#re: clary.

[tiredmoonslut]

Remember when The Mortal Instruments was a thing and every single character was like a huge fucking bitch to 15 year-old Clary for like no actual reason

[recareels]

i had nightmare after nightmare after nightmare last night and not once was there a handsome director man there to console me and fuck me into a state of bliss :((

[paraheronstairs]

jace thinking of clary as “his Clary” means the world to me

[clarythericebot]

Francesca: Wow, this is intense. Do all runners have to do this?

Dr. Myers: Just the ones that want to live.

[cabeswaterdrowned]

so 😕 about how Tessa has all these moments in internal monologue about how deep down she’s always known Aunt Harriet making excuses for Nate wasn’t right and that he didn’t deserve all they both did to coddle him and that she always compartmentalized to see him as a good older brother, and how that’s all come to the surface now she knows he was willing to sell her out (though not the full scope of that) but then when Mortmain comes she still instinctively doesn’t tell Nate and goes instead ‘to protect him’ ugh. Like it feels so real as a depiction of a woman internalizing societal norms even though part of her is aware…

[inkykeiji]

Do you plan or expanding the tag! universe anytime soon?

I love how realistic it portrays addicts and the people around them (at least in my experience)

Sending lots of love clari ❤️❤️

oh gosh thank you so much for this!!! that fic is so so so special (& personal) to me, and it’s really special to hear that it resonated with others as well!! <3 ah unfortunately at the moment i have no plans to expand my tag you’re it universe aside from like, one tiny oneshot about dabi teaching reader how to fight that i have yet to finish (ha ha ha) but!!!!! i’d love to write a christmas series set in that universe tbh! or even explore the dynamics etc after the three of them live together. so, maybe one day! but anytime soon??? probably not (◞‸◟；)

[clarislam]

Writeblr Re-Intro: Feb. 2023 Edition!

Hi there, fellow readers and writers! I’m Claris (she/her).

I write a wide variety of works including poetry and fiction. I also post book reviews and fanfics weekly, though expect more of my focus to be on original works this year!

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I published the first book in my murder mystery series, “Winner Takes All: A Harlow Mystery” in June 2022, and you can click here for more details about it! Please feel free to support me by buying a copy, spreading the word about it, or even requesting your library to get it in their e-catalogue. I appreciate all the support in my writing journey.

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Currently Pitching/Querying:

“Sadie’s Search For The Missing Necklace:” A kidlit fantasy book inspired by Gwyneth Rees’ Fairy Dust series and Daisy Meadows’ Rainbow Fairy series. As of this writing, I just pitched this book to a traditional publisher and (hopefully) they’ll let me know by late April/early May latest if they said yes to it or not! Wish me luck!

Current WIPS:

A fantasy novel inspired by the video game series King’s Quest. I am currently still writing its first draft and I’ve spoken a bit on this blog about how it’s going so far. I hope to figure out a working title by the time I finish writing the draft! The goal is to finish writing the draft by the end of this month.

"An Engagement To Die For:” The sequel to “Winner Takes All,” the murder mystery that I self-published last year (June 2022)! It’s currently going through some beta readers at this time.

Fanfiction:

You most likely know of my writing fanfiction for The Last Story, Bravely Default/Second, and Escape The Night.

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[bpdanakins]

i know it's a million years too late... but the opportunity they had with anakin and finn... them interacting... anakin mentioning the dream he had about freeing all the slaves... finn being the one to do it...

[cassandraclare]

Hi Cassie!! Sorry to bother you but I feel like Ty would be more likely to have panic attacks than Dru. I have evaluated the situation and Ty seems to have more trauma and anxiety than her. Adding onto that I’m hoping Kit and Ash don’t have too similar powers. I feel like Kit should be more powerful as Ash only as Ash didn’t get much powers especially since the king didn’t have the black volume the whole time he had Ash. I also think Kit she be more powerful than Magnus for reasons.

I've gotten a lot of emails about how Ty should be the one who has panic attacks, not Dru. Usually the idea is that he should have panic attacks because he has 'more trauma and anxiety' than Dru, specifically because of Livvy's death and Ty being "more close" to her.

The thing is, that isn't how characters work because it isn't how people work. “Amount of trauma” is not an objective measurable thing, and not everyone responds the same ways even to the same things happening to them.

Of course Ty and Dru have both experienced trauma. But it is not as if there is a certain "level of trauma", like "level 6" beyond which everyone has panic attacks, and Ty is a trauma 7 while Dru is only a trauma 5. None of that is how people work or panic disorders work or really how anything works. The question is a lot about, I think, an anxiety that somehow because Dru has panic attacks this means the narrative will consider Ty to have no trauma at all and be dandy about everything, and I can only say that that's not the case.

One thing I rarely see acknowledged in these letters is that Ty is not grieving Livvy currently. Everyone else in his family is, but he lives with her, she talks to him all the time, she's entirely present in his life. Yes, she is a ghost, but people can get by on a lot less than Ty has with Livvy. I think it's worth noting that what Ty is currently experiencing re: Livvy is not grief but denial.

At the end of the day, there are all sorts of ways of responding to trauma and grief. The acknowledgement that someone has been through trauma is not something they have to earn, nor are panic attacks a thing given to one character at the expense of another who has somehow deserved them more. What is important about how characters respond to loss and trauma is that it be consistent with the character and their growth, and that's something that can't be evaluated before a book is read. :)

As for Kit having the most powers of anyone, well, we will see. It's not really how power works in the Shadowhunter world. We don't spend a lot of time thinking about whether Clary or Magnus is more powerful because what they can do is so different, and what Kit and Ash can do is also very different. Also in evaluating who gets what power level I would say it's important to consider whether they will be friends or deadly enemies – which is something we don't yet know!

[echojulietfoxtrot]

I dip in and out of Taskmaster, but I am 100% here for Tumblr re/discovering Julian fucking Clary.

Even the "one of the Golden Girls grudgingly getting involved in this whole mess by accident" vibe he brings to Taskmaster is itself hilarious to me, because back in the 1990s I was literally not allowed to watch anything he was on, in case he did something like this, again, live, for an audience 13 million people -

(Lamont was a UK government minister who was present)

(Clary was effectively blacklisted from live tv for it, and several papers campaigned to ban him from television altogether)

(Incidentally I think that might be Armando Ianucci down in the bottom left corner at 40 seconds in)

[syluscore]

Mother’s Day ~ Various RE Characters

I did 6 different Mother’s Day prompts for Leon Kennedy, Jill Valentine, Chris Redfield, Clarie Redfield, Carlos Oliveira, and Ada Wong x fem&mom! Reader

Specific content warnings will be included for each passage, so proceed with caution! There are triggering topics, especially in Chris’ passage so please please please read the content warnings before each passage.

Happy Mother’s Day if you’re a mom to any sort of living thing or if anyone has ever sucked on your titties. You deserve to be celebrated! <3

!!!!MINORS DNI! GHOSTKENNEDY IS STRICTLY 18+!!!!!!

Leon Kennedy: Going into labor on Mother’s Day

Content warnings: pregnant reader, talk of reader being uncomfortable in her pregnant body, feeling big while pregnant, contractions, water breaking

It had been a long nine months so far. You were almost 41 weeks pregnant, having gone nearly a week past your due date. For weeks now you’d been having contractions here and there, but you still hadn’t entered active labor. You weren’t sure if it was possible to get any bigger or if your body could hold this baby in any longer. If you sneezed too hard, you felt like maybe he would just fall out of you.

“He’s not gonna just fall out,” Leon said, holding back a laugh. You hadn’t realized you’d been speaking out loud, but you’re so out of it most of the time anyways. It’s been impossible to get any good sleep the last month with how uncomfortable your body has become.

“You’re right, I’d never be so lucky,” you grumbled as you tried to get up off the couch. “Leon, help me. I’ve no core strength, I’ve sunken in and might never escape the couch,” you threw your hands up in the air and waited for him to come and lift you.

He wrapped his arms under yours and pulled you up. Once you were standing up, you were immediately lightheaded and leaned your head into Leon’s shoulder as he kept you steady.

“It’s not fair, he was supposed to be here by Mother’s Day! I’m spending my first Mother’s Day blown up like a Beluga whale!” you whined into his shoulder.

“He must be comfy in there,” Leon said as his hands massaged the sides of your large belly. “When he comes out, I’ll give him a stern talking to.”

“Ugh, you’re really starting to sound like dad now. But he does need that stern talking to. I don’t care how cute he is, he must answer for his actions!” you laughed with Leon. He continued to hold you in his arms. He knew how exhausted you were and would do absolutely anything to help you right now.

“Oh shit,” you groaned as you felt your lower belly tighten up. You didn’t need to tell him, Leon knew it was another one of your sporadic contractions. He rubbed your back and comforted you as you breathed through the pain. After a few more seconds, the pain finally passed.

“Okay, okay I think I’m good now,” you spoke as you pulled your face from Leon’s chest and smiled up at him. Suddenly, you felt like you were peeing yourself as liquid poured from between your legs. It quickly soaked through your pants and started to puddle on the floor beneath you two.

You stared down at your feet confused for a few moments before realization hit you and you whipped your head up to look at Leon. His eyes met yours as you excitedly yelled, “My fucking water broke! Holy shit, it finally broke.”

“He heard us talking about his eviction notice,” Leon smiles cheekily at you. You breathe a sigh of relief, he’s finally going to be born and your body will be free at last. But the relief didn’t last long as the anxiety began to creep in.

“Oh fuck, I have to give birth to him now. No, no-no-no-no,” you looked at Leon with fear filled eyes.

“Well, that’s the only exit route unfortunately,” he said before gently kissing your lips. “Happy Mother’s Day, huh?”

“Ugh, he’s definitely your son. At least we already know he inherited his father’s terrible fucking timing,” you said, causing Leon to chuckle.

“Well,” he said, “I guess we better go have a baby now.”

~

Jill Valentine: Deciding to have a baby

Content warnings: divorce joke, talk of titty sucking, talk of baby making, reader not wanting kids until she met Jill

“Are you actually kidding me? Babe, what the fuck?” Jill couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’ve sucked on your titties countless times, Jill! I owe you a Mother’s Day present,” you pushed the gift bag closer to her. Jill shook her head as she pulled the tissue paper out of the bag. She lifted the plaque out of the bag and stared at you in disbelief. She rolled her eyes and turned the plaque so you could see the giant words ‘If I could have any mommy in the world, I’d still pick you. -Y/N’

“Did you get this fucking customized? What is wrong with you?” she spoke teasingly. She stood up and grabbed a hammer and some nails from a drawer. “Where should we hang this?” she asked you as she surveyed the room.

“You’re going to hang it in the living room?” you asked suspiciously. Out of all the reactions you’d been thinking of, her displaying the gift wasn’t one of them. “You don’t have to do that-” you spoke, but Jill cut you off.

“No, I’m going to treasure this forever,” she told you with a determined look on her face.

The next ten minutes was spent finding the perfect place and helping (getting scolded by Jill for not holding things for her properly) put the plaque up. She stared at it for a solid minute deciding if it was lopsided, before she finally decided the work was satisfactory and sitting back down on the couch with you. 

“I’ve been meaning to ask you something actually,” Jill said, biting her lip nervously.

You raised an eyebrow at her, “Oh God, don’t tell me you’re asking for a divorce on Mother’s Day of all days. I told you you’d never be able to get rid of me, I’m not going anywhere bitch!” Jill laughed at your teasing, some of the tension leaving her body.

“Oh please, you’re stuck with me, you know this,” she pulled you into her chest and wrapped her arms around you. “I’ve just been thinking about what the next five years of our lives look like.”

“I hope it looks good?” you asked confusedly while raising an eyebrow at her.

“It looks perfect, but,” she paused as she contemplated her next words, “Have you ever thought about having kids? I know we’ve talked about it briefly and we both weren’t sure, but it’s just been on my mind lately.” She looked off into the distance, worried about how you’d respond.

You were silent for a minute before you burst out laughing, “Jill Valentine, do you want to put a baby in me? You want to fill me with little Valentines?” Her gaze darted back to you as you stared at her cockily. Jill couldn’t fight back the smile that spread across her face, pulling her tongue between her teeth in an attempt to keep it at bay, but ultimately to no avail.

“I suppose that’s what I was getting at, yeah,” she blushed as the words left her mouth.

You placed a gentle kiss to her cheek before speaking, “You know, I never really thought I’d have kids. Never really wanted them for most of my life. But, god, at this point I am just a womb for you to fill. I’ll give you all the kids you could ever want and I’ll be so happy to do it.”

“Of course, I should’ve figured you’d be eager to have my babies,” she teased you. “But seriously, do you want to have a baby with me? I know you like to joke around, but I need to know if we’re seriously doing this,” her face was full of concern and it made your heart melt.

“Let’s make a fucking baby, Valentine,” you spoke, pulling her lips to yours.

~

Chris Redfield: Fertility issues

Content warnings: infertility, miscarriages, pregnancy loss, depression, more talk of baby making

Chris decided to take you out to a fancy dinner for Mother’s Day. You’d been trying to have a baby for about five years now and had talked to fertility doctors several times. In the end, they decided there wasn’t anything specifically hindering you from having a baby, it just wasn’t happening. You’d been pregnant a few times over the past few years, but you’d always lost the pregnancy. Chris never blamed you and always took care of you, but you still felt incredibly guilty. He wanted kids and you weren’t able to give them to him.

You’d told him repeatedly that you didn’t need to do anything for Mother’s Day. In all honesty, the day was extremely depressing to you and you weren’t sure if you could make it through a night out. But Chris wasn’t having any of that, he practically begged you to come out with him tonight and you finally agreed. The night had been going incredibly, but there was still a melancholy feeling surrounding you. 

Chris had just ordered the two of you desserts and another round of drinks. He wasn’t holding back at all tonight and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself at how sweet he was. 

“Hey, I know you told me you didn’t need anything today, but I did get you a gift,” he told you, pulling a small ring box out of his jacket pocket. You raised your eyebrow in confusion before a giggle fell from your lips.

“Oh god, are you proposing to me again? We’re already married, or did you forget?” you teased him. He shook his head and smiled back at you. He handed you the box and encouraged you to open it.

You slowly opened the box and inside it was the prettiest ring you’d ever seen. The silver band swirled around in the middle, forming the letters spelling out the word ‘mom’ and two small diamonds were on either side of it. It was small, simple, and gorgeous. You bit your lip as tears swelled up in your eyes as you met Chris’ gaze.

“You’re just as much a mom as anybody else. I wanted you to have a constant reminder of your strength. Four little diamonds for each of our little babies,” he explained to you as you reached out for his hand and held it in a tight squeeze. 

“It’s gorgeous, Chris,” you told him as he grabbed the ring box off of the table and pulled the ring out. He held it in his big fingers as he reached for your right hand and slid it down your ring finger. “Thank you,” you said quietly, a tear falling from your eye.

“I’m glad you like it,” he leaned across the table and pulled your head forward to meet him in the middle. He gave you a firm, short kiss that had your heart melting. You both returned to your seats as the waiter came back with your desserts and drinks.

Once he walked away, Chris spoke, “Besides, I thoroughly enjoy trying for a baby with you. I think I’m perfecting my technique. Soon, I’m gonna get it right and put a baby in you.” You laughed as a blush rose up on your cheeks. He stared at you, smirking.

“Well, time’s a wastin’, Redfield. We have the whole night ahead of us, I think I’m gonna need you to try extra hard when we get home,” you replied, causing his jaw to fall open, going slack. 

He quickly whipped his head around and summoned the waiter. He needed to sign this check right this second and get you the fuck out of here.

~

Claire Redfield: Single mom

Content warnings: being alone on Mother’s Day, toxic ex, depression

You spent most of the day moping around your apartment. Your boss had given you the day off for Mother’s Day, because obviously why wouldn’t he, you’re a mom, it’s kind of your day. Your ex didn’t see it that way though, no matter how many times you tried to reason with him. The custody schedule has your daughter with him today, it’s not his fault it falls on Mother’s Day. You’d shed too many tears over the situation already, so you spent the day trying to distract yourself from your misery. 

A knock on your door pulled your attention away from the show you had been focusing on. You weren’t sure who would be showing up here right now. Of course, you could hope it was your ex dropping off your daughter, but you knew better. 

You got up off the couch and made your way to your front door. Another knock sounded before you got there and you yelled, “Hold on! I am not fast, but I am coming!” You swung open the door to be met with your girlfriend Claire, holding a bunch of balloons, a bouquet of flowers, and a large gift bag. Your jaw dropped as she beamed at you with that pretty smile of hers. You’d cried to her all week about not getting to spend the day with your daughter and had insisted you’d be fine spending the day on your own.

“Happy Mother’s Day!” she exclaimed as she pushed past you and into your apartment. “Chinese food will be here in like 20 minutes,” she informed you as she sat the items down on your coffee table. You were frozen in place at your front door, watching her in awe as she set things up for you. She walked back over to you and shut the apartment door.

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t be here sooner, my love. There was no way I could get out of work early when all of the moms were out. Shit never stops, but I’m here now. And me and you are going to celebrate, even if the pipsqueak isn’t here, okay?” she spoke as her thumbs wiped the tears from your cheeks.

“I, I don’t know what to say,” you said dumbfounded as you stared into Claire’s loving eyes. She just giggled at you.

“I’m glad I could leave you speechless,” she winked at you, “I’ll take an ‘I love you’ and your company, now come and open your gift! I’ve been waiting all damn week for you to open this!”

~

Carlos Oliveira: House full of kids

Content warnings: none that I’m aware of, let me know if I missed anything!

“Shhh, you’re going to ruin the surprise for mommy,” Carlos told your toddler daughter. They were sitting in the dark living room, ready to surprise you when you got back from lunch with your other mom friends. Carlos and your five kids had gone all out for you today for Mother’s Day.

The room was filled with balloons, flowers, gift boxes containing your favorite things, and hand drawn decorations and cards from your children. Having five kids under the age of ten was extremely hard most days, but it was so worth it. Plus, with a husband as gorgeous as Carlos Oliveira, all you had to do was look at him and you had the possibility of being pregnant. 

You unlocked the front door and entered your suspiciously dark home. “Hello?” you called out and the reply was almost instantaneous. Your oldest son flipped the light switch and your jaw dropped at the site of your children running up to you through the heavily decorated room. You were never a major sap, but that was until you had kids. Your eyes started to fill with tears as you were pulled into a giant hug surrounded by your kids.

You looked over to where Carlos stood holding one of those Mother’s Day cards that was the size of a small child. Your kids pulled away from the hug, your toddler grabbed one hand and your second youngest grabbing your other. They led you over to the couch and you sat down as all of the kids scrambled around grabbing gifts and bringing them to you.

Carlos sat down next to you, wrapping his arm around your back and kissing you on the cheek. “Happy Mother’s Day, baby. I hope you’re happy with your gifts,” he beamed at you.

“Happy?! God, how am I going to make this up to you on Father’s Day?? You set the standards so high, ugh,” you said as you turned and looked him in the eyes, admiring him. “I love you so much,” you spoke softly, resting your forehead against his.

“I love you so much more, darling. You have no idea,” Carlos spoke softly. But looking around, you definitely had an idea of how much. And it was so mutual.

~

Ada Wong: Early in pregnancy

Content warnings: pregnant reader, reader throwing up, sick reader 

You were laying on the couch; a cold, wet rag placed firmly against your forehead and a small trash can just an arms reach away. You’d been beyond sick for a solid month now. You’d used up all your sick and vacation days at work and now you were on furlough. The doctor confirmed your pregnancy around 6 weeks ago and you were approaching the 10 week mark, but the sickness has persisted every single day since it first started. You had lost a few pounds since the start of your pregnancy, but the doctor reassured you that that was normal with morning sickness and after the fertility treatments. 

Nothing the doctor or you could say would ever ease Ada’s worries about you. She hated leaving you alone and was riddled with anxiety constantly. She never let you see that though, around you she was the face of confidence and reassurance.

You had been dozing in and out all day after having a rough, sleepless night. You heard the front door open and shut as quiet footsteps make their way over to you. You felt gentle fingers caressing your cheek, causing you to slightly open your eyes and give Ada a small smile.

“Hey baby, are you feeling any better?” she asked softly. You could see the concern in her eyes as she crouched down next to you so that her face was more level with yours.

“Never been better,” you grumbled, causing her to chuckle at you.

“Here, sit up. I got something for you,” she told you as she gripped your arms firmly, slowly pulling you into a sitting position. You whined as your brain felt dizzy from sitting up right. Ada brought your head to her chest and rubbed loving circles into your back as you adjusted. 

After a few minutes, you pulled your head from her chest and looked up at her, “What’d you get for me?” She told you to wait a minute as she left the room to grab whatever it was that she’d gotten for you. 

She returned carrying a bunch of random items; a plush blanket, fuzzy socks, a silk robe, balloons, and a dorky ‘World’s Best Mom’ mug. “Next year, I’ll get you the sweets and flowers and whatever else you could possibly want, but I wanted to get you things you could actually use right now,” she said softly as she sat down next to you, “Happy Mother’s Day, baby.”

“Happy Mother’s Day to you too,” you said smiling at her. She grabbed your feet and pulled them into her lap as she gently massaged the soles and slid your new socks on.

“Oh please, I haven’t done any of the work yet. Once November is here, you’re not going to lift a finger. I’ll take care of you and the baby and I’ll earn my next Mother’s Day,” she told you as you shook your head.

“You’ll do great with a baby, you’ve been taking care of a giant one for forever now,” you laughed softly.

She pulled your head down to her lips and gently kissed your forehead. “And I’ll keep doing it,” she spoke to you as she pulled her head back enough to look into your eyes. You couldn’t do anything besides stare up at her lovingly.

And then your stomach started turning, “Ugh, I’m gonna throw up.” She held your hair back the whole time and spent the rest of the night pampering you.

~masterlist~

[recareels]

your hair look so soft i wanna run my hands through it so bad 🥹 waaahhhh

ohhhh my gosh ran!!! (*ﾉωﾉ) i actually love having my hair played with and pet SO much so this sounds like a dreammm hehe <3 thank you so much tho!!!

[paraheronstairs]

i love clary and jace’s first kiss scene SO much

the midnight birthday scenery

the greenhouse

the midnight blooming flower

the witchlight

the anticipation

the kiss

the intimacy

[dayque]

Luke Garroway, less than 3 months before Clary: Re-Kidnap Jocelyn from Valentine, make his ship explode with his soldiers and demons in and interrupt his ritual of summoning Raziel (causing Valentine to be killed).

Just a girl✨️💋

[just-a-girl-who-likes-sharks]

It has taken me just over 3 months, but I have finally finished my Shadowhunters (re)read!

What an adventure this has been! I had read TMI, TID and TDA already years ago, back when I still read translated books because my English wasn’t good enough yet. I have found since then that I greatly prefer reading in English and this series was no exception.

As far as The Mortal Instruments is concerned, it truly is a product of its time. The story is the best one, the characters… not always as much (looking at you, Clary).

The Infernal Devices will for now and forevermore remain my favourite series. It is the perfect combination of amazing characters and good storytelling.

The Dark Artifices will forevermore come second, the story is good and the characters are good and I will protect Ty Blackthorn until the day that I die.

The Last Hours had by far the BEST characters in any of these books, the story itself was… not the best, but the characters more than made up for it. (Also I will go to WAR for Anna, Matthew and Alastair).

Ghosts of the Shadow Market will forevermore be the best standalone book in this entire franchise. (Also fun fact: the reason this is the only hardcover in my collection is because this is the only book here that I didn’t buy myself. Years ago my best friend and I had a bet and the loser had to buy the winner a book. He bought me a hardcover 😇)

It’s crazy that, after 3 months, it’s done just like that. I will greatly miss this series. And hope I won’t fall into a reading slump afterwards.

[inkykeiji]

hi clari!! do you happen to be interested in ballet at all? i’ve been doing ballet for years now and i’ve been curious if of your iterations of touya would let reader be a dancer, for example a dance major in college? it’s such a “cute and girly” thing that i think they might like it but at the same time i could see them getting jealous of any potential duets with other men or how “revealing” the uniforms are

but either way i’d love to know what majors you originally have each of them doing since most, if not all, of your stories have the reader doing college?

hope you’re doing well!! <33

hi anon!! <3 oooh i actually love ballet so much and i will forever regret talking my mom out of enrolling me in it when i was 8!!! EEE ehehe it’s funny u ask actually because once upon a time i was writing a ballet au with dabi! i dunno if i’ll ever finish it tho hahaha >.< so since all of my readers are already enrolled in university by the time they meet touya/dabi, there’s no way he’d be able to control what their major is; they already decided on it on their own and most are at least a year or two into their studies when they first meet him, so he isn’t able to decide what it is they’re studying (which means yes, they’d be forced to ‘allow’ her to continue her dance major! no matter how much they don’t like it! they won’t be changing programs simply because their overbearing, overprotective, over-possessive boyfriend doesn’t like it).

that being said, you’re 100% right! my touyas/dabis would be totally torn between loving it because it’s so beautiful and awe-inspiring (they’re totally enraptured—enchanted—when they watch her perform) and being extremely jealous that literally anyone else gets to see their girl in such beautiful costumes dancing such beautiful numbers and that anyone gets to fucking touch their girl at all. out of my three main iterations, touya-nii would be the worst with his possessiveness and would definitely demand she never dance a pas de deux with anyone (despite the fact that she wants to, that it’s good for her career + exposure, or that her grade depends on it. tnii is way too selfish to give a fuck about any of that, and he’d much rather she stay in the corps forever—in his mind, he’s like why would she ever need to be prima anyway? when she has me? when i can provide for her? etc.)

good question! so their majors are intentionally left vague so you, the real reader, can project whatever you’d like onto them! in my mind, they study art of some form (probably literature and/or film since that’s what i studied HAHAHA but i also love the idea of studying fine arts or dance like u said!!!), with the exception of bmb reader, who in my mind studies psychology. but again, feel free to imagine them studying whatever you’d like to! i hope you’re doing fabulous, sweetpea! <3 thank u for ur question!!!