protagonis does what he wants

not to say that thats a bad thing! i think its awesome to show their dynamic

like back on zou when they find out sanji left to marry big moms daughter and everyone wants to go and get him back

zoro is harsh in his wording bc he always is but the core of the matter is this: if they go mess with big mom, while they are already anatagonizing kaido, they'll end up having to deal with two emperors. he understands that sanji knew that which is why sanji left the way he did (partially).

and we all know how that ended

not only that i think this fight is a fantastic display of zoro's core character trait. unlike the three captains in this fight, he doesnt have an ego about it. he's not posturing or peacocking, he knows immediately shits gonna go down (killer too probably but with the mask its harder to tell what killer is thinking) and he's the one person that keeps an overview of the battlefield that includes everyone. law eventually does once he gets over his control issues

and of course thats not the end of it in wano

"ill suffer twice as much after" and he doesnt care, beats king, nearly dies or maybe does die and nobody knows about that whole thing

then of course in more recent chapters (spoilers for egghead below)

we have his fight against lucci which i find striking in how the other characters perceive it

like jimbei can be excused, he doesnt know zoro all that long but the crew acts like this is a point of pride to zoro, to finish the fight. when we've seen zoro run away from fights plenty of times. and to me what he doesnt get to say is exaclty what ends up happening

if lucci isnt taken out, he will tell the elders about the plans he was privy to in eggheads lab. which of course he does when zoro is dragged away

if the vegapunk hadn't stepped in

zoro would have fought the elder and most likely lost

same way he knew he'd not be able to win against kuma

he's telling everyone to stay out of it because he wants to protect them. its not an ego thing for him. he knows the second he stepped up to that fight hes probably going to lose. he's going to do his best to win but he's not delusional

and i find it noteworthy that we are continuing this plot line of the crew not understanding zoro or not trusting him and not to mention this

lucci telling zoro he's dead weight

and a little bit later, sanji telling him the same thing

like, thats not their usual banter. this doesnt make zoro angry to like be able to fight off lucci better or sth. the panel of him standing there just, flinching honestly haunts me. (i eat it up oda please do somehting with it)

esp curious paired with my above example where i think zoro understands sanji quite well where i dont think sanji does in return. (another reason why i cant see them romantically im sorry itd require so much legwork for me to make that work)

i think it can definitely be read as a setup of zoro feeling apart from the crew. i think part of that is just due to the nature of his position as first mate in everything but name. like in a literal sense he is their superior the same way luffy is all of theirs. and we know from the usopp argument that he takes that a lot more seriously than the others. so i dont think - at this point in canon - zoro would open up to anyone except maybe luffy but even then thats not really the kind of relationship they have - and i dont think any of them actually see whats going on or what zoro has been doing basically the entire time.

zoro hasn't been vulnerable since his fight with mihawk

[irritablepoe]

favourite poe hcs??

:))))

oh anon i don't think you know what you've done

okay i'll list some headcanons and then i'll make a cut and list some further headcanons which contain spoilers for my fic that i haven't published yet, so they'll be major spoilers of what's to come!! you can decide if you wanna read them before ranpo finds these out hehe >:3

(if you don't read the fic that's irrelevant tho, enjoy the hcs ^^)

also pls note these are my personal hcs you ofc don't have to agree with them :3

ok first of all poe is absolutely unscareable, he could watch any horror movie and be deeply fascinated by it rather than afraid

exceptions are when there's a scene where many people talk over each other, he gets very overstimulated by that (also like in general not only in movies)

he can hear heartbeats more sensitively than a normal human being

he has relatives in america but doesn't talk to them a lot, especially since he isolated himself after ranpo defeated him

similar to irl poe i'd say his father left and his mother died when he was young leaving him and his siblings behind - they get adopted by their aunt & uncle, tho henry and poe move out quite quickly to get their own place

used to host big events in his mansion, he is very prideful of his deduction abilities after all and he's actually quite famous for solving multiple big crimes that got a lot of attention (like scandals and stuff)

(that's why he's so bummed out when ranpo defeats him too)

karl lingered outside his mansion before poe took him in; poe realised he was injured and took him to a vet; they bonded over that and karl just stayed bc poe got him food and was comfortable to sit on

always has candy for ranpo everywhere despite not being a big fan of candy

deals with dissociation and intrusive thoughts; has problems with idealization of people (see ranpo)

has been dealing with some sort of substance addiction in his time between his duel with ranpo and his revenge part

has issues with chronic pain bc of that as well

has a raccoon plushie for karl for when he's gone

loves writing with an actual quill but has been made fun of

has some odd knowledge about the human body that might or might not be concerning

hates swimming. i mean hates. loathes, in fact.

loves to rot away in bed and think while drifting in and out of consciousness (sameee)

is always cold (uses ranpo as a heater lol)

can solve basic code

loves bitter tasting things (tea, dark chocolate, strong coffee etc)

is insecure about his face + his body in general that's why he wears his hair like that and so many layers

ok now for the spoilers (if you don't want to read further than this, ty dear anon for letting me ramble about this and ty ty for reading :3)

i love the theory that an ability manifests as a kind of response to either trauma or a major change in their life, so - my theory or hc, whatever, is that poe wasn't an ability user before he met ranpo. obviously the first time they meet ranpo doesn't know about his ability and hasn't experienced it before. poe seems to find confidence in his ability and i think he'd have mentioned it before if he'd met ranpo in a setting that would also be in relation (in terms of mysteries and stuff) to it

i'm very sure or i'd like to think poe manifested his ability as a way of escapism but also as a way of determination (drawing people into his story i mean, you can't get further in being a successful detective writer than this ability yk)

also poe was a detective before they met, i'd guess he still wrote stuff but he switched almost completely once he was defeated by ranpo and barely solved any crimes anymore (maybe only over text or sth idk)

all this results ofc in a feeling of inferiority in poe who before ranpo came along was probably quite prideful - which leads me to believe he thinks of ranpo as a rival that has corrupted his mind but also as someone he is thankful for, which makes all of this wayyyy more complicated than it seems on the surface

poe thinks he's tied to ranpo and therefore cannot say no to him or pretend for long enough that he doesn't care; he actively puts himself in situations he doesn't like bc of ranpo and helps him when he really doesn't have to - he could just walk away. but he doesn't

he also exclusively uses his ability for or against ranpo, we've not seen him use it outside of it and tbh i don't think he's ever used it otherwise (except when it manifested, tho i don't know how it could've manifested tbh. like how do you find sth like this out?)

in my fic henry (his brother) knows at least a fraction of all this and asks for poe to get himself something unrelated to ranpo, which he does, which is why i think poe is also an artist, tho less skilled than in his writing but he finds fun in it

he keeps it a secret from ranpo (he will eventually open up tho)

yea. i think that's it for now, ty again anon and ty for everyone reading so far, i hope i'll not disappoint in putting this into the fic :D

[meili-sheep]

☆ Darn, first of all, that sucks, and I wish you the best. I can try to provide a small idea? For Cryo Diluc, going for the popular "feeling unloved/alone" or sth like that to get a Cryo vision, just imagine how Diluc got it. Kaey's been part of his family for a few uears now, and he loves him, so does Crepus, clearly. Diluc really shouldn't feel jealous of his little brother, he certainly deseves some love after everything he went through, but it still stings. Man, what if Crepus started losing hope for Diluc to get a vision, and Diluc can really feel his disappointment. And he tries to get one, he really does! Hell, he prays ny Barbatos statue almost every day! But still nothing. And he just feels so bad at never being able to make his Father happy, and maybe sth happens & he decides to leave. Idk, maybe he's still trying to get a vision or he just runs away, up to you. But he gets stuck somewhere, and he can't help but thing that maybe it's for the best. This way he won't be disappointing anyone, and Kaeya won't have to deal with having such a bad older brother who's only ever jealous of him. Even Barbatos doesn't eant him. It's probably for the best if he's never found... / Do what you want woth the rest, but in general I imagine that even after getting a Vision, finally, a little part of Diluc dies that day. *salutes*

I am so on board with this because it fits my weird brand of CEO of Crepus Slander. Because I think this is something that happened Crepus did focus more on Kaeya but Diluc might have already had his vision. The timeline there is foggy.

But let's say Diluc didn't get his vision. And the pressure from Crepus is real and his jealousy of Kaeya isn't fun. He hates that he just can't live up to being a true Ragnvindr. He really hates himself. And all of this while people around him are praising him for being so smart, and so strong. But all Diluc can see is his father's disappointment.

Maybe one day he overhears.

"Master, please... that thing has vile energy. You can't give that you the younger master."

"It's for the best. If Diluc can not earn a Vision. I will have to give it to him."

Diluc suddenly feels so sick. He can see or really hear anything else. But know he knows father is planning something awful if he can not get a vision.

So he runs away, maybe that's not his intention to start. Maybe he was planning to try and take out a Hilichurl camp, maybe that would finally prove his strength enough for a vision. Of course, this did not go well.

Diluc had to run away. He was hurt and sobbing. And he knew, he knew no one was going to come and help him because he doesn't matter unless he has a vision. He probably should just die.

Then it's suddenly in his hands a Cyro vision. It's cold. But suddenly he feels a little else alone. Maybe little birds of ice form and start flying around him. Suddenly he was numb. The cold has a hold and he suddenly can bring himself to care anymore about his father's wishes anymore.

I can either see it taking 2 paths from here. A) Diluc fully runs away. And doesn't return. I see him becoming a Catalysts user (Good with The Widsith) and a sort of bard who just enjoys traveling with his little birds around who are made of ice but never melt. B) He returns but is very different. More like Adult Diluc is now. Cold. Especially towards his father. His father noticed his vision and tries to bring it up and express how proud he is, but Diluc will only turn away from him. He's still ok with Kaeya and actually plays with him over trains. Totally gives up on being a knight. Starts just wandering by himself. Starts reading the playing chess more, or playing with his ice birds. Definitely acts more like the child he honestly is. I think he takes up a Catalysts because he likes reading storybooks and it eventually translates. He doesn't notice or care when his father disappointedly sees him with the first catalysts that Diluc saved and bought himself. He makes more and bigger bird friends now. He is not nearly so lonely anymore.

[shieldofrohan]

Do you have any opinion on how the Others might be defeated? (I love your takes!)

Hello Anon,

Thank you very much:)

Well I have different theories and everyday I change my mind.

I don't believe that dragons/fire side of the story is going to be the answer but characters might think so which would be a red herring imo. And it would also cause them a lot. So we'll see.

When I think about Others, I try to decide which of the threats will be destroyed first?

Will our heroes stop Dany before they deal with Others or will the Others-issue be dealt first? When we look back to AGOT; we see that book starts with Others and ends with Dany/dragons. So I would like to read dealing with dragons first because Others issue is more sinister and the whole story started with them. It would be cool to read that they will still be an issue even after the destruction of dragons (also human wars).

In this case (which is my fanfiction at this point) we have to consider a world where dragons are gone and people/Westeros lost a lot after wars. This would mean that our heroes have to be smarter (not stronger because their strenght is spent after everything) and wiser to deal with Others.

Martin is very anti war/violence kind of writer so dealing with enemy in another way wouldn't be an unthinkable theory. We also should remember that the word "PACT" appears a lot in the story- and even in the end King was elected in a great council. So a pact/understanding between Others and Humans(/Children of Forest?) can be an answer.

We also have the legend of the Last Hero which should be a key element when we are dealing with Others.

Legends of the north state the last hero and his companions went in search of the children of the forest during the Long Night, thousands of years ago. The only survivor of the company after attacks from giants, wights, and Others, the last hero eventually reached the children and gained their assistance. The Night's Watch then formed and won the Battle for the Dawn. This ended the generation-long winter and sent the Others into retreat, possibly to the Land of Always Winter. The fate of the last hero is unknown. [awoiaf]

Yet here and there in the fastness of the woods, the children still lived in their wooden cities and hollow hills, and the faces in the trees kept watch. So as cold and death filled the earth, the last hero determined to seek out the children, in the hopes that their ancient magics could win back what the armies of men had lost. He set out into the dead lands with a sword, a horse, a dog, and a dozen companions. For years he searched until he despaired of ever finding the children of the forest in their secret cities. One by one his friends died, and his horse, and finally even his dog, and his sword froze so hard the blade snapped when he tried to use it. And the Others smelled the hot blood in him and came silent on his trail, stalking him with packs of pale white spiders big as hounds –"

[AGOT - Bran IV]

At Castle Black Samwell tells Jon that he found one account of the Long Night that spoke of the last hero slaying Others with a blade of dragonsteel. Supposedly they could not stand against it. Jon wonders if dragonsteel refers to Valyrian steel.

Well we have:

a LAST HERO (the word "last" has to mean sth imo... he will be the LAST hero of the story which brings us back to my Others will be dealt last theory),

his 12 companions (not an entire army... more like an elite force)

his animal: a dog, (wolf?)

his ride: a horse (not a dragon...)

his sword... (there are many theories of Dragonsteel-Valyrian steel and I believe that Westeros had DS blades even before Valyrians/Targaryens and/because Westeros probably had dragons too in the very past: ice dragons. And the Stark sword ICE is not the original sword ICE. They just named it after the original sword. And some fans believe that the OG Ice was the sword of Last Hero which also hinting a STARK hero)

When we look at all of these, I think it is safe to say that we should be looking for a more sneaky way to deal with Others and dealing with them in a war with huge dragons seem unlikely to me. Because even after the "War for the Dawn" the Others were not defeated, they just retreated. So this time they might need sth more permanent. OR maybe Others were never meant to be destroyed for good. Maybe Westeros had to deal with the fact that they will always come back... who knows??

But ofc it is just my opinion (for today).

Thanks for the ask, have a nice day.

[of-a-chaotic-mind]

My Family, My Home

Summary: Harry and Reader find themselves in a particularly nasty fight after the death of Sirius Black. Will they be able to mend what they broke?

TW/CW: Harry Potter x Reader. Angst, angst, angst. Mentions of death. Depressing. Yeah.

Requested?: Yes, by a lovely Anon who said, “Hi i read your last harry imagine and i am in love with it. I was wondering if you can write another for me? Where harry and reader are dating around when sirius died in order of the phoenix and harry is very depressed about the situation and slowly disassociates from the reader and when he/she wanted to talk about it and lighten the weight on his shoulders harry says sth to reader along the lines "you are not my family and you are not my home" and a big fight happens eventually harry realizes what he has done and gets very upset bc he loves her/him so much. They eventually make up but i want angst drama and tears you know lol i will be very happy if you can write this!!”

Word Count: 1,448

A/N: I tried my best to convey angst lol. It came out better than I thought it would though. Anyway, I hope you enjoy and as always Requests are Open!

[This gif hurts me probably as much as it hurts you lol but I wanna use it anyway]

Your POV

     I wander into the Gryffindor common room in hopes of finding my boyfriend, Harry. He's been distant as of late, no one can really blame him though. Between You-Know-Who and the death of his godfather, he has a lot on his plate. What worries me most is he’s even begun distancing himself from me. Of all people, I had hoped he wouldn’t shut me out but here we are. The common room is full of quiet chatter and thick tension but no Harry in sight.

     Ron, however, is currently locked in a game of Wizard’s Chess with Dean Thomas so I take a seat beside him in hopes of grabbing his attention but not interrupting his game. Hermione speaks up from behind her book, “Ron’ll probably be a while,” putting her book down she notices my look of concern, “in the meantime, maybe I can help?”

     “I was just wondering if either of you had seen Harry. He avoided me all during classes again today,” I ask.

     “He’s been skirting us too, probably just needs some time to adjust,” Ron mumbles absentmindedly. Hermione and I give each other a look that says we know that’s not the case. I decide to look elsewhere as Hermione goes back to her book. I make my way up the staircase leading to the boys’ dormitories and stop when I reach the one Harry and Ron stay in. I knock softly on the door but am met with silence. I knock again a little louder just in case and this time the door swings open viciously.  

     Harry stands before me bleary eyed and extremely annoyed, “What do you want?”

     Shocked at his attitude, I try my luck at calming him down, “Woah, love, calm down it’s just me. Maybe you can let me in and we can talk or perhaps I can just be there for you to lean on?”

     “Yes, I have eyes, I can see that it’s you. No, I don’t want to be bothered right now, go away,” with this he tries to shut the door in my face but I step into the room before he can.

     “Harry, I can help you, just tell me what you need.”

     “I don’t want or need your help, (Y/N). You’re not my family and you’re not my home,” with this he opens the door again, shoves me out, and then slams it behind me. Bursting into tears, I run down the stairs and out of the portrait hole, ignoring all the various looks I get as well as Ron and Hermione calling after me. I run straight to my favorite spot on the grounds. Malfoy thinks he found this tree first and claimed it but I always climb higher up into it and from the ground no one can see me.  

     As I recall the stinging words from moments before, I don’t understand why Harry would even say that. He’s always told me that when he’s with me he feels at home. My heart begins to ache as I attempt to shove all the heart wrenching thoughts from my mind but they are coming faster than I can battle them and eventually I am overcome by them as I sit by myself in a lone tree and cry my eyes out.

Harry’s POV

     I stalk back to my bed and crash down onto it once more. Seconds later, footsteps sound outside the dorm room door and as Ron barges in, I pretend to be asleep. He doesn’t fall for it though, and instead drags me out of bed and slams me into the wall, “What in the bloody hell are you thinking, mate? I don’t know what you said to them but they ran out in tears. You better have a damn good reason for hurting them or I’m going to rip you a new one.”

     “I don't have to give you any reason. I don’t want your help either, so sod off and leave me alone,” I spit.

     This time it isn’t Ron that assaults me but Hermione. My cheek stings from the sharp slap across my face. “I don’t what has gotten into Harry James Potter but I think it’s high time you stop with the pity party and let those who love you help you.”

     Ron stares at Hermione in awe, “You didn’t have to slap him, ‘Mione.”

     “Maybe not, but maybe it’ll knock some sense into him. When you’re ready, you’ll know where to find us. Now come on, Ron. (Y/N) needs us.”

     They leave me in stunned silence. I think Hermione was right, she did knock some sense into me because now I realize the hurt that I’ve caused by trying to push everyone away. I thought it was for their own good but I was obviously wrong. Now, I’ve gone and messed up with the person I’m in love with all because of my own pride. I sit on the edge of the bed and begin trying to come up with a way to apologize and smooth things over.

Your POV

     “(Y/N)?” I hear from below as Ron and Hermione come looking for me. I wipe any remnants of the tears shed from off my face with my sleeve before slowly dropping to the ground. As soon as they spot me, they rush forward and both wrap me in a hug.  

     “I’m sorry he’s being a manky old git," Ron grumbles.

     “Are you alright, hon? Do you want to talk about it?” Hermione asks. I shrug but begin telling them about mine and Harry’s fight. If looks could kill, Ron would’ve surely killed the poor tree behind us as he looked as if he was trying to bore holes into its bark. Hermione also look absolutely miffed but pulled me in for another hug, “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what’s gotten into him.” At that moment, the him in question walks out of the castle, heading our direction.

     He approaches cautiously due to the murderous look on Ron’s face but Hermione grabs Ron by the arm and pulls him away, “Let’s give them space.” They stop just out of earshot and wait patiently in case I need them, and Hermione begins trying to calm Ron down.

     Harry looks at the ground and scuffs his shoe against the pebbles, “I know I really have no right to ask for forgiveness but I thought I’d apologize anyway.” He pauses to collect his thoughts before making eye contact with me, “I’m so sorry for the things I said. There is no excusing them and I know they hurt you. I just thought that if I shoved everyone away then maybe I wouldn’t feel like such a burden. I got so caught up in trying to do what I thought was best that I failed to realize I was hurting the people who mean the most to me more than if I had just let help me carry the weight. Like I said, I know I don’t deserve it, but can you forgive me?”

     I rush forward, “Of course, Harry, I forgive you. You’re not a burden to us. We love you and we want to help. Your feelings are valid, however, and I’m always willing to listen if you need to vent. I’m willing to bet that Hermione and Ron would be willing as well if you apologize to them too.”

     He looks over his shoulder at them and chuckles at finding them bickering over something. I laugh, “I swear those two will be married one day. If they aren’t, I’ll be severely disappointed.” Harry laughs as he beckons them over.

     As they approach Hermione places herself between Ron and Harry, I suppose in case Ron decides to hit Harry. He doesn’t though and he just stands there scowling. Harry clears his throat, “I haven’t been fair to you two either. Can you forgive me for how I’ve acted?”

     Hermione glances over to me and seems to scan my face and I nod with a small smile. Seemingly satisfied, she nods as well, “Of course, Harry. I’m sorry for slapping you.”

     Harry laughs, “It’s all right. I needed it to knock some sense into me.”

     The three of us look to Ron. He seems to think long and hard about the situation before finally coming to a conclusion, “Alright, I forgive you but you know they’re like a sibling to me and if you hurt them again it won’t be Hermione hitting you it’ll be me.”

     Harry chuckles, “Understood. Let’s go back to the common room and talk though, it’s too cold out here.” We all nod in agreement and make our way back into the castle.

Masterlist

[sanders-sides-fic]

So high, does it ever get lonely?

This is a prequel or sth to “Up there, too far away to hold me”. You can read it on its own, but I’d advice reading them as a package. Enjoy!

When Janus begged, none of them faltered.

When he fell, so did every single one their cold, resolved facades.

When they woke up, he had erased the memories of what had happened.

When Remus returned from his nightly ventures to the human realm and they had to explain what had taken place in his absence, none of them knew what to say.

When Remus screamed at them, when Janus did the same from below, when Remus cursed them out, when Remus decided to cut all bonds with the other gods until Janus would return, when one banishment ended with two glass-pictures cracked beyond repair, none of them had anything they could say. For how could they argue if they didn’t even remember what had happened?

Janus was the god of memories. Everyone else had woken up thinking he was the god of denial, but Logan had still known the truth. As god of knowledge he always knew these facts. So they had come to the conclusion that Janus hadn’t wanted to remember, that he’d altered his own memories and thus everyone else’s. Probably the last major act the yellow god would have managed to do.

It was a rocky adjustment period, living without the sixth god.

The empty chair was one of those things they had to get used to. No one dared to even look at it. They all knew the black gold that was decorated by gold and yellow scales, the chair with its yellow silk cushions would bring nothing but painful memories. And when any of them did spare a look, they could almost see how Janus would sit there, would he still have been here. They could almost see how he would lean on the left armrest, gloved hand supporting his head with as little touch as he could muster. The way he would smirk as he listened to the conversation, winking mischievously when one of them managed to catch a soft expression he’d masked had the others been looking. The way he would draw circles with his right hand and make broad but fluent gestures as his voice would lull the arguments to a halt. The way his fork would barely touch his lips as he ate with so much grace, even royal humans seemed to be slobs in comparison. A glass of wine being raised to his lips, eyes catching each of theirs before smirking and sipping at it.

Janus had never missed even one meal before, no matter what had happened. He’d always been there, all three meals of the day, last to show up and last to leave. And now his chair was empty, and it remained that way.

Then there was the rock. A cliff that reached down into Remus’ domain of shadows and despair. And the rocks on top of there had always been engulfed by a warm wind from below, as well as always been sunny. Janus had always liked the sun, said the warmth made his frustration melt. If Janus hadn’t been working, he had been found laying there. He’d have his eyes closed at day, drinking up the sun rays, joking with Virgil who’d sit curled up in the safety of the tree a few feet further away from the cliff. He’d watch the stars with his hands below his head at night, soft conversations or debates with Logan filling the air as fireflies surrounded them. He’d, occasionally, even lean down and have short conversations with Remus when he’d been in his domain for too long. Just checking up on him and reminding him to take breaks and come back soon.

Virgil still sat by the tree sometimes. He’d stare into nothingness, arms wrapped around himself tightly and hissing at everyone who’d dare to point out the tear streaks on his cheeks. Logan didn’t visit the cliff anymore, and even the fireflies didn’t light up their spot ever since Janus stoped coming.

Patton stoped making chocolate eclairs. He’d only picked up on making them after Janus had asked him anyways. Everyone had liked them, but it had been Janus’ favorite. He would hum in delight at the first bite, and while Patton made them he would sit in the kitchen with a smile, watching and talking about anything. Just, anything at all. He would sometimes vent about something, ending in exasperated but fond remarks about the other gods. Sometimes he would crack jokes and light up at Patton’s giggles. Or he would tell Patton about things he was planing to do or stories he’d heard. Chocolate eclairs were an awfully bitter sweet memory.

Roman had stopped performing dramas. He’d still watch the mortals as they did so, he would still sing and dance and paint and whatnot. But he’d always performed for just Janus first, asking for advice, talking about what details were missing to make it believable and what was too much. He’d always get his costumed done by Janus, too. So the drama stuff got locked away in a cupboard where it couldn’t get damaged and he didn’t have to look at it.

They decided that game night wouldn’t stop. They could do that just fine without Janus, too! So they meet up every night, playing games, watching the mortals, laughing. It took a few year until the awkward silences stoped appearing where Janus would have made a remark, or until the heated arguments Janus would have interrupted long before they’d become heated at all stoped ending their evening. But in the end, they managed to get it running again.

Still, they didn’t play “who am I” anymore. It’d been Janus’ favorite game. They also didn’t tell stories anymore. That had been Janus’ thing, always taking memories the mortals had forgotten home from work and telling the tale in the most capturing way, rivaling even Roman. And they didn’t talk about not doing either of those things. It’d just become a silent understanding.

The little things never stoped bothering them. The lack of Janus falling into Virgil’s lap with a sigh of: “They are so smart, Virgil! Why are they also so, so stupid?” Long nights without anyone there to throw self-care packages at them and guilt-trip them into taking care of them. No more snakes slithering through the gardens as Janus cared for his forget-me-nots. No more unnecessarily ominous remarks made in passing. No more deadpan answers to general questions asked, drawn from silent observation of his fellow gods.

There was an empty place, and no one could ever fill it.

Janus himself didn’t make it much easier for them to get over what had happened either. He vandalized, screamed, did almost everything he could in an angry attempt to gain the gods’ attention. He wanted them to watch, they knew that. And that was what they did.

They’d thought about bringing him back, of cause. Everyone brought it up every now and again, but it always turned into an argument. Because there had to have been a reason behind their decision! Even if they didn’t remember what it was anymore. And for a while, there was still the residual anger, strong and hot and unforgiving. It didn’t last for long, only the blink of an eye in the grand scheme of things, really. If they’d have to put a finger on it, after about a century they were probably all over it. Still, they had decided that day, after waking up oblivious to their own reasons, that they would figure out what had happened. They would search for answers first, and after that they would decide what to do. Retrace their steps, figure out clues wherever they found them.

But they didn’t find much. A few theories were built over the years, but nothing substantial. None of those made any sense, all of them ignoring at least one hint they’d gathered at that point, and they either weren’t anything Janus would ever do or nothing they’d even think to ban him for.

So, at least for now, watching was all they did in the end.

They watched as his anger slowly turned into loneliness. They watched as he got drunk and angrily threw half-filled bottles at high as he could. As if those could reach them. They watched as he was cast out of town after town because the mortals knew who he was, knew he was a dark god and feared him. They watched as he finally decided to ignore the other gods altogether. They watched as he found new companions. They watched as those died, being human and not immortal like Janus. They watched as Janus grieved for them, watched him as he drug his nails into his scalp, forcing every memory of them out and throwing them in a river to get washed away. They watched as he, year after year, came to a random church at his birthday to talk to them, cursing, screaming, demanding an explanation or just silently glare. They watched as he finally started to travel. They watched him tell stories, extra arms and scales hidden underneath a cloak. They watched as he told the mortals about them, voice clearly bitter but words caring nevertheless. They watched as he made the desert his home for a while. They watched him create new types of snakes to keep him company, only to chase them away into the world after a while, telling them to go because they’d just betray him sooner or later anyways, wouldn’t they?!

They also watched as Janus froze in shock at the news. They did, too. The mortals had really forgotten about Janus? How could that be? That wasn’t right! They’d never wanted that for him. How could they have forgotten about that when Janus was the one managing the memories with his stories, how could-

But Janus had only ever told them stories he hadn’t been part of, hadn’t he? He’d only ever told stories about Roman, Remus, Virgil, Patton, Logan or a combination of them. Never about himself. And thus, the humans had forgotten about his very existence.

Logan tried to send the knowledge of him down to earth. Nothing.

Virgil tried to remind them of the fear they used to feel towards him. Nothing.

Roman inspired art surrounding Janus. They enjoyed the art, but when they thought of the gods? Still nothing regarding Janus.

Patton tried to have them feel the love all of them had shared for Janus. Nothing.

Remus didn’t even know about it. He barely showed up still, and no one dared to tell him when he finally did.

The next day, the four of them were woken up by an agonized scream. It was filled with terror of the likes not even Virgil had known, and there had been so much emotion in it even Patton got nauseous. Of cause they came to check what had happened.

It had been Janus who’d screamed, staring at his own reflection in horror, eyes wide and yet far away as they finally managed to see him. He was shaking terribly, whispering “no”s and “it can’t”s and “that’s not happening”s and “this isn’t real”s over and over again. It wasn’t hard to figure out why. Because the Janus they saw there, trembling as he stared at his own reflection, had only two arms, and not a single scale. Only his eye was still the same, golden and snake-like.

It was probably Logan who cut of their connection to the other realm, hiding what none of them wanted to see. Virgil fell to the floor, all strength leaving him. They could distantly hear thunder roar in acknowledgment of his emotions. None of them spoke up about it. Patton cried silent tears, shaking even worse than anyone that had ever crossed Virgil. Logan didn’t say anything, and neither did Roman. It was silent, for a long time.

“This has gone on for too long.”, Roman finally spoke up, when the sun set and none of them had had the strength to move. “We’re not going to find any answers at this point, and why should we? We’ve made him suffer for centuries now! And because of what?”

“There has to be a reason, though, Roman! There has to be a reason, and if we don’t know what it is, we might end up in the same place or-” Virgil didn’t get to finish. He didn’t seem to mind being interrupted by his own sob, though, probably not even believing in his words anymore. Not at this point, not after all this time and especially not after what they’d just witnessed!

“He doesn’t deserve this.”, Patton chimed in. “No matter what he did, that’s just… too much. Oh, dear. He’s been feeling so alone for so long now, without a home, without anyone… We’ve all been hurting, and we’ve had each other at least! And now he’s lost a part of himself, and… and…”

As Virgil placed his arms around the crying god, Logan looked at his friends. In their faces he saw the emotions he himself felt crushing his internal organs. Regret. Guilt. Sadness. Fear. Helplessness. But were they helpless? Were they really?

“It… might not be too late yet.”, he said, gaining the attention of everyone around him immediately. A sign of just how much the others wanted to make this right again too. Logan cleared his voice, carefully speaking up again: “I do not know for sure. This is quite the unusual situation, after all, but… This is caused by Janus’ lack of divine power. I would assume that his is caused by his absence from out realm, the absence of prayers towards him and the lack of the source of his energy. Therefore, if he can regain the divine powers again…”

“He’ll be back to normal!”, Roman exclaimed, hope shining through the darkness in his eyes. “Oh, Specs, you’re brilliant! Of cause, if we bring him back, he’ll grow stronger again. He can get his staff back, too, and… And once he’s back here the humans will remember and he’ll get all strong and healthy again and… What are we even waiting for?!”

Patton nodded enthusiastically, getting out of Virgil’s arms and joining Roman on his way to retrieve Janus’ staff where they’d placed it on his chair, almost like a gravestone. Even Logan relaxed a bit, taking a deep breath.

But Virgil shook his head, and though his voice was silent it was also sharp like a knife, and it froze all of their feet to the spot with what it said: “Bringing him back won’t make up for shit, though, will it?”

Patton didn’t even correct his language in the following silence. But Roman turned around, face illuminated by the last few rays of sunshine. “No. But it’ll be a start. And we can avoid doing more damage.”

They found out that it didn’t work that evening. They couldn’t bring Janus back without a portal for him. Only his staff could make a portal he’d be able to pass through. And the staff couldn’t be activated without Janus’ power.

They searched through Janus’ belongings, hoping to get some form of energy Janus had left behind. Nothing, it had all faded over the centuries. Just like Janus’ power in himself. It was only then, they noticed, that they actually understood the powerless grief Janus had to have gone through, experienced it even just a little bit. All of them, no matter how much they denied it, would give anything to take it back. But not even gods could turn back time.

Janus didn’t come to a church that year. He stoped at the door on his birthday, as he usually did, but didn’t enter. His gloved hand only touched his face where once the prettiest scales had resided, and walked away.

They hated to be ignored by him like that. They hated it even more than his original anger or anything he’d done before. They hated it more, because they knew they couldn’t do anything against it. And they knew that they deserved it.

They had done this to him.

It was only much, much later that Janus would return to see them again. It was on his birthday, as usual. A chapel this time, modeled after Roman’s throne room. He only visited them almost half a millenium after that incident, exactly three millenia after he’d last been with them.

And, as always, they watched.

Taglist: @gattonero17​ @alias290​

[sinkingwmyships]

hEY BABY

im back at it again with

JJBA (VA) Purge AU (3)

yeeee this is the one abt the relationship scenarios ;)))

part 1 | part 2

i highly recommend checking out the previous parts first, if not this might be kinda hard to follow

between me and my 1.5 braincells we're trying really hard y'all so pls go easy on us show some support ;_;

OKAY

(oh yea a heads-up no ships are decided yet so treat all these relationship scenarios as hcs (yea imma make AUs inside an AU lmfao))

tw: (1 mention of) homophobia, referenced past abuse, bullying (??)

1. fugio

the first scenario that popped into my head is that Fugo and Giorno go to the same university (for some reason Gio's parents can afford to send him there, idk he probably got financial aid or sth, and then after he killed them (😳 awkwardddd) he's probably using their life insurance in fear of it running out). and Fugo doesn't really care for Gio bc he's a rich boye and he has his quality™️ elite friend circle so why bother himself w a nobody. but in reality all of Fugo's friends are either only on a social level (u know those ppl who you're friends w but u won't necessarily have deep convos w them or choose to hang out w them n stuff), or they're fake and only hang out w him bc of his wealth & status, or bc their rich parents are friends. plus (im referring to the anime backstory here), after the scandal w that professor who sexually harassed him, many ppl secretly hate him and talk shit abt him behind his back due to homophobia.

but anyway, Fugo's plotting against all those biches :) so where does Giorno come in? Gio, being this innocent poor boy who doesn't have a home to go back to, lives on dorm. and let's just say Fugo does too bc he doesn't have the best relationship w his demanding parents, so he was overjoyed when he finally talked them into letting him move from home into the dorms instead. (side note he prolly doesn't Purge his parents bc he needs their money.) so Gio and Fugo know of each other, but not acquaintances or anything.

and then

one day when Fugo's either

running into trouble with some authority figure at school again

just minding his own business and planning his Purge targets

Gio walks in on him, and he's either like

"omg Fugo r u ok do u need help what happened"

"omg Fugo idk what happened between u and ur targets but Purging ain't good, pls reconsider"

and Fugo, having the short-ass fuse that he does (plus probably having his pride wounded and just general mistrust of the ppl around him spurring him on):

"stfu u know nothing about me, but now you've seen this i guess it wouldn't hurt to kill you too"

"stfu u know nothing about me, ur probably one of those happy asshats that have no need for Purges, reconsider?? haha the only thing i'll reconsider is if i'll add u to my kill list" (bc if Gio reports him or sth, Fugo & his fam can get into trouble, since his targets are probably rich and/or influential ppl, but it isn't Purge time yet, so it can be considered malicious intent and/or attempted murder i guess, and so anyone who has any beef w the Fugo fam can bring them down) (i know nothing abt law don't come for me)

and then Gio is like "fuck dis shit im out" and he skrts tf out of there, but sadly Fugo ain't lying 😔 the day of the Purge comes, and Giorno was just trying to barricade himself inside his dorm room when suddenly, Fugo pulls an FBI OPEN UP and breaks inside using all his high-tech weaponry n stuff (i'll share my hcs for chara design later!!). Gio is freaking out so he jumps out the window into the streets, even risking going outside during Purge just so he can get away, but oh 🅱️oy is Fugo stressed tonight. and he literally hunts Gio down and almost kills him

uNTIL!!!¡!

2. abbacchio & giorno:

(SORRY I JUST LOVE DADBACCHIO & GIORSON SO MUCH)

Abbacchio is tasked w hunting down a certain rogue criminal, so he's la-di-da cruising thru Naples to get to Bucci's house, when suddenly this fucking kid comes running up to him with his hair and clothes all messed up and tears running down his face, and is like "pls help me sir i beg u i just need somewhere to hide pls i don't want to do this i don't want to die" and Abba's like "fuq??" but then he hears manic laughter and chainsaws revving and shit, and the kid sniveling all over his crisp™️ Purge suit looks like he can explode with fear at any moment (and plus Abba understands that nobody would ever run up to another person for help during Purge like this, unless it's really their last option), so he sighs, "fine. get behind me."

the kid drops to his knees and Abba can't help but think "aaahhhh fucking dead weight", but he said he'd help, so that's what he's gonna do. now ANOTHER kid rounds the corner but he barely looks sane, he seems almost possessed by something. *fighting ensues* but being a professional cop Abba knocks the kid out cold w a few swift moves, and when he drops to the ground that crazy expression finally leaves his face. he's already wasted too much time, so Abba turns to Kid 1 and is like "go back home brat and dont get into trouble again", but Kid 1 is still a trembling mess on the ground, and he says "i don't have any home to go back to."

subconscious Abba's like "well that's between you and god" but he knows he's basically this kid's god now (besides, there can't possibly be a god that would let things like Purges happen), so he's like, "fine. get in the car and DON'T get in my way" but THEN Kid 1 points to the passed-out demon child, "but we can't leave him here"

A: "he was gonna KILL you!!"

K1: "i know but he didn't mean it, he was just not thinking straight"

A: "Purges ain't where ppl think str8 kid, besides if he didn't really wanna Purge he wouldn't have geared himself up that well"

K1: “but he’s not a bad person. please, if we leave him out here in this state he’ll be killed for sure.”

at this point Abbacchio can't understand wtf Kid 1 is thinking, but for the first time in years he finds some of the humanity he was hoping to regain in Purge, so he's like "fine. haul him into the backseat. but you're sitting with him bc i got my shit in the front. and if he wakes up you're dealing w it this time. cool?"

Kid 1 nods, and surprisingly he has enough strength to shove Kid 2 into the backseat & get in after him. Abba is trying to decide what he wanna do w these kids, when his phone suddenly beeps, and in comes a new message from his superiors, "yo dawg u gotta hurry up and kill that Bucciarati guy, we'd better not catch u slacking" and he's like "yo Kid 1, can u fight?"

"uh, a bit. why?"

"well, that's what you're gonna do for me in return for my protection."

anywhooooo i imagine that later on, Fugo wakes up like "ugh wtf hello concussions????" and he sees Gio standing over him, and he snaps into defensive mode, sitting up and shoving Gio away and everything. but then he sees that Gio's hands are empty, save for maybe a bottle of water and a towel, and somehow Fugo's own wounds are all cleaned and bandaged, and he groans:

"dude, what the fuck are you doing? did i pass out? did you find help?"

G: "you got hit over the head pretty hard, don't move so suddenly."

F: "haha yea thanks i can feel that myself, anyway wtf were you doing?"

G: "uhhhhh... abbacchio patched you up but your face was really grimy so he told me to clean you up, and maybe give you some water?"

F: "no. i mean like what the fuck were you doing????? braincells hello?? kill me! i should be dead!!! is Purge over?? did the sirens go off before you can finish me?"

he suddenly notices how Gio just recoils and sits there with his eyes squeezed shut as Fugo shouts at him and flings his arms around. but he's seen how Gio defended himself against him, so he knows this guy can fight and is no stranger to Purges. this is the first mystery his 152 IQ has encountered in a long time, so Fugo reaches out to get Gio's attention, but then Gio jumps and slaps his hand away so hard Fugo feels his bruised brain jar. he pulls back immediately, holding his hands up, palms forward, finally kind of able to pierce together what's going on inside the blond's mind:

"sorry. wasn't gonna attack you. just... wasn't sure if you were listening to me, so i tried to get your attention."

"i was."

"okay. sorry." Fugo tries, but Gio is already standing up and leaving, glassy green eyes looking anywhere but at him. "wait! Gior— ugh??"

he almost faceplants the ground again. where's my stupid-ass helmet???? i need to be on balance mode stat. but then Fugo feels two arms helping him up, and he looks up to see Gio, frowning in distaste but still supporting him all the same. he feels bad for asking (as if he hasn't bothered this poor guy enough): "uh, so, what exactly happened while i was passed out?"

oh, honey...

a lot :)

BUT PLOT SPOILERS SO THIS ENDS HERE!!!!!! xD

ya know i might actually go w fugio after all :00 but if i do end up writing this, it will span over 12 hours / 1 Purge only, so even if there are ships they'll probably only be implied, instead of madly into each other by the end of everything :P

to be cont’d… 👀🔪 perhaps with other relationship hcs :0 or chara design?? who knows. suggestions?

feel free to drop any questions you have, or just scream to me in the cmts in general!! i’m happy to answer anything, from chara motives to backstory clarification, or anything else!! ik up to now these posts have just been walls of texts, so :’D thanks for reading thooooo 💖

part 4 | part 5

[ahandfulofregrets]

i live in italy and i’m tryina to cope with the lockdown in the only way i know: by Projecting.

human au where the sides are roommates or sth and are trying to prepare for the lockdown.

dee and logan have the job of doing the groceries. technically only one is supposed to go out at a time, but there’s six of them in total and help is needed in carrying the grocery bags.

you’d think that with dee, logan and patton low-key being into food prepping and already having some food items stocked up as a result would make the errand easier, right?

wrong. just,,, wrong.

one has to stay in the car and the other has to stay on a queue outside the store in the cold, because only a person or two are allowed inside at a time.

and so many shelves are empty.

stores being stocked up at all times is a Lie, but it’s not necessarily the store’s fault - it’s people who are hoarding shit for themselves.

dee likes to have ginger tea but now there is no ginger because everyone suddenly likes ginger.

let us not talk about the absolutely terrifying scarcity of toilet paper.

you know what, fuck that, we have a bidet at home–

dee almost fights a woman who was about to hoard all of the remaining toilet paper for herself.

they end up having to go to different stores just so they can get everything on the items list they did.

they end up having to go at an open market (lmao, porta palazzo) just to get some fruits and veggies.

prices have been raised and they are about to scream.

at least they do find ginger.

what the fuck do you mean it’s 10 euros by kilogram, it’s not even bio–

you can bet that roman starts singing “l’inno di mameli” (technically called “il canto degli italiani” but literally no one calls it that) on the balcony and the whole neighborhood joins him. virgil accompanies him with the cello.

remus probably blasts “macarena” tbh and apparently everyone knows the lyrics perfectly.

roman makes one Very Dramatic Declaration of Boredom.

virgil, an introvert: tragic.

virgil is not complaining all that much, lbh.

roman: we can’t even go out for a fun walk :(((

virgil and his social anxiety: *cackling*

netflix marathons are now a daily occurrence lest someone dies from actual boredom.

patton can and will quite literally scream at the irresponsible people he sees just,,, doing absolutely Nothing outside. they are not walking their pets or going to work for the few that have to or coming back from grocery shopping, nothing ???

“STATEVENE A CASA!”

this is crack pls don’t take it seriously sdkjsdkj also all the sides are italian now apparently

[xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx]

Nerd - Gerard Way x Reader

Request: Hi! I miss you 💕💕 When you're back, could you write about Dallon or Gerard meeting a nerdy reader? She is out with friends, and sarcastically says sth like "yeah, 'cause a girl who daily references LotR, Doctor Who and other stuff is every guy's dream." He overhears, and starts: "Actually..." Thanks and have a lovely holiday ✨✨✨😉

Reader: female

Warnings: fandom references, many of them

Word count: 1 843

Even though it was one of the bars in town that was on the fancier side, people still dressed pretty normally. At least the guys did. But most of the females in the room were wearing skirts and dresses that seemed to be several numbers too small so short that you wondered how they sat down without the skirt riding up so far that too much skin was exposed. But maybe that was the whole point. You did not really know much about these things. The only thing that you knew was that people did not like it when you said that their skirts were shorter than those of the uniform dresses in Star Trek OS. So you kept that comment to yourself, while you pulled on the sleeves of your cropped “Wings of Freedom” jacket, the latest treasure in your collection of merchandise.

Going out with your friends was never as easy as you would have liked. They were, just like the other women in the bar, dressed in these terribly tight clothes, and you, dressed in a soft, fitting, dark shirt with a tiny TARDIS pattern, some skinny jeans, sneakers, said cropped jacket, and an Evening Star necklace, stood out like a torch in a dark forest.

You knew your friends did not mind. They had been out with you before, and they knew this was the fanciest you could dress for a relaxed night out. But you had been very aware of the stares from other people in the room, men and women alike.

“(Y/n),” one of your friends called over the small table on which the group was seated, trying to get your attention over the loud music that played on the dancefloor, “spotted anyone you like already?”

You grinned, knowing Grace would absolutely love to set you up. The beautiful girl had braided her curly black hair to the side, wore metallic green eyeliner and a matching dress that sparkled beautifully against her dark skin. You loved how easy it seemed for her to put herself out there, and sometimes you wondered if you could do that too, if you had more self-confidence. After all, the lack thereof was probably the main reason you were hiding behind your merchandise.

Trying to answer her question, your eyes skipped through the room, trying to find the man again who had drawn your attention to himself earlier. Now he was sitting at the bar, a strand of his almost shoulder long, raven black hair brushed behind his ear. He was sipping from what looked like a glass of water, in the other hand holding a pen, and fumbling around with it.

You nodded into the direction of the guy, very well aware that someone as attractive as him could directly look at you, and still not see you.

Grace turned her head, following your eyes, and nodded approvingly.

“He’s cute,” she stated.

You nodded, embarrassedly turning your eyes away.

“Wanna go and talk to him?”

“What? No, no way,” you quickly answered, looking up at her alarmed.

“Alright, alright, chill,” she laughed.

“Hey, would you like to dance?”

A man had approached Grace from behind, the third one this night. You wondered how some girls like Grace seemed to pull people in, while you always seemed to repulse them.

“Sorry, I’m not in the mood right now,” Grace answered friendly but firm, “Later maybe.”

The guy nodded and trotted off again.

“Should we go get some more drinks,” she asked you, motioning to you empty glass, “we could go talk to Mister Mysterious over there as well.”

You groaned.

“Come on, you know how that will go. No offence, but I don’t even have the splinter of a chance with you next to me. Not to mention, that a girl who daily references Lord of the Rings, Star Trek, Doctor Who and other stuff is every guy’s dream.”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head, wanting to add how you talking to that guy would never happen, when suddenly a voice sounded from behind of you.

“Well, actually…”

You turned around, more reflex than anything, and stared up into brilliant hazel eyes. It was the man who you had watched while he had been sitting at the bar, but the conversation with Grace had distracted you, so you had not noticed that he had gotten up. The strand of hair which had been brushed behind his ear had fallen into his face again, and the way he was fidgeting with the pen he was still holding gave away that he was somewhat nervous, which relieved you to a certain degree. Also the fact that he wore a washed out Star Wars t-shirt managed to settle some of your nerves right away.

The conversations around the table had died down, everybody expectantly watching the scene unfold. After all, it was the first time in all the nights they had been out with you, that someone had tried to chat you up.

Honestly, you were at a loss for words. You were not sure if that was because the man in front of you was just seriously beautiful, because all of a sudden you had been approached by someone, or if it was because he had basically said that a nerdy girl like you could be someone’s dream girl. But whatever the reason, you could not find an answer, or just anything to say really; so you sat there, somewhat helplessly, blinking up at him.

The man smiled slightly, apparently not minding your speechlessness.

“Your drink is empty, may I invite you for a new one?”

Before you could even answer, another friend next to you, Carol, encouragingly nudged you, tearing you out of the haze you momentarily been in.

“Oh, yes, that would be great,” you quickly answered, standing up from your chair.

“I’m Gerard, by the way,” he introduced himself, offering you his hand.

“(Y/n),” you replied.

He nodded thoughtfully.

“It fits you,” he decided, before suddenly blushing, realizing what he had said. “Shall we… get drinks?”

He lead you over to the bar, where he found two chairs for the two of you, before he asked what you would like to drink, ordering the same for himself as well.

“So… you are well acquainted with fan culture, I see,” he said, nodding to your clothes.

“Yes, I-“ nervously you reached for the Evening Star necklace, wrapping your fingers around it, “it’s like… I don’t really know, it’s like-“

“A protection from reality?”

You nodded, smiling shyly at Gerard’s comment.

“Yeah, exactly. Just, some worlds to feel safe in, you know, where heroes will always safe the day.”

“I totally feel you,” Gerard agreed, “you should have seen my locker in high school; it was a Lord-of-the-Rings-Star-Wars-Doctor-Who shrine.”

“I’d pay to see that,” you laughed, feeling the nervousness slowly melt away. Gerard seemed to understand you, seemed to get why these fictional worlds were so important to you.

“Fascinating,” he giggled at your response, making you crook your head.

“Was that Star Trek reference intentional,” you wondered, narrowing your eyes at him, making him laugh lightheartedly.

“Take an educated guess,” he challenged, nudging your knee with his.

“You’re a nerd,” you answered, rolling your eyes at him.

“Says the one with the TARDIS shirt,” he defended, laughing.

“Says the one with the two decades old Star Wars shirt,” you kept going, poking his chest.

“Okay, that is true,” Gerard gave in, giggling.

Just in that moment the bar tender brought over your drinks, and Gerard handed you one.

“May the force be with you,” you spoke, raising your glass for him to click his glass against yours.

“And may you live long and prosper,” he winked, gently bumping the glasses together.

The rest of the evening was filled with laughter and chatter about your favorite movies, a heated discussion about the best Star Wars Movie, anecdotes about building light sabers and Stormtrooper uniforms from when you were kids, and too many references to keep up with it (anything ranging from single word exclamations, to page long monologues).

It was well past midnight when both of you decided to call it a night. Your stomach hurt from laughing so much, and Gerard’s hair was completely disheveled from how often he had ran his fingers through it.

Both of you stepped outside into the cold night, and you wrapped your jacket, tighter around your body, feeling the napkin, on which two hours earlier Gerard had written his phone number and a doddle of himself, in your pocket press against your leg.

“So… will you call me,” he asked teasingly, but you noticed how important it was to him.

“I’ll think about it,” you grinned.

“Fantastic,” he nodded, obviously already excited.

“Yeah, yeah, alright doctor,” you laughed.

“Get home safe,” Gerard mumbled, giving you a quick hug that left you slightly blushing.

“You too, see you soon.”

Your flat was not far away, so you used the short walk to calm down from the exciting night. Gerard’s face was burned into your memories, and his giggles still rang in your ears as you walked down the dark streets.

A big illuminated display at the entrance of the cinema that was just down the street from your apartment pulled your attention to it.

“Late Night Showing of the Planet of the Apes”

A crazy idea came to your mind as you pulled out your phone and checked the time; the movie would start in ten minutes, this had to be the universe pulling a prank at you.

Without hesitation you pulled out the napkin, and dialed the numbers which Gerard had scribbled down for you.

“Gerard? It’s me, (y/n). Do you know the Starlight Cinema, five minutes away from the bar?”

Gerard on the other side of the line, agreed eagerly.

“Planet of the Apes in ten?”

“I’ll be there in five, don’t go in without me!”

You giggled at his excitement, hearing how he seemed to start hurrying while hanging up. This was crazy. But maybe you needed a bit of personal crazy in your life; you could not live vicariously through screen heroes forever.

And sure enough, five minutes after you had called him, Gerard came running down the street.

“You really waited,” he cheered, throwing his arm around your shoulder, as if you had known each other since forever. “I want popcorn and we need to share a big coke, but only one straw, so we can accidentally kiss, because you better believe that I won’t let you walk away without kissing you tonight. Because someone who calls me at half two in the morning for a late night showing of Planets of the Apes can’t just walk away like that from me.”

You laughed at his rambling, blushing at his words, but being pretty sure that you would not mind such a kiss. He held the door open for you to slip into the building.

“Okay,” you agreed, “but first we need to buy the tickets, dork.”

“I know, nerd.”

[melancholicvampires]

This time it cant be the potatoes fault cause Im at work and dont have any here. Anyway. How would they react would sth bad (death probably) happen to their loved one? :)

Some are connected to the bad end post. You'll know which ones.

Amalia|Carmilla:

Amalia: she saw many people die in her life, due to illness. It always ached her heart, although less over time after she became accustomed to it. But seeing the expressionless eyes and lifeless body of Carmilla was worse than any other death, she,‘s seen. Whatever small sign of life there is, she'd check repeatedly, be it pulse, heartbeat or breath, even small whispers she tries to hear. It’s give her heart pain, like a dagger stabs it again and again. If only she could do something with all her knowledge about medicine and healing. The years of experience and success vain from her mind, instead it’s like she has failed, failed herself and the one she loved the most.

Carmilla: can’t believe what has happened until she sees the blood spreading out around Amalia's now motionless body and the blood on her hands. A moment of shock and guilt feels like it lies heavy on her back about to break her. There should be tears, but none came. Her emotions and mind went numb. She can’t cry now. She’s not justified to grief and let tears stain the face of the body in front of her. It wouldn’t have happened if there wasn’t that murderer, that repulsive coward from years ago. If he hadn’t intervened with her life, none of that would have happened. It’s not her fault. All she has to do now is to kill him. The dirty steps she has to undertake don‘t mean anything, if she can revenge the deaths of the ones she loved.

Célestin|Enzio:

Célestin: he hates it. Seeing the people he loved suffer and die. Usually he hasn’t been long enough with someone to see them die, but it happened before due to illness. He never he'd see Enzio befall the same. The person, who meant everything to him, died. The immortality he used to be so proud of, seemed like a curse now. He continues living, while Enzio dies young and with an unfulfilled life, never realising the goals he has set for himself. Célestin has done more mistakes than he can count and Enzio never has done anything wrong. Célestin would trade every single drop of his immortality, so that Enzio can live on.

Enzio: when he hears what has happened to Célestin he can’t accept it. He always said, he would never die. It's simply something that could never happen to him. Not only is he immortal, but also to smart to get killed. Hundreds of questions arise in Enzio’s mind. How could he die? Why did this happen? Should he have been there, when Célestin went away? Should he have hold him back, when he went away? Should he have responded to the letters Célestin sent? Should he have tried better to stay together with him? Was it all his fault? The others tell him not to blame himself, but ugly thoughts spread fast and manifest eventually. He can’t stop blaming himself, being guilty of the death of someone he once loved.

Valère|Gwen:

Valère: Seeing her body sacking in his arms, felt almost unreal. It happened so quick, he didn’t even notice or could react. He always had a certain fear, something could happen to Gwen. He thought if he wouldn’t let show or stayed quiet that he loved her, when he's nearby Arsène or that he'd notice if Arsène was planning something. It was his own carelessness that killed her and she had to pay the price for his naivety. Something that can’t be forgiven or reversed. He doesn’t want to lose her too.

Gwen: death always seemed like it had a certain beauty to it. The forest claimed what was dead to be reborn. But what once fascinated her, seemed ugly now. Valère won’t be reborn, but instead never return. She'll never hear his calm voice and soft laugh, feel his cold hands or see the smile she loved so much. Now he appeared to sleep peacefully. Wet tears rolled down her cheeks. She just wanted him to open his eyes again.

[llamacrabz]

Tag Meme

I was tagged by @its-nikki-bitch thank you so much!

Rules: Answer question given to you, then write 11 questions of your own and tag 11 people to answer them.

1 WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU BOUGHT?

A snack, sth with chocolate

2 HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF IN ONE SENTENCE?

Ummm... Pathetic gay creep with universe instead of soul who just want the world to be a better place for everyone, is too fucking sensitive with low self-esteem, has the ability to draw and screw everything up.

3 DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT?

Maybe. It depends... But how can you fall in love with someone you know nothing about

4 IF YOU COULD INVENT A HOLIDAY, WHAT WOULD IT BE?

I would call it "Lights Off" and it'd last, I dunno 48 hours? Okay, so, for 48 hours NO ONE would be allowed to use light. Want light - only candles. We would just do nothing and look at the night sky, do you have any idea how beautiful it'd be? And it'd be darker, we'd sleep better + it'd be a little break for Earth! (well, I wouldn't sleep at all, I'd rather look at the stars) It would be better without using electricity at all but for some things it's just impossible.

5 THE WEIRDEST DREAM YOU'VE EVER HAD?

Oh damn, all my dreams are weird. And they're too long to even try to explain one of them here but... I remember I had a dream some time ago where I died and I was just observing people who I knew when I was alive.

6 WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST CONCERN ABOUT THE FUTURE?

I'm scared that I'll screw up everything, end up homeless, alone and forgotten.

7 FAVORITE SEASON?

(I swear I wanted to ask "of which show?"😂)Okay, my fav season is autumn because it's beautiful, not hot af and not cold af. I like winter too.

8 WOULD YOU WANT TO KNOW WHEN YOU'LL DIE?

Nah, what for? I would be just more stressed and I'd probably try to change it.

9 DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?

I have a fish (well, it's my mom's fish tbh but whatever)

10 ARE YOU A CLEAN OR A MESSY PERSON?

Both, it depends

11 WHAT QUALITY ABOUT YOURSELF DO YOU VALUE THE MOST?

Uhhh... I dunno

Okay, I'm tagging these folks → @castiel-saved-me-from-myself @iknowtheydont @sexy-psycho-killer @s-kaye-h to answer these questions ↓↓↓↓

If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be?

Where do you imagine yourself in 20 years?

What would you choose : the ability to speak every language or the ability to play every musical instrument? (whatever you choose, you get singing as a gift)

What was the stupidest thing you've ever done?

How many stuffed animals and/or pillows do you sleep with?

Imagine : you won 10 million dollars. What will you do with the money?

Celebrity you hate? Why?

It's late at night, you're home alone and hear weird noises. What will you do?

Where do you want to live when you'll be old?

If you could change one thing in your life, what would that be?

Ukulele or saxophone?

[hogsteeth-archive]

alright then i answered one of them oc questions things for both versions of ira bc like. why wouldnt i. first answer is 1976 58y/o rhodesian ira, second answer is 201x 16y/o houstonian ira. i just wanted to figure out how different they really are. questions from here. if readmores still dont work on mobile im sorry lmao

what are some things they have strong opinions about?

he has sort of a cioranian attitude to the value of life, like, hes one of them “theres always reason to kill a man, theres no way to justify his living” types. he doesnt believe in nationalism per se but he does believe in war, hes literally a mercenary, and hed probably get along just fine with someone like mike hoare, but hes not one for unnecessary cruelty. hes kind to who he considers innocent. if he was alive today i can see him getting grouped w/ like, anti-natalists, right-wing “primitivists,” people who browse /fo/, people who think theyll thrive in the post-apocalypse even though they cant even spin yarn, people who dont understand fallout, you know, those types, but i like to think his attitude wrt civ is closer to perlmans or, well, mine. its a good thing he doesnt live in internet times. he thinks technology makes people complacent and weak and hes fallen into the trap of the “noble savage” myth; sign of the times. he could just as easily live off the grid in like, alberta, but he chose to stay in southern africa bc of his colonial attitudes & fetishization of the “less developed.” (sidenote, if youre like, new here n reading this for some reason, yea i write like really really bad characters were talking irredeemably evil here, just like, know that im aware of that.) also he detests hippies for both bad and good reasons ⸻ not much, really, hes an opportunist, a hedonist, hes selfish, goes w/ the flow. he thinks denying yourself pleasure for no reason is microfascism — not in those words — and while he doesnt think that selfishness leads to a bettering of overall society, hes no randian, he feels justified in what he does. hes uh, a mercenary in spirit and ive always intended to have him join the marines n later work for a pmc but were nowhere near there yet

what traits do they like in other people? what traits do they not like?

he likes people (men, that is) that are exactly like him. he likes Narrator bc hes just as quiet, as patient, as stubborn, as antisocial (using that the right way here, i like, know about psychology), as violent, as old-timey-ly masculine as he is. he can tolerate clade (his former accountant) bc she keeps to herself and shes loyal to a fault, but he doesnt go out of his way to like, actually talk to her. he likes will bc he reminds him of what he was like as a child living with his matabele mother. ⸻ he hates everything he perceives as weakness, but hes not all that open about that, i think hes not even 100% aware thats what it is. he needs to be talked back to. he lacks compassion, doesnt know how to deal w/ anyone whos less resilient and abrasive than himself.

do they have a significant other? if so, who?

i mean, theres Narrator — thats kinda what this whole thing is about. but theyll never think of each other that way. its complicated. theyre uh… closer to being marlow and kurtz than to being boyfriends. idk how to explain it. its bad. ⸻ hes fake-dating millah for appearances and secretly seeing jack, im not sure about the details either so im not getting into that, but hes eventually gonna meet will; ive written their first encounter like ten different ways and i still dont really know what i wanna do w/ them........ also Complicated

whats their friend group like? what role do they play (leader, mom friend, etc.)?

he lives in a hut he built w/ his bare hands on the edge of the kalahari. his friends are one horse and one vaalboskat. ⸻ he uses his friends but they use him too. hes reasonably popular bc hes athletic n wealthy, but i think the only one of his friends who really truly sees thru his act is millah, and bc he doesnt take her seriously as a threat, she has more control over him than he realizes.

do they care about their physical appearance? whats their routine like?

nah ⸻ not really. he showers too often and his hairs kinda dry but other than that hes like. Normal. idk i dont care about these things

do they have any physical or mental disabilities?

i dont think so ⸻ he has adhd

what would they die for? kill for?

oh hes not picky. he joined the military at 17, hes made peace w/ the prospect of dying. hes been more uncomfortable w/ the thought of growing old, actually. and again, hes literally a mercenary. not a big deal to him. ⸻ i dont think hes selfless enough to die for anyone. hed kill to protect the people he cares about, but thats more just bc hes possessive. im sure thats gonna come up eventually. i cant really write shit w/o weaving murder in somewhere.

do they have any magical powers or abilities? if its a realistic world, what religion do they follow?

absolutely the fuck not i hate magic. hes not religious, actually feels a little intimidated by religion. in one version of his story he spends his 50s on east nusa tenggara where he doesnt live far from a church, and he makes peace w/ the concept of god thanks to the influence of catholic-raised Narrator, but i doubt hell ever actually step foot into a church, or temple, or mosque, or what-have-you. hes internalized some things during his upbringing though that he doesnt classify as religious. little superstitions. he likes to keep objects that may be used for divination around his house, but he never touches them. ⸻ not religious, but if he had to pick, like to pretend, hed say baptist.

do they celebrate any holidays? how do they celebrate?

nah ⸻ like, the regular american ones. hell welcome any excuse to drink and to socialize, and id say his favorite holiday is the 4th of july, really just bc he likes warm weather and theres not a lot else you can celebrate in the middle of summer. hes not attached to the significance of any holidays. hes not crazy about christmas but he likes his family well enough and hell go along w/ it all, just to have sth to do. hes not good w/ time off.

if they were the protagonist in any book series, what series would they choose? alternatively: what would be their favorite book?

he doesnt really read but hed feel right at home inside heart of darkness or maybe the thin red line. or maybe sth by mccarthy ⸻ hes 16 he hasnt read jack shit. i wanna say deleuze would probably resonate w/ him bc hes a total self-insert but i really dont know. i try to keep the intertextuality way low bc i hate that shit in most fiction, so like, i try not to think too much about other books here

do they have any vices?

uh he drinks and he occasionally smokes opium but compared to most of my characters hes pretty okay wrt that ⸻ yea like… all of them. already said hes a hedonist make of that what u will

do they play any instruments?

nope ⸻ violin but he hasnt been practicing a lot lately

what would their favorite ride at an amusement park be?

hes never been to one ⸻ i feel like hed be into sth really lame… like you know that video by jenny nicholson, top ten lame things to do at disney world? sth like that. like hed go just to get a specific food item or to admire the infrastructure

what animal would they say best represents them?

hyena 100%. the spotted kind. id say tortoise also but hed find that insulting ⸻ id say hyena but hed be reluctant to answer that bc hes a Youth and he knows what a furry is

how do they act when theyre drunk?

vulnerable. little more talkative. he talks to himself (or the cat, rather) sometimes ⸻ more abrasive/tactless/impulsive. he talks w/ his whole body and feels like moving/running bc, again, self-insert

which era of history would they most like to live in?

the old west, like early to mid-19th century, maybe late 18th. that or like the really olden days, like mid-paleolithic ⸻ idk maybe like ten or twenty years earlier. i think he fits the 21st century pretty well. hes a curious person though and if he had a time machine hed go Everywhere at least once

whats their favorite food?

ah thats. complicated actually i have a whole list of foods that remind me of Narrator but ive never gotten around to making one for ira. hm. he likes poultry, like ostrich. white fish. dry/salty foods. sour fruit. breadfruit. fatty dark meats, blood sausage. hes not picky though, hell live on pap and water if he has to. ⸻ i genuinely dont know. im not used to the contemporary western setting yet like… pop tarts exist in the same world as he does and im not comfortable w/ that yet. like, branded food articles wrapped in plastic. thats so weird to me. i guess he likes (american) pizza w/ greens on it, like spinach? and seafood. sour candies, maybe, i dont think he has much of a sweet tooth. he puts salt n butter on potatoes and cottage cheese on pancakes.

what songs remind you of them?

conveniently theres a whole playlist rite here

whats their favorite season and why?

dry season. he doesnt like cloudy/foggy weather bc it makes him feel trapped when he cant see as far. ⸻ summer. i honest to god think people liking cold weather is a conspiracy like im not sure thats even biologically possible. like summer is the obvious answer here

which d&d class would they play as?

nah we dont do nerd shit round these parts

whats their favorite expletive?

he like, barely talks ⸻ nothin weird thats for sure, we campaign for simple straight-forward language in this house. having a Favorite is inherently at odds w/ that. bad question

whats their favorite candle scent?

no scented candles in the desert ⸻ sth fruity but not sweet, like mixed berries, sth red or purple

how do they feel about death?

he doesnt ⸻ hed feel cheated by life if he died young. he has a lot to see and do and itd like, bum him out not to get to do that but hes not afraid of death

do they collect anything? whats their most prized possession?

he lives pretty austerely but he does keep little rocks and gems and bones and pieces of wood n such. also coins from all the countries hes been to bc hes a simple old man. i wanna say his most prized possession is his hogs tooth bc he does value the marines a lot still. its where he first met Narrator :-) ⸻ he really appreciates gifts people give him, things that remind him of people. jack carved him an eagle once

do they play any sports?

no ⸻ nothing too organized. i dont think hes on any school teams bc idk if he has the time but that might change. he does run/hunt/fish/shoot

what one place do they really want to visit and why?

he likes deserts, wide open spaces. hes been to the kalahari n namib but not the gobi/sahara/simpson etc, so, those. no ice deserts though those scare him ⸻ polynesia/southeast asia, just tropical places in general. bc theyre nice what do you want me to tell you. tropics good

what languages do they speak?

northern ndebele, afrikaans, english (w/ various influences), some vietnamese ⸻ english, some cajun french, some spanish

what are some items they always carry? what weapon do they favor using if they exist in a world where weapons are necessary?

hes got his fal obviously and he does always carry a knife, just to be safe. more out of habit than actual necessity (not to imply rural areas were safe in the late 70s, but he lives in the literal wilderness, hes not much of a target. stays away from roads and all that.) ⸻ man hes really not as classy as i want him to be :/ he probably has like, a glock 17 w/ ten thousand pointless modifications n some uglyass stipling pattern. hes a little bit paranoid + irresponsible n carries all kinds of shit he doesnt need, mostly way too much cash

which emoji would they use the most?

no ⸻ he doesnt have a phone, hell maybe use a burner if he has to. this is an anti-phone household

what fantasy race would they be? if they already are one, pick a different one.

absolutely not

do they want to start a family? if they already have one, describe it.

no ⸻ no

what stereotypical high school clique would they fit into?

hed swing between the jrotc kids n the stoners honestly, but still mostly keep to himself ⸻ hes like, too much of a jock for the Delinquents, too much of a Delinquent for the jocks. hes really only popular bc hes rich-ish n blessed w/ good looks, and by association w/ millah

whats one thing that they dont need do they waste the most money on?

he doesnt ⸻ everything. hes really wasteful. he buys more food than he can eat, clothes he never wears, etc etc, hes terrible

what kind of shoes do they wear?

combat boots or just traditional sandals. the terrain around his house is mostly grass and flat boulders so he goes barefoot a lot ⸻ regular tennis shoes, nothin too fashionable bc he cant be bothered to keep up w/ trends, but usually clean n new. hiking boots when hes not w/ his regular friend group

do they believe in ghosts, aliens, and the occult in general?

really dont like how aliens are always grouped in w/ esoteric shit bc like, thats like asking if you believe in atoms honestly. no shit “aliens” exist thats like not up for debate. both iræ would agree w/ me here. 70s ira doesnt believe in like, Ghosts per se, but he has some vague concept of spirits that he got from his mother. he sees/feels them when hes half asleep. ⸻ 2010s ira doesnt believe in jack shit

which deadly sin do they most correspond to? which heavenly virtue?

nooo cardinal sins dont work that way theyre not hogwarts houses. its so much more complicated than that thats impossible

if you had to choose one tarot card to represent them, what would it be?

hmmm four of swords? knight of coins? eight of cups? this is hard ⸻ seven of swords? nine of cups? the devil? i dont know

what do they consider to be their best quality? what actually is their best quality?

his strength, which is really just his callousness and lack of convictions. and uh. i guess his independence ⸻ same here for the first part. and. maybe his loyalty? i dont consider loyalty a good thing personally idk

what do they consider to be their worst quality? what actually is their worst quality?

his lack of social skills maybe? he doesnt need them too often of course but like, the first time Narrator showed up at his doorstep he was genuinely nervous and that did fill him w/ some semblance of shame and in his eyes he should be good at everything, so like. that. really its his lack of conviction and his timidness/avoidance of the world ⸻ his dependence on others/lack of discipline. really its his lack of compassion, like, obviously

[dadhakyeon-blog]

B ro to the baekhyun thingy was so cute thank you so much!!!! Can you pls write me sth with Chanyeol picking up his trans bf from a long day at school? And his bf is really sleepy and they walk to his house together and take a nap? I'm so soft for chanyeol rn, idk what happened.. Your writing is great!!! And I hope it's okay that I'm requesting more 💐💐

And Chanyeol brings him hot chocolate to school when he picks him up?? I’m so softttt

Did I mention that it’s cold when he picks him up?? And his bf is like.. average height which makes him small cause,, as you know chanyeol is really HECKING tall.. I’m so soft omg can you make it a little bit longer than usual? Like the junmyeon thingy you did some time ago? They one where you forgot a detail and added it later.. thank you so much!!!!

yEET this is what i live for! 

also sorry this is a little late i kept getting hung up and wanted to write more and more but didn’t know how :[]

-ok bruh so chanyeol and you go to different schools but it’s okay because his school is just a twenty minute walk from yours 

-and! your school is on the way home to his house so there’s really no reason for you two not to see each other after school 

-especially because he follows you like a puppy 

-but anyways it’s one of the first winter days of the season! there was some light snow on the ground in the morning and it just stays cold all day 

-and while you’re waiting for chanyeol at the front of your school you just have to hope and pray he doesn’t slip on some ice and break his neck 

-last winter he fell and bruised his coccyx 

-and every single person you two met knew about it because he loved to say the word coccyx

-and you really really don’t need a repeat of that

-so you’re just like. freezing your ass off in front of your school while you wait for chanyeol and you’re seriously regretting not waiting for him inside

-but the school is one of those gated ones and it would be hard for chanyeol to find the building you would wait in 

-so you guess you kinda just have to sit in the cold 

-besides he’s probably almost there because your school ends ten minutes after his does and he really hustles over to see you 

-sure enough! there he is! your boy! 

-he’s a little out of breath when he reaches you and his cheeks and ears are so pink from the cold 

-and his hair is all messed up from the wind but his eyes are so bright and happy 

-he really likes the cold weather you almost forgot! 

-so he quickly takes your hands in his because like. that kid’s a space heater and his hands are so warm 

-and you say your hellos and give each other those gross gay couple pecks on the cheeks before you start moving 

-and then you’re off! 

-chanyeol’s house isn’t that far of a walk but it sure does feel like it when the weather is like this 

-and you kindof long for warm coffee when you two pass by a bunch of different coffee shops but alas... you two are poor students and your wallets are both pretty empty 

-chanyeol’s house is like a sauna when you two arrive 

-like his mother doesn’t do air conditioning in the summer but she sure does heating in the winter 

-so you’re utterly unprepared and have to borrow one of chanyeol’s t-shirts 

-which both of you are pretty happy about 

-so yeah his fam isn’t home but that’s okay because they trust you two (and trust you especially not to let chanyeol burn the house down while they’re gone) 

-and chanyeol searches through the cabinets forever until he finds it! hot cocoa! 

-so you’ve got the water on the stove in almost an instant and both eagerly watch it 

-yeah yeah a watched pot never boils but with the way you two are staring at it you might make it combust with your combined laser vision 

-chanyeol puts like two packets in each of your mugs and you think you’re both going to die of sugar overdose but hey it’s the first day of hot cocoa season you gotta go big 

-and besides it’s super chocolatey and good that way 

-so chanyeol goes in for a cheers but you’re unaware 

-and he ends up spilling all over your shirt and shIT he feels like a criminal how could he do this to you what if he burned you 

-but it’s chill because your binder got most of it anyways and you’ll just have to wash it now so it doesn’t stain 

-it truthfully makes you a little nervous because you don’t usually take off your binder in front of like, anyone 

-but it’s chanyeol! he loves you no matter what you know this 

-so you just change into yet another of his t-shirts and try and help him figure out his washing machine 

-dumb boi still has his mother doing the laundry for him 

-and of course what do you do after you drink some sweet delicious hot cocoa? you snuggle 

-that’s pretty much the rules 

-and it’s still pretty hot and stuffy in chanyeol’s room but you get under the covers anyways 

-and chanyeol just latches onto you with all four limbs because he’s that kind of guy 

-and you two just trade stories in quiet voices about your days and how you’re doing 

-and it’s really really nice just to feel chanyeol’s voice when he talks and have him so close to you 

-it also has the effect of making you hella sleepy too 

-but chanyeol’s looking the same way and it’s pretty quickly that conversation dies down 

-and even chanyeol’s hand that had been holding yours starts to go a little slack while you two doze off 

-everything is so warm and bright and happy in chanyeol’s tiny little room

[jeonjeonyourwayhere]

Youtuber!BTS AU (1 of 7) - Taehyung

So i wanted to start writing more but i’m going through a weird writer’s block

like i cant really write in proper paragraphs but ideas are filling my head constantly

but point form works great

also, i really wanted to make moodboards more because they’re loads of fun heh

anyway so here goes

Taehyung would be a very independent content creator like he doesn’t give a shit about the trends on social media and refuses to cave into popular demands

he only does what HE WANTS like strictly, he needs to enjoy the content he puts out

he once tried doing a challenge video like maybe the smoothie challenge

(i really like that challenge btw it’s funny heh)

but as he was filming it he just wasn't feeling it

so that’s how he ended up dragging Yoongi into filming the video with him and like changing it up making it more intense (or gross)

Yoongi hates him for it of course

not for long because tae is his baby and a younger brother he could never stay angry at for long but we’ll know more about yoongi in another post

Taehyung starts off his youtube channel with challenge videos but eventually deviates from it after he realizes his passion for prank videos (and occasionally gaming videos with Jungkook)

with the occasional aesthetic vlogs when he takes his periodic trips with Jungkook

Jungkook likes dragging him to Japan because that’s the heart and soul of Anime and Jungkook could never resist

but that’s also a story for another day

So Tae does daily vlogs during those trips and those videos would have transitions so damn smooth like a baby’s bottom and the scenery would be so beautiful especially with the filters he would use

Taehyung actually has a very good eye for matching color schemes and aesthetics

He also has pretty good luck with seasons as Jungkook tends to bring him to Japan when each season was at it’s peak

but he doesn't do those videos often because the inner perfectionist would chide him constantly and he’d end up abandoning the project because he just! cant! do! it! justice!

so sometimes his viewers end up a little confused with his posts because one day it could be

STUFFED HOT CHILLI PEPPERS DOWN MY PANTS!!! *not clickbait*

and the next week would be “Travelogue Day 01: Cherry Blossoms!”

But his content is always 300%

and he also refuses to create separate channels to separate his prank content and aesthetic content

“i’m too lazy ok i don’t want to keep logging in and out of both accounts”

(same tae same)

so one day he’s out filming a prank video with Jimin where he goes up to random strangers and asks them for directions or sth

and Jimin comes up from behind carrying a packet of fake (but pretty realistic) knives

and oh! accidentally bumps and drops the knives on taehyung’s wrists

and BLOOD OH THE GORE but really it’s raspberry puree

you were his 4th target of the day and he’d come up randomly to you asking you for directions to the subway station

and you’d seen Jimin coming towards you both looking all casual like he’d just done shopping

and as Jimin “trips” and empties his knives on Taehyung

You pushed Taehyung away and screamed as your hands went out reflexively to grab the knives

but WOW! MAGIC! the knives weren’t real

Jimin was left shook

And Taehyung wasn’t sure how a stranger he’d just met would push him away from danger and risk themselves instead

So you were left there for a second, kinda confused as to why you weren’t bleeding the fuck out until Taehyung comes up to you and is like

hey there!!! are you ok!!!

i was doing a prank video and I'm a youtuber

but you’re really cool!!!!!

like how the heck would u just push me aside and do that???

Then you snap out of it and you’re like IM OKAY IM FINE IM NOT BLEEDING

and honestly Tae finds you the most adorable thing eVER

and you look at his face properly for the first time and you’re like fUCK bOi hE’s cUtE

like really fucking cute

but you also recognize him after like 10 seconds of staring straight at his face

and you’re like HEY UR TAEHYUNG

and he’s like YEA DAS ME

Jimin this whole time is just staring between both of you like whAT

then Tae goes on to ask you if it were okay for him to leave the clip of you in his video like what you did was super cool and he really wanted to keep it in

you were a blushing and fumbling over yourself and like yE IM COOL

and he just hugs you once and grins his boxy smile and goes on his way while pulling Jimin away with him

you pull yourself together and go on your own way too

but i mean

you were a tad bit OK A LOT BIT sad that you couldn’t get to talk to him more or sth

but oh well what could you do right? pretty boy probably has a country of girls after his ass

on the other hand, as Tae is re-looking through the footage back at his place in his swivel chair and chewing on marshmallows

jimin stares

“what?”

“tae…did you just what me?”

“um…yeah”

“DID YOU NOT SEE THE WAY THAT GIRL SAVED YOUR ASS i mean it was fake knives but”

“She was amazing like yO i’ve never seen such a quick reflex and she was really pretty and-“

“and you didn’t get her name or number or anythin-”

“OH MY GOD YOU’RE RIGHT”

so Tae goes on a little panic spree and he like totally regrets just skipping over talking to you and stuff

like he was so ecstatic over the fact that someone actually reacted completely differently during his pranks and like he wanted to edit the video you know

like pronto

“needa put out that quality content in 0.5!!!”

so he starts pacing in his apartment and he’s like wHAT DO I DO

Jimin kinda slaps him over the forehead and is like brO YOU HAVE FOOTAGE JUST USE IT

Tae kinda realises how much of an idiot he is and gets to work immediately

6 hours later and it’s like 2am and his editing table is filled with caffeinated products and his hair is in a mess that kinda defied gravity and was pointed all upwards

his eyes were bloodshot from staring at the screen constantly but he was ay okay!!!

because he finally completed the video and he was gonna find you!!!!!

so how does he actually find you? he doesn't

you kinda find him

one day you wake up and your best friend was blowing up your phone

so you shift your way out of your blanket burrito and rub your eyes clear and all you see is 21038364213 links to the same damn video on youtube

like

BITCH

WAKE UP

AKLDNIUABSK

WAKE THE FUCK UP

PRETTY BOI IS LOOKING FOR YOUR ASS

LINK

LINK

LINK

yeah you get the point

so you’re like half asleep and all hazy in the head after studying the whole night away

you finally come online and your friend is like “FINALLY BITCH” and you ignore her and proceed to click on the link and it redirects you to youtube

and WEW it’s a certain someone’s channel!!!

Video Title: SOMEONE SAVED MY LIFE!!!!

of course, taehyung would use those obnoxious titles

so you’re like ok go on and you press play

and his intro song plays and it goes right into the prank video where he introduces what he’s going to do and what’s gonna happen

then right after the 3rd person’s reaction, the screen blanks

you blink once

and pretty boy’s face pops up on screen!!!!!

“Hey guys!! So like what you’re about to see is pretty damn amazing and this girl right in that video, I kinda need help to find her”

“So please, like PLEASE start blowing up her phone if you happen to know her and let her know that I’m looking for her!”

“If you’re the person I’m looking for then PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE come contact me on any social media you want, I’m not picky!!”

He grins once more and it goes right back into the prank reactions and wew there’s you!!!

You’re rubbing your eyes more violently this time and you see the footage of taehyung approaching you and jimin comes from behind

then there’s your heroic act of protecting the boy who was still a stranger to you at that point in time

the screen shifts back and taehyung appears once more

“this girl was SO amazing like yO her reflexes!!!!! Keep an eye out for this girl and blow her phone up if you find her for me! Stay cool and peace out!”

Then he does his signature V sign with his fingers and his outro plays

you almost drop your phone but immediately snatch it back and go straight to dialing your friend’s number

it was an emergency and you needed immediate consultation on how to approach the situation at hand like HOW DO YOU CONTACT HIM? WHERE DO YOU CONTACT HIM? WHAT DO YOU SAY?

“CUT IT OUT, JUST SLIDE STRAIGHT INTO HIS DMS”

you do end up heading onto twitter, searching up his account and hesitantly clicking on the message button

you start typing a bunch of greeting messages but backspace is your best friend and you don't know how to start

“hey! it’s me!” NOPE

“greetings taehyung” NOPE

“it is I! Y/N!” Hell to the fucking no

so you end up just going with “boo”

and it’s almost an instantaneous reply where he goes “IS THIS YOU”

and you go “ye”

“DIS YOU?”

“ye dis me”

Taehyung swtiches to your profile in the meantime and ignores all the mentions he’s getting from his viewers (they all link you to him btw like jesus tae your followers are great stalkers)

he looks at your profile picture and it’s definitely you in an oversized grey hoodie with totoro ears and you’re absolutely snuggable

so you guys eventually meet up at a cafe that happens to be round the corner down your block and he’s already there legs crossed on his chair

you both happen to wear oversized hoodies and you both looked absolutely adorable and comfy

he buys you a drink and you both end up chatting for hours getting all jittery from cups of coffee and it starts raining and it gets all cold and it’s just gREAT

you guys continue texting for the next couple of weeks and y'all head to more cafes to hit up that caffeine

then one night Taehyung just NEEDS you to come over to his place and this sounds too quick but don't jump all ahead and hear me out

he calls you while you’re like halfway through one of his random videos

“how would you feel about playing a round of mario kart with me? your defeat shall go straight up onto my youtube channel for all to watch”

“prepare your ass for your own defeat”

“HOOOO you’re gonna regret that”

So you throw on some clothes that are somewhat presentable but still screaming “i cant be bothered”

he invites you in immediately and you guys charge straight towards the tv and grab your controllers and it’s really natural like you’ve been talking for maybe 2 months and you’re really comfy around each other and it’s great

you do end up beating his ass in mario kart

tho he gets back at you in the next round

He did film the entire night so you weren’t surprised that his workaholic ass churned out a 20 minute long video in just 5 hours of editing

“you need to cut down on caffeine tae”

“yes indeed i do”

he posted the video that night and when you woke up the next day, you were honestly expecting death threats from his fans

yes there were a few, like this world isn’t that nice sweetie

but what surprised you was the sudden surge of shippers that flocked to both your social media and tae’s

(not that you were unhappy, it was quite the opposite in fact)

they started labelling you as TAEBAE

because yknow

Tae’s Bae

Then that morning, you receive a message from Tae

“TAEBAE, HOW DOES A TRIP TO THE ZOO SOUND?????”

“Tae????”

“YES”

“What’s with the taebae”

“DAT YOUUUUUU and i’m almost outside your place so you’re coming to the zoo whether you like it or not”

“wHAT”

your first date ends up to be at the zoo and at that point you weren’t even aware that it was a first date like tae is a little fast-paced but you catch up real quick

you guys are terrible at planning so once you get there

you buy hotdogs and slushies and head towards the animal enclosure in a zigzag fashion across the entire zoo

one moment you’re watching the lions lie on their bellies and the next moment tae is giggling over butterflies landing on your head as you walk through the butterfly enclosure

dont forget that tae vlogs the entire day on his gopro

halfway through the day, tae finally grabs a map and finds out that there’s one last animal show and you both race towards it

only to get front seats at the aquatic animal performance

“TAE I ONLY HAVE THIS SET OF CLOTHES”

“SO DO I HEHEHEHHEHHEHEEHHEHE”

you guys get swamped with water but you both cheer at the seal’s performance because it’s a seal and it’s beautiful!!!!!!!!!

But it’s honestly the best date you’ve ever had considering your history with guys like not many of them even knew basic respect

you guys continue running the entire day making it to every enclosure and re-naming every animal

like the lion is richard, tiger is damien, giraffe is steve and ur fave was felicia the butterfly

at the end of it all, your legs were falling off and tae was practically dragging you back out the exit

you and tae end up going to the nearest drive-through and getting burgers before parking at the nearest outdoor carpark and just camping in the car and chilling with food

tae definitely drags you for getting the typical cheeseburger but you stand by your choices in life

it gets a little late and it’s around midnight already but you never want the day to end but you still don’t really know what you are to tae

“Tae, what’s going on?”

“What are you yapping about”

“Like, seriously, what are we?”

Tae goes on an entire monologue about how he was sure he’d hear this question sooner or later and he hops out of the car and rounds to the back and opens the trunk

the car wobbles a little as he grabs whatever he needs from the back and makes his way back to the driver’s seat again

he knocks on the window and gestures for you to head out to the back with him which you follow with the raise of an eyebrow

he gestures to the trunk and when you get back there you kinda just gasp like really loudly and stare at the box that sits right in the middle of the trunk and you don't know what to do

“go on, go grab it”

you freeze once more before going for it and touching the smooth surface

you’d recognize it anywhere

it was the latest nintendo wii and you knew it cost a bomb

“but wHY”

“because my girl needs to train up on mario kart so we can trash Jin at it”

“g-g-girl?”

“hell yeah baby”

and you leap into his arms

not because he got you a new game console with a pile of mario games

but because you really loved the boy in your arms

it didn't take long for him to creep into your heart and he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon :-)

AND IM DONE

[captain-flint]

do you know if there's any canon info on the characters' ages in BS, or maybe have any thoughts/headcanons about it? also, do you know anything about the timeline of the show, like how much time has passed since the beginning? love your blog by the way!

thank you :)) 

ermm i can’t remember if anyone’s age has been confirmed in the show besides abigail’s who is 15 when s2 takes place. 

let’s see:

eleanor - she was 13 when she first saw vane and 17 when she got together with him and conspired against teach to get him off the island. teach was gone for 8 years so that would make eleanor 25 

madi - younger than eleanor (confirmed by madi herself), probably by a year or two. 

silver - we have no idea (yet), but i’d say he’s in his late 20s or early 30s

billy - we know his backstory, but we don’t know at what age he’d been kidnapped by the press gangs. we know they had him for 3 years, after which he joined flint’s crew. assuming he was a teenager or a young adult when he got kidnapped, that would mean he’s either in his late 20s or early 30s now. my guess is the former 

flint - his age is also unknown, but i’d say he was in his mid 30s when he was in the navy so mid 40s now (give or take a few years)

max - absolutely no idea. i’d say maybe mid 20s like eleanor?? 

anne - she was 13 when jack saved her. (edit:) according to toby schmitz’s comic book this happened in 1705 which means anne is 23 now

jack - he was 13 when he took over his father’s job so that means he’s older than anne. in his early 30s perhaps. 

vane - no info on him either besides that he was ‘young’ when he and eleanor took down teach. i’d still say he’s a lot older than eleanor, somewhere in his early/mid 30s

thomas and miranda - i think thomas was either the same age or a year or two younger than james and miranda in her late 30s when she died

as for the timeline:

it’s a bit askew and it isn’t confirmed how much time has passed since the beginning, but according to the events and the weather seasons i think the whole story takes place in about half a year. let’s break it down: 

- the story began sometime at the end of may/beginning of june in 1715. 202 takes place on june 13th 1715 (according to silver) and the events before that all took place within a few weeks. after the urca fail flint comes back to nassau a day or two later and the events of s2 all take place within one week. i think all of s1 and 2 might be happening in june 1715

- s3 starts a few months later. we see jack read a newspaper from august 5th 1715. this ofc is unreliable bc it could be an older paper, but i don’t believe it is older than perhaps a month because mr. scott says jack, vane and flint made a pact over the gold ‘’those months ago’’ which puts it right at the time when flint returned from charlestown. also max says to jack ‘’what we have shared these past few months…’’ so yeah. no longer than 2-3 months have passed since s2.

so lets assume it’s around september in s3. rogers arrives 12 days later after ep3. the events of s3 last overall around a month, probably two: flint and co. were in the doldrums for 21 day. in the meantime rogers had arrived and set up his army in nassau. the walrus crew spent a few days in the maroon camp after which they were released. several days could’ve passed while flint was off looking for teach. right after that the crew sailed back to nassau, silver threatened nassau, flint and co. freed jack, and then they ran back to the maroon island. all this took place in a very short period of time. flint then says that hornigold will return to the maroon island within a week, which he does. the big battle takes place, end of s3. so, let’s assume it’s sometime around november when s3 ended. 

- silver, flint and co. stayed on the maroon island (jack, teach and anne left in the meantime). we don’t know how long they stayed there, but i don’t assume too long bc word that silver was named king of pirates wouldn’t have travelled long and when it arrived silver was already dating madi. maybe a month?? then we have the events of s4 also happening in a very short period of time. we know it’s winter when the season takes place. jack, max and anne are travelling to philadelphia where we see them struggle with cold weather and it’s snowing. i can’t remember exactly, but i think i read somewhere that it’s december in s4 (i might be remembering wrong so don’t take my word for it). 

all in all, this story doesn’t seem to be spread out over the years even though it feels like it was. everything happened in a short period of time over the course of several months. ofc i might be wrong about this, but according to the episodes and the events taking place this seems like a logical conclusion. if i missed sth pls don’t hesitate to point out or correct me if im wrong :)

hope this helps (and hope u dont get lost in this mess of information)

[knightskies]

tagged by @tankaze​! sorry it took awhile but thank you for tagging me!<3

LAST -

drink: generic lemon lime soda

phone call: my sister val

text: my friend harper

song you listened to: the hill - snowmine

HAVE YOU EVER -

dated someone twice: nope

been cheated on: nu-uh

been kissed and regretted it: no

lost someone special: no??

been depressed: yah

been drunk and thrown up: nah

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU -

made a new friend(s): yeah! i feel so blessed ;w;

fallen out of love: there hasn’t been anyone to fall out of love for?

laughed until you cried: yeah! i was thinking about my faves... and how they usually die

met someone who changed you: yes! in a good way though!

found out who your true friends were: i’ve been p steady with my friends! i see myself being with them for a while

found out someone was talking about you: nope

kissed someone on your FB list: oh god no

EXTRA -

how many people do you know in real life on your FB: i haven’t been on facebook for like two years but i remade with people i for sure knew so like... 40+??? but i don’t even talk to a handful of them nowadays haha

do you have any pets: yes! a cat! her name is terra and i love her

do you want to change your name: i’m okay?? maybe my last name tho

what did you do for your last birthday: went to an art gallery and ate dinner at one of favorite restaurants!

what time did you wake up today: 6:45 a.m.

what were you doing at midnight last night: sleeping ( i’m taking winter session and i have to be at school by 7:30 a.m. rip)

name something you can’t wait for: ffxv episode dlcs, persona 5, ffvii remake, dangan ronpa series ps4 port, zero escape ps4 port... games mostly...

what’s getting on your nerves rn: myself

Nicknames: trace, honey bunny (a pulp fiction reference), robotfucker69 (kinkshamed by friends)

Relationship Status: single

Zodiac sign: libra/scorpio??? idk what i’m leaning more towards now

Pronouns: she/her i guess but i’m cool with whatever

Favorite TV shows: at the moment, probably ajin and voltron

Long or short hair: medium???

Height: 162 cm

Do you have a crush on someone: everyone in ffxv

Right or left handed: righty

First surgery: i don’t think i’ve had one yet?? i thought i had one when i was little but idk anymore??????

First best friend: in elementary but i moved and she somehow found me on facebook? but i don’t talk to her

First vacation: el salvador

RIGHT NOW -

eating: i just finished eating a mandarin (i’m taking my vitamin c tandra lol)

drinking: nothing we ran out of everything and it’s too cold to go outside and replenish our supplies www;;


I’m about to: draw a little

listening to: it’s still the hill by snowmine omfg

WANT -

Kids: eek

Marriage: hmm

Career: pls @ god

WHICH IS BETTER -


Lips or eyes: eyes

Hugs or kisses: hugs

Taller or shorter: idc

Older or younger: idc

Romantic or spontaneous: both is good

Sensitive or loud: sensitive

Troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant

HAVE YOU EVER -

Kissed a stranger: nope

glasses/contacts: only if i’m using electronics waaay too much ! it’s like the ones that get rid of the blue light that burn your eyes or sth

sex on the first date: noooooo

broken someone’s heart: definitely

turned someone down: yes yes yes

cried when someone died: not irl but for fictional characters sigh

fallen for a friend: nope

DO YOU BELIEVE IN - 


Yourself: ????

Miracles: not really


Love at first sight: it can happen i guess but i’m not sure if it’s a good thing

Heaven: i would like to think there’s a nice place after death but idk if what some religions define as heaven is where i want to be?

Kissing on the first date: depends

and that’s it! i don’t think i’m going to tag anyone this time since i’ve been inactive here for awhile but i had fun! thanks again tandra!<333