#skepic

[motoroil-recs]

[Kinfession]

It feels kinda bad when you just don't experience memories often

Most of my fictionkin friends experience memories and stuff but I rarely do so I never know if I'm a canonmate of anybody

And sometimes people will talk about their memories to me and ask if I remember it and I'm like "idk man,,"

LIKEE some stuff could be a memory but also I'm an avid artist, writer, story maker, and daydreamer so like. could be a memory or just my brain being silly yk??

ANYWAYS I wanted to say: anyone who doesn't experience memories are also super valid!! It might feel invalidating because a lot of people do, but that doesn't matter! You're still a valid kin <3

-⭐️

🏎️‼️

[yesloulou]

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[sslsims4lookbook]

Day 7 @windbrook's Slashed CAS Challenge, Daniel Todd the Skeptic

Daniel Todd want notting more then just stay at home and work on his art commissions, dealing with Trick and Treaters and helping out in his family's candy shop for the 50% off sale of Halloween candies tomorrow, but his cousin, Heather (aka the Academic) keeps insisting that as a senior he should join in for the last Halloween party in his high school year, with a killer hellbent to kill the partygoers and he somehow avoid seeing Ellis's body , he have been more and more skeptic if all happening just a Halloween prank gone wrong until he was stung by bees and fell down from the stair from a trap. knocking him out cold for a while before someone found him and rejoined the rest of the survivors to take down the killer.

"What a crazy mess-up night we have, honestly I wonder why I am still alive after everything." Daniel Todd, one of the known survivors of the Myers High Halloween Party Massacre in his interview with the local news.

[11bountyhunters]

i hate feeling mildly hopeful about a political situation only for someone to bring down the mood

kamala harris and tim walz are giving us hope, no one is perfect they’re just the best options we have.

[the-blathermouth]

Movie night

MC: alright popcorns popping, now for the forbidden question...

Narrator: and that is?

MC: "what we watching boys?"

...

Contrarian: oh what about-

Hero: no

Contrarian: ah-what?!

Hero: last time we let you pick you went against our 'no unreality' rule and pick The Truman Show. Hunted and Paranoid were checking around for cameras for days!

Contrarian: well Mr No-Taste-In-Films I'll have you know that wasn't what I was going to suggest at all!

Cheater: and what were you going to suggest?

Contrarian: The Matrix. :3

Hero: NO!

Stubborn: well you know where I stand, Fight Club all the way!

Cheated: we've watched that like 8 times now!

Stubborn: First rule of fight club: don't talk about fight club!

Broken: you've already broken the rule then haven't you...?

MC: just tell me what I'm picking.

Narrator: how about some ground rules to make things easier *looks at skepic* no murder mysteries *looks at hunted* no nature documentaries *looks at smitten* no rom coms-

Smitten: oh come on you LIKE rom coms! Their funny and passionate and-

Cold: not when your stuck sitting next to someone crying their eyes out everytime...

Narrator: *looks at hero* and ABSOLUTELY no Disney princess movies!

MC: I'm gonna have to agree on that, I'm getting sick of sleeping beauty

Stubborn: can we just pick something already! *Points to Opportunist* You, you've been quiet, what we watching?!

Opportunist: I don't know uhh Groundhog Day?

MC: that's not a film, that's just our life!

Hero: yeah maybe no groundhog

Contrarian: Ooh how about Inspection? That's always a good watch.

Hero: that films the whole reason we have the 'no unreality' rule in the first place, after we watched that paranoid spent a week trying to widdle a reality checking top!

Paranoid: still am. *He pulls out a unfinished wooden top*

MC: huh, that's coming along nicely.

Paranoid: Thanks...

Stubborn: well you can stop working on it already, this is all real! What you see is real!

Paranoid: you don't know that!

Stubborn: fine then! spin the top, if this is a dream it'll spin whether or not it's finished right?

Narrator: you try to spin the top, but as it is unfinished it only wobbles for a second before unceremoniously toppling over

Paranoid:...that doesn't mean anything

Stubborn: YES IT DOES!

The Princess: *walks in with a bowl of popcorn* popcorns done.

Narrator: wha-what is SHE doing here?!

MC: she's here for movie night, sometimes we watch films together when your not around.

Narrator: WHEN ARE WE EVER NOT AROUND?!

The Princess: you good?

MC: yeah I'm fine, just a little indecisive...*glares to his side* Why don't you pick?

The Princess: *takes the remote and almost instantly picks and sets it down*

MC:...Rise of Gru it is then.

*All the voices grone*

[cowboyjen68]

Hi, I wanted to ask if you have any advice on how I can find more lesbians around me as a 17 year old (so a minor) and I live in a red very religious state.

I often feel so isolated as a lesbian from my peers who aren’t lesbians, I know a few lesbians but I really want to know more. Since I’m 17 I don’t have the option of dating apps, or some Facebook groups unfortunately. It’s been hard because there’s been multiple times where I resorted to talking to lesbians much older than me due to feeling like my dating poll is so small, and being lonely. I know this is bad, and I don’t want to do that cause I know it is just me being taken advantage of— but sometimes it feels like the only thing I can do. If you have any advice, I’d appreciate it so so much. I love your page and your advice♥️

It is hard as a minor to stay safe and still use the internet to reach out to find other lesbians. Continue to be safe and skepical of strangers.

FInd out if your local library has book clubs and if they support them get help starting a lesbian book club for intergenerational lesbians. This is public and safe and meet only in the confines of the library. The books give you topics to talk about to take off the awkwardness of meeting new people and you can set the demographics to your age or to a wide range.

At 17 you can still often volunteer for local prides, PFLAGS or at other LGBT non profits and they are usually very good about vetting others. HOWEVER if anyone pushes your boundaries or makes you feel uncomfortable report that to the board or the national affiliates right away.

Look on instagram or tumblr for Lesbian zines that are available. These are often produced by the younger crowd and can be free on line or very cheap and they can give you some connections to others around your range of age and shared experiences.

CHeck the meet up app for lesbian gatherings held in public places like coffee shops or small cafes. Reach out to see if they allow 17 yo and if others your age attend. Many older lesbians have neices, daughters, god daughters who are lesbians and attend these kind of casual gathering.

Check on line for lesbian archives (like at a local university or museum) and inquire about volunteering. They are great places to learn untaught history and meet lesbians of all ages who are passionate about preserving and passing on knowledge.

I hope some of these ideas help. Hang in there. You are by no means alone

[cuttingpenisblackmetal]

magnus and toki and their surnames. tw needles

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"So-- Wartooth. What is that, actually?"

"Dat's my name."

"Yeah, but what's your actual name?"

"Toki."

"But what's your last name?"

"Wartooth. Toki Wartooth."

If the ice cream cone in Magnus' hand was a knife he would have plunged it into Toki's dumb face. The two men were sitting outside of Edy's Ice Cream Parlor in the noxious bowels of SeaWorld, and Magnus had hit his threshold for overstimulation about half an hour ago. Still, with the fanatic determination of a man in pursuit of his life's mission, he was doing his best to keep Toki entertained and engaged in conversation, even as they took a brief reprieve from the chaos of the theme park in favour of enjoying some too-sugary dairy treats (Magnus' idea-- the thought of getting to stab Toki, even if only with an insulin needle, was about the only thing keeping him going, at this point).

Unfortunately Dethklok's rhythm guitarist had the creativity and intellect of, well, a rhythm guitarist, and Magnus' current attempts at conversation we're going approximately nowhere.

"Toki," Magnus said patiently, "You're Norwegian."

"Yeps."

"Wartooth is English."

"Yeps."

"So, if you are Norwegian, why do you have an English name?"

"You has an English names," Toki retorted. "Hammers-smiths, likes de guys what makes de hammers."

"My father was English. Were either of your parents English?"

"Nopes."

"Then why, when you're introduced, are you called Toki Wartooth?"

"Cause that's my last names."

Toki's brows were wrinkled, he was staring at Magnus as if Magnus were the idiot in this conversation. Magnus took a very deep breath. "Well, what are your parents' last name?" he asked.

"Wartooth," Toki said, with a hint of exasperation.

"Did you have English grandparents?"

"Nopes, dey's Norswegians too."

"Did you have any English ancestors."

"Nopes," Toki said, frowning thoughtfully. "My family's in de villages for… since de vikings I thinks."

"Your family has resided in the same village since the 1200s?"

"Yeps. Gots de big families tree in de church and everythings."

"And they were all named…"

"Wartooth!"

Magnus looked down at his own ice cream. He tried to imagine that a scoop of Toki's bloody post-torture brains was resting in the cup, but he was starting to seriously question whether Toki actually had any.

"It's a cool name, buddy," Magnus said with a smile, deciding to switch tactics. "And it's cool you know it goes back that far. Any idea where it comes from?"

"It's a vikingsk names," Toki said proudly, in a way that suggested he'd impressed Americans with this fact before. "Ol' Skupt Wartooth. He discovereds Swedens or some shits like dat."

"And when did Skupt… live?"

"I tolds you, de twelve hundreds."

"And his last name was Wartooth."

"Yeps."

"A Norse viking in the 1200s had the name-- the English name-- Wartooth."

Toki gave Magnus a skepical look. "Magnus, you's my pal, but you's not very smarts."

"I'm not--" Magnus almost began shouting. Almost. He reigned himself in, bit down hard on his tongue, took several deep breaths through his nose. Revenge was so near, so deliciously and tantalisingly within grasp, and he would not let Toki antagonise him into ruining his plan now. This was a test. Just a test. "… And what is your name on your birth certificate?"

"Toki Wartooth," Toki replied. "Cause dat's my name."

"Just to be clear. When you were born, your parents wrote that your name was Toki Wartooth."

"Whats? No, Charles wrotes dat."

"… Charles… Offdensen?"

"Yeah, de guy whats go me a birth certifskicate."

Magnus blinked. Toki blinked back at him. A group of children was screaming at the next table, a seagull was hovering near their feet in search of scraps.

Unaware of Magnus' despair, Toki shoved the rest of his ice cream cone into his mouth, and then started groping around his waistline, searching for something. "Gots to do my shots now," he murmured to himself in a sing-song, as if reciting instructions someone else had drilled into him. "Gots to has my insulins, or I falls asleep and gets eaten by de rats…"

"Here," Magnus said, rising to his feet, "You gave them to me, remember? Let me do that for you." Like hell he was going to miss his chance to stab Toki after this excruciating conversation.

The moronic, gullible, guileless, eminently stabbable Toki grinned at Magnus and settled back in his chair. "You can does it," he agreed. "You's a good friend, Magnus."

"I try."

"Even if you is kinda slows in de heads."

Magnus ignored him, preparing the needle. "There's a reason I'm asking, Toki," he said gently. "Can I tell you a story?"

"Oh, I loves a Magnus story!"

"Alright, here it goes. When Dethklok was first signed, we signed the contract with our stage names. You may know me as Hammersmith, but back then I was going by my stage name, Hammerstorm. Shirt up."

Toki obligingly pulled the bottom of his shirt up, revealing the entirety of his unfairly chiselled abdomen. Magnus moved over to his side, knelt on the hot ground. He peeled open an alcohol pad with his teeth and swabbed clean a patch of Toki's skin there, letting his fingers dig perhaps a little hard into the flesh-- guilty pleasure.

"Anyways, when Dethklok decided to kick me to the curb… you know, maybe I shouldn't be telling you this, it's not right to gossip about a man's band to his face."

"Tells me!"

Magnus picked the prepared needle from his shirt pocket. He could feel the parental figure of the screaming children watching him suspiciously, but this was Florida, it wouldn't be the first time the little brats would see someone shooting up at SeaWorld. "… When Dethklok kicked me to the curb, I found out that they'd played a little trick on me. See, since we hadn't used our legal names, we weren't part of the band. Not officially. I had no rights-- not to compensation, not to plead my case, not to anything."

"Wowee."

"Yeah, wowee. I was ruined." He jammed the needle hard into Toki's abdomen, imagining a knife. "Remember, always make sure your legal name goes on the contracts. Just in case. You know? … Just in case."

Toki didn't even flinch at the entry of the needle-- he had an insanely high pain tolerance, Magnus had learned. "Hammerstorm's a cools names," he said thoughtfully. "Maybe I calls you dat from nows on."

"Nah. Don't bother. That was a different time, a different me." Magnus stood, dropped the needle into the waste container that had come with the insulin kit, along with, once he used it to wipe his hands, the alcohol swab. He couldn't explain how this had become a regular part of their routine-- it just seemed to have become the norm between them, borne out of Toki's need to feel cared for and Magnus' need to ram sharp objects into people's fleshy bits.

Toki pulled his shirt back down and twisted to face Magnus. "Maybe you's should chooses a Norswegian names, since you's hates de English names so much. Likes-- Jeg er Magnus--" Toki had started in on his best Magnus impression, but then he paused, blinking. "… Hammerstorm. Ohs, jeg forstår! Det er norsk!"

"Det er norsk," Magnus agreed slowly, the language feeling clumsy in his mouth. He could understand enough to know Toki had been about to mock him, only to realise that the words 'hammer' and 'storm' remained unchanged in both his native and adopted tongues. Had Toki been about to translate Magnus' surname?

Which begged the question. Magnus paused, reaching back into the recesses of his mind, groping for the stock phrases drilled into him during Elementary Norwegian back in the shadowy depths of his childhood.

"… Hej, Toki," he began cautiously, struggling to form the words, "Hva heter du?"

Toki cocked his head. "Toki Víg-tönn," he said, just as slowly. "Jeg er Toki Víg-tönn."

"So it's Víg-tönn!" Magnus couldn't stop himself from shouting it. "Why didn't you just say that?"

"I did says it!" Toki said, distressed. "I says my name's Wartooth! Toki Wartooth! I tolds you!"

"You were translating your own name into English?"

"Why's you yellings at Toki!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry--" Magnus pinched the bridge of his nose. "Okay. Víg-tönn. What is that, Icelandic?"

"It's de old Norsk," said Toki despondently. His arms were crossed, he refused to look at Magnus.

"That's… cool. That's a pretty cool name. Old Norsk, huh."

"Yeps."

"I'm sorry for yelling at you."

Toki peeked back up at him, eyes narrowed. "And... apoglosecs for not believin's Toki."

"I'll make it up to you. Want to go see the penguins?"

Toki lunged to his feet and grabbed Magnus by the elbow, all trace of a bad mood dissipated. "Ooh, de penguins! Let's see de penguins! Comes on!"

Another conversation about Toki's life ended with a migraine. Magnus would never cease to wonder why he wanted to find his little prey item so interesting. Still, he was starting to recall bits of Norwegian from his childhood, and he was getting out of the house far more regularly these days.

And it was always nice to have a friend he could stab.

[a-cat-in-toffee]

Rolan talking with virion and maybe teaching him some cards and virion talks about the others and not going into detail, just small facts

ough. yeah. i think virion would talk about his home most tbh finally beiong able to tlak about it without immediate skepicism (the otehrs are tryign but he is stiaght up jsut an isekai proteg.) and rolan would talk about galloway and chicago and ouugh . . . . . . . . .

[nightmyst14-blog]

CRK/CROB Valentine's Day 3-4

Part 3, everyone!!! I know im kinda late on, (been busy) , but I still wanted to finish it.

As before, I'll be doing one Romantic, one Platonic, and Familial headcanons. I labeled them so no one can call me out for shipping children with adults (DISGUSTING).

Btw, these are all MY headcanons and thoughts. Don't leave any hate messages here if you don't like something.

Romantic- Oyster x Captain Caviar

(2nd favorite older couple, love them)

-tall wife x short husband

-Met as kids/teens, she found him working on one her family's ships loading cargo and scrubbing floors. She offered him and gave him lunch, even though he declined many times. Then on, Caviar will always repay her kindness.

-Siren x mershark supremacy, they go on nightly swims together. ( In cookie form or mercookie form, that's up to you, I'm good with both)

-Oyster always tends to his wounds whenever he comes back from his trips (Caviar's usually fine, but he's not gonna stop her doting on him)

-Adopted Sorbert Shark as their kid. Caviar isn't a fan of Sorbet wanting to become a pirate, but supports him nonetheless by teaching them how to run a ship properly. Excellent stepfather to Oyster 's daughter, Bubble Pearl.(@queen-rainy-love 's oc)

-For nicknames, Caviar calls Oyster " his seashell or treasure" Oyster doesn't really do many nicknames beside " my love or dear" but sometimes she will will him " Captain" sweetly just to make him flustered

Platonic- Werewolf, Crunchy Chip, and Red Velvet

-Dog/wolf best friends!!

-tend to share the few braincells they have between each other ( sometimes Werewolf has the most)

-Werewolf met Crunchy while visiting Dark Choco in the Dark Cacao kingdom (DarkWolf supremacy). Crunchy Chip thought he was a threat until the prince explained. Became fast friends after that. Soon met Red Velvet after White Lily visited the Dark Cacao kingdom once again. Velvet was skepical at first, thinking that they would be put off by his cake-beast features. But the two actually liked his odd features. Finding him to be very cool, much to Velvet's surprise.

-Crunchy and Velvet are helping Werewolf to get comfortable with his beast side slowly, even got him to shift in front of them for short periods of time

-Velvet gets kinda jealous whenever Crunchy and Werewolf talk about their boyfriends. Meanwhile, the two are trying to find Velvet a date

-Late night/ Midnight howling sessions are constant between the three

-will fight each other over the last piece of steak and then immediately make up afterwards

Familial- Hollyberry and Dark Cacao

-Known each other since they were children. Dark Cacao's father had remarried to Hollyberry's mother, making them stepsiblings. Dark Cacao is the older sibling.

-Their bond is the strongest between the 5 ancients

-Hollyberry was actually a shy girl when she was young, due to her mother's harsh and high expectations on her. Dark Cacao helped her become more open and expressive as they grew up together. Became extremely close, almost like blood-related siblings.

-Ran off when they were adults to escape their parents rule, ending up becoming two powerful rulers

-Dark Cacao likes to braid Hollyberry's hair whenever she was stressed or sad.

-When Hollyberry is upset, she goes to Dark Cacao for comfort and quiet. Whenever Dark Cacao needs a laugh, he goes to Hollyberry for one.

-Dark Cacao was excited he was a great-uncle to Hollyberry's grandchildren, one time sending a gift to Princess's 22nd birthday. It was a coat for whenever she decides to visit his kingdom.

[paperandpencilsandskips]

my stance on the paranormal is that i think its really cool, and it would fucking rule if it was real

but i know that would make me biased towards evidence of it without being critical

so i must be double skepical it to make up for it

[coolcattime]

A brief overview of the Mianite Danganronpa cases, and their motives. Details under readmore.

Case 1:

Victim - Jordan Blackened - Jeriah

This first chapter the Monokuma presented motive is the fact that one member of the group is the mastermind behind the killing game and brought the rest of them here. This fact is given after the group has mostly settled and doesn't really seem to have any problems with each other (any that would lead to killing anyway). While there is a bit of questioning as to why Monokuma would give this information away, it spreads discourse throughout the group.

Jordan, throughout his time alive, is starting to gain back some memories. Despite not being able to remember his own talent, he's beginning to remember their school time together. This begins to put him at risk of discovering the mastermind and the reason they're all in the game. However, neither of these are really the reason Jeriah kills Jordan.

He's jealous, plain and simple. His ego can't comprehend that Jordan has managed to get most of the other students to follow him as the kinda leader of the group. The leader of the group should be him, and soon enough he can't hold his frustrations in anymore.

Case 2:

Victim - Gaines Blackened - Mot

When exploring the newly opened areas of the school, one room they find is the power generation room. One of the power generators is turned off, and when turned on, it opens a wall that leads into what looks like a large maze. Monokuma then appears and presents the room as their new motive. Everyone is skepical and wonders if it's worth just leaving the room and maze alone, but when they find a craving saying that the maze leads to an exit, they decide it might be worth exploring.

The real motive, however, is the power room itself. Gaines realises that all the generators are designed by him, he attempts to cover up this fact when Mot finds him doing so. Shocked, and realising the fact that Gaines must have something to do with why they're here, believing he could be the mastermind, Mot kills him only realising his mistake when the body is discovered.

Case 3:

Victim - Tom Blackened - Skipper

The Monokuma presented motive for this case is money, which is not the actual reason why Capsize and Skipper plan this killing, but the idea that they might have betrayed the group for something so selfish is partly way Capsize gets completely cut out the main group in Chapter 4.

The siblings actual motive is that they've realised that time has passed between them going to their first day at the school and waking up in the killing game, quite a lot of time. Up to this point, it's been noted by at least one character (probably Mot) that it seemed weird that both Capsize and Skipper agreed to come to the school when their business requires them to be on the move. Everyone kind of writes this off as getting into the Ultimate program is a great opportunity few would turn down, but the two actual did have a different reason to that. Their dad was sick, very sick to the point of only having a few years left, so upon realising how long they might have missed, the desperation to find out what happened gets the best of them.

Case 4:

Victims - Alyssa & Al Blackened - Alva

Realising typing this up that this case is all A, unintentional but that's fun.

The motive for this one is similar to the V3 chapter 2 motive, videos of loved ones and family, but given out throughout the group at random. These videos show the current state of these people. There's a discussion of if these videos should just be shown to everyone, an idea that the main group is against though Martha's group (Martha, Steve, Wag, and now Capsize) wants to do.

Alva knows what these videos will show, or rather what hers and Andors will show. And she will do anything to continue hiding the fact they're related. This turns more desperate as Steve starts stealing the dvds the videos are on so Martha's group can watch them. So she sends Al out to find out who has her and Andor's videos, finding out that Alyssa has Andor's and Andor has hers. So she collects the discs herself and destroys them, killing Alyssa so she can't share what was on the destroyed disc if Martha tries asking. Al, completely horrified by the fact he's been protecting someone capable of this, says he's going to tell everyone. Alva turns to him, unfeeling, and tells him simply she poisoned his drink that morning. She wasn't going to have a liability around and she knew that was what he was about to become.

Case 5:

Victim - Steve Blackened - Martha

To be fully honestly I haven't fully come up with this case as it's a chapter 5 case and they don't really get to be straight forward. But what I have planned out is that now that her group out numbers those outside out (provided she keeps Capsize on side), Martha plans an impossible case using the four of them to outwit the mastermind and force the game to end. With each one only knowing what they need to do, and neither Capsize or Wag knowing that Martha is going to kill, and one of them managing to shut down Monokuma temporarily, the case should be fool proof. Only the Seer herself should've been able to see the result, so how is it figured out?

Well, about half way through the case, someone starts laughing. The mastermind reveals themself, reveals they know the solution to the case and that they don't fancy the game ending without everyone learning the reason they were all brought here. So they give an offer: they'll reveal the solution the case and the other four will have an opportunity to bet their lives on figuring out the school's secrets. With the choice being certain death or possible death, what choice do they have but to accept?

[maverick-jones-writer]

Angsty Scene w/characters Eli and Jaedyn

A/N: so I've had the absolute most fucked week. I'm pissed that my job is trying to suck out my soul, but they can absolutely go fuck themselves. I want to start writing for my book, I have being trying to for three weeks now, and nothing is going to stop me today, not even god.

So, here is some deep angst of my favorite ship in my book, Eli and Jaedyn. I love these two and they are absolutely end game but they absolutely go through shit together so here is one of those moments. Enjoy!

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The wooden door made a loud thud as it slammed against the wall. "Tell me it's not fucking true," Jaedyn was shaking so much he could barely see straight. "Please tell me you didn't add Morgan into those plans..."

Eli pinched his nose. "I don't have time for this-"

"You're making time, so answer my fucking question!"

"Jaedyn, please," Eli turned to face him, his face grim. "It's been a long day-"

"No!" Jaedyn walked around the rounded table until he stood inches away from Eli. "You're not doing this, not to me. You can spare me five fucking minutes to explain why Morgan, a thirteen year old girl, is being placed in fucking battle plans!" He took a step closer, "You owe me that."

Eli took a deep breath. "I know you're upset, and I know you want to protect her since you have all these years. But you haven't been here. While you've been unconscious the last eight months, we've been dealing with this crisis and Morgan-" he closed his eyes tight and tsked. "She growing up, Jaedyn. She's grown up a lot while you've been recovering. You don't-" he chuckled darkly. "You don't know what she has put us through these past eight months."

"Oh my fucking God, if I hear one more fucking time about how 'I don't know the situation' because I was in a FUCKING COMA-"

"But you don't!" They were face to face now. "You don't understand what these past eight months have been like for me! Not only is every single person in the world looking to me now that Amon's experimental failure is affecting every single nation, Morgan started spiraling out of control. She's-" he huffed. "She's breaking into the training rooms at night, Jaedyn! Every. Single. Night. We put up precautions, she gets around them-"

"Fuck, Eli! Put up better fucking barriers!" Jaedyn threw up his hands. "I can't believe you're defending this. Thirteen, Eli. She's thriteen. I don't care how fucking talented she is or what catastrophe is happening in the world-"

Eli slammed Jaedyn against the wall, their noses brushing. His gaze was hot and fierce; Jaedyn felt himself wither underneath it. Eli's lips were pressed into a thin line as he spat out the words, "You don't care...because you weren't. fucking. here." His eyes began to glisten. "You've only been awake for a month, Jaedyn," his voice was low. "You haven't been outside yet. I understand your skepicism but for once..." he swallowed. "The reports aren't exaggerating. It's bad...really bad. And Morgan, well, everyone, has changed. It's a completely new world out there."

Jaedyn blinked. Looking into Eli's eyes, he could see his exhaustion run deeper than before. He bit his lip. "I...know I still have a lot of catching up to do..." he glanced down. "But I promised to look out for her, I mean," he looks pleadingly at Eli. "We both did. I just...want to understand why you think this is a good idea. I'm worried for her. I know she's 13 and her power source is large but-"

Eli pulled him into his arms. His left hand held the back of Jaedyn's head while his other arm coiled tightly around his waist. "Our battle plan is complex, and I promise to go over every single detail with you when I can. But let me reassure you now that I am taking every precaution. I have not forgotten our promise."

Once the words sank in, he wrapped his arms around Eli and buried his face in his chest. Jaedyn wasn't sure when the tears started, but they had soaked Eli's shirt by the time they pulled away.

Eli cupped his face with his hands before planting a firm kiss on Jaedyn's lips. They melted and held each other, seeking a comfort that had been forgotten.

E/N: vv short and there's stuff before and after this scene, but I wanted to get this out there and put it in my sandbox. If you read this far, I hope that tomorrow you don't encounter a red light on the road, and thank you for reading <3

[lua-stellar]

hello, I hope you're well.

-> what will it be like when I meet my future spouse?

my initials are 'ef', sun in virgo. - pls and thanks.

cards drawn: reversed the hierophant, three of cups, reversed knight of wands,

i'm getting alot of skepitcal vibes from this reading, perhaps you did not trust your future spouse at first, but you began to get to know them better and to develop feelings for them, and it seemed the same on the other end, the romance between you too will blossom so naturally it seems but in a way your fs is not the person they appeared to be, as it's right to be skepical, for some reason your fs even though they end up being your fs and this is the first meeting, they are being very dishonest with you and even manipulative, they are someone who has a short temper and is highly confrontational, they are impulsive and have a terrible lack of self-control. Your fs they may hide these negative qualities of themselves with you at first, and in the beginning the romance will feel sweet, and when its good its good but i feel as though in the long run a relationship with such a dishonest person may not be the best.

[beladi]

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[respondedinkind]

The whole sensation of this - the moment in itself - is strange to him, foreign and new; He almost feels a little vulnerable when Stephen starts to roll those pants up along his leg and then removes the cast, but Khan pushes that thought away as he simply lets the other do his thing while watching him intensely so.

He simply wants to see what's going on, wants to be aware of any possible changes in the man's demeanor, just to make sure - so he takes in the sight, his bright gaze flicking back and forth between those fingers and that face, filled with curiosity and a hint of what could be a soft sprinkle of skepicism.

Part of him wants to retreat, but another part has long since started to trust this man - so here he is, does not pull away, simply because he reminds himself that Stephen has only ever offered him kindness. He'd never been rough with him, nor had he shown any signs of attacking or causing harm to begin with.

And, just as Khan thinks about it, he feels that gentle touch of a warm thumb running along his skin. Even the unknown one's touches are soft, as if he truly worries about accidentally causing pain - it's so different from what Khan did in his past, how Khan handled most others, and he himself has never been treated in such a way before.

That might be why he swallows, why goosebumps appear wherever Stephen's touch lingers on his leg, and why Khan finds himself pressing his lips together as he watches the magic unfold in front of his very own gaze.

The sensation is familiar, reminds him of what he's felt two days ago; Warm and comfortable, almost, but also prodding in a way he can't really describe. It feels as if that magic is truly sinking through the layers of his tissue, directly to his bones, where it creates an interesting buzz, prickles even - a muscle in his thigh spasms, briefly, but then relaxes again.

And then, their gazes meet - cerulean eyes trail up to his own, right when Khan looks at Stephen's in return, and that gaze is held by him as that single word is spoken into the air between them. Magic.

It's... unbelievable, in a way, that this is happening. That magic exists. That it can.. do something like that to him, work on his body, repair it just like that. And it's remarkable that Stephen is the one to control it, that he is essentially the one to possess this power. Magic wouldn't do this to him if the other weren't here - or anyone else who can do it, for the matter.

Swallowing again, shoulders lifting and sinking as Khan takes a breath, he hesitates - then nods, his gaze still locked onto the other. "---Magic.", he confirms, obviously impressed.

stephen grabbed the chair from the desk and took a seat in it, right in front of khan. he gently put his hand underneath the broken leg and lifted it, setting it on top of stephen's lap so he didn't have to bend down to reach it. stephen then rolls up the pant leg of the sweats up to khan's knee and is efficient in taking the cast off, since it was only a temporary one.

once the cast is off, stephen can see where he had operated on the leg and gently runs his thumb over the areas where he knows the bones were broken. they were healing, yes, but they would be healed completely soon.

so, without wasting time, stephen gently braces both of his hands on khan's shin and begins to work his magic. warm, blue energy swirls around stephen's hands, beginning to seep into khan's alabaster skin. the sensation is warm, like before, but this time it seems to seep deeper into khan's frame, working its way through the injuries to knit them back together and repair the damage that had occurred.

"magic," he said softly, his cerulean hues shifting up to glance at khan for any changes in his face.

[foxymoxynoona]

do you think Jayden looks at tae’s baby pics and goes “that can’t be you. you’re old!” 😂 it’s just that i remember showing my baby pics to my baby cousin and she was like “no she’s not” when i said the little girl was me 😭😭

haha I love the disbelief of children, it's so funny. And yes, I bet Jayden is a skepic, he doesn't just believe anything, especially if Taehyung's hair and face don't look exactly like they did as a kid! I also think Jayden is the kid who'd tell people proudly he has his dad's eyes and point to Taehyung and refuse any skepticism from anyone else 🥰