#the second brother; i found out he existed in july

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What is going onnnn

[youngsadlesbian]

BABY'S FIRST GAY PANIC (PART 2) — carina deluca and maya bishop.

pairing: carina deluca x maya bishop x daughter!reader

summary: you start enjoying going to the hospital again and it doesn't take long for your mothers to find out why.

a/n: @sad-x3 asked me for a part 2 of this and here it is. i don't know if i followed the path she wanted, but that's okay. hope you like it! english is not my first language so i’m sorry for any mistakes, guys.

word count: 1,3k

warnings: kinda angst but then fluff in the end, maya being stupid and the most doting mother in the world <3

You loved spending time with your Aunt Amelia at the hospital because she always found a way to let you watch some surgery she was doing, because you were her favorite niece and she did everything you asked.

But there were no surgeries today. Amelia was in the emergency room treating several patients who appeared to be suffering from the same severe headache. Bored and also having a bad headache from the flu, you sat on the floor of the infirmary while putting on your headphones to listen to Taylor Swift. You didn't notice the presence of a teenage girl behind you until she was tapped on the shoulder.

"Do you like Taylor Swift?" That was Nurse Hernandez's daughter who was at the hospital every day after she got out of school. You had seen her there several times during your life.

"Yes, I'm listening to Evermore." You walked away so the girl sat next to you. "What can we say that..."

"He's Folklore's brother." She smiled. And what a smile. "My name is Elena. You are the daughter of Doctor DeLuca and Captain Bishop, right?"

"Yes, but most people just call me Y/n." Elena rolled her eyes. "Want to listen to the album with me?"

"Of course."

You spent hours on end listening to all of Taylor Swift's albums, and when your phone died, you simply talked about anything that came to mind. You discovered that Elena was a really nice girl and you had a similar vibe, which made you automatically enjoy her company. When your aunt looked for you hours later, she caught you laughing like there was no tomorrow with Elena and was almost sorry to end the moment between you.

"Y/n/n, your mom is already going home." You waved goodbye to Elena and went after your mother with Amelia.

It didn't go unnoticed by Carina that you seemed happier and more excited since the morning, she made a mental note to mention this to her wife later. Normally you talked a lot in the car, but this time you were so busy with your phone that it blinked every second with a new notification that she preferred not to interrupt.

At some point you got over your crush on Julie because it was replaced by a huge crush on Elena. You two had become great friends, talking practically all day through messages about anything. It was with you that Elena shared that she had finally had her first kiss.

You fell asleep right after taking your medicine, which really made you sleepy, but not before practically begging your mother to take you to the hospital again.

Teenagers really were very weird.

You were very grumpy after this information, but she made some joke and changed the subject when she noticed your discomfort.

Every possible opportunity to stay at home you used to go to the hospital. At this point, your mother Carina already knew about Elena's existence and thought your friendship with the girl was cute.

Maya hated it. She felt that there was something more between you two and to her you were still a baby. And of course, she was right.

You didn't have a completely platonic relationship. At least not since you decided to admit that you liked her more than just a friend and she confessed that she felt something more too. You never kissed or anything like that out of pure insecurity, but that was about to change.

Heavy rain in Seattle caused part of your school's roof to collapse, leaving all students home for three days until the repairs were finally completed.

Your mother was having surgery that would take a few hours, so you decided to take shelter with Elena in her office. You don't remember exactly what turn your conversation took and made you and Elena start kissing. Much less did you remember when your mothers entered the office and caught you in a compromising position.

"I told you, Carina!" Your mother Maya screamed. You distanced yourself as much as possible from Elena, wiping your face stained by her red lipstick. "There was no way this was platonic."

"Bella, we'll deal with this later. Elena, your mother is looking for you to go home." You ran to Elena and shook her hand before she finally left. That only seemed to increase Maya's anger, scaring you so that you cowered even more on the floor.

Carina approached you and touched your head.

"Bambina, look at me."

"Mamma Maya è arrabbiata con me." You had a habit of speaking Italian when you were nervous. Maya felt her heart tighten with regret for once again letting her anger get the best of her.

"Let me deal with Mamma Maya, ok bambina?" You shook your head and looked at your mother. Your eyes were teary and there were still traces of lipstick on your face. "There's the most beautiful girl in the world. Is Elena your girlfriend?"

"No, mamma. But I really wanted this."

"You're not old enough to date, Y/n DeLuca-Bishop!" Maya shouted. "You need to focus on your studies and nothing else."

"Bella, leave me alone with her." Carina gave her best I think you'd better obey me look when Maya resisted her request. The firefighter left the office in a huff. "Don't listen to what your mother said. If you're happy, I'm happy. Now let's go home."

You didn't talk to any of your mothers the whole way, even though Carina tried to start a conversation. Maya was so angry and you were so afraid that she would freak out and send you to the other side of the world just to get away from Elena that it hurt deeply.

Dinner was also eaten in silence and with you trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. Carina wanted to hit Maya hard when she noticed this.

You retired early saying you needed to finish some homework. Only then did Carina let all her frustration out.

"Your daughter needs your support, you idiot!" Carina frantically hit Maya on the shoulder, who tried to free herself from her wife without success. "Sei incredibile, Maya Bishop!"

"I know I overreacted..."

"Overreacted? You were terrible. I think you better fix this before it gets worse."

That's what Maya did. Before knocking on your bedroom door she heard you sniffle and felt like the worst mother in the world.

Maya took a deep breath and knocked twice on your door.

"Y/n/n, it's mom." Maya heard the sound of some things falling before you finally responded.

"Go away."

Then you cried. You cried because you felt like you let your mother down and you felt like she didn't love you anymore and mainly because you were afraid of her forcing you to stay away from Elena.

"I'm sorry, honey. I was too extreme. I'm still learning, you know?" You opened the door a crack and she saw one of your brown eyes staring deeply at her. "I'm still learning how to be a good mother and sometimes I feel like I'm not."

"You are, mom. You're good at so many things but you're the best as being my mom. I was just scared that I let you down."

"You would never be capable of that, little bee. Even if you committed a crime I still think it would be impossible to disappoint me." You opened the door and your mother saw how wrecked you were. Hair standing on end and face swollen from crying. "Come here and hug mommy, please?"

You hugged her and then everything was fine. Because Maya really was bad at a lot of things and hard-headed about pretty much everything, but she was the best mother you could ask for.

[nobedofroses]

October 4th

pairing: Jackson!Joel x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, weapons mention

words: 1.2k

a/n: Prompt for today is go on a hayride from this list by @rubymemes. I'm constantly falling in love with Jackson!Joel

Directory, Day 3

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Several years into Jackson’s founding, everything seemed to be running smoothly and the community could move on from doing things only for necessity and survival and start including things that enriched life. Some of this was holidays or celebrations that people wanted to bring back, although everything was updated and some things were left out when they didn’t really fit the existing worldview anymore. But things that were fun, meaningful, encouraged betterment, and that were feasible were regularly included in the docket to be voted on and most passed.

This year, you had wanted to do a harvest celebration since more crops than ever had been planted in the spring and everyone would deserve a celebration after all the work they did when it was done. Since Maria was your close friend, she worked with you on your proposal, going over what was feasible and the amount of work you’d be signing up for so it would have a better chance of being accepted by the council. You were incredibly nervous while they debated, but needlessly so because the movement to hold a harvest festival was passed unanimously.

It was July and you immediately set to work. Now, the harvest was wrapping up and almost everything was in place for the festival in two days time. The people helping you were those that didn’t participate in the actual harvest very much because their other duties conflicted with it like the bakers and main patrollers. Since the festival would be during the afternoon to early evening, they would mostly be available to help out.  

Everything was going smoothly and covered until someone accidentally told an entire class of kids that there was going to be a hayride. There was not, but you couldn’t disappoint them now, so you rushed to fulfill that wish. Thankfully, there were two free horses and a wooden wagon and plenty of hay, though you opted for spreading the hay out like bedding so you could fit more kids at once. And adults. The only thing was that you didn’t know how to drive a wagon. And everyone that was available already had positions to fill. You didn’t want to ask anyone that was supposed to be celebrating to work the festival instead, so you went to Maria for help with what you should do.

After a brief rundown of what was going on, she told you, unequivocally, that she would get someone and not to worry about that. Instead, you should worry about where exactly this wagon was going to go since you couldn’t take a group of children in a slow moving wagon outside of the commune.

Two days later, you had your plan and everything was starting without a hitch. You were just finishing the prep for the wagon and had started brushing and tacking the horses up until the point that they would be attached to the wagon because you still didn’t know that part.

“This the hayride?” You heard a deep voice ask from behind you. You turned quickly and found yourself looking at Joel, who was Maria’s brother-in-law. You had seen him around quite a bit but had only said a grand total of maybe 10 words to him since you always got tongue-tied just from his presence. You liked his kid though, Ellie. She helped you relax. She wasn’t here right now.

“Um, y-yeah. Hayride, that’s me. And the horses. The horses— they’re doing the work. I don’t know how to attach them,” you babbled, hoping anything you were saying was intelligible.

“I’ll get them, you just tell me where I’m driving this thing,” he told you, picking up part of the tack and getting to work setting up the horses. You got lost watching his movements for a second before Joel said your name and brought you back to the present.

“Right, the drive. Um, we got permission to go along the perimeter of the outside fence until dusk,” you told him, focusing on the logistics that were dull and boring and not at all as fascinating and beautiful and distracting as the man before you.

“Kay, I brought a pistol and shotgun, so that should be fine. Are you coming too?”

“Yeah, I promised to be here to watch our surroundings so you can focus on driving the horses,” you explained, not wanting it to seem like you were trying to micromanage him.

“Good. When do we start?” Joel asked, just finishing the last attachments to the wagon. He petted over the neck of the horse he had just finished with, Paisley. You patted the horse closer to you, Argyle, subconsciously mimicking his movements.

“Right at 3:30. We should be able to do at least four half hour rounds before it starts getting too dark.”

Joel just nodded this time and you let the conversation end naturally.

A couple hours later, you were on your third go round. It had been a lot of fun so far, a packed and very chatty wagon every time. You were sitting up front by Joel but could still hear what everyone was saying and loved hearing them praise what the festival had going on.

Every so often, you commented on something someone said or some sort of plant or animal life that was visible inside the fence. By the way he responded, you could tell he had been paying attention, he was just kind of quiet. You had been in a companionable silence for the first third of this go round when Joel surprised you.

“Everyone seems happy. This was a good idea.” 
 “The festival or the hayride?” You asked, maybe a tad overeager.

That brought a chuckle from Joel at your enthusiasm, “Both, I guess. But the harvest festival. Maria told me how much work you did for this. Nice of you.”

The praise of your work made you feel like you’d been dipped in warm honey. You couldn’t help the little thrill of a shiver that had you shifting in your seat. “Thank you, Joel. I really appreciate hearing that from… someone like you.”

“Someone like me? What am I like?” Joel asked, his tone light but you felt like you saw a certain guardedness in his posture.

“Someone that I admire,” you said softly, but sure that Joel heard you. “I see the way you interact with the people you care about and for someone like that to think I’ve done something nice for others is really flattering.”

“Then… you’re welcome,” he said, the most awkward you had ever heard him.

You couldn’t help the laugh that came from you, but it was as much a laugh about how happy you were as it was about the moment.

Almost back to the start again Joel spoke up, “Maria said there’s food for the volunteers.” 
 “Yes! Are you hungry? We only have one more round, is that too long to wait? I can run and grab a snack,” you offered, wanting to show your appreciation fully.

“No, I’m good to wait. I just wanted to see if we should eat together since we’ve been working together this whole time,” Joel replied.

You tried to sound nonchalant but still interested and happy to share a meal with him, “Yeah that works… I’d be super happy to share a meal with you.”

Joel smiled and he was looking at the horses and where they were going, but you knew that smile was for you.

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[catsconflictscopicsandchamomile]

Alright Gravity Falls fandom, we need to talk.

MASSIVE tw for (not always particularly kind) fictional depictions of mental illness, psychosis and hallucinations. General unreality tw, also tw for heavy/realistic gore. This post goes into possible GF crossover/meta content within a fairly graphic live-action tv show.

I’m sure everyone has seen Jason Ritter’s recent monthlong, Book Of Bill -fueled twt roleplay stint where he acted, loudly, as though he was possessed by Bill Cipher.

One problem: I already knew it was Jason Ritter that was possessed, NOT Alex Hirsch… since last fall. And I think y’all need to know why, because… well, you’ll see.

(Disclaimer: I have not seen 99.9% of Gravity Falls, and have never been in the fandom. I have only watched/read the necessary material to make this post.)

The relevant episode here is “Sock Opera”. First of all, this episode establishes that may have been another viable vessel for Bill left behind after the series finale, albeit a charred and torn one.

Puppet Dipper.

Why the fuck does this matter? Well, last fall (premiering on the night of the Harvest Moon no less), edgy meme fodder superhero show The Boys released a spinoff, Gen V, focusing on superheroes in college. One character, named Sam Riordan (don’t get me started on the Riordan thing. His brother’s name was Luke), suffers from vivid hallucinations, and that’s where things get really strange.

Final tw for live-action depiction of psychosis/hallucinations

So… yeah. Jason Ritter, on The Boys*, playing HIMSELF, playing a deranged puppet show host who appears in a boy’s mind to convince him to go on murder sprees.

*the puppets and larger in-universe puppet tv show associated with Jason Ritter’s character have since appeared in the mainstream The Boys universe, so it can be concluded that Jason Ritter exists there as well.

Oh, and when Sam does give into Jason Ritter’s influence (wtf am I even writing rn) this happens:

Realistic gore warning, especially at the end of the clip. Seriously.

THATS. CONCERNING

Making all this even weirder, this entire show predates the Book Of Bill’s announcement by two whole months, and Jason Ritter’s recent Hot Triangle Summer by almost nine months.

It also predates Matpat’s ICONIC penultimate theory video by seven months. In that video, Matpat (jokingly, mostly) lays out a “final theory” that Bill

1) Survived (confirmed by Book of Bill)

2) is looking for a way into “our” dimension (also confirmed)

3) has found a new human puppet in…. Alex Hirsch. Now, that’s where I don’t agree. Due to the above clips, I always assumed that if Bill was hiding among the GF crew, it was in Jason’s head.

Also in this video, Matpat attempts to explain the Bill Cipher Zodiac thing (??? as I said I don’t actually watch this show)

…this thing. Matpat attempted to explain That Thing by linking each symbol to a project Alex has since worked on, saying that together, these easter eggs would spell out “the way to defeat Bill for good”. However, there is one symbol that Matpat couldn’t figure out.

The “llama”. Except it’s not a llama. It’s an alpaca.

A seemingly (ie, hopefully) sentient alpaca named Sloane, who just happens to be one of the most baffling, non-sequitor gags in Gen V.

So, this is as bizarre as it gets, right? All this goes down, Book of Bill comes out, Jason has his Bill roleplay month and we’re all done, can shut the proverbial and literal book on this specific vein of Cipher shenanigans. …Right?

fUCK NO ITS NOT OVER.

On June 4th, 2024, Gen V’s official twt and insta pages announced their newest character, Cipher, with the show’s second season being confirmed for 2025 in a post dated July 26th.

That’s all the updates on this situation for now. A quick reality check to finish up: Obviously Bill Cipher isn’t real and these writers, actors etc aren’t actually possessed. However, I would take Matpat’s own thoughts one: Alex Hirsch absolutely being the type of person to build this bonkers metanarrative, and add that this is far from the only absolute gut punch of a late-2000s-fandom-specific easter egg to be found in Gen V. Other examples include the characters of Luke Riordan, Annabeth (yes seriously), and ofc the tragic/antihero psychic girl with mind control abilities whose eyes turn red with blood when she overuses her powers, and who loses her hand in a climactic season-ending battle…. If You Know, You Know. TLDR someone in Gen V’s writers’ room is both young enough, savvy enough and unhinged(complimentary) enough to 10000% do this on purpose.

Anyway yeah. Just coming over from The Boys fandom to let yall know that Bill has already made the jump to 3d, via puppets of all things. Hope this was helpful or just vaguely ominous.

[invisibleraven]

kissing your lover's forehead or knuckles for PeterPatterLina?

"You sure about this?" Carlos asked her.

"Not at all," Julie replied, steadying herself. "But I have to try."

Carlos nodded, flicking the switch on the machine next to him, the noise almost deafening, and a swirling vortex opened up next to him. "You have to come back you know!" he shouted. "If you don't, papi will kill me!"

Julie snorted with laughter-hoping it covered the sob catching in her throat at the same time, then pulled Carlos into a hug. "I'll be back. I promise." With that she stepped through the vortex only one thought on her mind-

Hold on guys, I'm coming.

Julie stumbled out on the other side of the vortex, groaning as the landing was less than smooth, but when you use a time portal made by your teenaged brother, you couldn't ask for a less bumpy ride.

She straightened out, looking around, and gasped-she had been expecting to find herself in 1995, just in time to save Luke, Alex, and Reggie from death by hot dogs. She could bring them home with her so history wouldn't be altered, but they could still have their second chance at life instead of getting jolted out of existence.

But... this wasn't 1995.

Instead of skyscrapers and traffic, she saw forest, carts, castles...and no trace of her ghosts in sight.

Something had gone terribly wrong.

She turned, but the vortex had disappeared-Carlos had warned her it would, he could only keep it open so long, and it would take him time to get it back up-maybe days.

What the heck was Julie going to do trapped in some Ren Faire fantasy for days?

"Hello fair maiden, are you lost?"

Julie turned-and she swore she almost fainted. Because there, riding a horse and looking like a knight in shining armour, was Reggie. Grinning that same crooked grin, his green eyes sparkling. And next to him, on another horse was Luke, some sort of lute strapped to his back, that same boyish smile and sparkling hazel eyes she knew so well.

"I found you," she breathed. "Or...some version of you at least."

The boys exchanged looks before turning their gazes back at her, concern painting their features. "Are you alright miss?" Luke asked.

"Do you need us to bring you to a physician?' Reggie asked.

Great, they thought she was crazy. Julie honestly wasn't sure they were wrong, because here she was, centuries out of time, looking at two people who looked just like her ghosts, and she had no idea how to explain anything to them. She doubted time travel would help them doubt her sanity any less, and magic well...she remembered what they did to witches in the past.

"I think I just need to eat...maybe sleep," Julie replied.

"Well we can provide food and a humble shelter, if you require," Luke offered.

Reggie jumped down, helping hoist her onto his horse, and Julie clung onto the saddle with a death grip. Even as Reggie held onto her, it didn't feel any less scary to be trotting along.

Soon enough they arrived at a little cottage, and Luke helped Julie down as Reggie tied up the horses. "You're shaking," he observed.

"Not a big rider," she explained.

"Me either," Luke confessed. "But it was that, or walk, and frankly, horses are faster."

"Plus you refuse to ride in the cart," Reggie joked, tossing off his chainmail, and starting a fire.

Julie had to play dumb when they introduced themselves, and went along with them calling her Juliet-it was close enough, and hey, when in Rome right?

They didn't have much-a simple stew, straw mattresses on the floor, but she figured it was better than sleeping out in the woods. "Thank you for the hospitality, please let me know if I can ever repay you."

"Nonsense," Reggie said. "It's the sworn duty of a chivalrous knight to save fair damsels."

"He's not really a knight," Luke whispered. "He just wants to be. But helping out puts coin in our pockets along with composing songs and poems."

"Of course you're a bard," Julie giggled. "Should have guessed."

"Do you like to sing?" Reggie asked.

"I did-I do," Julie replied. "Though since I lost my troupe, I haven't been able to do so much."

"We understand that," Luke replied. "We lost two of our brethren to plague and invaders-music seems somewhat more hollow without them."

Well that answered where Alex was, and Julie quickly swiped a tear away. God what weird reality did she end up in?

"Oh please don't cry," Luke said quickly.

"Luke doesn't do well with maidens crying," Reggie explained.

"Sorry," Julie sniffled, swiping at her eyes once more. "It's just... you remind me so much of some of the people I lost, and I miss them so much. I never even got to tell them that I loved them."

"A lost love?" Reggie questioned. "Oh, that is tragic. I don't know what I would do if I lost..."

Luke took his hand then, giving it a squeeze. "I'm not going anywhere." He brought Reggie's hand up then, kissing the knuckles.

Julie held her hands up to her mouth-of course she knew that Luke and Reggie revolved around each other-apparently they did in every universe-but it was so nice to see it once more. Even if part of her still longed to be inside that orbit as she had been before.

The boys broke away quickly, and Julie just smiled, helping them clean-even though they both insisted she was a guest-this place looked like it needed a woman's touch-or at least one pass of a broom.

The straw wasn't the most comfortable, but the fire was warm, and Julie eventually managed to get some sleep, rising before the boys did. She crept off, checking to see if the vortex had returned, but no dice.

Going back to the cottage, Julie figured she needed to keep busy-and even if these weren't her Luke and Reggie, she was going to enjoy what time with them she had.

The next few days Julie found things to do around their home, borrowing a dress from a woman that looked a lot like Kayla from Carrie's band, but it fit and that was good enough. She cleaned, she cooked, she read the small collection of books the guys had-even if the Olde English was a little harder to parse.

But mostly she sang.

Luke broke out his lute, singing poems and stories, fine tuning them while Reggie chopped wood or hunted their meal. And Julie sang-sometimes with Luke, helping him find lyrics or a melody, sometimes out with Reggie as she collected water or fed their small collection of animals-even if the chickens didn't appreciate it.

And at night they sang together, songs Julie didn't know, but the boys were eager to teach her. Songs they made up on the spot, silly ballads of heroic deeds and strange monsters.

Julie loved it-finally feeling like she had what she had been missing.

But then, a villager came running, telling Reggie about some weird door that had appeared near the woods, and Julie immediately knew-it was time.

The three of them set off, and as they got closer, Julie grew sadder as she saw the swirling mass of energy.

"It's here for me," she said, dismounting the horse.

"Juliet, what do you mean?" Luke asked, catching at her hand.

"I don't belong here," she explained. "I need to go back home. To my family-even if you aren't there. No version of you is."

"I don't understand," Reggie said. "But I-neither of us want you to go."

"If I could stay I would, believe me," Julie said, eyes getting blurry with tears. She pressed a kiss to his forehead, then to Luke's.

Behind her, the vortex started to grow unstable-it was now or never.

"I love you both."

With that, she stepped backwards into the vortex, seeing Luke and Reggie reach for her as she disappeared, landing back on the studio floor, looking up at a concerned Carlos.

"Where are the guys?" he asked.

Julie sat up, looking at the spot where the vortex once was, the empty studio, and gave a sad smile. "Where they're supposed to be."

With that, she stood up, dusting off her clothes, and looked at her brother. "Thank you for trying-but I think we need to dismantle the machine."

"If you're sure," Carlos replied.

Julie looked at the bracelets adorning her wrists-two from her Luke and Reggie, two from her reality bending adventure. While she would prefer to have the real things with her, she had reminders of her time with them, and that would have to be enough.

"I'm sure."

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

The Anderson Family Tree (x)​

( Aurora, Faye, and Lilibeth all exist within separate universes, notes will be made at the specific points that canons differ)

shoutout to @the-witching-ash for helping me develop this entire clusterfuck of a family

Tag List: want to be added?

Althea Anderson ( Maggie Smith ):

Matriarch of the Anderson family

Divorced her husband in her 60s, came out as a lesbian, her lifelong best friend moved into her house

Would do anything for her grandchildren no questions asked

in Lilibeth & Faye's verses, she lives in a mansion in Ohio, in SOWK she lives in the South of France and has a second home in Paris

her contact with Devon's children was severely limited until they got older and could maintain contact with her behind their father's back

Edgar Anderson ( Robert Redford ):

Truly the worst

Homophobic, racist, misogynistic, borderline christian fundamentalist

He just sucks so much like you don't even know I hate him so much

Disowned Mallory when she came out

Former Dalton boy

I hate him so much that's all there is to say I hate him

Catherine Arnoult ( Julie Andrews ):

Althea Anderson's best friend ( they're gal pals, your honour )

Her family are french aristocrats

moves in with Althea after she and Edgar divorce

As classy as they come but also has the greatest insults in the world, all of the Andersons want to be her when they're older

Devon Anderson ( Robert Downey Jr ):

Also the worst

Just like his father, homophobic, racist, misogynistic, shitty ass father

Republican politician (senator of Ohio)

Former Dalton boy

Foes not talk to his children except when it benefits his image

Pam Anderson ( Lea Salonga ):

Stay at home mom minus the mom part

Loves her son & step son, and daughter in Faye's verse, in SOWK she raised Aurora as her own despite not being her mom

But lets Devon push her around and call the shots

Virtually no relationship with her kids since Blaine & Aurora came out (not homophobic but Devon says no talking to them so she doesn't)

Not outright abusive like Devon but does nothing to stop him

Eleanor Anderson ( Angelina Jolie ):

Realized that Devon was a piece of shit and got out of there

Not close with her son but they do maintain contact and she always asks about his younger sibling/siblings

The best parent in that branch of the family

She wasn't ready to be a mom but Devon pressured her to marry and have kids

She left him when she found out he was having an affair with Pam

Mallory Anderson ( Sandra Bullock ):

TBD if she's exclusive to Lilibeth's verse or not I can't decide

Lesbian icon

The best of the Andersons by far

Came out as a lesbian the day of her UCLA graduation (after her father had paid for all of it)

Was disowned by her father and brother but stayed close with her mother

Lives in LA

in Lili's verse, she moves back to Ohio to help take care of her mom and the house when Althea moves into a retirement facility

She's just so cool also she yells at Schue a lot

Very close with her nephews (and nieces if she exists in Faye or Aurora's verses), Cooper comes over for family dinner once a week until moving back to Ohio

Could be a lawyer, tbd

Gloria Santos-Anderson ( Nicole Scherzinger ):

Also the coolest

Bisexual icon, 80s & 90s pop star

Now works either in music production or management, is known for always putting artists above profit

Very supportive of her daughter's music & vlogging career

Technically Lili's manager but in a "you have the natural talent for this I'm going to make sure no one fucks with you" way not insane stage mom way – she and Mallory never pushed Lili into doing this but wholeheartedly support her when she does

Cooper Anderson ( Matt Bomer ):

What a man tbh

Bisexual polyamorous disaster

Dalton alumni, was roommates (biblically) with his best friend Roman Kline

Now in a relationship with Roman & Ash Astor

Actor, mostly in indie projects and commercials but looking for his big break

Loves his younger sibling(s) but has not always been the best at showing it

Learned too much emotional absence from his father, he's working on it

The reason theatre kids have a bad rep

Blaine Anderson ( Darren Criss ):

How do I begin to explain Blaine Anderson?

Truly don't know what to say, we all know him

The real reason theatre kids have a bad rep

Disaster gay trying to pose as distinguished gay

Means well but also sometimes an idiot

Faye Anderson ( Vanessa Hudgens ):

Top student at Crawford Country

Lead soloist of her glee club

Was a boarding student at Crawford Country despite having a family house in Ohio because that would involve her parents having to actually come to Ohio

Really truly does not want to go to McKinley but her parents decide that if Blaine is so insistent on it then the twins can just live at home and both go to McKinley – she's very bitter

Her favourite instrument is the piano

She was almost kicked out of home when she came out, the only reason that she wasn't is because Devon was up for reelection and it would have looked bad

Aurora Anderson ( Kaylee Bryant ):

The girl the myth the legend

Everyone's favourite bi (except Kurt and Rachel)

Only girl at Dalton, Devon pulled a lot of strings to make it happen – not for her benefit but because Andersons go to Dalton

Her best friend is Nick Duvall and they dated briefly before he realized he was gay and they agreed that it felt like dating a sibling

Nearly died on her fourteenth birthday when she and Blaine were victims of a hate crime after their freshman year Sadie Hawkins dance, has severe PTSD as well as mental and physical disabilities & a collection of mental illnesses

Nine months younger than Blaine and should be a grade below but as far as the world knows, she's his twin – the only people who know the truth are the Warbler Inner Circle + Cooper, Roman, and Ash

Dalton fight club champion

Musical theatre nerd and also just a nerd in general

Her favourite movie is Disney's Hunchback of Notre Dame

Everyone's baby sister

Lilibeth Anderson ( Olivia Rodrigo ):

Grew up in LA with her moms, moves to Ohio at the start of eighth grade (glee s2) not happy about it but she does love getting to see her grandmothers & Blaine

Very close with Cooper since Mallory insists on him coming to family dinners

Youtube vlogger & singer which was turning into a full blown career but it stalled big time when she moved to Ohio

Her grandmothers lived in the same home as Jean and she had become close with Jean before she died

Sue is a fan of her because of this, no one gets away with fucking with her at McKinley because of it

She starts as a freshman at McKinley in season 3 – Rachel can't stand her

Dates Ryder and it's very very bad for her, eventually she dumps him when he goes on his transphobic spiral towards Unique

Didn't plan on becoming a Cheerio but is dragged into it by Sue and is surprised to love it

Cooper is the one who helps her figure out how to revive her vlog & music career in Ohio

[doctorbrown]

MCFLY JULY ‘24 ⸺ 「 8 / 31 * MANURE TRUCK DRIVER 」

July 25, 1987

“Shut up, Verne!” Jules huffs, leaning over to smack his younger brother on the arm when he interrupts for the fourth time in a row—he’s been counting—with a question or comment that he’s convinced Marty would’ve answered in the next breath if Verne would just let him speak. “Let Uncle Marty finish telling the story before you go running your mouth, would’ja? We’ll be here forever!”

Einstein, nestled between the two boys, lifts his head lazily when Jules jostles him, quickly surveying the area. When he deems the area safe, which takes all of about forty-five seconds, he drops his head back onto his paws and grumbles his inconvenience from being pulled from his slumber.

Verne slaps Jules’ hand when he tries to pull it away and Marty chuckles, leaning back to leave ample distance between him and the boys should this escalate into a fight.

“It’s fine, guys, really.”

“See?” Verne’s self-satisfied smile prompts a dramatic eyeroll out of Jules. “I bet Uncle Marty loves telling the story. Dad’s told us a little about the time travel—back when he was workin’ on the Train and teachin’ us about the future.” Or the present from where they’re currently sitting. “But since he wasn’t there for all the good stuff, I wanna hear you tell it.”

“It’s your fault he hasn’t told it already!”

“Anyway,” Marty continues loudly, immediately garnering the boys’ attention. He should have been feeling nauseous by now, recounting the tales of his time travel misadventures despite how he held his audience captive. Jules and Verne were both intrigued, sitting on the edge of their metaphoric seats, and, strangely, Marty can’t deny that there’s a small surge of enjoyment that rolls through him instead in place of the nausea.

Perhaps it was because the years had placed enough of a buffer between him and the events that’d run him ragged. Or it could be that now, with a family to think about, Doc was far more careful about the time machines than he had been back in 1985.

Nobody was coming after him, nobody was threatening to erase them from existence, and Doc was here, settled back into the Twentieth Century for good.

It was a considerable weight off his shoulders.

“So I had to follow Biff to find out where he put the almanac while Doc worked on the DeLorean—turns out he’s arguing with the guy who had to clean all the sh—manure—out of his car after he crashed it trying to run me down.” Both Jules and Verne screw up their faces in disgust, all-too familiar with the stench.

On more than one occasion, Marty found himself wondering how the aftermath of that beyond Biff wanting to well and truly kill him went. The truck driver must have had an interesting story to tell his family that night.

“Ew.”

“I don’t think I’ll forget that smell as long as I live.” Jules shudders. “The town square always smelled a little like it. And Dad had the horses too—Archimedes was the worst.”

“Did he get covered in it?”

“Oh yeah. Him and his goons.”

Verne sticks his tongue out, fascinated and disgusted and thoroughly intrigued. “Gross.”

“And that wasn’t even the only time it happened.”

[blogger360ncislarules]

Talk about a 21st-century miracle. The faith-based series has converted a mass of impassioned viewers to rival any Yellowstone or The Walking Dead fanbase — without marquee stars or aggressive marketing. We’re of course talking about The Chosen, the first multi-season series to depict the life and ministry of Jesus of Nazareth (played by Jonathan Roumie) and his most fervent followers. The show’s first three seasons have been available for free via theChosen app and the Angel Studios website, as well as on streamers like Netflix and Prime Video, but you can now watch the series’ broadcast debut on The CW as it airs 24 divine weekly episodes from Sunday, July 16, through Christmas Eve.

“Over 100 million people have seen at least one episode,” creator Dallas Jenkins tells us after a busy day shooting a Season 4 episode in Goshen, Utah. (The series also films outside Dallas.) But he’s grateful for the boost of being on network television, noting that it helps the show “cross the chasm into audiences that have heard about it but haven’t known where to watch it.”

Elizabeth Tabish in The Chosen

The tale of how The Chosen came into existence is nearly as compelling as the greatest story ever told. “It was born out of failure,” Jenkins says with a laugh. After a feature film he directed didn’t do well, he dusted off a short film script about Christ’s birth from the perspective of the shepherds. The video went viral and, though Jenkins didn’t love the idea of crowdfunding to make a series, he had nothing to lose. At the end of the video, he gave viewers the opportunity to invest (not donate, he specifies), “and over 16,000 people around the world invested over $10 million for [what became] Season 1.” From there, he adds, “the word of mouth went crazy.”

The Chosen begins in 1st century Galilee with adult Jesus and introduces familiar Bible figures like the compassionate Mary Magdalene (Elizabeth Tabish), unsure tax collector Matthew (Paras Patel) and bold fishermen brothers Simon Peter (Shahar Isaac) and Andrew (Noah James), depicting how they become the Son of God’s loyal followers. In the first episode, for example, a distraught Mary Magdelene, using the name Lilith, fights personal demons and contemplates ending her life until she meets Jesus, who somehow knows her real name. “I was one way and now I am completely different,” she calmly tells curious religious leader Nicodemus (Erick Avari) in the second episode (July 23). “And the thing that happened in between was Him.”

In adapting stories like that, Jenkins knew merely retelling Scripture wouldn’t give it the “uniquely timely” perspective he was hoping to achieve so that it “doesn’t feel like a stiff melodrama. It feels like actual humanity.” He found inspiration not in other religious productions, but in long-running contemporary dramas that created an intimacy between characters and viewers over many episodes. (Seven seasons are planned for The Chosen.) “I’m not only a lover of the Bible, but I’m also a lover of television,” Jenkins notes. “I’m watching Succession at the same time that I’m writing the show. I’m watching Friday Night Lights, This Is Us. You look at these shows and you realize the time they take to build these characterizations, that’s their secret sauce. They don’t rush it.”

Filling the pivotal role of Jesus was thankfully not a problem — Roumie had worked with Jenkins before in shorts done for his church. But strapping on the sandals is a big responsibility. “I’m still trying to wrap my head around playing Jesus,” the actor admits. “There’s so much depth and layers and mystery to him.” But Jenkins has faith, noting that “casting Jonathan was the easiest decision in the world.”

[cloudcountry]

Aaaaa and I don’t mind your responses to my long writings!! /gen I’m just happy that you’re reading them in the first place kdjfgkdffg— But please give your hands a rest-

Speaking of Ikevamp OCs!! Admittedly, I don’t know much about Freud, Salieri or Chaloner (from the other reblog posts), so I decided to look into them if I have the time >:D I MIGHT give a history lesson about them later--

I’ve also tried to make a comprehensible list of characteristics/things we’ve already got about Beethoven (who *cough* is already like,, half an OC if you squint-) And I’ve added some things of my own. As of right now, his Ikevamp self:

-Is headstrong, strong-willed, and proud

-Is impulsive, independent, and has a short temper

-Is a Grumpy Old Man™ with Grandpa Tendencies™ /aff

-Has a sharp tongue for insults and comebacks

-Values honesty, integrity, and virtue. He hates liars

-Really respects Mozart and hates Napoleon (lol-)

-Not afraid to speak his opinion, so if he doesn’t like you, you WILL know-

-Likes macaroni-and-cheese. I won’t elaborate. /J

-Loves walks in the forest and nature in general! He enjoys taking hikes, it’s a hobby of his :D During these walks, he’s able to clear his head and be inspired by the beauty of nature. He takes a walk around, even if the weather is bad. There was a time where he circled around in a park for hours, humming and composing in his head in pouring rain…

-If he ever were in the game, maybe he would be partially deaf?? Or at least have some hearing problems to pay homage to the real figure—

-Is pretty short,, He’s 5’3/162cm, so he’s grumpy AND short. The best combination /j /lh

-Doesn’t care about status. He was well-received by the Viennese aristocracy but he wasn’t subservient to them; rather, he regarded them as equals. So, he doesn’t see anyone above him or beneath him.

-His family is a touchy subject. For one, his father was an alcoholic, and he tried to exploit Ludwig as a child prodigy, wanted to make him the next Mozart. His father, also a professional singer, was a harsh teacher, "Every time Ludwig hit a sour note, his father's hands came crashing down on his son's with a loud, discordant thwack,” one writer states. He actually had eight siblings and was the second oldest, but only he and two younger brothers made it to adulthood. He deeply cares for his brothers, even though he didn’t approve of their wives- He and his sister-in-law Johanna Reiss hated each other, and he didn’t like his youngest brother’s mistress who would later marry him.)

-Is unlucky in love (Yes, sadly for the real Beethoven, he was pretty unfortunate in terms of romance- Beethoven first fell in love with a young countess named Julie [“Giulietta”] Guicciardi in 1801, but could not marry her because he was a commoner. His famous Piano Sonata No. 14, “Moonlight,” is dedicated to her. A few years later he met and fell in love with Josephine Brunswick, another countess, after he began giving her piano lessons. They would write a series of love letters, of which 15 by Beethoven survive, until her family pressured them to terminate the relationship. He was a hopeless romantic and fell in love many times, who in turn, got rejected each time. Though, it was mainly because of class divisions and marital statuses. He never married.)

I actually read the love letters he sent, and to my surprise, they’re,,, incredibly romantic?! Like legit, love letters are very private things to read in the first place, but even when I was reading his letters, I was like “Should I really be reading these…?” Asdfghjkl— His most famous love letter is the one called “The Immortal Beloved.”

I’m gonna give you some extracts from these love letters that I found really sweet- I hope you don’t mind!!

“My thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved I can only live wholly with you or not at all-

Be calm my life, my all. Only by calm consideration of our existence can we achieve our purpose to live together… Oh, do continue to love me, never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.

Ever Thine, Ever Mine, Ever Ours.

-L.”

“Beat only in silence, oh poor heart, you cannot do otherwise. For you, always for you, only you, eternally you, only you until I die. My solace, my everything. Oh Creator, watch over her, bless her days, all the adversity upon me first.”

“My angel, my very self… Why this profound sorrow, when necessity speaks — can our love endure without sacrifices, without our demanding everything from one another; can you alter the fact that you are not wholly mine, that I am not wholly yours? — Dear God, look at Nature in all her beauty and set your heart at rest about what must be — Love demands all, and rightly so… No doubt we shall meet soon; and today also time fails me to tell you of the thoughts which during these last few days I have been revolving about my life — If our hearts were always closely united, I would certainly entertain no such thoughts. My heart overflows with a longing to tell you so many things — Oh — there are moments when I find that speech is quite inadequate — Be cheerful — and be for ever my faithful, my only sweetheart, my all, as I am yours. The gods must send us everything else, whatever must and shall be our fate. 

—Your faithful Ludwig”

“What a life!!! As it is now!!! without you — pursued by the kindness of people here and there, a kindness that I think — that I wish to deserve just as little as I deserve it — man’s homage to man — that pains me — and when I consider myself in the setting of the universe, what am I and what is that man — whom one calls the greatest of men — and yet — on the other hand therein lies the divine element in man… However much you love me — my love for you is even greater — but never conceal yourself from me — good night — Dear God — so near! so far! Is not our love truly founded in Heaven — and, what is more, as strongly cemented in the firmament of heaven?”

“Even when I am in bed my thoughts rush to you, my immortal beloved, now and then joyfully, then again sadly, waiting to know whether Fate will hear our prayer — To face life I must live altogether with you or never see you… Oh God, why must one be separated from her who is so dear. Yet my life in V[ienna] at present is a miserable life — Your love has made me both the happiest and unhappiest of mortals…”

So, he’s a grump, but he’s actually really romantic in nature,,, A romantic grump if you will

Oh, on another note!! I tried to make a Picrew for a concept appearance, and I actually kinda like what I came up with! The Picrew’s really close to what I had in mind, but maybe I might try to draw him someday??

https://i.postimg.cc/G3xgBVsN/241783-5r-TPl-J0n.png (I’m really hoping the link works, kjdfngd-)

And a quick description of what I had in mind for his appearance!!

-He’s short, but his aura, appearance and demeanour make him give off the vibe that he’s taller

-Wavy middle-length to long length darkish-brown hair he keeps in a low ponytail

-He wears a red jacket! Admittedly, while the colour is a tie-in to the red of the German flag, I feel like it makes him stand out more,, He dresses up very modestly

-Piercing blue eyes framed by round glasses (Ngl, I debated giving him half-moon glasses, but I went with round ones-)

-Overall, he looks pretty stern and intimidating

Jackdaw Anon 🐦

AHSGFD OFC IM READING THEM!!!! I READ EVERYTHING I GET IN MY ASKBOS WHAHAWH IM JUST HAPPY TUMBLR ISNT EATING TEHSE ESSAYS OR STOPPING EM FROM POSTING THEM ^^

I WOULD BE SO HERE FOR THOSE LESSONS AAAAA!!!!! BUT PLEASE REST YOUR HANDS TOO <33 (even though mine have issues whwahwahwah)

BEETHOVEN BEINGA ROMANTIC IS SUCH A SHOCK TO ME??? YOURE SO RIGHT AS I WAS READING THE LOVE LETTERS I WAS LIEK "um...shoudl i be here." LIKE IT FEELS SO PRIVATE GAHHH ITS LIKE HIS GHOST IS JUDGING ME RN

JSAGHFD YOU LITERALLY SUSMMED HIM UP SO WELL YOURE A WIZARD JACKDAW ANON I LITERALLY DONT KNOW HO WYOU DO IT ?>????

[revivemyreverie]

I posted 472 times in 2022

That's 216 more posts than 2021!

235 posts created (50%)

237 posts reblogged (50%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@calderadorm

@the27th

@piraticusdorm

@twst-vampire

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I tagged 458 of my posts in 2022

Only 3% of my posts had no tags

#twst oc - 240 posts

#twisted wonderland - 165 posts

#twisted wonderland oc - 148 posts

#ask game! - 135 posts

#calderadorm - 35 posts

#kendrick hellhaven - 31 posts

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#andreas hellhaven - 24 posts

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Longest Tag: 65 characters

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

“My savior just might exist..! I just need to find them through all these witches.”

Twisted from: Prince Florian (Snow White)

Aldrich Edelweiss

オルドリッチ・エーデルバイス

CV: Shouta Aoi (蒼井 翔太)

Technical info.

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Pansexual

Birthday: 04/27

Age: 19

Height: 5’7

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Black

Hand Pref.: Left

Homeland: Edelweiss Empire

College Info.

Year: 2

Class: 2A Set 3

Club: Track and Field

Favorite Subject: Biology

Other.

Hobby: Hunting

Likes: Camellias

Dislikes: Witches; Goblins

Favorite Food: Chocolate

Hated Food: Apples

Specialty: Acting

One Song: Can mimic the voice of another for exactly 3 minutes and 25 seconds

To Kill a Witch is to become a Prince

Having been born heir to a kingdom obsessed with order, Aldrich found life to be stressful and depressive. He began to attend church in order to find a savior in his life, and instead found comfort in a kind girl who worked in the Church’s choir. She saved him from a life of suffering, and Aldrich soon fell in love. But when the found out she would be engaged to his younger brother, Valentine, Aldrich felt like the world was going to crash in on him. He cut off contact with her, calling her a heretic and witch. The prince said he would never see her again, and it appears he kept to his word.

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124 notes - Posted January 14, 2022

#4

Hiding something?

129 notes - Posted November 14, 2022

#3

Past delinquent meets past delinquent…

145 notes - Posted July 6, 2022

#2

I walked with you once upon a dream

I know you

That look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam.

————

“Whew~, what’s with you and that Vanrouge guy? You can’t even meet him in the eyes, ahahaha!”

“… My opinion of Vanrouge is none of your business, Brennen.”

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My #1 post of 2022

“I don’t care how many takes we need or if this is wasting time! Just admit you can’t perform at my level and get off my stage!”

Twisted from: Erik, the Phantom of the Opera

Lucero Symphomia

ルーチェロー・シムフォミア

CV: Yoshitsugu Matsuoka (松岡 禎丞)

Technical Info.

Other Names: Luce, Monsieur Ange de la Musique (Mr. Angel of Music), Blobfish

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Pansexual

Birthday: 01/08

Age: 19

Height: 174 cm (5’8)

Eye color: Dual; Green and Blue

Hair Color: Rose Brown

Hand Pref. Ambidextrous

Homeland: Monolith Village

College Info.

School Year: 3rd

Class: 3-A Seat 29

Club: Film Studies

Occupation: Student, Countertenor

Other.

Hobby: Singing

Likes: Opera

Dislikes: Being treated unfairly

Favorite Food: Chicken Pot Pie

Least Favorite Food: Fried foods

Talents: Vocal Coaching

UM: Music of the Night

Using only his voice, Lucero can enchant those around him into following his every command. He prefers to not use this skill, as it requires him to sing the entire time.

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I posted 7,664 times in 2022

That's 7,664 more posts than 2021!

636 posts created (8%)

7,028 posts reblogged (92%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 5,713 of my posts in 2022

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Longest Tag: 139 characters

#i get so obnoxious and i've had someone say ''i never hear you talk and i love that you're finally talking. but please take it down a notch

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

'Emergency meeting: Landing Pub 7:45 tonight. Leave Sherlock at the flat'

  "Oh boy-"

  "Text from Lestrade? Is it a case?"

  John handed his phone to Sherlock,"No but he used correct punctuation, grammar and capitalisation. He's serious."

  "Why can't I go?"

  "I don't know-" He took the device back,"Guess I'll find out later tonight?"

______

At the pub-

______

  "Hey Greg, is everything alright mate?"

  They shook hands,"I just really, really need to talk to someone about this and you're quite possibly the only one who can understand my situation."

  "This calls for the strong stuff," He flagged the barkeep down,"Two fingers of whiskey neat for me and three for him on the rocks." 

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#4

I've had a wonderful idea for a crack fic:

Sherlock breaks into Mycroft's house with John. Reason: they have a case question that needs to be answered and Mycroft isn't answering his phone or email.

They make their way to Mycrofts room, flipping the light on and Sherlock yelling,"Brother! Good morning!" it is, in fact, 4:10 in the morning.

Instead of just Mycroft sitting up and glaring at Sherlock, but Lestrade also sits up and they both look like caught teenagers.

John looks at Greg,"Mate, we need to go out for a pint and you better spill everything am I clear?" He was just as surprised as Sherlock, who was now frozen in his tracks,"I'm taking him home to recover, Mycroft answer your bloody phone."

chaos ensues

224 notes - Posted June 4, 2022

#3

Genuine

  "Sherlock," John locked eyes with the detective,"you are bloody gorgeous."

  A very prominent blush crept up the other's neck,"I-I erm…"

  "And adorable, look at that,"He leaned forward and smiled. John knew for a fact that he was one of the few people who existed that could actually catch him off guard, and by god this had to be the best way to get those gears in the detective’s head to stop.

  Sherlock broke eye contact and tapped nervously on the table,"You're getting too direct with your flirting."

  "So you've noticed?"

  He nodded and looked around the room, still refusing to look at John,"So- uh, what,” Sherlock cleared his throat, the telltale signs of embarrassment peeking through,”what brought this up?"

  "It's just been eating me up for a bit,"He propped his head up on his hands,"And I'd… I’d like to kiss you."

  Those few words caused Sherlock's entire system to malfunction, a small sound of shock barely escaped his lips. For a moment, John found it rather endearing that his friend was an actual blushing virgin, but as soon as the spell broke, he wondered what the consultant's response would be,"Me..?"

  "Yes, you."

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#2

What if- and hear me out on this one- John and Sherlock knew each other from school, but met again years later when Mike Stamford introduced them?

And the moment John entered the room he goes "Sherlock? Sherlock Holmes is that you?"

Hearing his name called by the familiar voice, he looks up,"Oh! John-" he takes a second to do his little deduction thing,"Afghanistan or Iraq?"

"Bloody hell you still do the thing after all these years,"He goes to hug Sherlock, which he kindly takes,"and it was Afghanistan, you git."

"Thank you for finding a flatmate, Mike, I think we'll get along splendid."

As the two start reconnecting, Lestrade comes to the flat to give Sherlock a case- but he's both delighted and confused as to why the typically isolated consultant was laughing, with another person in the room. It was a real laugh too, not like the fake ones he's heard the brunet use when talking to suspects/wittnesses.

He knocks on the door and Sherlock opens it, smile still on his face,"Ah, Lestrade, case?"

"Ya, erm, who's your friend,"He grinned and looked to the blond man sitting in the armchair across from Sherlock's

"Oh," he let the DI in,"Lestrade, this is John, John Watson."

John stands to shake his hands,"Sherlock told me about you, and how he's working with the police on the tougher cases. I'm impressed by how much progress he's made since I last saw him."

"You two... know each other?" Greg, baffled by the connection.

"We're old friends-"

"Ex-partners actually,"John corrected, making a slight blush creep up the taller man's neck and cheeks.

"Lestrade! Case, please-"

"Right,"He chuckles.

Oh this would be an amazing fic-

I think I should write this one sometime

363 notes - Posted May 29, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Rupert Graves as Greg Lestrade is arguably the best choice of cast next to Benedict and Martin

fight me

he's perfect

437 notes - Posted May 21, 2022

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[burrowkit]

I'm feeling a tad bored, so I'm going to apply this to 4 characters from the Blood of Eden series by Julie Kagawa.

1- What does your character do when they think no one’s looking Allie: Reading a book Zeke: Reading The Bible/sleeping Jackal: I would like to think he secretly reads books when no one is watching. Conducts science experiments. Kanin: Looking for a cure to the virus he accidentally released

2- What’s the one thing your character would save in a fire (beyond the necessities)? Allie: Zeke Zeke: Allie Jackal: Himself Kanin: Everything

3- Who’s on speed dial? Allie: Zeke, Jackal Zeke: Allie Jackal: Azura, secretly Allie Kanin: No one

4- Your character gets turned down for their dream job. What’s their second choice? N/A

5- What would they tell their ten-year-old self? Allie: You will get through this. Just keep going, you can do it. Zeke: Eden exists. And, you'll fall in love with a vampire. Jackal: You're going to become a monster and love it. Kanin: I cannot remember being 10.

6- Where would they want to go on a first date? Allie: A library/bookstore (abandoned, as they all are in their universe) Zeke: Some adorable boat ride with a picnic. Maybe to find a new place. Would end up saving humans before the date is over, forgetting that it's supposed to be a date. Jackal: Nah. Maybe some blood sport event or killing rabids. Kanin: N/A

7- What’s the best advice they’ve ever received? Allie: Something something you aren't facing your grief and just burying it. You will kill people, you just need to figure out a way to live with it. Zeke: You're a monster. Decide what kind of monster you want to be, but just make a decision. Jackal: (in the books that we know of) You do know your raiders are just going to back stab you, right? Kanin: I guess in book, Allie's pep talk in the sewers

8- What’s the worst advice they’ve ever received? Allie: You're a monster, you just need to accept that. Zeke: All vampires are evil, soulless creatures that don't care about humans Jackal: To leave the group Kanin: To trust Jackal's words and intentions

9- What’s one physical detail they’d change about themselves? N/A, I'm not answering this one

10- When was the last time they were held? By who? Allie: Well, Sarren tried to kill me. So did my brother. Oh, you mean like hugged? Cuddled? Zeke. Zeke: Allie <3 Jackal: You don't want to know. Kanin: It's been awhile, Allison. Do not linger in the past.

11- What’s their favorite thing about their favorite season? N/A, I'm pretty sure Zeke would like summer/fall for the food on trees. I don't think Allie really cares much, other than not freezing (which she can't anymore). And Jackal seems too disconnected to really care. Okay, adding Kanin to this, I don't think he really cares.

12- Their wallet gets stolen. What do they do? Allie, Jackal: Kill the person who stole their wallet/stuff Zeke: Offers the thief food, water, medicine. Kanin: Takes his wallet back, probably finds a way to make the human have a better life

13- Prioritize: Love, money, power, knowledge? Allie: Life. Knowledge. Love. Zeke: The human race being okay. Love. Jackal: Power. (Familial) love. Already seems to possess a lot of knowledge to become powerful. Kanin: Knowledge of how to undo. Has power. Tossed love out the window. Money doesn't really apply in this world

14- What’s something nobody knows about them? Allie: Is allowing herself to forget about being human Zeke: Maybe how jealous he was of Jackal until he found out Allie and Jackal were siblings? Jackal: Has a heart Kanin: He cares about all his children. All of them

15- What’s in their fridge? Blood.

16- What (creature, object, substance) are they most disgusted by? Allie: Rabids, vampires (especially ones torturing humans/being cruel to humans) Zeke: Evil vampires, Sarren, himself Jackal: Bleeding heart vampires, sewage Kanin: Vampires viewing humans as nothing but food (even though he does the same).

17- What’s their second worst habit? Second worst? Alright... Allie: Worst is trying to save everyone. So I guess forgetting the world for Zeke? Or opposite. Worst habit is forgetting the world for Zeke, and second worst is trying to save everyone at the cost of her own life. Zeke: Worst is probably his self hatred / hatred of vampires. Second worst is his desire to stay attached to specific humans / revenge without knowing Jackal's side Jackal: His worst habit is probably his love of killing those that are important to others. So his second worst is probably killing randomly/being so detached. Kanin: His worst is probably putting human kind above his family. His second worst is probably thinking he knows everything.

18- What are the victory conditions for their life? Yeah, maybe best if I skip this one

19- In the end, your character fails to save the day. Assuming they survive, what do they do? Allie: Fall apart, go for revenge, pull herself together, save the day Zeke: N/A. Probably is kidnapped by the villain. Jackal: Pretends to betray everyone just to betray the betrayal and save everyone. Kanin: Picks himself up, tries again.

20- Your character is charged with a crime they didn’t commit. What do they do? Allie: Accept it. Pretend to leave. Protect the humans. Zeke: Allie argues his innocence. He just hangs his head and accepts that he's probably the villain they think of him. Jackal: "Lol, I'm a monster, so?", proceeds to kill anyone in his way Kanin: Accept it. He feels like he deserves it.

21- Your character is charged with a crime they did commit. What was the crime? Murder.

22-25- How would you describe your character’s life in one sentence?What important statistic would they want displayed above them?What’s the first thing they would buy if they won the lottery? What profession do they most respect? N/A

26- What childhood injustice did they never get over? Allie: Being left to starve. Her mother's death. Zeke: Not able to face a hoard of rabids and save everyone. Jackal: Not so much childhood, but almost being killed by his vampiric father Kanin: N/A

27-35- How would they handle having a panic attack? Your character is burdened with an inconvenient superpower. What is it? If they died and could come back as any person, animal, or object, what would they be? What’s the best meal they’ve ever had? Where would they stand at a dinner party? Who would they invite to the dinner party?What makes a perfect day for your character? If given the opportunity, would they want to know how and when they died?What’s the one thing they’ve always wanted to do? Why haven’t they done it yet? Mostly N/A, or already covered in the book

36- What do they tend to joke about? Allie: Being a monster. Not being a monster. Zeke: Not much Jackal: Killing others. Betraying others. Being a cruel monster. Kanin: Not much. He left his sense of humour behind centuries ago.

37- What’s off limits? Allie: Someone dying Zeke: Harming humans Jackal: Being predictable Kanin: His past.

38- Whose wedding would they cross the world to attend? Whose funeral? Allie: Wedding- Jackal's if he decided to get married. Maybe Azura. Caleb and Beth's. Funeral- Caleb. Beth. Jackal. Zeke: Wedding- none. Funeral- Jackal, but he'd be the one killing Jackal so... awkward funeral. Jackal: "My sister" Kanin: N/A. Probably Sarren's funeral. Maybe Allie-x-Zeke's wedding. Allie, Jackal and Zeke's funerals. Possibly Jackal, but he'd ensure no one knew he was there.

39-43- What impossible choice did they make that turned out to be the right one? The wrong one? Your character has someone to hype them up. What would they say to get everyone excited about your character? What recurring dream does your character have? What is the meaning of life to your character? What book does your character pretend to have read? Skipping

44- Someone takes undeserved credit for your character’s work. What do they do? I don't think they really care too much. Jackal might try to kill whoever stole the credit, or remind them of the shared credit (to his sister). Kanin would probably not care too much.

45- What controversial belief or view does your character hold? Why? Do they hide it? Allie: Humans do matter. Doesn't hide it. Zeke: His love for a vampire at the beginning. His love of blood at the end. Jackal/Kanin: I'm not sure.

46- Your character is at a theme park. Where do they go first? N/A

47- What’s your character’s favorite name? Discussed in the books

48-50- What’s the biggest compliment they’d give themselves? How does your character feel about bugs? If your character could hit a reset button on their life, would they? N/A

Character Development: 50 Questions

What does your character do when they think no one’s looking?

What’s the one thing your character would save in a fire (beyond the necessities)?

Who’s on speed dial?

Your character gets turned down for their dream job. What’s their second choice?

What would they tell their ten-year-old self?

Where would they want to go on a first date?

What’s the best advice they’ve ever received?

What’s the worst advice they’ve ever received?

What’s one physical detail they’d change about themselves?

When was the last time they were held? By who?

What’s their favorite thing about their favorite season?

Their wallet gets stolen. What do they do?

Prioritize: Love, money, power, knowledge?

What’s something nobody knows about them?

What’s in their fridge?

What (creature, object, substance) are they most disgusted by?

What’s their second worst habit?

What are the victory conditions for their life?

In the end, your character fails to save the day. Assuming they survive, what do they do?

Your character is charged with a crime they didn’t commit. What do they do?

Your character is charged with a crime they did commit. What was the crime?

How would you describe your character’s life in one sentence?

What important statistic would they want displayed above them?

What’s the first thing they would buy if they won the lottery?

What profession do they most respect?

What childhood injustice did they never get over?

How would they handle having a panic attack?

Your character is burdened with an inconvenient superpower. What is it?

If they died and could come back as any person, animal, or object, what would they be?

What’s the best meal they’ve ever had?

Where would they stand at a dinner party?

Who would they invite to the dinner party?

What makes a perfect day for your character?

If given the opportunity, would they want to know how and when they died?

What’s the one thing they’ve always wanted to do? Why haven’t they done it yet?

What do they tend to joke about?

What’s off limits?

Whose wedding would they cross the world to attend? Whose funeral?

What impossible choice did they make that turned out to be the right one? The wrong one?

Your character has someone to hype them up. What would they say to get everyone excited about your character?

What recurring dream does your character have?

What is the meaning of life to your character?

What book does your character pretend to have read?

Someone takes undeserved credit for your character’s work. What do they do?

What controversial belief or view does your character hold? Why? Do they hide it?

Your character is at a theme park. Where do they go first?

What’s your character’s favorite name?

What’s the biggest compliment they’d give themselves?

How does your character feel about bugs?

If your character could hit a reset button on their life, would they?

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[riahlynn101]

"DFO December 2023: Day Thirty - I Love You."

Day 30: "I love you."

word count: 2,340

Characters: Yoichi, Inko, and Izuku

Trigger warnings: teen pregnancy, character death, childbirth complications, and the usual trauma that comes with living in MHA.

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It’s not easy surviving on the streets. His brother struggles to keep them alive. Every day is a battle, and he shows his thanks by staying out of trouble. Which often means laying low in a dark alley or abandoned building that his brother scouted out before leaving him to find supplies. 

He tries to stay out of trouble. 

Keyword: tries. 

Sometimes, when his big brother is away for a long time, Yoichi will wander around the city. He’s careful when he does this, keeping an eye out for danger, and armed with a pocket knife he found in the nightstand of an abandoned hotel. 

There isn’t very much for him to do. He has no money, and his communication skills are very limited (though he’s working on them). 

Yoichi likes to hang outside the local high school, watching from a bench as they exit the school in hordes, laughing and chatting. There’s something about watching the other kids, seeing how normal their lives are, that makes him realize that their (his and his big brother’s) situation isn’t the norm. 

He lives vicariously through them. Maybe if things were different, he would be one of them. 

No one seems to notice him, and if they do, they don’t acknowledge him. People tend to avoid him and his brother. Something about being infected or paranormal or whatever excuse they’ve come up with for that particular week for neglecting people that are different from them. 

He can’t stay for long, lest his brother blow a gasket. But he watches the other kids as often as he can. Yoichi mimics their strange words, fitting them into his limited vocabulary (later he’ll teach his brother what he learned). 

It’s during a warm day in July that Yoichi is thrown for a loop, when a girl approaches him. She looks to be around the same age as him, dressed in a pristine school uniform. She’s quite pretty with dark hair and green eyes a little darker than his own. Her face is kind, too, and when she speaks her voice is soft and her words kind. 

At least, Yoichi assumes her words are kind. He can only understand bits and pieces of what she says to him.

He nods, pretending to understand. 

The girl giggles, smiling. She takes his hand. 

He thinks of asking where she’s taking him, but when she glances at him-their eyes meeting-Yoichi finds he can’t summon the correct words. 

She takes him to her house (another assumption, though this is quickly proven correct by the photos on the walls). It’s the nicest place that Yoichi has ever stepped foot in. It’s warm and he feels somewhat safe. 

“Come on,” the girl says, urging him to follow her. Thankfully, he can understand that much. He’s heard other kids use it enough. 

She rambles, leading Yoichi through the house, up a flight of stairs, and straight into a room. There’s a bed fit for….he guesses three, no, six people and a desk and a-

“Are you okay?” The girl asks, tilting her head.

He must have frozen for a second, shocked at how nice her bedroom is. He’s only ever seen bedrooms like this in torn up magazines. Not wanting to scare her, Yoichi smiles. “Fine,” he reassures her. 

“O-okay, well, here we are. You can sit on my bed, or in the chair over there. My parents won’t be home until later….they work a lot.”

Again, Yoichi nods. 

Feeling a bit awkward, he sits in the large chair. To his surprise it swivels, and when he sits down it turns a little. His eyes must light up, because Yoichi didn’t know something this cool existed. He spins around, giggling a little. 

The girl watches him from her bed, waiting patiently for him to stop. 

Once he does, she introduces herself. “Midoriya Inko,” she tells him. 

“Yoichi,” he says, placing his hand to his chest. 

“Nice to meet you, Yoichi.”

“I’m very glad to see you, too.”

The girl - Inko - cocks her head. “The way you speak….you don’t really understand what I’m saying, do you?”

Yoichi thinks of lying, but there’s no use in that. Especially when his language skills are so blatantly bad. He mentally berates himself for not telling her sooner. He pulls one of the first words he learned from his vocabulary. “Sorry.” 

She considers him for a moment. “That’s okay. I know that some children live on the streets with no parents to teach them anything. Is that….are you one of those children?”

He takes a few minutes to respond, trying to process her words. Inko does her best to break down her question into digestible chunks, reiterating it again and again.

“Yes. Me and my brother. Alone.”

“Oh,” Inko murmurs. Her eyes grow wet. She wipes them on her sleeve, clearing her throat. “Where is your brother now?”

Again, she patiently helps Yoichi understand. 

“Away,” he says, eventually, playing with his long sleeves (they’re dirty. It’s extremely rare that they get new clothes). “He’ll be back when the sun goes to sleep.”

Inko giggles, not unkindly. “Do you mean, sunset?” 

“Yes!” Yoichi practically shouts. His enthusiasm makes her laugh louder. She clutches her stomach. He finds he likes the sound. 

The rest of his visit ends soon after that. The sun is starting to set, and as funny as learning that the correct term is sunset and not it goes to sleep, his brother’s reaction to finding Yoichi gone will be the exact opposite of hilarious. 

Inko teaches him the correct words for saying goodbye, and then he’s back on the streets. He hurries across town, running as fast as his weak body will allow. Somehow, he makes it back to the hotel, jumping into bed and pretending to sleep. His brother returns, a bag of food he found in a trash heap a few miles away in his arms. 

“Little brother, wake up! Found food!”

As they eat, hunched over their “meal” on the floor, his brother tells him about his day. Yoichi thinks about telling his brother about Inko, but stops himself. His brother wouldn’t understand. Instead, he slyly sneaks in a few words he learned from Inko. Curious as ever, his brother soaks up the new information. 

-x-x-x-

He continues his bi-weekly tradition of keeping watch outside the school, and Inko continues to invite him back to her house. Slowly, she teaches him more words. Words become phrases. And pretty soon, Yoichi can have an entire conversation without asking for clarification. 

They lay together in her bed, side by side. Music plays in the background. Almost always a different genre. It fills the lull of conversation. 

She tells him about her issues at school. How the other kids bully her extensively, and how her parents won’t listen to her.

Yoichi tells her about his big brother. How, sometimes, he can get really scary. But he’s quick to clarify that it’s never directed at him (most of the time anyway). 

They comfort each other. Fingers gently intertwined.

-x-x-x-

On a cold November day, during one of his visits, Inko sits up suddenly.

His brother will be gone for a few days, so Yoichi isn’t worried about leaving anytime soon. In fact, he was almost asleep, eyes drifting closed. 

“Yoichi,” she says. 

Groaning, he looks at her. “What?”

She looks down at her hands. “I haven’t been completely honest with you.”

He sits up. “What’s wrong?” 

Inko bites her bottom lip. “It’s easier if I show you.”

“Inko, wh-” His words die on his tongue, because with a small pulling motion, Inko makes a pencil float off the desk and straight to her. 

Inko holds the pencil. “I…I have a meta-ability, and my actual hair color is green. Though, somehow that feels less important than having telekinesis.” 

Yoichi stares at her with wide eyes. 

“Oh, no,” Inko frets. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”

He isn’t sure what possesses him to do it, but Yoichi presses his lips to Inko’s. The motion is unfamiliar but feels right. 

Together they fall back on the bed. 

-x-x-x-

It’s almost a month before he sees Inko again. She doesn’t immediately invite him back to her house. She sits next to him on the bench, sitting her backpack off to the side. 

“Hey,” Yoichi greets. “Long time, no see.”

“Yeah,” she snorted, hair falling in her face.  

“Are you okay?”

Inko digs something out of her bag, and roughly shoves it into Yoichi’s chest. It’s some kind of plastic tube with a small screen in the middle. He holds it up, trying his best to read the words on the screen. 

“P-pre- Inko, what does it say?” 

She roughly takes the tube back. “It says pregnant. I’m…” she trails off. 

“Pregnant?” He helpfully supplies. Yoichi sits up, the meaning of her words finally setting in. “You’re pregnant?”

Her terrified gaze is all the answer he needs. 

He smiles, jumping up. “This is great news!”

“No, it isn’t. My parents are going to kill me. I’m in my last couple semesters of highschool.” Inko hangs her head. “I can’t believe how much of a screw up I am.” She sobs, holding a trembling hand over her face.

“Oh.” Yoichi’s face falls. “Oh.” He sits back down. Gently, he rubs her back. Out of all the words he’s learned in the last few months, none of them would come close to being adequate. 

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I know, Yoichi. I know.”

-x-x-x-

The next eight months are a blur of telling her parents, learning all he can about babies, and watching Inko’s belly swell with life. 

Merciful, his brother never finds out through it all. These days, he seems less focused on Yoichi and more focused on other plans. Still, he continues to be careful. The last thing he needs is his brother stressing Inko out. 

With school and bullies and disappointed parents and now a baby on the way, the poor woman has enough to worry about. 

They still lay together in her bed, side by side and soft music playing. Their fingers intertwined. Inko’s hair fanned out on the pillows behind them - it’s mostly green nowadays (with some encouragement, she stopped dying her hair). But instead of talking about his older brother or her school, they discuss their unborn child. 

Name ideas and genetics and custody arrangements. 

She suggests Mikumo. 

He suggests Izuku.

Inko tells him that she’s sure their child will look more like him.

Yoichi laughs at that, because he knows in his heart of hearts that their child will look just like Inko. (And be better off for it). 

Inko will probably have the baby most of the time. His lifestyle isn’t sustainable, and his brother already has a hard enough time finding supplies for just the two of them. 

-x-x-x-

His son was born in the middle of July. A fact that Yoichi is immensely thankful for. His brother left a day before Inko went into labor, which meant Yoichi could actually go see the baby. 

He took in all the information he possibly could about babies in preparation for Izuku’s arrival, but nothing could have prepared him for getting to hold his son in his arms for the very first time.

“He’s so small,” Yoichi murmurs. “So, so small.” 

“Babies usually are,” Inko says, eyes half-closed. The birth took a lot out of her. Her parents come in and out of the room, talking to the doctor and hospital staff. “But he’ll get bigger.” 

Yoichi can’t imagine the tiny being in his arms getting any bigger. Surely, he’ll always be this size. He strokes a finger across his son’s chubby cheeks. The baby wrinkles his nose but otherwise doesn’t react.

Inko suddenly grabs his hand. “Is something wrong?” He asks. Her eyes are unfocused and her grip on his wrist is weak. “Yoichi,” she says, voice quiet. “I need you to promise me something.”

He nods. “Of course. Anything.”

“If…if something happens to me….” she trails off. “If I don’t leave this hospital, I need you to promise that you’ll take care of Izuku.”

“Inko…”

“Promise me,” she begs. “If you leave him with my parents, they’ll send him to an orphanage.”

“Nothing is going to happen,” he assures her. It can’t. It won’t. Inko is just fine. Sure the doctors and nurses look a little worried, and Inko’s skin is two shades paler than normal, but she’s going to be just fine. 

He thinks of his mom. Yoichi never got to meet her, and the only things he knows about her come from his brother’s apparent connection to another world where she resides. And from what he told Yoichi, their mom died in childbirth. 

Worry bubbles up inside him. 

It’s fine, he tells himself. My mother didn’t have all the resources that Inko does. She’ll be okay. 

Still, Yoichi can’t refuse Inko anything. “I promise.”

-x-x-x-

Yoichi trudges back to the abandoned bookstore that big brother declared as their homebase. His eyes burn with unshed tears, and his arms hurt from the weight of his newborn son. He refuses to recall the last few hours. 

He doesn’t want to. 

She can’t be gone. 

If he doesn’t think about it, then he can pretend that Inko’s still here. 

The baby squirms, whimpering. “Sh…Izu…ku.” The walk home feels so incredibly long. It’s night time by now, so there’s only a handful of people out. The ones that are don’t give Yoichi a second glance. 

At home, he curls up around the baby, and sobs.

 He cries for the woman that will never grow older than eighteen. 

He cries for their son. For the potential childhood he could have had, off the streets. 

And he cries for himself. 

Yoichi cries and cries and cries until he can’t anymore. His son cries too, and he feels less alone for it. 

“I love you,” he murmurs, nuzzling the baby’s downy head. 

He falls asleep, holding the baby. 

[8bitsupervillain]

Higurashi When They Cry Hou Ch. 5 Meakashi pt. Final

Because I have the brainrot I read the "why hello there" in the Ewan McGregor Obi-Wan Kenobi voice. I know I've used the phrase to be silly before, but you know what the real tragedy here is? Since this is an alternate ending written years after the fact I doubt we'll ever learn who it is Keiichi saw that day.

Although I guess you could view this as the universe righting itself and making sure that Keiichi dies in July 1983 like he was supposed to. Of course then you have to ignore Mion surviving, but details. Also this isn't Final Destination so...

At risk of sounding controversial I like this bad ending better than the actual ending for the chapter. I know that it probably doesn't exactly fit in with the rest of the series, but I like the new mystery of who killed Keiichi. It's kind of abrupt how it ends, but to be fair I didn't expect them to craft out a whole elaborate equally as dense ending for what's supposed to just be a bad ending. When the police raided the torture basement I figured that was about where the ending was going to stop if I'm honest. Maybe one or two additional screens about how Shion killed Keiichi and Mion, and then herself. I enjoyed the additional forty odd minutes of a new just as good ending.

Finishing the chapter you unlock a couple of post-game TIPS as well as the Staff Room.

Man, you and me both Kumagai. This TIP I feel was added to drive home the point about Shion and Mion just in case you didn't quite get the point. Which I admit maybe I didn't, or maybe I was just arguing against the twist because I didn't care for it.

This however was just a bonus little TIP I think. An introduction to a character who wasn't really in the chapter at all. There's really nothing to give me this feeling but I get a similar feeling looking at Akane Sonozaki here that I got looking at Kasumi Sumadera from Umineko. A character that I think might bear more significance to the overall plot than they actually do. Although now that I think about it Kasumi might be a sneaky little reference to the characterizations of Shion and Mion from Higurashi. Admittedly though this is just me reaching. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious what Oryou did to have to remove her own fingernails.

Lastly there's the Staff room.

Despite my complaints and what I fear may have come across as extreme negativity towards the chapter as a whole I quite liked Meakashi. The positives outweighed what are some hyper specific complaints I have about the narrative. Plus despite Satoko existing in this chapter to literally just be a punching bag I appreciated the new information we got to learn about all of the characters. Sure some of it might just be rehashing information we already knew (Satoko enduring extreme abuse/murder in an effort to try to bring back her brother, Rena seeming to know more about the spiritual/supernatural nature of the curse of Oyashiro). But I thought learning about the various intricate issues Shion has was worth it even as I found myself becoming less and less sympathetic towards her and her motives as the chapter went. Also despite not actually learning much new information about the curse killings I thought it was interesting to learn about how devoted the villagers are to the religion. In addition to how after Shion had killed or kidnapped the heads of the three families the curse killings seemed to have stopped entirely.

I know that the second half of the series is referred to as the Answers Arcs, but I think Meakashi did a decent enough job in seeding some more mysteries than it answered. Things like the motive behind Rika trying and failing to assassinate Shion. The fact that Oryou was also trying seemingly in vain to figure out who was behind the curse killings. Is the curse of Oyashiro real, and if so is it the phantom footsteps that followed and led to the demise of multiple prominent characters. What did set off the volcanic gas incident from Tatarigoroshi, was it truly divine in nature? A freak geological incident or something else? What actually happened to Satoshi? Multiple characters think he's dead but there really isn't any definitive proof one way or the other. Were the events of chapter four really just extra background exposition, or does it actually have larger relevance to the plot? Are the Sonozakis actually an evil iron-fisted criminal syndicate? That sort of thing.

At any rate, I'm very interested in the next chapter. I get more excited when I'm moving on to new stuff I know absolutely nothing about. Also if the question arcs are anything to go by this second chapter (chapter six) will probably be the best of the bunch.

[longtimenospooning-luci]

Azalea's, Camelia's and Rhododendron's Chapter Two

Summary: Life always seemed to throw bullshit your way. A bullshit childhood, a bullshit family with the exception of your older brother, a bullshit bodyguard team because of aforementioned older brother... To say you were tired of it would be an understatement. You just wanted to bask in your self-made richness as a bestselling author, all by yourself being the key point, and pretend you're not doing it to avoid your trauma. But now you have to deal with seven incredibly hot, stubborn and frustrating men forcibly barging into your life against both of your wishes and ruining your peaceful silence. So, if they were going to be hardheads, you'll be one right back.

Pairing: Bts x reader, featuring older brother Bang Chan and a dickhead ex to be revealed later on.

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of Abuse and Human Trafficking (If these trigger you in any way please do not read this or read at your own discretion, I don't want anyone to be hurt by this work. If you need help please reach out to the national hotlines), cursing, 1st appearance of the shithead ex. Namjoon is a guilty baby that hasn't apologized yet.

**This chapter is mostly Namjoon and Reader focused, the next chapter will bring the other boys thoughts into the mix much more.

Word Count: 2.5k

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Seoul Today

04 April 2022

Chaebol heir Shin Do-Yun sentenced early this morning in connection to Abuse and Human Trafficking case of ex-girlfriend. . . .

Seoul Today

22 September 2020

Chaebol heir finally arrested after fleeing the country in connection to Abuse and Human Trafficking case of ex-girlfriend. According to authorities the man in question arranged with the victims father to receive her as compensation in a business deal between the two. . . .

Seoul Today

13 July 2019

Unnamed CEO found guilty in case of Abuse and Human Trafficking after six months of cross-examination. The prosecution requested before the trial that the proceedings and case file be sealed for the protection of the Victim’s identity. The verdict comes as a relief to her and the rest of her family. The police have yet to find a lead on the second suspect in the case after his disappearance upon the CEO’s arrest. . . .

Namjoon has read the news articles on his desk what seems like hundreds of times.

It's been three days since the incident in the living room between you, Yoongi and Jungkook. Namjoon had honestly been expecting to get a call that afternoon informing him that they had been fired, but no such call came.

A little while after Mira had left your room that morning, she had informed the boys she would be back the next day. She only worked every other day and she was just there that morning for the hearing. They knew better than to ask her what upset you so much, the woman had too much affection for you and wouldn't spill a secret like that.

So Namjoon did what anyone would do in his shoes. He googled the fuck out of it, and now he has that nice stack of printed articles to add to the puzzle that makes up you. But he didn’t expect his research to create this pit of emotions in his stomach that he can only describe as sickly. He doesn’t want to think about the consequences of his theory being true. He doesn’t want to think about the looks of mortification on Yoongi and Jungkook’s faces when he reveals to them what he found.

They didn't see you again that day, only receiving confirmation of your existence from the takeout you had ordered for everyone, asking them to leave your portion at the door when they knocked.

On the second day they came into the kitchen to find Mira looking at your office door in concern. You had apparently gone in there sometime during the night, and Mira had found you clacking away on your computer keys when she arrived. Namjoon knew he would have to apologize for the events of the day before, and the ever-growing pit in his stomach was nagging him, so he volunteered to take in your breakfast for Mira.

The sweet woman had been right to fret about you. When Namjoon got the call to come in when he knocked on the door, his jaw nearly dropped in disbelief.

There were papers strewn everywhere across the room, everything from the floor to the bookcases were in complete disarray. Namjoon had to tiptoe over heavy tomes and folders laid open and spilled out in the pathway to your desk; which was clustered in a similar fashion, not even an inch of free space to place the tray down.

It took a bit to catch your attention, your glasses sitting askew when you finally looked up at him; and if he didn’t know any better he would say you looked cute.

It took another few minutes for your brain to catch up to what Namjoon was doing in your office, and again with his offer for you to come eat at the kitchen island when your frazzled brain tried to clear your desk, but had no comprehension of what was supposed to go where.

With his watchful eye on you Mira was able to leave you in your void like state and get started on tidying up your office. To which Namjoon sent the rest of the boys to help her in order to avoid the possibility of another fight breaking out. Plus god forbid you snap out of your slump with the boys right there, the thought of your wrath sending a shiver down his spine.

And now here he is on day three with the news articles at his desk. Namjoon selfishly hopes you’re back to normal today. Watching you move through the motions of life without being mentally present was like a brick dropping into that pit inside him, weighing him down with each zombie-like step you took.

It's been three days since you lost your shit in front of seven strangers in your living room and to say you were embarrassed was an understatement.

It was even more embarrassing when your best friend called you yesterday afternoon and knocked you out of you stupor, only for you to realize you had acted like that in front of said strangers. But Key had called you with the promise of a surprise for you today and that you couldn't tell him no. So you put your embarrassment behind you and looked forward to seeing your insane bestie.

You hear the doorbell ring and one of the boys open the front door from your office.

"YYYYYYYYYY/NNNNNNNNNNNN-AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" You internally blanch at your best friend's opera rendition of your name echoing throughout the manor, and you can only hope he isn't having you do something ridiculous today.

Your office door slams open with Keys mission oriented Gusto and you can tell from the multiple dry-cleaning bags in his arm that he's making you go outside today.

"Get your perky ass up and out of that chair you're going out to lunch today bitch!" He exclaims, turning from the doorway with a flourish and heading to what you assume is your bedroom.

A few members of your bodyguard team stand in the doorway looking after your retreating best friend in bewilderment.

"Well, I guess we're going out today. Go ahead and let the others know." They whip their heads to you at the sound of your voice. Finding you now in front of them, Hoseok and Taehyung nod their heads in acknowledgement.

When you get up to your room, you find that Key has laid out six dresses and a couple of pairs of heels to choose from. You spot two wooden carriers on your wardrobe that you recognize as his portable makeup kit and jewelry box.

"So, what hairbrained scheme are you making me attend today. Because I know I'm not going with you, you're not dressed up enough and we both know you won't let me look better than you in public." You address the man in your room with a raised eyebrow as you close the door behind you.

He gasps in faux offence "Excuse you I look fabulous thank you very much! And I got you a lunch date with the greatest woman of all time!" singsonging the last bit of his sentence he finally turns his attention to you.

You just huff in resignation to his antics, used to them by now as he ushers you over to the dresses. "Okay, take a look at these and tell me what you think."

Looking over the choices, you notice the dresses are all Versace but pay no mind to it as you grab the black safety pin minidress and the Hot chick Louboutin's to go with it. 

"Ah, this is why we are besties. What a perfect bad bitch choice." Key claps enthusiastically, setting aside your picks and bringing you over to the chair at your vanity. 

It takes him about an hour to do your makeup, finishing with pride and letting you go to put on the dress and heels in your walk-in closet. 

You step out of the closet and stop to look in your body mirror. It's been a long time since you've felt this sexy and confident and you loved it. Key came around behind you and clasped a blue rhinestone Versace chain around your neck and held out the matching earrings and ring to you.

"Okay, I'm starting to see a pattern her. What's up with all of the Versace?" You asked in suspicion.

"You my dear, are having lunch with our beloved Mademoiselle Versace." He replied with a shit eating grin on his face.

You lit up in surprise and happiness, having met the woman and become fast friends about a year ago when you were on a book tour in Paris. She had come to a signing event and expressed to you she was a fan, and of course you were floored by the revelation, and next thing you knew you were getting afternoon coffee in a Parisian patisserie with THE Donatella Versace.

"No way she's here!?" turning to your best friend.

"Yep, she arrived yesterday morning for a conference and called me to help surprise you for lunch." he answered.

"When? Where? Lets go! Right now, lets go!" you scramble around the room to grab your black matching clutch and your phone, shoving everything you would need in the small bag as you talk excitedly.

"Relax will you, I gave the boys the address and reservation info when I got here. Go have fun, okay." you can hear the tone in his voice and can recognize from it that he did this because he was worried about you.

The thought makes you want to cry happy tears, you give him a long hug whispering a thank you to him. He gives you a kiss on the cheek and lets go, grabbing your shoulders to turn you around and give you a push towards the door.

When you reach the stairs you see the boys at the bottom in the foyer, and it almost makes you angry at how hot they are in their suits. Begrudgingly you even admit to yourself that Yoongi and Jungkook are included in that hotness. You quickly push away the thought and begin to descend the stairs.

If you weren't so focused on not missing a step and tumbling down the stairs to your death you would have seen the boys shocked faces when they noticed you.

They thought you were beautiful when they met you but holy fuck they did not know you could look like that.

"Ready to go?" Your voice snaps them out of their thoughts and they simply nod and lead the way out to the car.

The thirty minute drive into town was the most fucking awkward experience ever, the tension was off the charts between you and them and it made you want to jump out the window.

Pulling up to the luxurious restaurant the awkwardness and tension is quickly forgotten with your excitement. The boys got out first as you were sitting in the center seat in the middle row, and Hoseok who was sitting on the passenger side offers his hand to assist you out of the large SUV.

You look at the hand apprehensively, but you really don't want to start anything and ruin your mood so you take it without a word. As you begin walking you notice the boys have created a complete barrier around you, and you roll your eyes at the unnecessary behavior.

Entering the restaurant Namjoon tells the hostess the name your reservation is under and you're quickly being led to a private room. When the doors slide open you immediately squeal in happiness, lightly stomping in place before moving towards the woman on the other side of the room who was reacting in a similar matter.

"Mademoiselle Donatella! I can't believe you're here!" You exclaim as you hug her, switching into French to talk to her.

"Neither can I! I see you got my gifts from Key. They look wonderful on you; I should have had you walk the runway in them instead." She replies to you.

While you chat away in French like this situation isn't absolutely bonkers, the boys eyes are nearly popping out of their sockets. You are having lunch with the fucking owner of Versace, their jaws are practically on the floor at this point. Namjoon regains his composure when the two of you sit at the table and quickly moves the team into their places. Sending Yoongi and Jungkook to guard the doorway from the outside, and then splitting up the rest around the private room.

"What's up with the entourage of Greek Gods?" Donatella asks, leaning in towards you with a glass of champagne in her hands.

"Ugh, they're bodyguards my brother hired, and they are complete assholes." You huff back, taking a sip of your Moscato.

"Want me to get rid of them for you?" She smirks back at you.

"Mademoiselle if you can get rid of them, I'll let you read my next book that's coming out in the Fall and tell you what happens in the sequel I'm currently writing." You wager back at her, mirroring the smirk.

"Deal, do any of them speak English?"

You think for a moment and then call out to Namjoon. "Namjoon, Come here please."

He comes to stand next to you where you sit "Yes, Miss Bang?"

"Mademoiselle Donatella has a question for you, I recall my brother telling me you can speak English, correct?"

"Uh, yes Miss I am fluent."

"Great, go on." You motion a hand to the woman across from you, he looks about ready to piss himself and you find it highly entertaining.

Namjoon swallows down his anxiety and turns his attention to your lunch date, taking a deep breath he greets her in English.

"Have any of you ever modelled before?" She cuts straight to the chase and you almost snort your Moscato holding in your laughter.

His face is burning red as a tomato in what you assume is a bountiful mix of uncomfy feelings. "Uh, no Mademoiselle we have not."

"Interesting, I'd like to have you all come to my studio here for an interview. I think the seven of you could become next seasons supermodels."

Okay now you actually spit some of your wine out that time.

"Oh, OH. I... Er, thank you Mademoiselle for your.... offer but I don't believe we have that kind of talent. We are happy with our career as it is."

And now your wine is actually spewed out onto the restaurant floor. Holy fuck he's got some balls to tell her no, that would be anybody's golden ticket! Damn you Kim Namjoon and your muscle head.

Donatella looks at you with an expression that practically screams 'That's never happened before.' Namjoon gives a bow of respect and steps back to his post against the wall.

You chat a little while longer as the courses are being served, switching back to French. Donatella jokes with you about the absurdity that is your bodyguards and, of course, you quip back that this means she's definitely not getting her hands on your book early.

You eventually part ways when she gets a call about a runway emergency, and you can say you definitely feel much lighter after seeing her again. But we all know life likes to throw bullshit your way, and this time it came in the form of Shin Do-Yun standing on the sidewalk outside of the restaurant doors.

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hello! i read ur draken n baji w a street race s/o and rlly enjoyed it! can u do one w rindou, shinichiro and mitsuya? btw i rlly rlly luv ur writings ><

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truthfully, they should have expected their lover had a side to them as well. they just didn't think that you were a street racer. it explains your driving.

. . . HAITANI RINDOU

If there was one thing everyone who knew of the Haitani brothers, it was that their partners are as… simply put, unique as them.

If there was one thing Rindou knew was that you love speed. You love the thrill of having the wind in your hair, slapping your face as you grin wide and spread your arms on the back of his motorcycle. You loved cutting people off, smirking when it was your time to drive as Rindou held onto his seat for his dear life.

If there was one thing Rindou did not know was that you were into street racing.

He should have guessed it, he should have seen it. But he didn’t and Rindou felt as if he was stupid as he sits on the passenger seat beside you. “Y/n, is this even legal?”

You gave him a look, raising a brow in amusement. “Rindou, you literally rule Roppongi’s underworld with Ran, I’m sure this is nothing. Plus, there’s this unspoken rule between racers that we’re not allowed to attack each other and it’s greatly respected.”

“No, that’s not what I meant.” Of course that’s not what he meant, he’s very much aware of his status, thank you very much. Though the information about the rules was new, he didn’t even know that such rules existed. “What I meant was, if it’s alright to have another person in the car?”

Rindou loves you and when he found out that street racing was your latest addiction (for the past three years ever since you saved enough to get a second hand car—a race car), he was supportive. That’s just amazing and it may be illegal but it’s not like his own moral compass is upright as well.

If anything, it just made things make even more sense than before!

And by complete idiocy, he offhandedly mentioned wanting to ride with you on a race three days prior to current time. Now, he’s here.

You only shrug, hands on the steering wheel and eyes set forward as the host signals the round was about to start. “It would help them finally win against me so they don’t mind that much.”

Rindou looks at the car beside you from the window, the sleek black color looking intimidating, and he raises a hand to hold onto the roof handle. Just wishing for the best. Maybe he should get off, especially after hearing that will lessen your chances of winning this. Perhaps Rindou is content with just watching from the sidelines…

The back of his head slams onto the car seat as you press on the gas pedal without any warning other than a wave of the flag. “Y/n, fuck-”

The side of his face meets the window as you swerve so suddenly, leaning onto the motion with ease, a contrast to Rindou’s clumsy actions, desperately trying to hold onto something.

Rindou loves you, and he thinks this is amazing and all, and that you looked so cool, but let him get off!

. . . SANO SHINICHIRO

Shinichiro had worked on your car before. It was the sole reason why he branched out from fixing up motorcycles to learning more about cars, because he saw how much you loved and treasured the vehicle.

He doesn’t ever regret it.

He just didn’t know that you were using said car in street races. Illegal street races. That got you money. Which is no problem. Shinichiro still clearly remember his days in Black Dragon, even if he sometimes acts as if he didn’t to run away from the embarrassment of the stupid things he did and say during his time as President.

Shinichiro warily looks at the people gathered, chatting and showing off their cars in front of the abandoned warehouse. He could name at least half of the cars present, the others clearly more topnotched than some.

You were walking with a swagger, head up high and a smirk on your lips. Your sweet BMW was sitting neatly, Shinichiro leaning on it with feigned calmness.

You were supposed to stay at his place today, to help him with some things in the shop so when you cancelled at the last minute, Shinichiro couldn’t help but be curious and ask what came up. And when he found out? He was jumping in your car before you could stop him.

He can hold onto the questions after the race. That is if you don’t get hurt, or killed, or-

Shinichiro closes his eyes, trying to mute his thoughts. Dammit, he really is getting older if he’s worrying about getting hurt in races like these. Getting hurt had always been a part of life and he had always welcomed it as a chance to learn and grow, he is after all, Black Dragon’s founder. Now, he’s just about to have a heart attack at the thought of you getting hurt.

Will he stop you though? Of course not. Shinichiro isn’t stupid nor is he blind. From where he is, he could see the pride on your shoulders and the brightness on your face as you approached the host who greeted you happily.

If this is what makes you happy, so be it. He just needs to remind you of safety precautions and to call him if something happens.

Shinichiro avoids looking at any of the guests’ eyes, opting to stare at you instead, feeling the comfort of your car on his side. He could still remember the adjustments he made just a few days prior, most likely to help you in this race. You told him that you were getting quite the price if you won the race tonight and Shinichiro sure as hell isn’t letting you lose.

You look over your shoulders, gaze searching for him and when you finally meet his, Shinichiro offers you a smile. You turn back after giving him another one of your smirks, nodding to the host, and Shinichiro can’t help but wonder what you were talking about for you to look for him like that.

“What was that about?” He asks once you return, standing in front of him as he blocks the door to the driver’s seat. Some people were moving their cars out of the way, as the main race for the night was about to start with you as one of its leading actors.

You smile up at him, so softly and childish that Shinichiro could almost forget that haughty smirk and that sharp gaze from earlier (that is doing things to him, mind you). “He asked me if I had a boyfriend and I told him that I had a fiancé.”

. . . MITSUYA TAKASHI

There was that look in your eyes that Mitsuya can’t exactly decipher.

The car smoothly comes to a stop in front of a red light as the screen shows the time nearing to late eleven in the evening. Mitsuya drowsily blinks, leaning his face on the window and glancing at the lights of Tokyo, drained out of his mind after today’s misadventures with Toman.

He hopes that classes would be miraculously cancelled tomorrow because he really can’t do it.

“What’s wrong?” He murmurs sleepily as the look remains in your eyes, your lips pursed. That look was almost desperate, your shoulders tense and your expression serious. There was something you wanted to do and Mitsuya was pretty sure it wasn’t a kiss from him.

You blink, turning your head to look at him. You gave him a small smile but Mitsuya, despite his tiredness, could tell that it wasn’t completely there. “I have to tell you something.”

Mitsuya sits up, pulling on his seatbelt. He hums, awaiting your words.

Before your voice could leave your mouth, you pause as the rev of an engine cuts you off. It was coming from the lone red cars beside yours, a Toyota if Mitsuya recalls correctly. You narrow your eyes in a challenge and Mitsuya sits up even straighter at the sudden change in your demeanor.

Then, it was as if a better idea flashes in your mind as you glance at him. “Takashi,” you start off with a small smile. “I think it’s better to show you than tell you.”

“What?”

You roll down your window and Mitsuya could see the way you grinned, almost manically, just like how Mikey does whenever he leads Touman into fights that they will win.

“You up for a race?” You cheekily ask and Mitsuya gapes as the other driver gives a small interested smile, interest clearly piqued.

“Just until before the crosswalk in Akihabara,” he replies and you let out a small laugh, so different to your earlier seriousness that Mitsuya almost feels betrayed.

You lean back comfortably, already giving a nod before pulling your window back up. “Y/n, a race?” He asks, getting jumpy and once more pulling at his seatbelt. He continues on staring at the other car and glancing at the traffic light as the seconds continue to count, just a few more before the light turns green.

“Relax,” you slowly say, noticing his apprehension. You give him a small smile and Mitsuya can’t help but calm down just from the sight of it. “This isn’t the first time I did this.”

“What?”

You sheepishly grin at him and Mitsuya just continues on blinking blankly. What? Was this what you wanted to tell him? That you get into races that have chances of you either getting hurt or straight into jail?

First of all, shit, that’s cool. He can just imagine you giving the same smirk with your hands on the wheel and smoothly turning into a sharp corner as if it was nothing. Second of all, how did he not guess this just from how much you took care and upgraded your car??

“Though this is the first time I had someone beside me while racing.”

Mitsuya gulps, giving you a small shaky smile. “I have younger sisters and an already busy mom, Y/n.”

You burst out laughing, short but joyful, mindful of the time counting down. There were ten more seconds left and you finally switched the gears, hands on the wheel and winking at him. “You’ll find that I’m one hell of a driver and you’ll fall for me even more.”