#something something we stay whimsical despite it all

[mist-lightning-snap]

Been playing Arena Mode lately, here's my character Chickaboo, who's name and origin was lovingly chosen by my friends

It was a joke name, but I've actually grown quite fond of it lol

[writhyv]

⋆｡°✩ your domestic boyfriend is here

fairy of shampoo | park jongseong x male!reader

pairing: jay x male!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 1.5k

notes: HAVE SOME JAY AWOOGAH *throws fic* i just felt like doing something domestic with him ... househusband jongseong fr

There's something truly special about sharing life with the one you love. Despite the challenges, together you strive to overcome every obstacle. Sometimes, all you need is a simple hug, a kiss, or perhaps a delightful dessert to lift your spirits.

"You call this an article? Hah?" His tone was harsh, cutting through the air like a knife. Your boss was clearly furious about the piece you had just published.

"Thank goodness it hasn't been finalized! I can't believe I made you editor-in-chief!" he exclaimed, rising from his seat and storming out of the office, leaving you speechless.

It looked like there was nothing left to say. It was probably just the stress getting to him. You had tried to explain that the article was written from a specific perspective, but nothing seemed to resonate with him. Still, you shrugged it off; you understood his quirks.

Taking a deep, refreshing breath, you stepped out of the office. Your co-workers across the workspace awaited your return, curiosity etched on their faces as you entered the row of cubicles.

"Did he change hi—"

"He's on his way to the 23rd floor," you interrupted, addressing one of your anxious colleagues.

"Ugh, of course he is." She sighed, plopping back into her chair. "He doesn’t even review the articles properly! Should we change the title again?"

"That would be asking for a death sentence, wouldn’t it? This is the 25th time he’s rejected our title, and it’s just one article!" another co-worker chimed in as you settled into your own cubicle.

"Guys, you have to understand, he’s just a little preoccupied. The merger’s happening soon, and it’s been a bit chaotic for him," you explained while organizing your desk.

Your cubicle was adorned with collectible figurines and an overwhelming stack of paperwork. A broken fax machine sat on your desk, serving more as a paperweight than anything else. You checked your disheveled hair in a small mirror and quickly tidied up.

"Want a ride?" one of your co-workers offered.

"No thanks. I’m feeling a bit whimsical today," you replied with a smile.

Your colleagues exchanged knowing glances, trying to decipher your mood.

"Just make sure to stay safe. Might snow today," another co-worker warned.

"Thanks, I’ll keep an eye out," you said, shouldering your bag. You waved goodbye as you made your way to the exit, while they returned to their work.

Stepping outside, the chilly air wrapped around you. The months were getting cooler, and you couldn’t wait for the snow to fall.

Walking was never an issue for you; it was a chance to stretch your legs. Your home was nearby, and the fresh air was a welcome relief from work stress.

As you approached the corner, you spotted a familiar green car parked in the lot. A sense of urgency filled you, and you dashed upstairs, eager to see who had arrived.

"Jay!" you called as you unlocked your apartment door.

"Oh? I’m cooking!" he replied, his voice echoing from the kitchen as he washed a large piece of raw chicken. "Well, about to cook, anyway."

"I didn’t know you’d be back early!" you exclaimed, rushing into the kitchen and brushing stray hair from your forehead. "If I had known—"

"Shh." Jay flashed you a warm smile. "Take your shoes off first."

You paused, realizing you hadn’t removed your work shoes. With a sheepish grin, you hurried back to the front door to kick them off.

"Jake told me you guys were going to be late because no one was performing for the 10 PM gig, right?" you asked as you hung your clothes in a nearby closet.

"The guy showed up last minute. Had a bit of a traffic conundrum," Jay explained, moving toward the kitchen island, where he prepared a large cutting board and his trusty knife. "You came early too, didn’t you?"

You sighed, recalling the earlier chaos at work. "I’d rather forget work. I’m at home now."

You stepped closer to Jay, wrapping your arms around his waist, feeling a sense of warmth and belonging.

"I'm home," you murmured, resting your head against the crook of his neck. His smile widened, and you noticed a blush creeping onto his cheeks.

"You are," he replied softly.

Glancing at the uncut peppers and potatoes on the counter, you realized Jay was just starting to cook. You grabbed a knife and peeler, ready to join him.

"How thin?" you asked, picking up a potato.

"Just dice them. It’ll be fine," he said, finishing up the chicken. "How big do you want the chicken pieces?"

"Just enough, honey. I don’t think we need big ones today."

Jay perked up at your words. "Not today, huh? No one’s coming?"

You raised an eyebrow, curious about what he meant. "Coming? Today?"

He sighed with a chuckle, clearly amused. "Big chops it is."

You shrugged, feeling a sense of agreement. You weren’t really paying attention, but anything that made Jay smile made you content. His smirk, his smile, his constant care—these were the little things you cherished about him.

“Are you cutting those potatoes, or should I do it myself?” Jay teased, knowing your tendencies well as he felt that familiar gazing look you always do around him.

You raised the potato playfully, inching it closer to his jawline.

"Can I use your—"

"Yah! Is that clean?"

"Your jawline? I hope so—"

"Aish, get working." He nudged your stomach, turning back to chop the carrots.

After a few sweet chuckles and playful glances, Jay gently pushed you toward your room.

"Get changed." He tossed a set of clothes in your direction and closed the door softly.

Stunned, you can only look at the empty room you were left in.

A bed filled with comfy memories, walls that always shine whenever the morning sun comes, and the rugs and pillows you've buried yourself in, varying from plushies, bears and large pillows. Just how lucky are you to always wake up in this bed with such a fine man?

As you changed, you noticed the tag on the clothes he had given you. Though the price was scratched out, the brand was unmistakable.

"Bottega… Bottega?! Jay!"

You dashed out of the room, eager to confront him.

Right outside your living room, a large glass sliding door stood between it and an extensive outdoor balcony.

When Jay heard the door slide, he turned his back quickly to see what's up.

"Wait I— I guess I’m done," he chuckled.

Jay walked closer towards you with an accomplished smile on his face.

"Happy Birthday."

You couldn’t mask your surprise. You were never good at expressing your emotions, but Jay knew you well enough to see the gleam in your eyes, and nothing like a blank stare.

"You forgot, didn’t you?"

You finally smiled, walking toward him and stepping out onto your balcony.

The cold breeze complemented the warmth of a makeshift bonfire. Trays of marshmallows and cookies were laid out, alongside a table set with your favorite chicken dish and a bottle of wine, ready for a cozy night in.

"I thought… it was just a normal night," you said, feeling tears well up.

"We can always do movie nights," Jay said, taking a step closer. "Tonight is your birthday. I just wanted to do something special."

You were overwhelmed. Movie nights had been a tradition for years, yet how could you forget your own birthday? Jay always tried to make you feel cherished, and tonight was no exception.

"This tops last year, right?" he asked with a competitive grin.

"You’re always like this, Jay."

"Like what?"

"Generous ... Loving ... Loving me so generously." You chuckled at the tone, and softly stopped as you admired him, appreciating how he made you feel valued, even though you both can only do so much in your life right now.

"This is the most I can do."

"You know you can do everything."

"I’ll do everything for you. That’s what I want."

He pulled you close, capturing your lips in an intimate kiss. The warmth of his hands cradled your face, and you savored the moment.

"Mhm… that was refreshing," you said, pulling away slightly.

"Your tongue still acts like it’s thirsty, huh?" he teased. "I’m not going anywhere, honey."

You smiled and playfully pinched his nose. "I’m just savoring what I have right now. Very delectable."

Jay grinned, then playfully shoved his cold hands against your chest.

"Ah!" You flinched, realizing you had forgotten to wear the outfit he had given you.

"Being underdressed isn’t allowed here, right? You little deviant," he laughed.

"You!" You scratched your head and rushed back to your room to change into the clothes he bought you.

"Why did you buy something so expensive?!" you called from your bedroom.

"I saved up for it, okay? You better wear it often!" he replied, grinning as you stepped out, his gaze sweeping over you.

"I knew it would fit you," he said, appreciating how the outfit complemented you.

"At least I look good," you pondered, still hesitant about wearing something so luxurious.

"You always do," he assured you.

As he embraced you from behind, you felt the rhythm of his heartbeat against your back, a comforting presence.

"I love you," Jay whispered, tightening his hold.

"I love you too," you replied, kissing his forehead. There was no feeling quite like being held close by someone so special.

Outside, delicate white flakes began to drift through the air. Snow began to fall, gently blanketing the world around you both in white.

"Hey," Jay said, pulling away slightly. "Want to dance?"

You nodded, and he pulled out his phone, playing a soft tune. As the music filled the air, he took your hand and led you to the middle of the balcony, where the snow swirled around you like a dream.

With each sway and twirl, you lost yourself in the moment, the world fading away as you danced with Jay under the falling snow.

Okay maybe I want ENHA to cover fairy of shampoo ... also i really thought the song was about being in love with someone despite the struggles of life so i was like i gotta put ma mans out there because i know he's be perfect for something like this 😭🖐

| masterlist! | previous | next |

[ouiouimochi]

Once upon a dream

pairing/s: soshiro hoshina x reader

genre/s: fluff, romance, strangers (?) to lovers

wc: 1.9k

warning/s: use of honorifics, oonga boonga words, no beta we die like men, unintentional hoshino (hoshina fan from kaiju relax) slander, me and my unnecessary comments >:)), okay hoshina might be ooc-,

note/s: reader wears glasses and is a romantic, so like this was yet again done in different days and times so there could be inconsistencies, inspired by my dream and today’s art class funnily enough

༚⁠˖✧⁠*◝.⁠·༚⁠˖✧⁠*◝.⁠·༚⁠˖✧⁠*◝.⁠·༚⁠˖✧⁠*◝.⁠·༚⁠˖✧⁠*◝.⁠·༚⁠˖✧⁠*◝.⁠·༚⁠˖✧⁠*◝.⁠·

“—no doubt that I’d be brought back to you”

You had awakened yet again with a fuzzy feeling, quickly followed by emptiness when reality had sunken in. Every time leaving you with the want of just staying in your whimsical dreamscape— something deep down whispering for you to remain in the state of slumber forever in hopes to never ever be separated from the man in your dreams.

You didn't know him at all— a complete stranger that brought out a sense of familiarity. You can vividly remember every damndest detail from the events that took place and could easily recall everything from start to finish but not the man’s identity for some reason. You could remember his frame, silhouette, voice, and hair… but his face remained blank in your memories despite the frequency of these rendezvous.

Unable to keep to your own thoughts, you wrote the paragraphs that did more than encapsulate your feelings. With words, you built up the most enchanting castle made out of daydreams, blooming gardens of vivid emotions, a blanket of twinkling stars that held each and every wish you had— everything that one can describe straight out from fantasy. Your readers felt themselves be whisked away into the rabbit hole of your phantasms, indistinguishably blurring the line between reality and dreams.

Now, you've already made yourself a bit well-known despite being an anonymous writer under the pen name of Somni Vespera. Your alias encompassing the content of your writing— dreamy, surreal, whimsical… as if straight out of a fantasy. A modern day Salvador Dali with the pen. And this work in particular blew up quite quickly after release, greatly worrying you in regards to your anonymity, but you were able to thankfully keep your identity hidden.

In certain writing forums and communities,

readridreed882: Somni’s latest work is just *chef’s kiss*

ehEEhEE: God, how does somni do it???

1gorjusgojo: i gotta wonder where they’d been getting these ideas from though… they just feel so unreal

paragraph_palace: Unreal yeah, but fleetingly romantic

meepysheep: do they have a muse???

༚⁠˖✧⁠*◝.⁠·༚⁠˖✧⁠*◝.⁠·༚⁠˖✧⁠*◝.⁠·

As a fan of literature itself, your works did not pass by the radar of Soshiro Hoshina— if anything, someone can say he was a fan. His eyes continued to scan lines and lines of your latest writing again and again to make sure he wasn't imagining it. He was troubled with how your storytelling beyond perfectly emulated the feelings, sentiments, and experiences he had the past few months. He observed the parallels between his own dreamscape encounters and your paragraphs— a multitude of them utterly aligned.

The man wanted to contact the author to get answers to his questions, to confirm his suspicions. However, it seems impossible to do so when the said writer themself chose to stay hidden, so he can only be disappointed and settle to conclude that it was just one big coincidence.

But deep down, his heart yearned— doubting that it was just a coincidence no matter how irrational it made him seem. The ever so calm and collected vice captain of the Third Division found himself haunted by the same feeling every slumbering and waking moments.

and he never wanted it to stop.

༚⁠˖✧⁠*◝.⁠·༚⁠˖✧⁠*◝.⁠·༚⁠˖✧⁠*◝.⁠·

The sound of a tinkling bell echoes throughout the quaint cafe as you open the door. Your senses were greeted by the refreshing smell of coffee and freshly baked pastries, eyes soothed by the muted and minimalistic visuals of the interior. There was quite a bit of a line so you also queued yourself up, your eyes bringing itself up to the big menu behind the counter. However, something caught your attention first— an oh so familiar hairstyle that you've well memorized. The more you stared, the more you immediately doubted it was the mystery man in your dreams.

However, there was an itch telling you that maybe it was him despite confidently saying it can't be him. You were stuck observing this male, any outsider would’ve immediately noticed the intensity of your gaze if they do as much as take a glimpse. The man takes his place at the front of the line to get his order taken, your ears strained to try listening for his voice but unsuccessful in doing so. You waited for a while until he started to move, he turned around.

Who could blame you for immediately displaying an expression of disappointment? You really tried to hold back a grimace but failed— hopefully no one was watching you at the moment. The man who had the exact same hairstyle as the man in your dreams… looked like a man in his late 30’s. Now, you were quite the judge at times, and you criticized even yourself, but you wanted to facepalm at your stupidity. Okay fine, the man in your dream was faceless, but oh lord— he was not the one.

There were plenty of differences aside from… the face… like the height, build, and silhouette keep telling yourself that jk. You were right the first time, it was just the stupid little daydreamer in you wanting it to be him.

You might write the greatest and unrealistic of fantasies— but you admit you need to keep your delulu delusions in check.

༚⁠˖✧⁠*◝.⁠·༚⁠˖✧⁠*◝.⁠·༚⁠˖✧⁠*◝.⁠·

Kafka and Kikoru were people on a mission: to snap a photo of Vice Captain Hoshina with his eyes open. Now, the young blond didn't even know how she got dragged into this, but thanks to the old man— here she was. She thought of how stupid this was, how utterly dumb and absolutely brain-numbing it was… but she also thought how fun it'd be.

Scratch that, it was entirely idiotic of a notion to try and get the vice captain to open his eyes with the strategies Kafka came up with. Here they were in a cafe with yet another plan curated by the older male from Operations Manager Okonogi’s suggestion.

“This is stupid, we've tried a lot already!” she finally snapped, wanting to just leave the camera to the older male.

“Relax! This was from Okonogi-san who knew the Vice Captain for quite a while already…” even the ravenette sounded unsure of himself as he tried to convince the younger female.

Kikoru becomes irked, making the older male turn around to completely bicker with him. They were both unaware of their surroundings as their vice captain only amusedly watched on but unable to hear their conversation. The blonde becomes too preoccupied with arguing with the ravenette that it becomes too late for her to notice she was pushing the older male to bump into an unsuspecting person.

You fall forward and onto the tiled floor when an unexpected force collides with your back. You were not mad— if anything you were worried about the heat of every onlooker’s gaze on your fallen form. You couldn't see very well when your glasses also fell off— you were beyond embarrassed trying to pat around the ground for it.

“Here.” A voice with a soothing timbre echoed into your ears. The sound alone sends a subtle shiver down your spine with how comforting it was— just like the one you hear in your dreams. A hand offered itself in front of your face so you placed yours tentatively on top. The person then hoisted you up back on your feet as you patted yourself down for any dust. The person held out an object in your direction for you to take— it was your glasses.

Your head shot up to look at the slightly blurry figure of a male in front of you— a familiar one. You blink to try and discern more details before deciding to slip on your frames. While everything finally cleared, your eyes immediately locked into the rich burgundy orbs perfectly situated on a finely sculpted face framed by the recognizable hairstyle.

Time and reality paused and ceased to exist at that specific moment. A flash of recognition passed by both of your dumbstruck expressions as a magnetizing force seemed to pull you closer to each other— to fit into the other’s final piece. Despite only having met him now and not wanting to assume, you were sure that it was him this time around— your mysterious dream guy. It seemed like he recognized you too.

“I'm sorry… but have we met before?” your voice managed to find itself to question this male with the most captivating presence.

Hoshina blinked but did not break his gaze from yours, his eyes crinkled a bit in mirth with a charming smile on his lips.

“I don't think so but I believe yer' the woman of my dreams” fuckign screaming atm his accent managed to leak out. Literally—days and nights, no matter how short. When he closed his eyes, he was always greeted by the loveliest sights and treated to the most wonderful of experiences his reality couldn't offer. The weirdest was he vividly remembers every little detail without fail after awakening— the feeling of the rain, the freshly cut blades of grass, the soft hands holding his own, the smile that gave him indescribable warmth. Every waking moment entailed being filled with emotions he was sure he wouldn't feel in his entire life due to the nature of his job. but here he was, feeling the exact same fondness as he was faced with the oh so familiar stranger he made memories with in what he thought were just fantasies.

You bit your lip, trying to stop the smile creeping up your lips. Wanting to confirm, you started uttering the promise that remained constant in all of your dreams,

“When the blossoms are shed to start anew…” you tried to remain steady in your locked gazes, crossing your fingers to allow fate to give its blessings. A few moments beat by, your heart thumping in your ears as this man’s mouth opened slightly in surprise. Your hope started to diminish with every ticking second, until he uttered the very words you wanted to hear.

“..no doubt that I’d be brought back to you”

Your heart was about to burst with how quickly it pumped blood into flushing your cheeks with a healthy glow when you smiled so earnestly at the technically still a stranger man. He reciprocates, your enthusiasm was quite contagious.

“Soshiro Hoshina, m’ lady” he gently took one of your hands to bring it up to his lips, a giggle escaping your own pair. Everything was practically falling into place even if it seemed strange to an outsider's perspective.

“(Y/n) (L/n),” you switched your hands’ position to rest his on top of yours before kissing the back of it, responding in kind to his earlier gesture, “Great to meet you.”

I tried

༚⁠˖✧⁠*◝.⁠·༚⁠˖✧⁠*◝.⁠·༚⁠˖✧⁠*◝.⁠·༚⁠˖✧⁠*◝.⁠·༚⁠˖✧⁠*◝.⁠·༚⁠˖✧⁠*◝.⁠·༚⁠˖✧⁠*◝.⁠·༚

Unbeknownst to you two, Kikoru and Kafka were just gawking the whole time. Both of them wanted to profusely apologize immediately after realizing what they’d done, but their vice captain beat them into offering the fallen person help. Everything got stuck at the back of their throats as they witnessed everything, absolutely stunned. The young blonde blushing at watching something that felt… intimate.

But they unfortunately completely missed out on the opportunity to snap the picture for the mission. Guess the Tachikawa Base would be welcoming two new additions of people with the vice captain’s bowl cut.

༚⁠˖✧⁠*◝.༚⁠˖✧⁠*◝.༚⁠˖✧⁠*◝.༚⁠˖✧⁠*◝.༚⁠˖✧⁠*◝.༚⁠˖✧⁠*◝.༚⁠˖✧⁠*◝.༚⁠˖✧⁠*

taglist bbs: @ryescapades (mwa for helping me decide), @justwinginglife, @iamjellyfish,

notes: funny how I initially wrote it like they remained on the floor the whole time this shit happened until I had to revise it, yes welcome to delulu where the outside world just doesn't exist anymore ehe (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠). also feel dumb for only discovering the thing that makes the font size smaller just now *facepalm*

[carmillascrusade]

Bleeding Hearts| Vanessa (SB) x F!Reader

I do not own any of these photos and all rights go to the owners. If you know the artist of the middle photo, please let me know!

Summary: Vanessa comes home after one of her shifts with a young boy in tow.

Word count: 1419

A/N: this is my first fanfic that I have written so please be kind! Also I’m not sure if this counts as angst or not? So I’ll just say hurt/comfort lmao. Also, this is based on security breach Vanessa instead of film Vanessa.

The sun rose in the east. Red and orange flames flickering whimsically in the depths of the horizon, but melancholic despite the beauty of their hue. The hand holding the lamp continues to rise, lifting the ball of fire further into the still morning sky. An arc of luminance bestows itself upon the horizon; mirrored in the crystal waters of the rainwater puddles scattered in your front garden, devoid of all colour but that of the rising sun.

Vanessa stumbled through the front door, a sunken look marred her features; casting a gloomy shadow over her hollowed face, once radiant with joy. Behind her trailed a small boy, scratches and bruises littering his face with an array of discolouration. His eyes fell to you and he grabbed hold of Vanessa’s hand, shielding himself behind her body from your peering eyes.

“Vanessa?” You reached out cautiously, afraid that moving too fast or speaking too loudly would spook her. “What happened? Are you alright?”

Vanessa threw herself upon you, latching on to you as a frightened babe would their mother. You stroked your hands through the hair that had escaped her once pristine ponytail, now tattered with flyaways and grime.

She stayed in your grasp for what felt like aeons, sobbing incoherently in the crook of your shoulder. The small boy still stood behind her, eyes stripped of any emotions besides fear. Who was the boy and what had happened to him?

“Vanessa, my love.” You murmured into her ear, causing her eyes to snap up towards you. “Who’s your little friend?” You asked, gesturing briefly towards the boy.

“Oh.” She sighed shakily. “He has nowhere else to go. Please can he stay here with us? Just until we find somewhere more suitable.” She pleaded voice tinged with something akin to regret.

You glanced between the two of them as you let go of Vanessa and gingerly approached the boy. Crouching down to his eye level you asked him his name and if her would like to check out the spare room with you.

Gregory, as you just learned, anxiously followed you to the spare room, glancing back at Vanessa from time to time. You showed him the bed and the en-suite and apologised for the lack of pyjamas you had for him.

Shouting Vanessa in, you asked them if they were hungry to which they shook their head stating that they were both just tired. Nodding, you tucked Gregory in wishing him a good night and brought Vanessa to your shared bedroom. She trailed behind you sluggishly, resting the majority of her weight on your back and you navigated throughout the house.

“Would you like a bath, Nessa? Or would you prefer to go straight to bed?” You asked, already beginning to undress her from her security clothing. A muttered bed was all you got in return as she moved pliantly with your soft gestures. You hummed quietly as you sat her on the bed, moving towards the dresser to grab her a pair of pyjamas.

Once finished changing her and wiping some of the dirt from her face with a wet wipe, you climbed into bed next to her; pressing a kiss to her forehead before turning out the bedside lamp.

You were woken by the soft creak of the bedroom door, a slither of light briefly casting a warm glow in the dark confines of your bedroom. A small figure wearily stepped into the room, blocking the light partially to cast an ominous shadow over your bed.

“Gregory?” You called out groggily. “Are you okay?”

Gregory walked further into your room and shut the door, you could barely make out his hand wringing together due to the newfound darkness. Vanessa’s soft snores filled the room as Gregory approached you, shyly asking if he could sleep in your bed as he had a nightmare.

Your eyes softened as you looked upon the frail boy, shaking with nerves and the lingering adrenaline from his nightmare. Tapping the bed, you gestured for Gregory to get in between you and Vanessa. He excitedly jumped up and settled in, muttering a quiet ‘haven’t slept in a real bed for so long’.

Your heart broke at the thought of this sweet boy lacking a proper bed and the conditions he must have been subject to before Vanessa brought him home. Watching the two of them slumber peacefully before you closed your eyes, you decided that you’d speak to Vanessa in the morning about adopting Gregory.

Vanessa was awoken by a small hand gently slapping her on the face. She scrunched her nose in confusion. Why had your hands shrunk all of a sudden?

Blinking the sleep from her eyes, she was greeted by the sight of Gregory curled up into your side; one of his hands flung over Vanessa’s face while the other Liddell gripped your T-shirt. Your head rested atop his, one hand flung over him and resting on Vanessa’s hip as you smiled in your sleep.

Vanessa grinned softly at this, her previous worries of you not liking Gregory flying out of the window. Perhaps you would consider taking him in? After all, he had saved her and she found it only fair to do the same.

She pressed a soft kiss to your lips, careful not to rouse you from your sleep, as she got out of bed. Trudging to the kitchen to make breakfast for the three of you, she pulled out her phone and quit her security guard job immediately. All that job has ever brought was pain and it was about time she quit.

Soft footsteps could be heard down the hallway as Vanessa was scouting her phone for new jobs. You wrapped your hands around her neck, pressing up against her back as you lazily rested your head on her shoulder. Peeking at her phone screen, you kissed her cheek before speaking.

“Looking for a new job?” You questioned, although it was more of a statement.

“Hmmm, I think it’s about time I get another job. Don’t you agree?” She turned to face you, eyes flickering to your lips and back up to your eyes again.

Kissing her delicately on the lips, you started to run your fingers through her hair. “You know I’ll support you in whatever you choose to do, sweetheart.”

You looked over to the eggs that were about to burn due to Vanessa getting distracted and chuckled slightly as you went over the save them. A burst of courage came over you as your back was turned, Vanessa unable to see your face and you hers.

“So…” you started. “About Gregory,”

“What about him?”

“What do you plan on doing with him?”

Vanessa went silent. The only noise coming from you plating three sets of breakfast up. You turned towards her and handed her her plate, putting Gregory’s in the oven for later.

“Like I said before, Nessy, I will always support you in what you choose to do. And if you want to adopt Gregory then I will back you in that. If you don’t, that’s okay too.” You whispered into her ear, hugging her with your free arm.

She looked up at you with tear-filled eyes, the crystal clear substance just on the brink of falling over the but never reaching the turning point. A soft smile graced your features as you brushed away the beginning of tears with the pads of your thumbs.

“Oh, Vanessa.” You coed.

“I- I want to keep him, baby.” She stuttered, averting her gaze from your prying eyes. Why would you think of her now? The two of you have never spoken about children before. Would you leave her?

You were overjoyed at the prospect of adopting Gregory. Tears threatened to overcome your own eyes and you brought Vanessa into a tight hug. You didn’t want this moment to end.

“I’m so glad you said that! I wanted to keep him too. I’ve always wanted a family with you, ness. Although untraditional, I’m glad we have this opportunity to do so.”

Vanessa was awestruck at your willingness to accept, not only her, but Gregory into your life. You were her light in the darkness. Her lifeline. You shone brighter than the sun to Vanessa and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

“I love you.” She whispered over and over again like prayer. For she would worship you for the rest of your lives; just as you will her.

A/N II: thank you for taking the time to read this and I hope you enjoyed?

[rakhalofthestars]

Scent

Chapter 2 of my mini-series Stimuli!

Summary: If the cyborg cowboy that you knew and loved so well was turned into a perfume, what notes would you find?

Tags: Fluff, Bittersweet, Gender neutral reader, Established relationship, light banter

wc: 882

If you were to siphon out the very essence of what made Boothill…well, Boothill and turned it into a fragrance, what notes do you reckon would be found?

It was a question that you often found yourself pondering late at night when the man’s insomnia would get the better of him and you’d stay up to keep him company. When you first spoke the question out loud, you received a soft and tired chuckle from him, smelling the bittersweet aroma of the Marlboro he had between his lips. 

“Darlin’, I think yer gettin’ a bit too balmy fer my likin’. I reckon you oughta hit the hay now. I’ll be fine stayin’ awake by mahself,” Boothill remarked with a visible amount of amusement in his tone, tapping ash off the burning stick onto the ashtray beside him.

“I’m not that sleepy. It’s a perfectly valid question. You just lack joy and whimsy,” you had quipped, a subtle furrow between your brows. 

“Ain’t much to be joyful an’ whimsical about in mah life.” “What am I, then? Your next door neighbour?” “You’re too good f’me, that’s what ya are.” And that was the end of that line of conversation, at least verbally. You, however, continued to mull it over, going as far as to bury your face as much as you could in the crook of Boothill’s neck without the hard metal digging against your jawbone and breathing in deeply. What was it that made Boothill who he was? What was it that allowed you to recognize the cowboy with just your nose before any of your other senses registered his presence?

Perhaps, you reason, it’s the scent of metal, first and foremost. With your nose against the juncture where brown skin met black metal, you could easily pick up the metallic scent one tends to associate with such materials. That’s not all, however. Concentrating with all your might, there were also faint traces of the polish Boothill would use to continue gleaming like silver. The scent was often stronger when he had just done maintenance on his body, either by himself or with your help. But it still lingered along with notes of something rotten in the oil that kept his joints lubricated and from squeaking like a neglected door hinge. Scents that indicated that the cowboy you spent countless days showering in love, was not quite human. Not anymore at least.

“Lan above, what’re you? A bloodhound? Quit sniffin’ like yer hankerin’ fer some snow.”

“I’m doing valuable research.” “Like hell ya are. That buff lookin’ haughty grape that we met in Penacony would’a keeled over hearin’ yer words.” “Just be a good boy and stop distracting me.” “Don’t use that deep magic against me.” “Your ears are blushing.”

“Bullshirt”, followed by a brief yet lingering kiss.

Maybe if you wound back the clock to a time long before either of you had met, before Boothill was even Boothill, he used to smell like the grassy plains where he had spent hours running about with his siblings. Perhaps, the young boy of yore used to smell like the horses he rode and the sheep that his family would tame. You imagined a youthful, more carefree, version of the cowboy entering his home and being nagged by his ma to take a shower for he smelled like the clear creeks where he would swim like an otter. For all you knew, the boy might’ve gone to sleep smelling like the steamed vegetables and warm glass of milk he had for dinner.

Despite the cruelties inflicted on Boothill by the heartless hands of fate, he was born a human and nothing could take that away. Therefore, you could sense more than just the harsh notes of metal and oil when in his presence. You could smell all that made him human. 

After every successful, or even unsuccessful, mission, you could smell the peaty notes of Asdana’s White Oak on his breath, sometimes being heavier than usual if he was hit with a particularly bad case of the blue devils. The smoky and acrid aroma of spent gunpowder would hang heavy on him along with subtle hints of a liquid copper from enemies that had gotten too close for their own good. 

The slower and peaceful days, which tended to be filled with quiet domesticity, smelled warm and spicy, you had noticed. Undoubtedly, it must come from the aftershave Boothill would use or maybe from his leather clothes after you had the chance to put them in the wash.  “If I didn’t know any better, sugar, I would’a said you look like a pervert sniffin’ some poor soul’s britches.”

“Please never say that ever again.”

“Then get yer nose outta mah jacket, lovely.”

At the end of the day, there were countless aspects to Boothill that made him, him. So, to return to the question of what kind of fragrance he’d be, the answer would be an ever-changing one. It all comes down to the situation. But one characteristic that would remain as a constant in the notes of a hypothetical perfume that represented the cowboy, it’d be that the scent would remind one of home. Of a home long gone and a home that exists not as a place but as a person.

[rayshippouuchiha]

TBH the lack of Real Respect Tsuna and Skull both get makes me wanna see ‘em just… Vanish. They aren’t hurt, or in trouble, but they both end up tired as hell and want like. One (1) year to themselves, without being called shit like useless or lackey or weak. So they fuck off and onto some whimsical journey across the world, probably running into the fair folk or some shit (because Tsuna’s Super Anxiety would make him a damn hard target for them, and I feel like they’d just Vibe with Skull. Immortal and all that).

Meanwhile, everyone back in Namimori is losing. their. shit. Trying to find their two dumbasses, flipping every damn stone over because they’ve Clearly been kidnapped. No One notices the note Tsuna and Skull left, because Skull still isn’t the best at writing and Tsuna’s Super Anxiety kicked in and said that if he wrote it he’d never get his goddamn vacation.

To clarify, this is meant to be (mostly) humorous, but I’m curious to see where you’d go with an idea like this. I just want Skull and Tsuna to travel the world together TBH. Feel like they’d make good brothers.

Oh oh yes. Obviously there'll be humor but, well, it's me and we all know how these things eat my brain and I have to give them some bite so:

Skull isn't really one of Arcobaleno that Tsuna generally spends much time with.

When it comes to the Strongest, the ones Tsuna's found himself spending the most time with has always been Reborn and, surprisingly enough, Fon.

Reborn is around more often than not, content to keep torturing Tsuna even if his official title has shifted from Demon Tutor to Demon Tutor/Advisor.

And Fon's tendency to stop by frequently can be chalked up to I-pin and the fact that, for some reason, the Storm seems to be under the impression that hanging around Tsuna will, somehow, help him grow closer to Hibari.

Which is something that doesn't really make much sense to Tsuna. Even after years of being dragged into and out of various ridiculous shenanigans together, and despite recent Hibari's tendency to commandeer Tsuna's bed or floor or balcony at random times to nap, Tsuna's still not convinced that Hibari actually remembers he exists whenever they're not in the same room together.

And sometimes not even then.

A part of Tsuna also suspects that the "Small Animal" title he carries now might just be Hibari's way of getting around the fact that he doesn't remember Tsuna's actual name anymore.

It is, much like most everything else involving Hibari and Tsuna's thoughts about him, confusing and difficult for Tsuna to make up his mind about.

So, besides Reborn's continued sadism and Fon regularly attempting to use Tsuna as some kind of emotional Switzerland and/or human sacrifice to Hibari, Tsuna tends to see the other Arcobaleno on a bit of a floating schedule.

Viper, as Reborn has taken to insisting everyone outside of the Varia call the Mist, tends to blip in and out every once in a while. Often bringing news from Xanxus and leaving with anything strawberry flavored in Tsuna's house and whatever money he might have in his wallet at the moment.

Lal Mirch and Colonello tend to arrive and depart together, attached at the hip now no matter how much they bicker.

Verde's version of checking in seems to come in the form of sending whatever new robot or nightmare construct he's thought of to attack Tsuna and "gather data".

But Skull?

Tsuna rarely sees Skull.

The Cloud floats in and out of town only rarely and never stays longer than absolutely necessary. Often times he's gone within the hour.

Which is, in Tsuna's opinion, actually kind of a shame.

Because the thing is, Tsuna actually likes Skull.

Oh, he hadn't a few years ago when they'd first come across each other.

No back then Tsuna had hated each new and increasingly ridiculous trap/trick/shenanigan and situation Reborn had managed to push him into.

Skull had just been another irritation on a rapidly increasing list of things Tsuna hadn't wanted to deal with.

But ,,,

Well, it hadn't taken Tsuna long to realize that Skull and he were much more alike than he'd ever thought possible back at the beginning.

And now, with a few years of Reborn and this mafia headache under his belt?

Now Skull's someone that Tsuna wouldn't actually mind seeing more of.

Even though he knows it's not likely to happen.

Mainly because Tsuna's not actually a complete idiot no matter what some people still seem to think.

Tsuna's seen enough interactions between Reborn and Skull to have a pretty good idea about where some of the chips in that relationship fall.

Plus Hyper Intuition is helpful for more than just life-or-death battles these days even if Tsuna's not made that fact as openly obvious as he might once have.

It's yet another area in which Tsuna's found he can sympathize with Skull.

Because Tsuna also has a hyper-violent sadist he half wishes he could care less about sometimes.

Which is why Tsuna's so surprised to see a familiar pair of leather-clad legs dangling over the edge of the roof when he steps out onto his balcony, desperate to escape the screaming and general chaos that has once again taken over his house.

Tsuna goes to call out only for that familiar flare of warning heat to snap his mouth closed.

Instead Tsuna does something that he wouldn't have been able to a few short years ago.

He reaches up, grabs the edge of his roof in one hand, and pulls himself up onto the tiles above him.

When he's kneeling on the roof a few seconds later Tsuna finds himself glad that he didn't make too much noise, glad that he didn't draw any attention to Skull.

Because Skull's currently laid out on Tsuna's roof, legs dangling over the side but arms pillowed behind his head, helmet settled at his hip and eyes trained on the night sky and face almost eerily blank.

It is, Tsuna can't help but think, the quietest he's ever seen Skull.

It's honestly a little unsettling.

But, worst of all somehow in Tsuna's opinion, is the fact that Skull looks ,,, tired.

He doesn't even bother to greet Tsuna beyond flicking those vibrant violet eyes in his direction before going back to his star gazing.

To Tsuna, Skull has never looked more like everything he was taught a Cloud is supposed to be than in this moment.

Cold.

Illusive.

Bound to drift away.

The thought sends a shiver of premonition down Tsuna's spine.

Tsuna finds himself laying down on the roof beside him, legs dangling over the edge and arms folded behind his head.

Their elbows are just barely brushing.

And all the while a flickering whisper in the back of Tsuna's mind sings.

"I'm tired," Tsuna finds himself saying some silent drawn-out minutes later.

A beat of silence.

"Yeah," Skull sighs, voice lower and smoother than Tsuna has ever heard it before, "me too."

"I," Tsuna pauses, swallows, feels his Intuition surge and sharpen, "I love my friends and I know they care too but sometimes I just ,,,"

Tsuna trails off because he knows that Skull understands without him ever having to finish.

"Wish you could go to sleep and wake up on the opposite end of the world so that maybe you could get some rest and peace before they inevitably find you again?" Skull offers.

"Yes," The answer practically bursts out of Tsuna.

Another beat of silence.

"I've got an airship," Skull announces.

Tsuna hears it for the offer it is.

"They'd find us," Tsuna points out softly, twisting just a bit so he's looking Skull in the face. "They'd hunt us down and drag us both back."

The smirk Skull sends him in return is far darker and slyer than any expression Tsuna's ever seen on his face before.

"Oh, malysh nebo," Skull practically purrs, "they could certainly try."

[ruruvxz]

Perfect style she doesn’t try — CRUEL AFAIR

The Woman Who Left Too Soon; Lara Raj, the lead singer and coveted music producer for Katseye, has never felt the need for useless romance. Don't get her wrong— she loves a good chummy romance, but it was never really for her. That could partly be blamed on her past lover, who abruptly left her just to become some indie artist, but then again, the tides change, and so do the people. And what the— she's famous now, she's unstoppable, she can pull anyone, so why the hell is the woman who left her in the dust, pretending to be all buddy-buddy with her.

PROFILES∿ payroll advocates

#masterlist, #nightmare blunt rotation

Y/N ❀ yntopia & hamsterlover717

"if all the evil lesbians came together and made one evil lesbian, it would be Y/N." This is the Ramona flowers people tell you to STAY AWAY from, she will always be the no.1 self sabotager, at this point you don't need to get someone to ruin her relationship, she destroys it herself. The type of manic pixie dream girl that you'd most likely see in your worst romcom nightmares, than in a young adult novel dream. But to give her some credit, her heart is always in the right place, and does everything in the interest of others.

JENNIE KIM ❀ jenniekim & prettygirlzz

"Not sisters, sisters in arms" Jennie has always been Y/N's older sister figure. Since she got picked up by the music industry at a fairly young age, she taught Y/N the ropes of what it took to be a musician and even taught her some dances here and there. Despite not talking a lot due to conflict schedules, she has always been someone Y/N could rely on, so much so, that whenever Y/N has relationship issues she runs to Jennie first than anyone else. Although, she can be a bit too blunt at times.

AERI UCHINAGA ❀ aerichandesu & aeriopium

"get out of my comments man! go do something" No.1 nosy nancy, loves drama and loves being a nonchalant instigator, who somehow always starts all the drama in the gc and on stan accounts. Also Y/N's biggest defender and ENDER! They became friends on complete accident during a fashion show over their collective love for the brand chrome hearts, and have been inseparable since then. Is usually seen egging on and enabling Y/N with her bad decisions, but if ever confronted she says "free will! yolo!"

YUNJIN HUH ❀ jenaissante & jennifersbody88

"Birds of a feather, we will always flock together" Yunjin has seen all the phases of y/n, from when they where toddlers in child acting classes, to preforming on the same stage together. She has been by y/n's side like a rock, even through y/ns hoe era, she never once questioned her. Although they are the main perpetrators for beefing on the timeline, everyday theres a new fight to be made.

NING YIZHUO ❀ imnotningning & jpegningning

“So what if people find you weird?” One of sweetest yet sassiest woman y/n has ever had the pleasure of being friends with. She’s more on the reserved side, but that also makes her a great observer, most of the time the assumptions she makes about people are right. Her advice giving isn’t the best but trust she can smell a fake friend from a mile away— she actually met y/n when she helped her escape from a house party!

YOONCHAE JEUNG ❀ yo0n_cha3 & yooninurwalls

"You know what, hell yeah." No one knows how she got in this groupchat, she said she was friends with Eunchae, Yunjin's fellow member, and Ahyeon, Jennie's fellow label mate, but in complete honesty she doesn't know how she ended up in this group. The token evil little sister every group needs, and also unironically the most sane one out of the 5 girls. She helps mediate most conflicts with her fun and whimsical charm, and is Jennie's personal favorite among all the girls .

[the-fiction-witch]

Warm

Media - Game Of Thrones Character - Viserys Targaryen Couple - Viserys X Reader Reader - Y/n (Sister & Wife) [Targaryens you know] Rating - 15 Word Count - 1468

Fictional Advent Day Thirteen

Viserys stood in the narrow alley, doing his utmost to suppress the shivers that coursed through his body. The icy rain cascaded from the ominous clouds overhead, each drop stinging like tiny needles against his skin. Clutching his sisters tightly in his arms, he drew them as close as possible, trying to shield them from the relentless chill that threatened to seep into their bones.

He had nestled himself into the recesses of the alley, seeking refuge from the merciless downpour. The dampness clung heavily to the air, and each gust of wind would cruelly sweep over him, sending waves of icy rain cascading down his back and soaking his silvery Valyrian hair. He could feel the shivering forms of his sisters pressed against him, their small frames trembling not only from the cold but also from the underlying fear that shrouded them in this dark and desolate place.

Viserys gazed down at them, determination etched onto his face. Despite the biting cold and the gloomy evening, he resolved to keep them safe and warm, drawing all the warmth of his spirit into that small, protective bubble they formed together. The world beyond the alley felt distant and menacing, but in that moment, he was all they had, and he would not falter.

“Viserys? I’m hungry.” Dany begged looking up at him with tears in her violet eyes,

“I know Dany, It’ll be alright,” Viserys muttered the shivers in his voice,

Without warning, a window situated high above them creaked open, releasing a rush of icy, murky water that plummeted downward. The frigid liquid splashed forcefully against the weathered cobblestones, sending droplets shooting in all directions. As it cascaded down, the water drenched them completely, soaking their clothes and chilling them to the bone, while the foul stench wafted up to greet their senses.

“We- we can’t stay here Viserys,” Y/n muttered,

He nodded, tightening his grip around the girls as they cautiously stepped out of the shadowy alley and into the tempestuous streets. The relentless rain lashed at them, each droplet a cold reminder of the unforgiving weather, while the biting wind threatened to sweep Dany right out of Visery's arms. Their clothes quickly soaked through, the damp fabric clinging to their skin and sending chills deep into their very bones.

As they trudged through the downpour, the distant glow of flickering flames from nearby buildings cut through the enveloping darkness, casting whimsical bands of light that danced across the wet pavement. Despite the allure of the warmth those flames promised, the harsh elements around them made it clear that shelter from the storm was desperately needed. Each step forward was a struggle against the elements, but together they forged on, determined to find refuge amidst the chaos.

Visery’s legs trembled so badly that he fell to the stone,

“Viserys!” Y/n called using all her strength to try and help her bother to his feet, “We can’t go on like this, we’ll freeze to death if we’re out here any longer.”

“Where else will we go y/n?” His tone began angry but shifted to the whines of utter desperation,

“I don’t know… but there must be something,” She whimpers the two’s eyes meeting knowing what few options they had,

When Viserys got to his feet panic rushed through him, “Dany-”

“Dany!” Y/n gasped

Viserys and Y/n hurried through the snow-laden streets, their breath visible in the frosty air as they desperately searched for their younger sister. The cold nipped at their cheeks, but their hearts raced with concern. After what felt like an eternity, they finally spotted her a tiny figure on her tiptoes, peering with wide, curious eyes into the warm glow of a window. It was a scene filled with laughter and joy, the smell of roasted meats and sweet pastries wafting through the air.

“Dany! Don’t run off like that!” Viserys exclaimed, his voice a mix of relief and exasperation. He swept her into a tight embrace, holding her close against the cold, ensuring she could feel the steady thump of his heart. Y/n quickly joined the hug, wrapping her arms around both siblings, and for a brief moment, they found solace in their warmth against the biting chill of winter.

“But Viserys… look at all that food!” Dany protested, her eyes sparkling with eagerness as she gazed back into the vibrant festivities taking place inside. The table was laden with an array of dishes, golden bread, succulent meats, and mouth-watering desserts. “Can we please ask them to share? Just a little? Pretty please?” Her voice held a desperate hope, and her small hands clasped together in a plea that made it hard to resist.

“Dany…” He trailed off,

“They won’t share with us Daenerys, come on. We need to get somewhere warmer.” Y/n told her petting her hair softly,

Viserys nodded and picked Dany up in his arms once more carrying her through the streets with Y/n at his side as they desperately looked for somewhere safe and warm.

As they walked through the dimly lit streets, they came upon a pillow house, its tattered sign swaying in the chill breeze. The air was thick with a smoky haze, and a man lingered at the entrance, his fingers deftly grasping a long, ornate pipe that curled with fragrant tendrils of smoke. They recognized him from past encounters his sharp gaze always seemed to linger on them just a moment too long, as if assessing their worth.

Despite the countless times he had approached them with his propositions, they had always managed to refuse him, their resolve unshaken. However, with each passing day, the grip of winter tightened, its icy fingers drawing closer. The biting cold weighed heavily on Viserys. The man's offers, once ignorable, now loomed larger in his mind, whispering promises of warmth and sustenance that became increasingly difficult to resist.

He saw their desperation and smirked, “Sell her-”

“No.” Viserys bit back before he could even finish, “Never.”

“Alright, One night. Fifty gold dragons for the little one.”

Viserys gritted his teeth looking down at Dany, “No.” He spat back,

“One hundred. Just for one night,”

“No! I won’t.”

“… Sixty for the taller one then,”

Viserys eyes met Y/n, they shared a look of utter hopelessness,

“It’s okay-” she began,

“No. Please… don’t do this.” He begged her,

“What other choice do we have?” she whimpered,

“Anything but this.” He told her before turning back to the man, “…One night, two hundred.”

“For her?”

“For me.”

“Viserys no!” Y/n pleaded,

Viserys pulled her closer and looked up bravely to the man, “Please.”

“Can’t do it.” He shook his head, “A silver-haired boy ain't worth much.”

“I am the blood of the dragon,”

“And as soon as a lady wants a Targaryen bastard I’ll come fetch ya.” He laughed, “Girls or hop it.”

“I’ll do it-” Y/n began,

“No!” Viserys told her, “I won’t let you, there has to be something else please.”

“…The crown.”

Both Viserys and Y/n’s blood ran cold at the word,

“No….” Viserys whimpers,

“Six hundred gold dragons,” the man offered,

“Six- Six hundred.” Viserys choked up,

“Viserys no,” she begged, but as they shared a look they knew they had no choice,

“Eight hundred.” Viserys offered,

“Sold.” The man nodded,

“O…Okay.” Viserys trembled, he could barely even move, he set Dany down and pulled the bag from his back, his hands trembled and his head ached as he pulled the crown from the bag,

“Mother’s crown.” Dany cooed,

“Eight Hundred Gold Dragons.” Viserys offered the crown,

The man nodded and fetched the money handing it to Viserys and taking their mother’s precious crown from them,

“Viserys…” Y/n whimpered as tears fell,

“Come on, we’ll find a bed for tonight.” He said,

Years later as another winter arrived,

Viserys reclined on the plush couch in Illirio’s House, a soft smile gracing his lips as the rain drummed rhythmically against the tall windows. The storm raged outside but the warmth of the crackling fire enveloped him, casting a cosy glow across the room. A thick, luxurious blanket was draped over his lap, providing additional comfort against the chill.

On the floor beside the hearth, Dany was immersed in her own world, her delicate fingers expertly manoeuvring a few colourful toys. Each movement was filled with youthful wonder as she crafted her own stories, the flickering flames reflecting in her wide, innocent eyes.

Meanwhile, Y/n his sister and wife lay nestled against Viserys, her head resting gently on his chest wrapped in mutual comfort and affection. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat was a soothing lullaby, grounding her in the moment.Viserys gazed down at her, his heart swelling with love, and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead.

In that silent exchange, a myriad of emotions passed between them a thousand unsaid words filled the air amidst the rain and the distant thunder, and the sanctuary of intimacy and warmth they now had together. Safe and Sound.

[sheeezu]

First I just want to say Im a big fan of your work. You are probably the only person I trust about this topic due to your authenticity or maybe it’s called vibration? Idk I’m only a week into this stuff. This might have tons of mistakes in grammar and thinking and if so my b. I’ve been practicing this shifting stuff and just now had a peculiar experience I need help discerning. Forgive me if it’s a little incoherent as I am a not so coherent person. I want to explain a little about me first. I’ve always had very vivid dreams and nightmares growing up. Eventually I was able to lucid dream for weeks on end until I kept getting sleep paralysis and that scared me off. I’m in college now so funnily enough I had enough nightmares where it’s not so scary anymore. Also I’ve been a massive daydreamer or “imagineer”, could be a word idk rolling with it, and always lived my school days just fantasizing about having superpowers. Either way this all leads up to here where I discovered reality shifting and eventually finding you. “Awesome Sauce”. Despite my whimsical nature I was or am having a hard time detaching from the physical, but thanks to affirmations for some reason tonight I felt really positive about shifting. Not like a weak-willed shaky “I will shift”, but like an intuition for it if that makes sense.

I’ve been using your new void state subliminal, and it worked wonders for meditation, but it kinda felt like my body was using the sound and feeling of my headphones as a tether to this reality, so I tried just winging it and rested in a comfortable position. I was intending to shift to a blank reality like an isolated white room. I never wrote a script for it since I was just visualizing, but something happened. I think I might have shifted to a house. I never wrote a script for it so could I have accidentally shifted somewhere else? I’m trying to figure all this out so I’m just gonna say what it was like.

It felt a little different than a dream because I remained mentally awake from the get go. My first thoughts were “wtf i shifted?”, and I did a little dance. So I got to exploring the house. A family which Im guessing was mine was there. I raided the fridge and pulled out some grapes. I could definitely taste them and I had breakfast with my assumed to be mom. I quickly got up and just started walking around the house. I looked through a dvd cabinet and could read the writing and flipped through some of the shows. They were like alternate versions of some we have here but with slightly different names and cover art. Then my vision went black and I heard a voice in my head. For some reason I instinctively figured it was that reality’s me and it asked what I was doing. I did say a little half truth or maybe it was a full truth of “Im seeing what kind of person this me is”. I wasn’t really I just kinda was excited and wanted to search the house. During the blackout it didn’t answer me but I suddenly woke up. I forgot to mention this was the second fading out as the first one had no voice, but I kinda brute forced my imagination into staying there. I also forgot to mention there was a longer period of me just walking around the house and checking out a few of the rooms.

In retrospect, this may very well be a strange dream, but I felt way too aware as compared to usual. Things were also a lot more detailed than usual. I would really like this to have been a shift, but sadly the nagging part of my brain wants to doubt it. So I figured I’d ask the expert for consultation.

quick rapid fire q&a

How is manifesting and reality shifting tied? Is manifesting just reality shifting, but people don’t realize they just shifted?

If they aren’t could you just manifest someone to have the ability to shift? I think the answer is no since we all have separate consciousness but idk.

What’s your all time favorite food? I can’t give one but I really like fried foods with sauces.

Thank you so much for being you!

☃️

First of all, you write better than I've ever did.

Secondly, I'd say that was a shift. In my void state subliminal I've layered it 3 times with my creator mentality one, which had a lot of affirmation regarding reality manipulation and such, and a few shifting affirmations.

If you had an intention to shift- then I'd double confirm that you shifted!

(How about you script to a fun reality of your dreams now??)

For the rapid fire

1.Manifestation and shifting realites are directly proportional to one another, our consciousness creates reality. Manifestation is creating a reality where some of our chosen desires are present. Shifting is creating a reality, which we want to experience. You could manifest the same way you'd try to shift. It comes down to personal beliefs and such, since beliefs are by which (i know its getting repetitive) reality is created.

2. You can't. Because while you would be able to manifest all fine from your side, the desired person would get their master abilities in shifting but here's the twist, those changes will only occur in your reality. The reality of the other person is solely dependant on them, but if they were to believe that someone else manifesting for them means they'll become an expert in shifting, then they'll become one. And now you're both happy, although existing in your separate little mental worlds.

3. I'm a huuuugeee sucker for pasta! Any type, just make it so pipping hot that it burns my tongue and I don't even get any flavour from it- but still, comfort meal!

(More specifically, lasagna, call me Garfield from this point onwards I suppose)

[elliebyrrdwrites]

Dramione Drabble Start Here!

1.

They say the creation of everything started with Chaos. That amongst the nothingness, within its vast void was undifferentiated and indistinguishable.

For Hermione, it started with a bang.

A jolt to her heart that was so strong and violent that she felt it throughout her entire body, heard it in her ears like the deafening bang of a gong.

Her lungs contracted, and her mouth opened as her body instinctually sucked in great gasps of air. It burned as it flowed down into her throat, and into the empty sacs in her chest. They ached as they begged her for more. She sucked in again, and again, pulling in the oxygen from the air around her, coughing and gagging.

Her eyes popped open but everything was blurry and unfocused, her eyes still adjusting to the bright white light above her head. It was glowing and coming towards her. Something touched her mouth. It was warm and soft, it breathed life back into her, returning blood flow into her body. Her limbs began to prick and ache with the return of the circulation of blood.

Slowly, as blood began to move freely through her veins once more, as oxygen converted into carbon dioxide, her mind began to piece together the fact that she had been attacked. That she had been cursed from behind. She thought she had died.

Above her, an blur of silver and black hovered over her, telling her to breathe, to stay with them.

She tried, she did, but it was exhausting.

Breathing, living. Existing.

It was all so exhausting.

The last thing she remembered was the sound of the angel calling her name before she fell back under, dragged into the abyss of nothingness once more.

Hermione’s eyes remained shut despite consciousness creeping back in. She knew she was alive and from the sounds of it, she was in a hospital room. There was the slow, steady beep of her heart being tracked by the machine. There was the slow, steady drip of a saline solution meant to keep her from getting dehydrated. She could feel the slight swelling of the salt in her fingers and the discomfort of an I.V. needle taped to the top of her hand. She could even feel the shape of it inside of her vein, against her skin.

Fluorescent light floods the room and Hermione squeezes her eyes tight against the assault.

“Oh, you’re awake.” The voice is whimsical but too high pitched.

“Well, now I am.” she mumbles and cracks one eye open to find a stubby little witch in Healer white. She had red hair, like the Weasleys but her skin was pale white. Like snow.

“How are you feeling, Miss Granger?”

Hermione closed her eye. “Like I died.” Her voice was rough, like she’d been screaming or like someone had ran sandpaper along the sides of her throat.

The stubby little witch hummed as she moved around the room. Hermione was uncharacteristically annoyed. She knew the woman was only doing her job but it felt intrusive.

“Would you mind if I did a couple of tests?”

“I would mind anything but peace and quiet right now.”

The witch decided to ignore Hermione’s cranky tone. It could be that this was perfectly normal for anyone who had a near death experience. Or someone who had been grievously injured and forced to stay in bed.

“Would you please open you eyes?”

“I’d really rather not.” Hermione mumbled but the healers thumb pulled at her eyelid and shined a bright light at it.

Hermione winced and jerked her head back. “Rude!”

“Miss Granger, I am just doing my job. It’s imerative that I check that your pupils are evenly sized.”

“I don’t have brain damage. I was cursed. In the back.” Hermione finally opened her eyes and glared at the witch. She glanced down to her nametag; Prudence.

“Yes, but you did lose oxygen for several minutes. We are simply covering all of our bases, here.” The witch pulled back and shined the light from her wand into Hermione’s eyes once more.

“Hmm. They look fine but...” Prudence trailed off with a shake of her head.

“But what?”

“Would you wiggle your toes for me?”

Hermione did. Hermione did all of the necessary tests asked of her and when she Healer Prudence noted everything into her magical medical chart, Hermione sighed.

“What day is it?”

“It’s Thursday, May fifth, 2005.”

When she had gone on that house call with Malfoy, it was Monday, the second. She had been out for three days.

“What time is it?”

“It’s just past five in the morning.” Prudence vanished the chart away and nodded at Hermione. “Would you like me to call your family? I read that you are engaged. Would you like me to call him over for you?”

Hermione shook her head. “No, it’s early...he’s probably sleeping.”

“I think he’s down in the cafeteria, actually. He’s been here every day since you came in. There’s been many visitors, but he never leaves.” Prudence smiled. “You’ve got a good one there, Miss Granger.” Prudence glanced out the door that was still ajar. “Oh, there he is.” She turned back to Hermione. “Looks like he just went to get some more coffee.”

At that, Hermione winced. Ron was a good man but she wasn’t sure they were doing all that great before this accident. They fought.

Often.

In fact, just that day they had gotten in an argument because she had accepted to take the call with Malfoy. It was a simple call. A wizard was caught shooting jinxes out at Muggles just outside of Surrey. Malfoy asked her if she wanted to come along and she had agreed. It wasn’t necessarily a two Auror job.

But she and Malfoy worked well together.

Which is why Ron was so upset about it. Because despite the fact that she and Ron were dating — engaged — they didn’t actually work all that well together when on the job.

Hermione closed her eyes and rubbed at her at them with the heels of her palms.

“Here he is, dear. I’ll give you two some time.”

Hermione inhaled and slowly exhaled, listening to the sound of the door closing.

“Granger?”

Hermione dropped her hands and opened her eyes to find Malfoy standing in front of her.

He looked terrible.

Not in anyway that dampened how attractive he was. No, he looked so tired. There were dark bruising underneath this eyes and he had several days worth of stubble lining his jaw and just over his lip.

And he was wearing the same clothes he had on three days ago.

“Oh, fuck.” His shoulders relaxed slightly but he was staring at her like he was seeing a ghost. “Your eyes.” He shook his head and stepped closer, setting the paper coffee cup onto a nearby table.

“Malfoy? What about my eyes?” He settled into the chair next to the bed and leaned his elbows onto her bed.

“They’re, uh...” He cleared his throat and ran both of his hands over his face, rough and quick. “They’re different.”

“Different? How?” She looked around the room, her head jerking left and right, in search for a mirror.

“Here,” He reached into a drawer at the table that was overflowing with bouquets of flowers. Pulling out a mirror, he held it out to her.

When she reached for it, he pulled it back, hesitating. “Don’t freak out.”

“A little late for that, don’t you think?”

Malfoy stared at her, gauging her, assessing her. Before he finally nodded and handed the mirror over. Grabbing it, she lifted it and peered into it. IT was small and round and looked to be ripped off of an old compact.

She gasped.

Her eyes...they were different. The little brown left in her eyes came from the edges of her pupils, bursting out like amber flames before they melted into a blue that was pale and nearly gray.

“Malfoy, what happened to me?”

His eyebrows were drawn together and his hands were clasped together. He was trembling, he looked cold and sick. What had happen to him? What happened to her?

Hermione leaned toward him, wrapping her hand around both of his. “Malfoy, please.” She begged him. He swallowed and closed his eyes.

“Granger,” He paused to take a shuddering breath. “You died.” He said it tightly, like something was wrapped around his throat. He shook his head. “He fucking killed you.” He opened his eyes and stared at her with his eyes ands they were red and wet and they implored hers.

“What?” she whispered.

“I watched you die.” He said it like he was begging her to understand. “I didn’t know what else to do.”

“What do you mean?”

Malfoy looked away, staring off into nothing as he worked his jaw.

“Malfoy, what did you do?”

He was silent, the muscle in his jaw feathering as he glared into the memory of her death.

Her hand lifted and the tips of her fingers grazed his jaw, feeling the rough hairs sprouting there, gently begging him to look at her.

He did.

Tell me, her fingers silently asked.

And he did.

“I,” He licked at his lips, his hand went to cup hers, pushing her fingers roughly against his skin. “I brought you back to life.”

[crescent-blades]

[I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK FAR TO LONG AND I'M SORRY IF NOW THIS IS COMING AT A BAD TIME- 😭 Also I'm sorry if I took to much control of Kokushibo.]

In the deepest part of a forest, moonlight hardly shining through the trees you stood. For an unknown reason, unless you knew yourself you stood in its small opening with little trees to get in the way. The moonlight shone nicely down on the ground, the levees caught in the mess glowing brightly. The forest was covered in these trees, all the same kind yet shaped differently like any other forest. Grass covered the ground and some flowers poked out, useless flowers as Muzan would say. The night was always cold, but the forest could keep some heat though, did it really matter?

That should hardly be a concern when someone is hiding behind a tree near you.

.

.

.

🌸💜 Kanao Tsuyuri had been sent on a mission alone, demons still needed to be killed and since she had completed the Hashira training it was safe for her to continue missions. So there she was, sent onto a mission into the forest that a demon seemed to be spotted at. She kept a sharp eye out for anything and noticed a tall demon far beyond inside the forest. The trees covered her way from seeing them closely so she quietly jogged forward, hiding as much as she could from their sight. 

Thinking she was doing well, she carefully unsheathed her blade and continued forward. Changing her direction every now and then. Kanao now was a few trees away, staying hidden behind one, finding a time when Kokushibo was distracted enough to hit him. What she doesn’t know is his rank and why he’s carrying an old sword, that doesn’t seem to spark a question inside her. What matters is cutting the demon’s neck, that’s what a demon slayer is supposed to do… 🌸💜

As the demon stood amidst a forest, the trees stood tall above him, their gnarled branches stretching high up into the starry night, casting intricate shadows that lay across the forest floor. The wind rustled through the air, causing his long, spiky hair to sway, while the symphony of crickets filled the air, emanating from the small bushes and delicate bluish flowers that rested quietly below. 

"—Useless flowers.." A voice echoed in his mind, a tone laced with irritation—his lord's voice—a reminder of their long, fruitless quest. 

"It has been nearly a millennium. At this pace, humanity may go extinct before we ever obtain that flower."  

Day after day, they would search for the elusive flora, or at the very least, the location of the Ubuyashiki mansion. The demon recalls that this mission had once been a privilege reserved solely for him and his master. However, after numerous unsuccessful attempts, they found themselves enlisting the help of lower-ranked demons.

The reason his lord refrained from involving humans in this endeavour remained unclear to him, and despite his deep respect for the man, he often viewed him as somewhat... 'foolish'. This was no longer a time for chasing after the 'blue spider lily'; those days of whimsical pursuits had long since passed—this was the time of war.     

Taking a deep breath in, the upper one found himself in solitude, standing amidst the foliage, kneeling down as he tenderly held the saphire flowers between his fingers.   

"Almost perfect.. until fate's hand intervened.."

 A flower similar in appearance, similar in structure, yet it had little to no value that the other—useless in comparison as it served no other purpose than to please the eye—ornamental, just like the rest. How.. familiar lamentable.

He concentrated solely on his breathing, attuning himself to the flow of blood in his veins and the gentle caress of the breeze against his skin. Yet, amidst the calmness, he felt a presence. Something was approaching, drawing closer and closer with each heartbeat. A presence that seemed formidable, stronger than the rest—a demon hunter. 

How convenient.. 

"Seizing your essence for another design.."   

Hiding behind the foliage as she remained concealed, a shadow among the leaves, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. A demon slayer—her heart pulsed with a fierce resolve, one with determination and courage.. and yet—deep down it also carried a sense of sorrow. He could sense the burden of her anguish—a life marred by violence and bloodshed—a life filled with the pain of lost loved ones and the remnants of past suffering. They all carried the same story— 

—Ornamental, just like the rest. 

"What does it feel like.."  

Just like any other demon slayer, marked by a young age—a mere child—her aura radiated the strength of a seasoned warrior. So much potential. As the man lay kneeled on the ground in the distance, seemingly frozen in place as he merely stayed there—still as the tranquil sea, when the whispering tide retreats just before the tempest's fury.  

Until—    

"..To be scorned upon by the gods..?"  

A voice, low and quiet emerged right behind you.  

//ooc: pff no problem, I dont mind! You can take as long as you'd like, no pressure. And nah, you’re good. Though.. I just hope I didn’t ramble on too much, heh.

[adrian-sheppy]

RUNS IN HERE AT FULL SPEED AND TRIPS OVER A BEAST

HI EXPLODES I LOVE YOUR WHOLE UNIVERSE THANG CAN WE GET HEADCANONS ABOUT THE SHEPHARDS? CURIOSITY,,,,

THAJNK U!!!! :DDDDD ues lets talk about the shephards (not mitchell or moint pan rhey aren't included...) ((is moint pan even a shephard??)) a few hcs n stuff under mread more! :3

ALL of the shephards love creatures, something they all can bond over. Unlike the Freemen who can get pretty divisive, these Shephards actually get along pretty okay! And they all like og Freeman.

OG Shephard (he/they) is a thrill-seeker. Quiet, kind, and observant. Not the brightest bulb, joined the military bc he's shit at school (and for funsies). Friends with Tommy & John Freeman. Passionate about animal care and mechanics. Sticks to taking orders, only really stands his ground when they're fed up/annoyed. Casual gamer, good at flappy bird. nerf darts are scattered around his living place. he likes to stay busy with tasks.

Mindrian (he/him) is a disney princess. He's also a theater kid and took improv classes (he says "yes, and..."). Jocky nerd. God's nappiest soldier, he loves naps. Friends with Barmey, Martini, & Benrey. Awkward in large groups but knows how to enthrall small DnD parties with whimsical tales. Keeps dice on him. Sentimental. Despite how he carries himself, he is a dorky loser (with a semblance of charisma). PC gamer

Slaydrian (she/her) is quiet. She's strong-willed, not afraid of speaking her mind, and does so bluntly. Powerhouse. She's not mean, but comes across as dismissive because of her rbf + harsh way of speaking.  She's only visibly excited when Creatures are involved. Usually hangs out with Corp. She'll garden with them, and loves to take care of animals/insects + research about them. the person who has the wikipedia article for "ants" on their phone

Corporation (they/them) is pretty silly. Something about Corp is really endearing to those around them. Short and chubby. They love to garden, paint, do crafts, and cook! Always busy with something. Hates oil companies to a comical degree. they're very persuasive, despite speaking muffled gibberish. the others suspect them of being an eco-terrorist. Stays mostly with Slaydrian or the other GTE guys, but occasionally hangs out with Freemind & Martini for anarchy reasons.

[stephthewriter23]

Veridia Parenting and Dscipline:

In the whimsical land of Veridia, where adulthood didn’t fully arrive until the age of 30, Alina, a successful fashion designer, had mastered the art of appearing poised and composed in the public eye. Yet, behind the scenes, there was a side of her that refused to let go of her childhood. And tonight, that side was on full display.

Alina had just returned from a glamorous evening event. Her heels clicked against the marble floor as she walked into her luxurious apartment, her mind buzzing with the excitement of the show. But as the clock ticked closer to bedtime, something inside her snapped.

“No! I’m not going to bed!” she whined, stomping her foot in protest. Her voice was high-pitched, her tone more childlike than any grown woman’s should be. She was dressed in an absurdly cute Frozen-themed nightie, its pastel blues and pinks making her look more like a little girl than the fashion mogul everyone admired. She even had a pacifier—her binky—sucked between her lips for comfort as she glared at the floor.

Her mother, always the picture of gentle authority, stepped into the room, arms crossed. “Alina,” she cooed, her voice a mix of exasperation and affection, “what did we talk about? You know it’s bedtime, sweetie. You’ve had a long day, and now it’s time to rest.”

Alina, pulling the binky from her mouth with a pout, crossed her arms over her chest. “I don’t want to go to bed!” she huffed. “I’m a grown-up! I should get to do what I want! I don’t need rest! I’m not a little girl anymore!”

Her mother’s gaze softened with a knowing smile, but her tone turned scolding. “Oh, sweetie, you really think that you’re grown up? Look at you.” She reached down and tugged at the hem of Alina’s Frozen nightie, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. “A big girl like you wearing these cute little jammies? And you’re sucking on a binky like a baby?”

Alina’s face flushed bright red, her lip trembling as her mother’s words sunk in. She stomped her foot again. “It’s not fair, Mommy!” she whined, her voice wobbling as she fell into the childish tantrum she so often threw when things didn’t go her way. “I just want to stay up! You can’t make me go to bed! I’m tired of being treated like a baby!”

Her mother sighed, clearly not impressed by the display. “Sweetheart, you are still my little girl, and you will go to bed when I say. You might be an adult in the world outside, but when you’re in this house, you’re still my child, and that means following my rules.” Her voice was soft, but firm, as she carefully lifted the nightie to change her into something more suitable for sleep.

Alina, now revealing her pull-ups—her mother’s decision to keep her well-managed despite her adult age—felt a wave of humiliation wash over her. She crossed her arms and turned her face away, trying to hide the fact that she was still wearing them. Her mother, however, was unfazed.

“Now, let’s get you into bed, darling,” her mother cooed, lifting Alina’s legs and gently sliding the pull-ups off as if she were dressing a very young child. “We can’t have you running around all night in these, can we? It’s past your bedtime, and you need to rest. You’ve been so naughty tonight.”

Alina’s eyes widened with embarrassment as her mother’s soft hands worked quickly and efficiently to change her, the soft material of the pull-ups now exposed. She felt utterly small as her mother hummed softly to herself, making the process as gentle as possible, but still scolding her in a sing-song voice.

“You’ve been such a little fussbudget tonight, haven’t you, darling?” her mother cooed. “You’re too tired and grumpy to make good decisions, so I’m going to have to take care of everything for you, just like when you were little. You can’t make decisions on your own right now.”

At that moment, Gemma, Alina’s assistant, stood quietly in the doorway. She had been delivering some documents when she caught a glimpse of the scene unfolding. Her phone, seemingly without thinking, clicked as she took a picture of the sight before her: Alina, dressed in her childish jammies, her pull-ups exposed as her mother fussed over her. It was the last thing Gemma had expected to see, but she couldn’t help herself from capturing the moment.

Alina, humiliated beyond belief, could only try to cover herself as her mother cooed, “I know, sweetie. It’s embarrassing, isn’t it? But it’s what you need. You’re acting like such a little girl right now, and I have to remind you what’s best for you. Now, be a good girl and stop fighting me.”

Her voice softened, but the firmness was still there. “You’re going to rest now, and no more fussing. Tantrums are for babies, darling.”

As her mother finished changing her into something more comfortable for sleep, Alina’s heart beat in her chest, her face a mixture of humiliation and frustration. Her voice was barely audible as she muttered, “I’m sorry, Mommy…”

Her mother smiled, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, completely unbothered by the situation. “I know, sweetie. Now, get some rest. You’ve had your little tantrum, but tomorrow will be a new day, and you’ll be a good girl again, won’t you?”

Alina nodded, sucking her binky once more, her tears slowly subsiding as she realized there was nothing she could do to fight her mother’s loving yet firm authority.

As her mother tucked her into bed, Alina lay there, feeling smaller than ever. Gemma, still hidden in the doorway, snapped one final picture before quietly slipping away. The picture would remain a secret for now, but the image of Alina’s childishness, caught in the middle of a tantrum, would stay with her forever.

Her mother gently whispered as she adjusted the blankets, “Goodnight, my sweet little girl. Tomorrow, we’ll try again. But for now, it’s time for you to sleep.”

Alina sighed, her mind still clouded with the remnants of her tantrum, but there was no fighting it anymore. Tomorrow was a new day, and maybe—just maybe—she would act her age again. But for tonight, she was still her mommy’s little girl, and that meant following the rules of Veridia.

[littlemisssquiggles]

...So....about the first episode of RWBY Volume 9...

So after a long wait, the day has finally come. RWBY has returned with the first episode of its new season and naturally, this squiggle meister watched it and I have some thoughts.

Now it's literally the first episode so, overall, I wasn't exactly expecting much from it. I will say this though. I do love the new opening theme. I love the song---props to Casey Lee Williams on her first solo on a RWBY opening without her dad---and I also love the visuals featured in the opening from what we the audience can expect to come from this new season.

I think my main take away from this opening were two key things:

{SPOILERS AHEAD! NUFF SAID}

Ruby's dwindling emotional state  and the arrival of a mysterious new girl. For now, I’m simply going to dub this mystery girl as Alice because clearly she’s going to be our Alice in Wonderland inspired character.

Okay, let’s start with Ruby:

Ooof! I gotta say. Watching this opening as a Ruby fan was rough because, right out the gate, you can definitely tell that this season is going to hit Ruby the hardest.

I’m used to seeing Ruby so full of spirit. The one to lead the charge and steer everyone on the right path. However; this time, Ruby isn't that person anymore.

You can clearly tell over the course of the opening how much further and further Ruby begins to drift and detract from the group---her confidence waning as she becomes more wary and gives into…whatever is happening to her in the Ever After.

Since the world is called the “Ever After” and was described as a fairy tale, according to Blake, does the mechanics of this mysterious world work similarly to a fairy tale where there will be good and bad endings to outsiders who happen to fall into that world?

I guess what I’m curious about is if there will be consequences to those who weren’t born in the Ever After? Y’know like it’s almost like an Infinity Train or Over the Garden Wall type of scenario where despite being a whimsical world on the surface, what the Ever After actually is is something that could be potentially dangerous to those who weren’t born in that world.

Like the longer an outsider stays in the Ever After without resolving whatever problems they’re supposed to figure out about themselves within that world, the more lost they become until eventually they lose themselves completely and become something else entirely---something inhuman and monstrous.  

Thus getting a bad ending for themselves.

This is what makes me extra curious about the strange creature that we also saw in the first episode---The Jabberwalker.

"...Seeking...Searching...Scowering...Stalking..."

I dunno but…the very nature of this Jabberwalker fascinates me.

Imagine if…turning into a Jabberwalker is the fate of those who get bad endings and become lost to the Ever After?

They just turn into this monstrous creature and spend the rest of their days searching for something that they will never ever find cause they already lost themselves a long time ago.

This is why I’m digging the thought of there being consequences to the Ever After and why I’m concerned for Ruby’s mental state.

If Ruby continued on this path she’s in, what would happen to her?

Would she end up trapped in the Ever After forever while her friends returned to Remnant without her?

Or would she turn into a Jabberwalker and become a wandering soul lost to the Ever After?

These are things I’m curious about cause it could make for a very compelling story. But since this is RWBY, I don’t want t assume too much from just the first episode.

The most I will say is that the V9 opening is a sign that, if Ruby is not too careful, she could end up succumbing to her negative emotions and getting a bad ending for herself…if that is the way things are going to go.

Compared to the rest of RWBY---Blake, Weiss and Yang--- who all seemed the more optimistic ones for once, Ruby was the one who seemed the most despondent and its this detail that I found quite compelling since Ruby has always been portrayed as a beacon of hope---the one to guide everyone and keep them going through the darkness.

And this is what also makes this mysterious new Alice girl character so interesting to me too.

I know it would be easier to write off this Alice girl as a newfound ally to RWBY, similar to Little, as she seems innocent enough on the surface, y’know what I mean?

Just another young human girl who mysteriously ended up in the Ever After like the others and has to find her way home somehow.

However, given how this girl is portrayed in the opening in comparison to Ruby, I can’t help but feel like this Alice character is a threat somehow.

At least…a threat to Ruby in terms of her emotions, how she’s feeling and how she will continue to feel over the course of the season.

On this matter, I have two theories:

Either this mystery Alice girl is going to turn out be a sort of antagonist---like maybe she’s Neo in disguise or someone Neo tricked into helping her by messing with RWBY while they were lost in the Ever After, mainly targeting Ruby? Or perhaps...a more farfetched theory would be that the Ever After isn’t actual a real world and is one big illusion concocted by Neo to mess with Ruby and her friends.

I mean, I highly doubt that last one is it but overall, I think the OP made it very clear that Neo will be our main big bad for this stand alone season; playing the role of not the Queen of Hearts but more so our Mad Hatter.

I’m just trying to figure out what her connection to this Alice girl will be because clearly there is a connection. There are just certain moments in that opening that made me think that there is something between these Neo and Alice:

Either it's that...or perhaps this Alice girl will zero ties to Neo at all and will just be there to pose a problem to Ruby.

There were moments in the OP that showed the Alice girl leading RWBY through the Ever After instead of Ruby.

This just makes me feel like Alice is going to contribute to Ruby’s negative state. Like Alice is going to be the embodiment of who Ruby used to be---the optimistic leader and that will probably be a hard pill for Ruby to swallow since she will probably begin to not feel like herself anymore and may even begin to question who she truly is.

Whether she even belongs with her team or maybe they’re better off with the Alice girl taking her place and becoming the new her or something like that.

I dunno, this OP just gave me so many thoughts to think about on that subject. But for now, this is what I have to say in a nutshell:

I don’t trust the mystery Alice girl character featured in the OP. To me, her very presence and existence feels highly suspicious because I feel like she could turn out to be Neo or someone working with Neo. And if she’s neither of those things then my other guess is that she will cause problems for Ruby. Whether intentionally or not, I feel like Alice will be a rival for Ruby and have a negative impact on her; contributing to a lot of her emotional turmoil and insecurities about herself for this season.

That’s my guess.

Other than that, not much else to say except a few last minute points:

Already I'm digging this volume from a visual standpoint. I can already tell that I'm going to be gushing ALOT over all the visual development art and background/environment designs for this season and I can't wait to see all the fantastic work the CRWBY team put into this aspect of the season.

I have no idea what Jaune’s purpose for this season is going to be.

Admittedly, out of everyone else, he seems the most out of place to me because I don’t know what his story is going to be and how all of that will tie into everything else to go on in the Ever After.

I don’t hate Jaune as a character. I just hated how he was used in V8 which left me questioning why he’s even here for V9 in the Ever After. But I guess I’ll find out more as the story progresses. I’m bummed that we won’t get to see the other characters for this season---no Nora, no Ren, no Emerald and of course, no Oscar. The Pinehead in me is definitely saddened by this but hopefully the development for Ruby that was promised for this season will make up for it.

And yeah, that’s it for me to say for now. See ya’ll for the next episode.

~LMS (2023)

[neverlearnedtoread]

Midnight in Everwood

⭐⭐; reading this book is like letting a kid explain their drawing to you - 'this is the cotton candy castle with a prince and princess and their 29 dogs and cats', they say, pointing to a wobbly blue squiggle and a patch of snot. all you can do is smile and nod and let it happen

Oh?? 👌😉😏

the narration, while over the top, fit the atmosphere the book wanted to create (confectionary sugar world). its probably annoying to listen to as the descriptions dont let up but im good at skimming so i could swim my way through the syrup just fine

i liked the beginning, before the author's hand became too glaringly obvious to ignore later in the plot - while marietta was never entertaining as a main character to follow, she felt more 'real' in her home environment, more believable as a character. i liked her relationship with her brother

I'll say this: finishing this book made me want to rewatch Barbie in the Nutcracker, just to feel something. what a classic! unlike this book 😭

No.. ❌🤢🤮

oversaturated with metaphors and flowery language - enough synonyms, hoity-toity French vocabularié and verbiage to rot your teeth out. it's also an 'oh?? 👌😉😏' point because i do think the author did it on purpose to create a certain tone, but it's A LOT.

i get the distinct sense that the author understands on a surface level that her character is a privileged whiny baby, but doesn't have the writing prowess to make her compelling OR put her through her paces of a satisfying character arc.

#girlboss #modernfeminism #womenarejustasstrongasmen played completely straight. a main female character who stays entirely, pretentiously convinced of their own girlbossery the whole time, despite doing NOTHING to earn it, and an author who reshapes the story to meet those expectations. anything for her #slay #girlboss #queen!!!!!

stuff constantly gets introduced just to not add anything to the story - the mouse king equivalent has in his castle a captured FAIRY and WARRIOR PRINCESS as part of his menagerie of women marietta finds herself a part of, and we just leave it at that. the guard captain is revealed as part of a SECRET REBELLION and all that happens is marietta gets weirdly horny about it.

the romance develops at the most annoying moments - they even decide to fuck in the snow (their bare asses!! in the SNOW!!! and not even a hint of pneumonia to show for it 🥶) before marietta returns to her world. i expected her to be hornt up, but the guy?? my brother in butterscotch we have got to get you better standards in women

Summary: Marietta Stelle wants to dance but she's too damn privileged to be allowed to pursue it as a viable career - she needs to get married to some creepy old man for the sake of her family's ambition, damnit! As her last performance draws near, Marietta is pushed into accepting the marriage proposal of the creepiest man in town, a mysterious toymaker named Dr. Drosselmeier. Of course, she's a #strongfemalecharacter, so she vehemently rejects him - only to fall victim to his (very heavy-handedly hidden) magic, which transports her in a magical world made of sugar, full of hidden dangers.

Concept: 💭💭💭 The Nutcracker isn't my favourite story ever, but I'm a sucker for a good fairytale - and for good music! I think it's a story that lends itself very heavily to a specific kind of whimsical, airy aesthetic - while allowing for darker themes or storytelling aspects to lurk in the shadows. A friend whose taste I trust recommended this book to me, and while I was skeptical that the summary (mostly because the blurb included a list of #tropes, which is a bookish red flag for me) would really deliver on its vague promises, I've done more for less.

Execution: 💥 This book should come with a 'NO DIVING! THIS POOL IS ONLY LESS THAN 1M DEEP' warning - it's so shallow I was encouraging my own reflection to keep going after every chapter. Bafflingly, this issue actually worsens when Marietta gets to the magical isekai world of Everwood - which is the OPPOSITE of what is supposed to happen! You would think a world governed by an evil mouse king (who is not a mouse, just a guy. he has enchanted mice running up and down his coat, ooh scary) and literally made of sweets would be fun, but we only get TOLD the names of its stories and legends and then the book is like 'next chapter! marietta felt more at home because her new friends told her stuff!' Plus, in the latter half of the book you really chafe against the author's lack of skill - like watching a puppet show while clearly being able to see the fingers / hands of the puppeteers, her characters are angry, awestruck, and miserable in the most wooden of ways as the author stomps on the next bullet point in her outline with all the subtlety of an elephant.

Personal Enjoyment: ❤❤ I can't say I enjoyed reading this book, because I really didn't - at one point I had to put the book down after SIX PAGES because marietta was getting on my nerves with her badly timed horniness (which she didn't know was horniness, because that builds ~~tension~~). But I had a LOT of fun recounting this book to my friend (the one who recommended it to me, who then gave up less than 20% in) and my sister. Everything that happened WAS frustrating, but in a way that made me laugh - which is the reason why I kept reading. It was like watching a collision in slow-mo - I had to know where it ended.

Favourite Moment: this entire book was painful but i had a good laugh when marietta and the captain fuck in the snow - and i do mean fuck. ass fully out behaviour. everwood is supposed to be stuck in a forever winter and they were all 'we'll just lay our coats down, it'll be fine'. like, i am absolutely sure it will NOT be fine, but you do you! it's not like marietta 'damn this feminism shit is easy' stelle is gonna listen to anyone anyway. that would be non-feminist! a ho never gets cold!

Favourite Character: Dellara, AKA the remains of a Sugar Plum Fairy equivalent stripped of every possible interesting thing and left on the floor to bleed out as a 'mean girl'. Don't get me wrong, Pirlipata was a fascinatingly underused character too, but Dellara actually snapped at Marietta multiple times (didn't amount to anything, but A+ for effort) and we simply have to stan her for that. Also she endures torture for the sake of others and is an otherworldly immortal being who becomes Queen at the end. I would gladly have thrown Marietta into the path of an oncoming bus to follow Dellara's storyline instead.

[monstermertens]

alright, here’s how things went down about as far as i remember;

edit: i've added dividers to represent the various "arcs" of my memories' "plot." there are three major arcs so far, as well as an "epilogue," and while the second and third blocks are still pretty big, i think they're a lot more manageable!

last updated: oct. 19th

vampworld was the result of a wish for simon to never become ice king. which, technically, yeah. he sure didn't do that. it was Way Worse.

aside from the opening where little marcy is stealing simon’s shoe, all events shown in the episode “the star” happened as normally depicted.

i was left in the tank, and once pep finished repairs, we went moving to look for bonnie. she was really badly hurt, drained of most of her color, but was able to patch herself up just enough to keep from. not getting back up. she spent a few days in the tank to recover.

i reached the milestones of a five year old within the first day in the tank. i guess i was pretty irritating, because bonnie eventually had peptank equip me with some basic equipment and let me outside to explore, so long as i kept within peptank’s proximity.

bonnie kept an eye on me from inside, and photographed me to document my growth progress throughout the whole thing. we had photos of me at the approximate ages of one (initial arrival), five (initial spurt), eight (when bonnie was lucid enough to notice), ten (photograph taken by the star), and every year since thirteen. my growth leveled out at around fifteen, and bonnie’s hypothesis was that something about babyworld inherently kept its inhabitants young.

i called it the neverland effect, and the name stuck, even though she thought it was too whimsical :p

anyway! while i was exploring, i did a lot of scavenging, and i had a watch so i could talk to peptank! when i reached about ten i started to go inside buildings, and that’s when the pillow corner really got started. i tried to grab “useful” stuff like tools or rare curios, but i ended up stuffing my backpack with every scrap of threadbare fabric and squashed pillow i could find.

and so, the pillow corner was born.

the scraps i collected supplied a lot of what i wore until i was physically ten. bonnie reworked some of peptank’s assistive arms to make him into a temporary clothing manufacturer cause i outgrew everything super fast

i know i was captured by the star around ten. she sent a photo of me to bonnie. i remember that much.

bonnie didn’t have the manpower to get me back and was forced into a toxic domestic situationship with the star. this part is where my rate of aging gradually started to slow down. we lived in the vampire city, and most of the star’s thralls left us alone

for timeline’s sake, i was ten when i was kidnapped and held hostage, and the memories start to trickle back at around fifteen, but really come back full force at 16-17. zero to fifteen was about a week, ten to fifteen was a couple days, and beyond age “fifteen” is when i slowed to start aging normally. bonnie and the star were together for years.

i was trans, but really clearly a dude from the get-go. bonnie had me on hrt pretty quick. a pretty painless process all told — i mostly just forgot about it, y’feel? (and i still do sometimes, despite the body being afab!)

i lost my arm while exploring outside the vampire city during that time. the star had less explicit control out there, but punishment was just as swift for the vampire who attacked me.

the full story is… graphic. and intense. but it’s over here if you wanna read it.

i know a lot about how the vampire nobility worked! back in the old days, it was basically just individualist imperialism, where vamps had to Start strong and Stay strong in order to stay on top and ensure their survival. it was well established by the time the vk took in the star. by the time i met her, she generally didn’t bother sucking up the souls of vamps she considered below her, and was used from time to time as a threat by the vk for others to stay in line. and she loved it.

but, when i was around sixteen or seventeen, the empress stole the vk’s crown and went rogue to do her own thing anyway. start her own vampire city. meanwhile, the crown somehow ended up back in the hands of our world’s simon petrikov, who had never escaped her thrall. the empress made him maintain the sun-blocking clouds put in place by the vk.

our simon petrikov was… i don’t know how to say it without sounding insensitive. but he was something truly, ghoulishly inhuman. most of the time, the crown was on his head, but there were times where he would keep it on his hip like he did when he was with marcy in the main timeline. blood on his hands and a crazed, almost hollow look in his eye. he was terrifying.

once in a while, he’d have a moment of lucidity where he wasn’t consumed by her spell or his own dissociative devotion. that was sy.

i met both simon and sy when i was around fourteen or fifteen. first simon, as something to be feared, then sy, as someone to be helped.

tldr; they were a system. when i first heard of them, they were just simon petrikov. but then i met sy and realized what was going on.

…the star came looking for me, since i’d technically run away from being her captive. she saw simon/sy, and she got. mad.

she hated him for leaving her when she was a kid. he tried to explain the situation with simon, but simon had had his time in the back seat and forced himself to the front despite sy’s protests.

i think something in her broke. but like, in such a way that something else started working again. she started moving towards becoming marcy.

marcy, bonnie and i helped sy and simon out, and they learned to work together. after we eventually took out the vampire king, sy and marcy reconnected, and marcy helped simon adjust. they moved in together after our finale, when the sun came out. bonnie and i stayed nearby with peptank.

marshall was. honestly just a really weird coincidence? like. freakish. but he was a more relatively recent attempt at adoption by sy, similar to marcy, and he was a lost werewolf prince — kinda like rapunzel in tangled? but as a monster prince, he was entitled to challenge vk for the title of king of all monsters. after that, the magic crown would be his by right. (luckily, he wanted no part of that thing.)

the werewolves were originally a pack as large as the vampire clan, but by my time they’d been reduced to a small rebel faction. marshall was the son of their last king, but he didn’t originally know any of them. they were similar to the railroad in fallout 4? the only ones left who really had the means to take down the established oligarchy, but far from the only ones against it.

…i had a goofball crush on marshall. he was about seventeen, i was around sixteen, but then he found out that i was originally from babyworld and had only spent a year or so in vampworld. but he was cool! kinda like a big brother or older cousin.

monsters were like the elementals of our world. some canon elementals existed too — candy, fire, ice, and slime — but my timeline’s “elements miniseries" equivalent surrounded vampires, werewolves, wizards, and demons, and might've been after the finale...?

marcy took a role similar to pb and fp. she was the vampire queen, in her giant bat form, with all her character development flushed down the toilet. and it made her sick to come back from.

our “finale” — my timeline’s equivalent to the last episode of adventure time — involved a werewolf/vampire standoff, with most other people left alive on the side of the werewolves. i was kinda like the sole survivor, if you remember the fallout 4 metaphor from earlier. y’know, running around helping folks, recruiting them to help our cause in exchange for protection from vagabonds and vampires.

marcy was… akin to zuko, if he didn’t become the firelord at the end. she fought, but like i said, she and simon lived on the outskirts, kinda like bucky’s initial steps to recovery in wakanda, but with a buddy. two for one, with sy and simon as her roomie!

preeeetty sure simon and sy were originally jewish, too. they and bucky are pretty similar, actually — go figure!

vampworld didn’t have a finn anymore before me. i usurped him and took our narrative role, since… he was already dead. or i guess he was just never born?

no humans untouched by vampirism or some other monsterous affliction or magical protection survived the initial fallout of the mushroom war. most other stuff was able to mutate, but... well, if you've watched arcane, "nature has made us intolerant to change. fortunately, we have the capacity to change our nature."

it would explain why simon/“ice king” would initially be the only one capable of surviving rather than sy, since he was using the crown to keep them alive.

we had a betty though! she went missing and was presumed dead at the end of the mushroom war, which, turned out to be the time travel thing with hambo, like in canon. again, to draw a parallel to fallout 4 — she was like nick valentine. except we weren’t all that close since i knew other humans already. i had fuzzy memories of fionna and her simon, martin, and huntress, (all human), and bonnie told me about them while i was growing up. and the fact that more humans did come out of vaults like to the ones vault-tec built. (guess that explains what little human population there was.)

so that’s where vampworld martin came from. poor guy.

we had a minerva campbell too, but she never knew martin mertens, and she had lost her son when he was young…? she didn’t like talking about it. but something in her told me that she was just like my original mom, back in babyworld. i didn’t like thinking about that. frankly i still don’t so i’m gonna lock that up and move on

my timeline's equivilant to the "islands miniseries" also took place after the "finale."

i dunno if i ever found out why huntress wasn’t a wizard. maybe she would’ve been, if she hadn’t gotten ganked by the star. …whoops.

my timeline had a nico the catboy. he was still a cat, but he lived out somewhere with a werewolf pack, i think. we met after the showdown against the vk, and he was really cool. we started dating kinda by accident — luckily i had more life experience and he was more comfortable with dating me than marshall was. which i’m glad for, ‘cause marshall was a great familio-platonic bestie, and nico was a great partner.

nico was taller than me, long and lanky. He liked to sprawl out on top of me no matter what position i was in. and when i played with his hair, and scalp massages where i scratched behind his ears. his hair was super long, too — he rarely ever cut it.

if i had to assign him a human race, i’d say he was diné, at least in part. there were definitely holdovers from human culture across ooo, and that one resonates with what i remember about my nico and how he would read as being “coded.”

i, on the other hand, mostly cut my hair short. after the first time i chopped it all off when i was ten or twelve, it was never longer than about my shoulderblades.

i got a lot more comfortable taking my arm off with nico around. i didn’t like not wearing it since it’d lost it traumatically and shiz, but nico just… i dunno. he made it easier.

i used to sleep curled up in his arms with my face buried the crook of his neck. he smelled good, like boyfriend hoodies and a healthy cat. lean and muscular, so he was basically the ideal proportions for my sweaty ass to hold at night.

he was also super easy to lift, which i did all the time. i’d just scoop him up and carry him off, either because i was feeling needy or to help him calm down. eventually, i was able to haul him under my left arm just as gently as i could carry him bridal style.

this post is an ever-expanding wip as i remember stuff, so have a guinea pig 🐹

pixel art credit: 🌌 | 🌆 | 🏙️ | 🌄