#there are so many unknown observations and I know there are people making a pretty big effort to get through them

[covenofagatha]

I love your Agatha stories!! I was wondering of you could write something where reader is the daughter of one of detective Agnes’ coworkers, who she doesn’t get along with, and they met in one of those cop friends reunion. She sees reader in the pool and can’t help but be infatuated by them, and when she discovers who reader’s father is, her needs to defile reader just increases😈

may have been a lil drunk finishing this so hopefully there's not too many mistakes lol

(Not so) Good girl, bad cop

Detective Agnes meets the attractive daughter of her annoying partner at the annual Westview PD Christmas party and decides that she has to have her

Word count: 3300

Warnings: bratty reader, top agatha, fingering, virgin reader, teasing, degradation, daddy kink, implied oral

The house of Agnes’s partner, Gary, is filled with food, music, and merriment for the annual Westview Police Department Christmas party. 

And yet, Agnes would rather be anywhere else. She makes a mental list of the places she wishes she could be instead, the bottom of a ditch making an appearance surprisingly high up. 

Her kiss-ass partner had practically begged Chief to let him throw it at his house, always trying to get ahead some way or another. 

Agnes can’t stand him. 

His smug little face when he took credit for one of her solves. The way he would mansplain things to her. The way he would take his fucking shoes off and put his feet up on desk. 

But she puts on a fake smile and hands him the obligatory bottle of wine when she walks into the home. 

“Ah, Agnes, there you are!” He booms and claps her on the shoulder. She grits her teeth before she removes his hand herself. She grunts as a way of greeting and steps right past him further into the foyer. 

Detectives and officers wave as she passes through the crowd of people to go find a corner to stand in and drink a beer. Everyone seems to be having a good time and she hates it. Hates to see Gary win like this. 

Her bored eyes flit through to find someone interesting enough to talk to, and that’s when she catches sight of someone outside. 

More specifically, a girl in the pool. You. 

Agnes’s forehead creases. All she can see is your shoulders and head and she turns her body fully to the sliding glass door to observe. 

You seem to just be floating around but there’s something about you that has her transfixed. 

Maybe it’s your wet hair matted around your face, or your nose and cheekbones, or the color of your eyes that she can see from inside. 

And that mouth, god. Agnes groans inwardly. What it must be like to kiss those pretty lips. 

Or for them to be elsewhere. 

“Hey, Agnes, Merry Christmas!” Agnes jolts out of her trance to find Chief standing next to her. 

“Same to you,” she says gruffly and then lifts her hand with the beer to point at you. “Who is that?” 

“Oh, that’s Gary’s daughter, Y/N. She’s home from freshman year of college. Met her a few times,” he says disinterestedly. 

But Agnes feels a thrill run through her. She didn’t know Gary had a daughter. Now, instead of just wanting an unknown person’s mouth on her, she wants Gary’s daughter’s mouth on her. The son of a bitch may have the favor of the entire Westview PD, but she is surely going to have you. 

And then you wade through the water to the side of the pool and push yourself out of it and Agnes almost moans at the way your muscles flex in your arms. 

And then she’s able to take all of you in. 

Your skimpy purple two-piece, the low cut of the top and how it shows significant cleavage, and the bottoms that rest just above the hip bones that Agnes wants to scrape her teeth against. 

She barely notices Chief walking away before making the executive decision to shove open the door and go talk to Gary’s daughter. 

You’re toweling off next to your pile of clothes on the patio table when you hear someone stepping out onto the back deck. You figure it’s just your dad, maybe coming to yell at you for being outside swimming instead of “mingling with the guests” like he wanted. 

But you hate these parties, having been to enough of them your whole life. Cops were boring and most of them had the biggest superiority complexes you’d ever seen. 

So you said fuck it and put on your swim suit. 

Footsteps get closer to you and you glance back, bracing for the lecture. 

But it’s not your dad. 

It’s Detective Agnes, his partner. 

You had seen her a few times at cop events you’d been forced into going to, but you had never spoken to her. You’re not sure she actually knows who you are.

However, you certainly know her. 

Her frizzy dark hair. Her piercing blue eyes. The way her lips pursed and her veiny hands would grip onto her belt. 

She is one of the hottest women you’ve ever seen. 

And she came wearing a suit tonight, hair tied back in a ponytail: black pants and a blazer over a neatly tucked in white button-down shirt that makes you want to drop to your knees. And a fucking tie, is she serious. 

The things you want her to do to you…god. Even though you’d only seen her from afar a few times, you still spent quite a few nights imagining her, hand between your legs. 

“Come to swim?” You ask when she finally gets close to you. She snorts and gives you a once-over. 

“Aren’t you cold?” 

You shrug even though the windy December air is brutally harsh against your bare wet skin. The urge to shiver is almost all-consuming, but with her standing this close to you, there’s a faint warmth in your stomach distracting you. 

You know that your body is reacting, however, and you twist your hair up into the towel so that Agnes can see your nipples poking through your top, harder than glass. Her eyes dart down, almost too fast to catch, but the way she gulps and clenches her teeth gives her away. 

“Maybe a little,” you answer. “Just need a way to warm up.” It sounds just as suggestive as you intend it and you can see her eyes darken. 

“Putting some clothes on would surely help,” she suggests and you pout mockingly but pull your long sleeve shirt over your head and wrap the towel around your waist. “Better?” 

You hum in agreement. “Did my dad send you out here? I don’t need a babysitter, you know.” 

She chuckles like something’s funny. “No, he didn’t, but are you sure you don’t? You would’ve caught hypothermia if it weren’t for me.”

“Wow,” you say, voice sickly sweet. “I had no idea my dad’s partner was a better daddy than he is. Look at you watching out for me.” You smirk, hearing her breath catch in her throat. 

But then Agnes scoffs. “And I had no idea my partner’s daughter was such a brat.” It’s impossible to miss the spark that goes straight to your cunt when she calls you that and you simper. 

“What are you gonna do about it, Detective?” You’re not sure where this boldness is coming from, but you like it and you think she likes it, too. 

Agnes growls and takes a step closer to you. You stand your ground, daring her with your eyes. 

“Your lips are blue, doll. The only thing I’m ‘gonna do about it’ is get your ass inside so your father doesn’t kill me when you freeze on my watch.” Her hand clasps your bicep and she practically hauls you back towards the door. 

“You’re really strong,” you remark, enjoying the way her grip tightens around you. “Do you work out?” You do mean for it to sound sexier, like a smooth pick-up line, but with the way your teeth have started chattering, it sounds like you’re slurring and you barely get the words out. She slides open the door and pushes you inside, the balmy air instantly making you feel better. 

“Go take a shower,” she tells you. 

You bite your bottom lip and bat your eyelashes. “Why don’t you come join me? That would really warm me up.” You toy with the edge of her tie, pulling on it ever so slightly and looking up at her through your eyelashes.

“You’re shameless, aren’t you?” She hisses, the vein in her forehead throbbing. “Throwing yourself at anyone who gives you a little attention, begging to be put in your place. Are you like this with all the girls at college, too? Getting fucked by a new one every night?”

You lean in closer so only she can hear you. “I’m a virgin,” you whisper in her ear, blush spreading to your cheeks, and she sharply inhales, almost giving into you right there. She’s going to take Gary’s daughter’s virginity. You can see her neck taunt with restraint and she steps back to put some space between you, almost all the blue in her eyes being swallowed up by her pupils. 

“Go upstairs and take a shower now,” she orders, her voice hard. 

“And then what?” 

She rolls her eyes. “If you can behave, maybe you’ll get a reward.” Heat flares through you and you take the stairs two at a time and shower faster than you ever have before. 

When you come back down, clad in a short red dress, you immediately find Agnes standing alone and out of sight in the hallway to the guest room. You join her, momentarily getting distracted by her loosened tie and blazer rolled up to her forearms. 

“I did it,” you say, voice coming out hushed. She rakes her eyes over you, smirking appreciatively. 

“So you did,” she agrees. “I’m glad you can follow simple directions.”

You wait a second with a raised eyebrow. She says nothing. “Do I get a reward now?”

She barks out a laugh. “So eager, aren’t you, pet?” The new name sends a bolt of lightning straight through you and you nod. “Let’s see if you can behave just a bit longer before I ruin you for everyone else.” 

You stick out your bottom lip like a petulant child and she pats your face roughly. 

“Come on,” you try again, whining. “Why can’t we just sneak away right now? No one would notice if you just came up to my bedroom with me.”

Your fingers play with her tie again, giving her a wicked grin as you tug her in closer by it, but she quickly snatches your wrists off her and pins them against the wall over your head, body pressing against yours. 

A moan escapes your mouth and your heart skips a beat. 

“Is this what you want?” She snarls, husky and deep and heat-filled, and it’s hard to think straight. Her leg presses between your legs and your head lolls back against the wall, tilting so she can lean in closer. “You want someone to punish you for being a bad girl? Want someone to take you rough and fast to teach you a lesson? What would your father think if he saw you this desperate for me? His perfect little darling daughter, grinding on my leg like a slut?” 

You whimper and try to force words out of your mouth, but you have no luck. She huffs and steps back, letting go of you and you instantly miss her heat against you. 

“See, you don’t even know what you want,” she scoffs. “Are you going to be good?”

You smirk. “Why should I, if it gets you this hot and bothered?” She fixes her stare on you, but you hold it, glare unwavering. 

“You know what?” She snaps and excitement rises inside you. “Fuck it.” You open your mouth to ask what she means, but she grabs your hand and pulls you back into the guest bedroom. 

You wonder if she had scoped it out while you were in the shower. Just canvassing the place, trying to find the best place for this. 

Agnes shoves your front against the door, holding your arms behind your back with her body like you’re being arrested, and yanks your head back by your hair. 

“What do I have to do to get you to behave, hm?” She asks. “Bend you over and spank you? Get you so wound up that you’re begging to cum and then leave you high and dry? Or make you cum so many times that your pretty face is covered in tears?”

You can’t help but whimper at her words. “Please, Detective,” you beg, feeling an ache that you’ve never felt before. “Anything.” 

Her hand comes down to rub your ass soothingly and you arch back into her touch. “Are you sure you want this to be your first time?” She asks quietly and carefully. Your knees tremble at the sudden softness and you nod so hard your head hurts. 

“Yes,” you rasp. “I need you so badly.”

She groans into your ear, seemingly very affected by your words. “In case you ever want to stop, say ‘purple’ or tap anywhere on me twice. Got it?” 

“Got it,” you breathe and her tongue licks a hot stripe up your throat. “Please, Detective, please touch me.” 

She flips you around and traces her hands up the sides of your stomach, her warmth seeping through your dress. She studies you. “You know, sweetheart, I know you can do better than that with how you’ve been acting all night.”

“Please, please, want you to fuck me, want you to be my first,” you whine, letting the words pour out of your mouth. “Detective, I need to feel you, please, daddy.” The last word kind of just slips out, but based on her strangled gasp, it seems to turn her on. 

She grabs your chin in her hand and holds eye contact with you. “Say it again,” she orders in a deep voice. Hearing her like this, seeing her like this, is doing wonders to you. 

But there’s still a bit of brat inside you. 

“Make me,” you challenge. Agnes raises an eyebrow and her other hand slips under your dress and cups you over your underwear. 

You sharply inhale at the feeling of someone else touching you there. While you are no stranger to your own body, having Agnes’s fingers against your most sensitive area is a whole new sensation. 

“God, you’ve really been getting off on being a brat, haven’t you?” She taunts, feeling your wetness against her fingers.

“Maybe…” you trail off softly and she pushes your underwear aside. Your knees almost buckle at the feeling of her against you, stroking through her folds. One finger teases your entrance and you try to maneuver yourself to get her to dip inside. 

“Ah ah,” she tuts, refusing to give you what you want. “Say it again.” 

This time, you give in straight away, needing her more than your pride. “Please, daddy, just fuck me.” 

She slides a finger into you and you moan, head dropping back against the wall. You can’t believe you're losing your virginity to your dad’s partner against the door to your guest room. You didn’t picture it like this, but you had wished she would be your first, so either way the end result was the same. 

“Fuck, doll, you’re so wet and hot around me,” Agnes says, beginning to slowly move her finger in and out, twisting to hit a spot that has you panting. “If only your father could see me now, fingers deep in his only child. Corrupting his perfect daughter.” 

For some reason, that only turns you on more and you roll your hips against her, drawing her finger in. 

“Please, daddy, need more,” you plead and she chuckles meanly before slipping a second finger into you. The stretch makes you groan but it feels so good. You meet every thrust and you can feel yourself getting closer already. She’s twisting her fingers, not exactly kindly, and you’re a mess, noises falling out of your mouth, doing anything to get her deeper. 

Her thumb swipes at your clit and you let out a loud moan, her other hand coming to clamp over your lips. 

“Gotta be quiet, baby girl,” she says. “Don’t want the whole party to know what a slut you’re being for me, do you?” 

You shake your head but wrap one of your legs around her waist so she can more easily hit the spot inside you that you have trouble reaching yourself. 

She laughs at how needy you are and fucks you even harder, fingers moving at a bruising pace that steals all the breath from your lungs. 

“Daddy, oh my god, please,” you moan, feeling yourself getting so close. Everything is so much more heightened than it feels like when you’re touching yourself, and you can’t believe Agnes is actually fucking you.

“Want to cum all over daddy’s fingers, huh?” Her question makes you even wetter, clenching around her, whimpering. Her eyes are burning into you and you’ve never felt more alive. 

“Please, yes, wanna cum, daddy, just for you.” You’ve never felt so needy, so desperate, in your life. Your entire body is taunt like a lifewire, electricity crackling and making you feel better than you ever have. 

She laughs. “What a naughty brat, making me fuck you at your dad’s Christmas party like this. Just couldn’t help yourself, could you? Had to act out just to get what you want?” 

All you can do is whine as she forces another finger into you, not even burning a little from how wet you are, and your head falls back against the door. Her thumb starts to rub a rhythm against your clit and your walls flutter around her three fingers. You start babbling, saying her name, telling her how good she’s fucking you. 

Agnes’s lips part, a light sheen of sweat breaking out on her forehead, and all you can do is gasp as she continues to fuck you so well. You don’t think anyone else will ever compare to her. 

“Cum for me, baby girl, cum for daddy,” she says, and hearing herself call herself that sends you right over the edge. 

You soak her fingers with a loud moan, riding them until the stimulation becomes too much to bear. She pulls out of you and you still mewl weakly at the emptiness. 

“You okay, sweetheart?” She asks and you drop your forehead onto her shoulder and sigh. 

And then you laugh a little at the situation and she huffs too. “I’m great, thank you, Agnes.” It’s the first time you’ve called her by her real name all night and she lets out a little sound that tells you exactly how much she likes it. 

She strokes a hand through your hair and brings you in for a kiss. You didn't realize how bad you wanted her lips against yours until it finally happens. But her tongue strokes into your mouth and you find out just how good she tastes. 

And just how much you want to taste a different part of her. 

Agnes also seems to have a similar idea. Her fingers tighten in your hair and guide you down to your knees. She unbuttons her pants and your throat goes dry as she slides them down her perfect, pale legs. You can see a bit of muscle in her thighs and it makes you want to lean over and bite them, just to leave marks. 

“You’ve been a brat all night, you know,” she says, peeling over her underwear and revealing her glistening pussy to you. Your jaw drops open, absolutely enthralled, needing to have her on your tongue. You nod at her words, not even denying what you did to get yourself into this position. “Running your mouth, saying the most desperate things, acting like such a brat. Well, I think we better put those pretty little lips to some better use, don’t you?” 

You couldn’t agree more, and you tell her that. 

She leads your eager mouth to her cunt and shuts you up in the best way possible.  

[bohemianblasphemy]

This song, a secret relationship with Spencer where everyone is flirting with his girlfriend because no one knows they’re together. Spencer gets anxious about it until he finally cracks and says “She belongs to me.” 🥰

He’s so cute I melt everytime 🥲

It was a rare event that the BAU was able to hold any form of event- let alone a bustling office party.

Soft music, clinking glasses and conversations filled the bullpen as you walked in, taking in the familiar surroundings.

You had opted to wear a black mid length dress- not too formal, not too casual but it was enough to turn heads, gazes falling upon you.

There was only one set of eyes hat you were focused on however, ones the belonged to one Spencer Reid.

He stood talking to Emily- chewing her ear off with some of his many fun facts of wisdom, before he caught your figure from the corner of his eye, turning to look at you.

Those brown eyes raked over how you looked in that dress- God it took all his strength to not lose his mind over how you looked. Spencer smiled at your arrival, his eyes gleaming with affection for you.

You mirrored that same glance toward him, seeing him in a nice button up shirt with the top two buttons undone with black slacks.

Spencer and yourself had been together for a while- this was unknown to other as you kept to yourselves, not out of shame but just to keep things private, for your eyes only.

The clandestine dates to a museum or gallery, staying at each others apartments, sneaky glances and touches as you sat next to each other on the jet… it was exhilarating.

But it was hard to keep it secret when people around you kept checking you out.

You walked down the few steps into the sea of people, exchanging hellos and small talk as you made your way over to Spencer, before a familiar voice from behind called to you.

“God sweetheart… you look good.”

Turning on your heel, Derek Morgan grinned at you- his eyes roving over how you looked at the front. “Thank you Morgan.” You replied, looking at him as he crossed his arms, continuing his compliments.

“No like… you look straight out of a movie, that dress on you is gorgeous, baby.” He chuckled his eyes glazing over you again.

Spencer could see Morgan’s eyes over you from across the way, his jaw clenching as he stood there with you.

Albeit Morgan was harmless in his words, Spencer couldn’t help but feel the pang of jealousy that coursed through him. He knew that you wouldn’t be reciprocating his flirty remarks, but just the thought of his girl being chatted up to by someone else made him irritated.

You were his, and no one was going to take you away from him.

“Hey Reid, you okay?” Emily waved her hand in front of his eyes, grounding him back from his trance. Her eyes turned to the direction of where he was gazing to, seeing Morgan and yourself talking.

“Sorry.. just- just a bit distracted, will you excuse me a moment?” He smiled half heartedly at Emily, before walking toward you. “O-oh okay…” she mumbled, watching on confused as Spencer make a beeline to you.

“No Morgan, you know that I’m not going to go anywhere else but my own home tonight…” you rolled your eyes at Derek’s joke about him taking you home, before you felt a familiar arm snake around your waist.

Spencer stood beside you, his hand on your hip- a display of affection that was once done in secrecy, now in front of a work colleague and close friend.

Looking up at him, you gave him a puzzled look, which he reciprocated with his charmingly awkward smile he had adorned on his face- the glint of adoration in his eyes as he looked at you.

Morgan’s expression turned amused at Spencer’s display, cocking an eyebrow. “Hey there pretty boy… feeling cosy there?” He chuckled, observed the both of you.

Spencer turned slightly to face you, looking down at your eyes and lips before leaning in to give you a soft kiss- which was a shock to your system, your eyes widening as you both locked lips in front of Derek.

Derek’s eyes nearly popped out of his head in shock, along with various staff members gasping or whooping at the two of you in your embrace.

Spencer pulled away and held you close to him, leaving you breathless at the situation as you watched him turn his head to Derek.

“She belongs to me…” he said, looking at him with an unreadable expression as Derek jokingly raised his hands in surrender. “It’s all good man, she’s all yours… catch up later yeah?” he chuckled winking at the both of you as he walked away as Spencer nodded in response to him.

You were still in shock- not only from the kiss that you both shared, but now the cat was out of the bag of your relationship. “W-what was that?” I whispered, looking up at him.

“That was me not letting another person take your love away from me…” he said, flashing another smile at you- making you giggle at his jealous nature that had come to the surface. “Such a dork…” you joked, bringing him in for another kiss- a solidifying moment of not being so secretive about your relationship with each other anymore.

[atrologynuances]

astrology observations pt 3

these are based on personal observations as well as acquired knowledge from books, websites, and other observation posts.

(some of these are brutally honest and some are very very general)

all signs included!!

⚜️ aries mercury are the type of people whose intelligence you don’t hear because their voice is too loud. oftentimes they’re described as hardheaded or bold when in reality they’re the reality check not everyone is ready to cash out. they���re also fairly messy, too many thoughts with no clear direction.

⚜️ aries men make for irresponsible fathers. the ones that are present but in reality they aren’t.

⚜️ libra placements can be very charming! however, this charm can become obnoxious and overstimulating very fast.

⚜️ I never hear anyone talk about how beautiful the eyes of scorpio risings are!! not only captivating and mysterious but they look like they hold the weight of the world in them and with that comes the secrets of manipulating you without you ever finding out. like an online library with an organized database and when they look for your name there, they know all your secrets.

⚜️ talking about scorpio risings, do any of you have weird experiences while you sleep? sleepwalking, sleep talking, people being scared of you when you’re sleeping?

⚜️ natives with north node in the 4th might have more conflicts at home when they find a full time job. it is hard to find a balance between the home and work life. this is more prominent if the north node is aspecting a malefic planet.

⚜️ a specific placement that will love their pet like a mother loves their baby is moon in the 6th!

⚜️ natives with pluto in the 10th house have to change jobs often because their coworkers subconsciously feel these people are overqualified for the job and envy them or envy how fast they were able to get promoted so they start hating on them. this creates a tense energy within the workplace making the pluto native to just quit the job and move onto the next. I find that there is nothing a pluto in the 10th house can’t master.

⚜️ natives with chiron in the 11th house attract friends with the same sun sign chiron is sitting on. this might be true with other chiron placements but it is especially true with chiron in the 11th. the sun sign person will bring challenges and leave the chiron native in the cold. the sun person also tends to belittle the chiron person a lot, thinking they are better than them.

⚜️ most taurus women have long torsos and short legs. I find that they’re also more prone to getting plastic surgery or cosmetic procedures. also, they have a very standardized beauty, like they don’t have a specific feature that sticks out, their face just blends together very prettily to the eye. i’ve also noticed they like gold or gold colored jewelry.

⚜️ gemini risings have gapped teeth. they also tend to have a bigger head than the rest of their body and be on the skinnier side. one thing i’ve noticed is that their energy feels light and familiar but also unknown. like a new friend whose vibes you like but you don’t really know much about them.

⚜️ unevolved gemini moons have a need to be liked by people; they want to feel and be included. in general, when you hear about them from other people they sound mean and intimidating, but when you get to know them they’re actually pretty cool to talk to. they also make for great listeners, and will have you saying things you wouldn’t have confessed to other people as easily or fast lol.

⚜️ sagittarius mercuries are story tellers! what I love about them is they know how to identify the interesting points with the ones that aren’t so their story is always fun to listen to. the thing with them is they’ll tell you the same story multiple times lol.

⚜️ I have personally noticed that cancer mars MEN are more likely to commit domestic violence. this is a very broad accusation I know. it is just an observation i’ve made with celebrities and men with this placement around me. they tend to act out on their current emotions. on the other hand, cancer mars women are veryyyy passive aggressive lol.

⚜️ venus in leo always attract people that get them better jobs, better deals on something or an upgrade of some sort lol. or they tend to be in good terms with a superior which later helps them get promoted.

⚜️ virgo mars are hard workers!!! I love love love this mars sign. they can come off as know it alls sometimes but sometimes they do know it all lol. a lot of actual life experience. they’re the ones you should call if you’re looking for a job, because they always know of a place that is hiring lol. if you ever need something done efficiently, call a virgo mars! not only are they willing to do it, keep if between you two, but they also do it well! three for one deal.

⚜️ a lot of capricorns make bad friends. they’re not the type to embarrass you in front of people type of bad friend, I find that brings embarrassment to them as well and they can’t have that. they are the type to belittle you throughout the friendship to check off their competition list though lol.

⚜️ aquariuses fall in love with their friends a lot! even when they are in a relationship, they still fall in love with other people. they’re very individualistic and if they think being with someone else will bring them happiness they will pursue that without caring about their current situation. that’s why they’re more prone to “sleep around” lol.

⚜️ pisces risings daydream a lot, sometimes they’re ashamed of how far they go when daydreaming. also, pisces risings might look like they’re on cloud nine, but nine times out of ten, they read the room before stepping a foot in it. i’ve also noticed that sometimes they act gullible just to see how others react to it. like you think you’re manipulating them but they’re the ones manipulating you by letting you think they’re actually getting manipulated lol.

guide

[pinkblanket7]

I may be cringe but I am FREEEEEEE

Wanted to redraw this scene with them bc I was thinking about them a lot. I haven’t figured out Petey’s backstory yet in this AU I’ve lowkey been slacking, but I do know he is out to win and wouldn’t hesitate to taunt DM, he is EFFED UPPPP!!!! After this song I think obviously DM loses, but he DOES give it his all because he doesn’t want Knight’s sacrifice to go to waste. In Blink Gone when till sees mizi, this AU would go around the same where DM sees Sarah in the crowd and reaches out before getting shot and everything… this is tragic I hate alien stage.

I have a lot of more thoughts I’ve been thinking for this AU so I’m just gonna write them all down and apologize in advance for the messiness…

Greg and Sarah as I somehow forgot to mention before have a close friend relationship, not to the extent of Greg and Knight’s closeness but they were definitely still close. Sarah is a very empathetic person, it’s very easy for her to understand what people are thinking or trying to say which is also why she gets along with Greg so well, cuz he doesn’t have to use that many words when talking to her; she just gets him. Kinda like canon Sarah and DM when they do that charades thing. I want to say they see each other as siblings but I’m not entirely sure yet. Greg among others in the garden repeatedly go to her for advice or to ask questions, since she’s somehow always got something insightful to say.

Sarah was always very outgoing and friendly with everyone. She was always wanting to know more, she spent most of her time in the garden journaling; writing things down about other people that she would learn either through observing or asking. Naturally because of her curious nature she ends up finding out what alien stage is actually about. She’s conflicted to say the least on whether she should let everyone else know or not; she didn’t even have a plan for escaping if they did know, she could get into trouble, she could get separated from her friends, or they wouldn’t even believe her, she’d be isolated, soo many unknown possibilities. She doesn’t even let Yolay know, hoping to protect her from the truth.

Okay Yolay intro. In this AU she’s very talented at singing and preforming, even picking up acting along the way. She’s like super pretty and popular buttt despite all this she’s not like actually happy with her life, everyone feels empty to her, always the same mundane compliments and routines, Until she meets Sarah…… (I’m not 100% on Yolay’s backstory before she meets Sarah but this all I got for now…)

Over time Sarah tries to make friends with Yolay and get to know her better because she’s curious. Yolay notices this and finds it endearing, she’s mostly appreciative of her. It takes a while but eventually they both start to open up to each other and become close friends. Yolay’s appreciation for Sarah turns into love and so does Sarah’s admiration. They never say it outright but they both know they love each other oouururegggh my doomed yuri 💔💔

Anyways when Sarah and Yolay go up against each other in alien stage, Yolay is almost guaranteed the win. Sarah is great at singing — but compared to Yolay, it’s likely she’d end up losing. Sarah knows and believes this, so she just gives it her best shot. They sing the duet, (my clematis) together, Sarah just tries to enjoy her last moments with Yolay, before she hears a BANG… blood splattered on Sarah’s face and she realizes Yolay lost. Her intentions still aren’t clear whether Yolay knew all along and let her win or not but either way Sarah was NOT prepared for this and ends up reacting the same way mizi did when sua died.

Trying to keep everyone in character so bad but it’s lowkey hard for Yolay when there’s not a ton to work with gulps… and also I don’t usually write like ever. So.

TLDR: Sarah and Yolay love each other. Yolay Dies. Also Sarah and Greg are good friends. Idk what’s up with Petey. And LP. I need to write their lore.

This post is getting too long for my liking now so if I come up with more lore it’ll be in a diff post hopefully with new art in it 😛

[yan-lorkai]

Hello, I just found your blog and I saw that you didn't have anything written yet, could you write a Yandere Alucard x reader?, where Alucard knows that his love is not like a normal one, but he still wants to love and care for the reader in his own way? I don't know if you could understand me, English is not my language.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: English isn't my first language either, darling, but don't worry. You're pretty good and I can understand you just fine! Normally when the requester doesn't specify what format they want, I write headcanons. But for this one I went with a drabble, hope you like it! 〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: yandere content, non consensual cuddling, implied kidnapping.

Alucard is not one for meaningless sentimentality, if he ever was when he was still human. He doesn't know, can't remember anything before turning into the monster he is today, shrouded by shadows and blood, by vicious bloodlust and thrill of the chase. One thing he remembers though it's love.

Ephemeral, fragile love that humans spend almost all their lives trying to get. Eternal, unconditional love that can swept anyone from their own feet. He's not going to admit it but love was something unknown to him.

Alucard has watched love blossom and change through the ages. Even if he can't remember now, he probably was loved by his parents, his mother probably engulfed him in her arms to protect him from harm, to make him feel safe and loved. Even now he watched and listened and observed love in its pure form, soft and happy, and all around him. He knows enough to know that his love it's tainted and impure just like him. It's all consuming, it's cruel, but he is a cruel monster ready to take and never be satisfied.

He can torn vampires to bits, can disconnect heads from their bodies and bathe in the blood of each of his enemies. Battles against ghouls became orchestrated displays of his commitment, each confrontation a macabre testament of his devotion to you. If only you could see it like this but you were always wary around him, scowling uncomfortably at his bloodied state and dismissing his gifts. Though he suppose eyes and bones don't make good gifts.

His slender fingers continue to tap rhythmically on the arm of the chair. The sound echoing loudly though the palpable silence that plagued your room. You are such a fragile little human, he could crush you so easily beneath his fingers. Could strangle and hear your whimpers and groans, could see the life leave your eyes just like he's seen it in so many other people. But he choose not to.

Instead, he should bring you a heart or a brain. Maybe even the entire corpse. Would that scare you too much though? He doesn't think so.

You're entertaining to watch and you make him feel things he thought he would never feel. For now, he's happy with this, he's happy watching you snuggling against your pillows, wrapped in the soft covers that hid you from the world.

Alucard's red eyes fixed on you with an intensity that could send shivers down your spine if you were awake. His love for you was unlike anything mortal — a dark and possessive force that lingered between obsession and protection. You, a mere human, were unaware of the affection that he had for you. Not for long though.

Deciding not to deny himself any further, Alucard moved. Without making a sound he plopped himself into your bed and pulled you into his arms, where you belong. He doesn't care if you wake up, far from this judging by the sly little smile that grows on his lips. Your head found its place in his chest, your warm breath almost tickling his neck.

He doesn't sleep. He doesn't need it but for a moment he closes his eyes. The blood pulsating on your veins being like a lullaby to him.

He always watched you from the shadows, his crimson gaze a constant companion, but his patience it's at its limit. You either doesn't notice his love for you or you are ignoring it, but he had enough of watching from afar and playing around, he gave you a choice. It was unspoken but you still had a chance for you to come forward and reciprocate his feelings before he take things on his own hands.

His love is not good for you, he know. And he knows he's going to ruin you but he doesn't care. What's matter it's that he has you, like a bunny snared in his trap and soon you be forever bound by his side. Not even his master could help you.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hiii I know you’ve talked about Lilia and Silver’s relationship before but how about Lilia and Malleus’s? He’s one of Lilia’s “sons” too, the first! I’d like to hear how you see their father-son relationship.

cbjsbsjwjskdn So strange!! I feel like I haven’t really talked much about Lilia and Malleus’s father-son relationship even though I’m such a sucker for family-related drama… Well, now is as good of a time as any!

***Please note: there are spoilers for 7-68+ in the main story; if you are comfortable with late book 7 spoilers, then please proceed with reading below the cut!***

Book 7 has made it pretty evident that Malleus thinks the world of Lilia and is willing to go to great lengths to protect him. Their bond is something that has been alluded to many times over prior to this point though!

Malleus has mentioned that Lilia trained him when he was younger. He did have formal tutors, but it was Lilia who instilled survival skills in him and taught him lessons unable to be learned through just a textbook. We get to observe one such scene via a flashback, which shows the aftermath of one of Malleus’s fits. The castle and various staff members were encased in ice, and along comes Lilia to fix things. He offers Malleus a bowl of shaved ice and invites him to eat with everyone (as the cause for his anger in the first place had been that his grandmother was busy with her duties and could no longer make time to each with him as promised). Lilia reminds Malleus that someone like him has great powers, so he has to wield it responsibly—otherwise he could have lost many of the people he is now sharing this snack with. (This is a very valid lesson since Malleus was capable of magic—and thus harming others—right out of the eggshell; he once singed Lilia’s hair with his flames.)

Malleus reports that Lilia has cut his hair for him (despite Malleus probably being able to go to a formal expert or the court’s hairdresser). Lilia has also sung to him at night and even taught Malleus how to play instruments.

It’s not clear to what extent Lilia was involved in his liege’s life, because even though he is established as a caretaker to Malleus, it was also revealed that Lilia was apparently banished from the capital city so they’d have to arrange to meet elsewhere. It’s known that Malleus would sometimes visit Lilia and baby Silver in their forest cottage, but again the frequency of these visits is unknown (Did he, like his headstrong mother, sneak out against the wishes of the senators?) I’d imagine that Malleus is kept fairly busy with studies to prepare him to ascend to the throne, but from the way Lilia describes raising Malleus, it sounds like he was with him quite frequently: “I always know exactly where he is. After all, I have been watching him since he was brushing eggshell off of his head.”

To this day, Lilia serves a similar guiding role, often acting as the facilitator between Malleus and his peers, as well as continuing to be a mentor to him. Malleus maintains his standoffish and difficult to approach aura at NRC, so it is Lilia who encourages him to engage with his peers. He delivers a holiday card to Malleus’s new friend who has taken up residence in Ramshackle. He invites Malleus as his plus one to Silk City in A Firelit Sky, wishing for him to see more of the world—even when disaster strikes and Lilia cannot accompany him. He extols the virtues of understanding and bonding with other races both in the main story (book 6) and in vignettes (Malleus’s Dorm Uniform). He gives Malleus a formal invitation to his farewell party (like, envelope and all!), because he knows just how much that would mean to him. Lilia has seen how a country looks when it has been ravaged by war and hate. He knows how a heart can grow bitter and resentful if left to fester in isolation. So he works his ass off to try and ensure that Malleus, the future of his country, can lead it to an era of peace and love that Lilia only got to experience with the passage of time. It could also be said that Lilia places a big emphasis on Malleus as their “future” since Lilia already suffered the loss of two close friends, Malleus’s parents.

Lilia seems to think of Malleus as a capable leader and one of great character, though perhaps marked with inexperience and a lack of worldly knowledge (which is why he pushes for Malleus to go out of his comfort zone). Most notably, he tells Leona in book 2: “[… ] with that sensitive ego of yours? That so quickly directs all your petty anger at your retainers... Well, the idea of you ever contending with a REAL king like our Malleus—is absolutely laughable. Even if you COULD defeat Malleus, so long as that's how you choose to conduct yourself? You would never be fit to rule!”

At times, Lilia has the habit of treating Malleus like a child. Something he does a lot is reassure his prince that it is okay to feel a certain way (usually frustrated or angry) and that Malleus is not capable of hiding the truth from his keen eyes. Lilia usually encourages Malleus to be more honest with his emotions and to take the chance to act like the child he is and enjoy his school life. Malleus tends to not take to the former very well, reminding Lilia that he is not a child and that he understands the circumstances. Despite these claims, he to hold Lilia in high regard and trusts him a great deal. Lilia currently occupies his vice dorm leader seat, which is implied to be handpicked by the dorm leader. Furthermore, Malleus trusts Lilia to fulfill the dorm leader duties that he is not capable of or able to, as we see Lilia attending dorm leader meetings and leading the Diasomnia freshmen during orientation.

Lilia is a more lax than Sebek and Silver when it comes to monitoring Malleus. He is of the belief that their prince needs his own independence and to experience life without people constantly breathing down his neck. Malleus, as we know, enjoys solitude like his midnight strolls throughout campus. In Leona’s Union Jacket vignettes, he also discusses the freedom of going out in public without an encourage accompanying him. Lilia is able to easily read and understand Malleus’s feelings in this regard (though he is good at reading all of the Diasomnia boys).

Malleus still cherishes the virtual pet that Lilia gifted him years ago. He takes care of it diligently, even though he is constantly faced with the cycle of Gao-Gao Dragon-kun/Roaring Draco growing up and leaving the nest. According to Malleus’s Labwear vignettes, he considers the virtual pet one of his most important treasures.

The two are able to pal around with each other despite holding the other in such high regard. When Malleus and Lilia are placed on opposite teams for Beans Day, they find fun in roughhousing and relish in the challenge (not really paying attention to the fact that their sheer power and speed is on a whole different level than that of the other students). They also served as co-conspirators in Endless Halloween Night, something which upset the other students and they both apologized for. Mischief isn’t entirely off the plate for this duo!

Malleus grew up without his parents (and his grandmother often kept away by her royal duties), so it’s possible that he latched onto Lilia as a parental figure. He is shown to be protective of Lilia both in vignettes and in the main story. For example, in Lilia’s PE Uniform vignette, Rook is chatting with Lilia and indicates that he is interested in Lilia as his hunting quarry—but Malleus throws the ball meant for long throwing at Rook, just narrowly missing his nose. “Perhaps he suspected that you were picking on little old me,” Lilia suggests. However, the example I’m sure we’re all familiar with of Malleus being protective of Lilia is book 7… when he decides it would be better you force everyone to have happy dreams instead of accepting a reality that changes and forces you to say good-bye to your loved ones. Malleus explicitly states that he is taking these actions so he “doesn’t lose [Lilia]”. Indeed, it is Lilia deciding to drop out of NRC and retire to the Land of Crimson Long that was the impetus for Malleus’s blot to kick into overdrive. When Lilia “wakes” from the dream, Malleus is eager to keep him in it. He offers to come up with a new dream, desperate and intent on keeping Lilia trapped there.

Malleus holds a lot of weight for Lilia too. When Lilia is pulled into a dream world fastened by Malleus’s magic to guarantee a “happy ending”, Lilia dreams of… an era of war? At first, Silver and co. find this to be strange because war isn’t something you tend to associate with happiness. It’s not until far later that Silver realizes what the real “happiest moment in [his father’s] life” is: the moment of Malleus finally hatching from his egg. Previously, Malleus had been very picky and rejecting the magic offered to him by others, even his own grandmother. This led to a dire situation where he was at risk of dying in his shell, as a dragon’s egg needs infusions of love and magic in order to be viable. In offering up much of himself—including a chunk of his own lifespan—Lilia helped Malleus hatch. To Lilia, this was his happiest—not because he “loves” Malleus more than Silver, but because Malleus hatching as a result of Lilia’s magic is affirming to Lilia that he is capable of parental love. This was a concern he communicated to Meleanor before she parted from this world, that he wasn’t sure he could look after Malleus in her stead because he’s an orphan and has never experienced what it is like to be loved… so he can’t have the capacity to love either. Meleanor reassures him though! If Lilia can love her and Raverne, then surely he can also bring himself to love their child. All these years, Lilia has never thought himself capable of “true love”—not even when he finds an infant Silver later, abandoned in a briar covered castle. But in that moment, when Malleus hatched, a miracle happened, and that miracle was the result of Lilia’s love.

This brings me to one final point about Lilia and Malleus’s relationship: how self-sacrificial Lilia is. Lilia hides a LOT of information from his loved ones, including Silver and Sebek, and instead chooses to accept the emotional burden of knowing himself. He does it with good intention, not wanting his children to be hurt by the scars of the past, but in a way that closes the boys off from fully understanding where they come from and Lilia’s own emotions. This is behavior that continues into present day, including Lilia being in a rush to leave to spare his boys the pain of a prolonged farewell. (I talk more about this aspect of Lilia’s character here, so I would advise reading that if you are interested in this topic.)

To conclude, Malleus and Lilia both highly respect and care for one another. Their bond is a strong one, and that’s perhaps why Malleus is so determined to cling to it—Lilia is one of the few intimate and meaningful connections he has.

[kpop-ruins-our-lives]

Connection - Jeon Jungkook scenario (Fluff)

Summary: You move to Seoul, shortly after staying there you meet the boys and enjoy their company.

Members: Jungkook x Reader ft. Jimin & Yoongi Genre: fluff Warnings: there are none Word count: 2686

Moving to Seoul was a choice of yours. As a little girl you always dreamed of moving to a big city and enjoying life somewhere else. When you watched TV as a teenager, you would always smile and think how one day you’ll be there, be in the city with a lot of kpop idols, actors. How you’ll be surrounded with so many nice and welcoming cafe bars, places to eat, karaoke, etc… You’re 23 now, you’ve been saving up the money for the moving, getting an apartment. In your research you’ve found a very nice cafe/dessert bar where they been looking for an employee. With experience of almost 5 years, you were hoping you’ll get the job.

You had a friend Ari,  which you knew for a long time now. You were staying at her place for few days, just till you find yourself an apartment to live in. It was hunting time, through out the day, you visited few of the apartments. The last one was the best one. It had a smaller kitchen, bathroom, one bedroom and living room. Best part of it, was a roof terrace with gorgeous view of the city. It didn’t take you long to just accept the offer. It was a fair pay.

Ari helped you with the stuff and hung out with you most of the day. Together you decided to walk around the town and just explore more for you to see. Korean language was not a problem for you. For long time you studied hard.

All around the city were pictures, big billboards of idols. The lights, the atmosphere was just something different than your old home.

“I’m glad you made this decision. I think you won’t regret it.” Ari smiles applying gloss on her lips “I hope this was the right decision.” Smiling you look out through the bus window, admiring the view and the city.

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Tomorrow morning, your phone rang and it was an unknown number. The manager of the place where you applied for the job was calling in to see if you can come to a job interview. Agreeing, quickly you jump off the sofa and run towards the big suitcase which you had to unpack, but who does even unpack on their first day home? You were a simple, yet classy outfit and put on a little bit of makeup and curled your hair. Shoes were on and you were on your way to the bus station. On the exit of the building, you crash into someone.

“Oh my God, I am so so sorry.” You place your hand over your mouth “Don’t worry, sometimes we are all in a hurry.” He spoke and nodded his head. You just smiled awkwardly and walked away.

The job interview went well, you were hired right on the spot and you’re starting tomorrow morning. You sat down in very corner by the big window of the café and grabbed yourself a coffee and a dessert on the side. The presentation, the employees, now, your colleagues were so nice. Walks through the door 3 young looking men. One of them looked kind of familiar you didn’t know why, but then remembered he’s the one you bumped into earlier today. You were embarrassed about it and hoped he wouldn’t notice you.  

“Oh dear God…” you put your head down and look at your notebook in which you were writing in, acting like you didn’t notice him at all.

  Jungkook, Jimin and Yoongi sat down few tables away. It was just like an other day. Three of them usually get coffee together when they are not working. “I fucking love when I get my days off. It’s sooo…. REFRESHING!” Jimin takes a deep breath “Are you fresh like that lemonade you ordered?” Yoongi points at it and smiles a bit, making Jungkook laugh his ass off. Jimin just gave Yoongi a look and took a sip of his lemonade. Jimin loked around the café just to see people who were in it. He liked to observe. Noticing you at the very corner. You were sitting alone and writing something down, slowly drinking your coffee. He thought to himself how come a pretty girl sits alone with no company. He leans on the table, placing his chin in his palm and keeps on smiling a bit. “What’s with the face Jimin?” Yoongi noticed “Do you see that girl, sitting alone in the corner? Don’t look-“ Yoongi and Jungkook turn around in a second and Jimin puts his head down in disappointment

“-Right away….” He finished the sentence Jungkook noticed you right away, he remembered you were the one bumping into him this morning. “I know her, she bumped into me today… She looked like she was in a rush.” He spoke and turned around looking at the boys. “What IF… Us three go there and join her?” Jimin smiles big and was proud of himself of thinking of that idea. “You can’t make the girl uncomfortable man-“ Yoongi started speaking but the boys already grabbed their drinks, standing up “Or you can…” he mumbles to himself and follows them

Looking up you notice 3 of them standing by your table. Being confused you didn’t know what to do or say or should you just run? “Jeogiyo, uliga hamkke hal su iss-eulkkayo?” (Excuse me, can we join you?) Jimin spoke up not knowing if you even speak Korean language. “Mullon-iya! Mannaseo bangabseubnida” (Of course! Nice to meet you) you spoke up and their face went from straight to shook. Jimin’s eyes were placed on Jungkook’s. Jungkook was smiling wide and Yoongi placed his hand over his mouth “Daebak!” Yoongi spoke and you just smiled at him “You can sit. Go ahead.” You said and they sat down “Sorry for the reactions, but your Korean is very good. We just didn’t expect for you to know it” Jimin smiled

“I am Jimin by the way. This is Jungkook and Yoongi” he added pointing at the boys “I am Y/N, nice to meet you guys. How come you came to me?” you luaghed closing your notebook and putting it away “Jimin noticed you being alone. So we thought maybe you can use a little company” Jungkook smiles and takes a sip of his coffee

You smiled and nodded your head. Boys started talking about themselves, what they do, love, etc… The talk was longer than expected, that even all four of you had to order something more. For a split second you felt like you’re in some Korean drama, some gorgeous looking men come and all of you talk and then one of them falls in love with you.

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“Waaah, you always wanted to come to Seoul?” Yoongi spoke and you nodded your head “Now that is dedication.” Jungkook points “I like you, we can be friends now.” Jimin spoke up and all of you laugh “We should see each other more… If you come to this café often, we’ll talk.” He added All of you shared phone numbers so you can talk/text over Kakao talk. It was an unusual feeling, didn’t feel real to meet these men and they turn out to be actually nice. “Boys, I’ll be walking Y/N home since we live in the same building.” Jungkook said “Y/N get home safe and I hope we didn’t scare you or anything” Yoongi smiled and looked at you “I want to be honest… Ya’ll not gonna kidnap me and take me somewhere, right?” all of you burts out laughing “Do we look that bad?” Jimin made a funny face “No, no… It’s just-“ “I get you Y/N, don’t worry. We are just normal guys and that’s it” Jungkook nods his head at you and the two of you share a smile “We’ll see you soon Y/N! Take care!” Jimin waved as the taxi came to pick up Yoongi and him. You waved at them.

Shortly after Jungkook and you got on the bus and sat down, all the way in the back. Somehow you were nervous, maybe because you don’t know him all that good yet. Jungkook noticed you kept looking out the window, your fingers were playing with your bracelet on your hand. “So- How do you like Seoul for now?” he tried to make you less nervous “Well I can tell you that I am in love with it already.” Your eyes place on his. Till now you didn’t notice much detail on him, his face. “I think you made a good decision to be honest.” “My friend Ari told me the same thing” the two of you shared a longer eye contact with a smile. Jungkook noticed that the bus stop was your and quickly grabbed your hand pulling you. Two of you rushed and literally jumped out the bus before the doors closing. “Sorry for grabbing you, I just noticed the bus stop is ours” Jungkook spoke running his fingers through his hair, fixing it a bit. “You know the city better than I do. I think I would be lost by now” you laugh The two of you walked down the streets, Jungkook was showing you every store, every fun place there was. He talked about the city, people, how fruit is sometimes expensive, but you get used to it. He pulled his phone out making you take some “aesthetic” pictures of him walking, standing etc… Jungkook felt really relaxed around you, which surprised him. He’s usually the “shy” one. “Did you take it?” he smiled approaching you taking the phone. Focused he looked through the photos. You had a small smile on your face as you observed him. He was cute and pretty. Jungkook only raised his eyes at yours and caught you looking at him. “I think these two are the best ones. What do you think?” he quickly said to break the silence. Jungkook and you smiled in agreement and continued to walk.

—

The two of you finally made it to the building. Jungkook being nice, he let you in first. As the two of you waited for the elevator. Jungkook looked to the side at you. “It was nice to spend this afternoon with you, I hope I wasn’t pain in the ass…” he spoke and you looked up at him “Thank you for everything Jungkook, I really had such a nice time!” you placed your hand on his arm

Elevator door opens and the two of you step inside. “One time, you’ll have to come and see the rooftop terrace Jungkook. It’s very pretty- ACTUALLY, come later tonight if you want to?” you didn’t even stutter asking him Jungkook took a breath and was acting like he was “thinking” about it. You found that face funny and laughed “Lemme check my schedule….. Yeah, I have nothing. I’ll come” Jungkook played looking up and thinking. Smiling you nod your head and Jungkook walks out of the elevator and waves walking away.

Quickly you run out of the elevator to you apartment. You didn’t want to look all fancy, but nicer than today or wasn’t it too much? You ended up just not thinking about it and being you. Few hours go by and your phone buzzed. Jungkook was asking if he can come now. You answered him and few minutes later he was knocking on your door. You open it and he was wearing a white T-shirt and white sweatpants paired with white sneakers. You handed him some slippers. “Woow you got a nice place Y/N. It looks comfy. Did you unpack yet?” Jungkook kept walking and looking around your apartment “Well… Not quite yet.” You laughed Jungkook and you headed upstairs to see the rooftop. His smile formed on his face as soon he saw the view. “Make yourself at home… I didn’t have any alcohol, so I have some banana milk” you spoke and Jungkook chuckles nodding his head “Banana milk is good too” he placed his hands on the edge, observing the whole city.

You sat down on the chair and pulled your phone out, taking a picture of him. You smiled and kept looking at him. “It’s beautiful here Y/N.” he finally turns around and joins you “You think huh?” you spoke Jungkook nodded is head and looke dup at the sky, watching the stars. You kept observing his side profile. His eyes sparkling, smile who didn’t move from his face. You smiled because he looked happy, very happy at the moment. Jungkook’s face turns towards yours and he extends his hand. You place yours in his and he leads you to the edge of the roof. “See that over there?” he points “What? I am small I can’t fucking see anything” both of you laughed “Follow my finger” he said while laughing. You close one of the eyes and follow the finger. Jungkook steps a little more behind you, leaning his body against you’re a little more. As he does that you freeze a bit, but let it be. “Oh that? It looks like a park maybe? With lights? I don’t know?” you smiled and turned around facing him   “Yeah, you need to check that out sometime” his eyes fall on yours, he smiles a bit looking away, but not moving away from you. Somehow you were very nervous, but felt comfortable. You didn’t want him to step away. “What?” he spoke and you could feel he was a bit nervous “What what?” you teased a bit “You’re not moving.” He jokes finally making eye contact with you again “Neither are you” you raise an eyebrow and he smiles “Fine-“ his hands go up on your cheeks and he places his lips on your quickly. Pulling away he leans his forehead against yours. “I hope you’re not mad at me.” He spoke softly, but silently “Not even in a slightest” your hands place on his chest, Jungkook gave few more pecks on the lips. “Should we get our banana milk? I’m kind of thirsty” he spoke again and the two of you chuckle a little.

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It was the morning after whole situation with Jungkook happened. You couldn’t let yourself dream about it today. Today was an important day, your first day at work. You must stay focused.

Arriving at the café, you walked around with the boss. He showed you around. “Ahh, Jungkook-ah you’ll be Y/N’s mentor today. She has experience, but just to show her what we have on the menu.” The boss placed a hand on Jungkook’s back, making him turn around. The two of you looked at each other in shock. Jungkook didn’t blink for a minute. The boss observed the reactions between the two of you, he didn’t know what was going on. “Jungkook?” he spoke up “Right sajangnim.” Jungkook bows a little and nods his head

“You didn’t tell me you work here.” Jungkook quietly said “Surprise?” you smiled spreading your arms a little. Jungkook smiled and lead you through the café to the making station. It was hard to focus for both of you because of yesterday. After sometime, there wasn’t much people in the café, you took your time on some things. Jungkook took your hand in his and you followed him to the back.

“I just had to do this.” Jungkook quickly placed a kiss on your lips, he smelled like fresh coffee and fruit at the same time. His lips tasted sweet. “By the way… Great work. I’m cheering for you. Go Y/N!” he added as he walked away As the day passed, shift was over and you saw Jimin and Yoongi siting at the table. “Wha- Y/N?! Why are you walking with Jungkook?” Jimin’s eyes go wide “Guess what Jimin. She works here” Jungkook laughs and sits down next to him “No fucking way?!” Jimin burst out laughing “Now Y/N will make you lemonade Jimin. Maybe she makes it better than anyone, even Jungkook” Yoongi had his arms crossed on his chest You laugh and nod your head. “I meaaan… Probably” you elbow Jungkook a little “Bet on it!” Jungkook spoke pointing at you.

[melliae]

Theory about Mephistopheles and the Chinese Identity of our American Girl

It seems my pleas for someone to steal my computer have fallen in deaf ears… At any rate, before starting this short, schizo theory, I have to clarify the following line

It’s not “an observer, and a wishmaker.” There’s no connector or word that implies the observer and wishmaker are different people. They are used in tandem, with no in-between at all.

The observer IS the wishmaker, in other words.

This clarification is important because before it, Carmen seemed genuinely surprised at how censored and blurry Jia Ishmael’s story became (“Oh.”, “[…] I suppose”). That means that she wasn’t the one who did it, and it doesn’t make sense for the observer-wishmaker to do it either. Thus, none of the parties we know of caused that phenomenon.

Now, the question is: what caused it? We know thanks to Yi Sang and Canto VI’s mess that the Mirror reflects the possibilities the individual holds at some level, with the worlds of Abnormalities—living symbols of the unconscious mind—described as “cracks in the mirrored world” and “incredibly narrow and unstable chasms.” Basically, and if we take Binah’s words in LC at face value, Abnormalities and the mind are more fundamental than Mirror worlds, acting as their foundations. Needless to say, this has several implications that I won’t get into, but the core of what I’m saying is that the Mirror Worlds are the possibilities of the mind and are only limited by it (as many players have guessed by now).

So the censored and blurred parts now make sense: they were carefully curated because they blatantly contradict what the observer-wishmaker assumes/thinks what defines Ishmael. If those parts hadn’t been hidden, then the contradictions would have made the observer-wishmaker think that Mirror World can’t possibly exist, making its observation an impossibility and thus denying their wish. Naturally, this also has its own implications that I won’t explain, as the only important thing about it is that we have 2 possible explanations now: either the mind of the observer-wishmaker ignored those parts, which is not very likely due to self-evident reasons, or someone modified what the Mirror showed.

We know from Dante’s Notes, that Identities are found via Mephistopheles’ engine (which, according to Faust, is also called Mephistopheles…), meaning that no one can really mess with what is extracted at all. Obviously, maybe Faust put a strange mechanism that allowed some unknown people to control what the extracted elements show, right? But then, the doubt about how those people know what Dante, as the observer-wishmaker, considers possible emerges.

So now we go into the schizo part…

Dante has a Golden Bough in their head, which is the thing that connects them to the Sinners  (Morositas pretty much confirmed it) and the “sapling” in Limbus’ headquarters. We also know that Golden Boughs have curious interactions with Mirror Worlds as per Canto VI, and they have a similar color to Mephistopheles’ engine…

Basically, Mephistopheles was the one who censored the information in Jia Ishamel’s story, likely due to the connection it has with the Golden Boughs in general (hinted during A Notable Change) and thus with Dante. This obviously presupposes that Mephi is alive at some level, which is somewhat supported by the game, from Charon to the Indigo Elder and Cassetti. Even Dante noted it somehow “evolves” with the Sinners in their notes.

For that matter, this has a literary foundation as well! Mephistopheles fulfilled every wish of Faust in all the variants of the story, and LCB Faust enjoyed stargazing in the past according to her evening greeting—and what kind of existence grants wishes in the universe? Furthermore, A Midspring Night’s Dream 2 seems to support this idea as well, with Charon specifically saying “Mephi, twinkle-twinkle like stars” at the end, after Dante woke up from their “fever dream,” which, as we know from the first April’s Fools event, is likely a glimpse into a Mirror World.

(Besides, how to forget the fact that the last skill of “Vergilius” is Mephistopheles running over the Sinners, and I genuinely doubt the actual Vergilius knows how to drive the Bus or would entertain doing so in those circumstances.)

Now, this also leads us to some interesting implications again: if Mephistopheles is a “star,” wouldn’t that make it a fallen one? Representation Emitter shows how Faust (or at least a Faust-adjacent person) discovered the engine somewhere underground. Consequently, does that mean the Stars are angels or similar creatures? Moreover, what does it imply for Dante’s true identity? In all versions, Mephistopheles is subservient to Faust only and no one else…

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First Love Headcanons: Pannacotta Fugo x Reader

↳ Gender neutral reader.

A/n: This was so much fun to write! Fugo is such an interesting character to write for that I couldn’t help but fuss over this one for a good while. I hope y’all enjoy it as well. <3

Warning(s): None.

It started out innocently enough, as Fugo is not the type to fall in love overnight.

Curiosity itself is a perfectly normal reaction to have regarding a new member of Bucciarati’s team. Fugo is no exception to this, as he no doubt harbored questions about you when you initially joined.

That said, his approach is different compared to the others on the team. If you join after Mista, Narancia, and Abbacchio, they do just fine on their own intimating you at the very start.

Past the initial meeting, where some lighthearted hazing is likely to occur from everyone, Fugo sees no reason to contribute to any form of poking and prodding outside of missions. You already have to get used to so many strong personalities at once, after all.

He’s been with Bucciarati since the formation of his team, so he’s quite accustomed to getting used to someone new being around. Hell, if he wasn’t so closed off, he would’ve thought to feel bad for you.

Due to the walls he’s long put up, he prefers to remain observant from afar for a good while. Regardless of when you enter the picture, he’s going to keep his distance.

He’s not as good at reading people as someone like Giorno, but he trusts what he can decipher.

This will likely result in Fugo making some assumptions about you prior to the two of you finding equal footing. Whether or not his judgements turn out correct is unknown to you, as he doesn’t care share them with you to begin with.

This does lead to some aspects of your personality to be surprising to him. Nothing bad, just little details about you that he wasn’t expecting.

Your hobbies may be what’s shocking, or perhaps the type of media you prefer to consume. Little aspects of life and personality that unfold because of how much time the team spends together. The discovery of such things is what likely makes him feel more inclined to get to know you better.

Little by little, Fugo will eventually start including you in conversations and vise versa. Especially when Narancia and Mista are involved, he begins to turn to you it in an attempt to keep himself sane:

Mista and Narancia’s relentless chatter is still intimating.

How can you even approach a guy like Mista? He’s more than proven himself to be the type that says anything and everything that pops into his brain. Although he is certainly the relaxed type, his words can be quite vicious if he’s in the mood to tease and you just so happen to be in his line of sight. Sit him next to a full-time enabler like Narancia, and the two can go off on pretty much any topic imaginable.

Their conversations at the dinner table are wild, spontaneous, and still- even after more than a month of knowing them -manage to catch you off guard. Sometimes it’s thought-provoking and other times… not so much.

Which leads to their current conversation, one you sincerely wish wouldn’t take place while you’re trying to eat.

“I’m just saying-“ Mista argues, waving his fork in the air, “If it promotes a soothing and relaxing environment within the human body, I don’t see why it’s so unbelievable that it could also theoretically resonate with your bowels as well.”

“Yeah, maybe-“ Narancia rolls his eyes, “But that doesn’t mean it’s gonna make you crap your freaking pants! That’s ridiculous.”

“It’s not ridiculous; it’s psychology.” Mista retorts, raising a brow. His smug expression does nothing to convince you, or a bewildered Fugo sitting next to you, his knowledge on the subject. But it is enough to grind Narancia’s gears, which ultimately, is probably the key to his actual intent.

Still… you think, staring at your food with a pinched nose. It’s the brown noise. They’re actually trying to prove or disprove the psychological effects of the brown noise. Why on earth… no, how on earth can either of them discuss such a thing with a straight face?

“What kind of messed up psychoglogy-“

“Psychology,” Fugo cuts in with a sigh.

“-Yeah, whatever,” Narancia dismisses with a wave of his hand, “What kind of messed up psycho-logically are you reading up on?”

Grunting in frustration, Fugo drops his forehead onto the table with an exaggerated thud. Mista and Narancia continue to argue amongst the two of them, but you instead direct your attention to the grumbling blonde.

“Umm… Fugo?” you ask, hesitant to even address him.

He raises his head from the table, looking at you with desperation in his dark violet eyes. “Please don’t tell me you think this is worth discussing.”

You raise both your hands in the air. “Are you kidding? I just wanted to eat, but apparently that’s unheard of here.”

Sighing once more, he runs his hand through his hair. His hand stops at his neck and rubs the back of it. “Trust me, I don’t get them either,” he shakes his head, hand finally returning to his lap, “I’m glad you don’t encourage this nonsense, though.”

You let out a chuckle, a little surprised. Sure, you’ve spoken with Fugo before, but hardly ever this casually. The notion brings a tiny smile to your face. “I can’t believe you’d ever think I would,” you reply lightheartedly.

“Well, hanging around these two must be making me lose critical thinking skills… my apologies,” he replies. Despite his words, a smile crawls it’s way onto his face too.

Casual conversations held between the two of you opens the door to the beginning of a genuine friendship.

Unlike Abbacchio, Fugo knows better than to be contrarian to everything you say and do just because you’re new. Considering his intellect, he has always done his best to be objective. And there eventually comes a point where, upon reflection, he figures that you’re alright.

By then, off missions, he started asking you- quite bluntly -questions about yourself.

Although forward, he won’t overwhelm you all at once. From time to time, you might catch him staring at you thoughtfully out the corner of your eye (Do not bring this up to him; he will deny it to his grave). A round of questions often followed his stares.

And it’s when he feels he really knows you on a personal level that he’s able to truly relax around you.

He started greeting you with the same kindness and courtesy he offers the others. He gave you encouragement throughout both your private and work life… a lot of it. Turning to you during conversations comes to be as natural as it is for anyone else on the team.

Fugo’s caring side may be blocked off behind walls he keeps up for the sake of self preservation and the result of an unhappy childhood, but once you’re allowed to peek beyond them, his sweetness really knows no limit.

And it’s through his behavior that developing feelings start to shine through.

Fugo’s not going to at all realize his feelings toward you until the truth is smacking him across the face. But his actions show a certain kind of fondness before he himself recognizes anything.

His expressed love languages are most commonly words of affirmation and acts of service. This is very much so the case in the early stages of him developing feelings.

The words of affirmation were never explicitly affectionate, but always careful and supportive.

Fugo beats himself up over his temper often, so when he can think straight, he’s using his mind to its full extent. In other words, because he’s easily blinded by rage, he chooses his words very carefully whenever he can.

So after a particularly rough mission, he may get upset at one point or another. During the quiet moments after the fact, when adrenaline isn’t flowing any longer, he always gives credit where credit is due. He’ll gently comment on your work throughout the job, expressing he thought you did good with examples to boot.

Or it can be something as simple as offering you a job well done after making yourself a dinner.

From always holding his tongue unless he disagreed with your actions or input, to showering you with praise constantly. It comes to him so naturally he doesn’t even think twice.

And soon, even others in the group start to take notice:

“I don’t wanna do this right now… Fugo’s not even here yet, can’t I just wait?” Narancia whines.

His head is resting on top of an open notebook, his right cheek squished against crumpled paper. Pencil lead is smushed on his cheek, but pointing out he’s likely ruining his work would be a waste of time.

Resting your elbows on the table, you give Narancia a playful smile. “He’s supposed to get here with Abbacchio in thirty minutes. You know you should’ve gotten more done by now…”

Narancia let out an obnoxious groan, rolling his head onto his opposite cheek so he no longer has to look you in the eye.

“Narancia…” you sigh, smile falling. “I’m sorry if it seems harsh, but Fugo asked me to make sure you practiced on his recent lesson. He and Abbacchio are out doing the heavy lifting for the team right now, so it’s the least I can do.”

Narancia replies, but mutters it out so quietly you don’t pick up on his words.

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” he says at a volume you can hear, half bitter and half teasing.

“Narancia-“

“I said,” he lifts his head from the table, “You think like that ‘cause he’s always so nice to you.”

“What?” you blurt, heart skipping a beat.

“He compliments you all the time,” he chuckles. The smugness in his tone only grows, and as he continues, heat rushes to your cheeks. “‘Oh, Y/n, you did such a good job today, Y/n.’ And, ‘Oh, Y/n, you’re so very smart why don’t you help out Narancia?’ And who could forget, ‘Oh, Y/n, you look very beautiful today. Why don’t you kiss me on my big fat mouth?’”

“H-He doesn’t say that!” you exclaim, absentmindedly pulling at your fingertips underneath the safety of the tablecloth.

“You gotta know what I mean, though!” he insists. Pausing in order to read your expression, another laugh escapes him. “What? You haven’t noticed?”

“Umm, well.” Your lips pucker out, unsure if you should feel intrigued or embarrassed. After a short pause, you continue, “Fugo compliments everyone; including you… you know? He believes you can do this. He wouldn’t put care into teaching you if he didn’t. And I’ve seen what you’ve accomplished myself too. I certainly know you can get this.”

“You’re changing the subject,” he points out.

“And that not what you’re trying to do?” you ask, gesturing towards his notebook.

Narancia blinks dumbly, bewildered by your response. For a moment, you become pleased with yourself. Seemingly, you’d backed him into a corner and couldn’t help but be a little proud of yourself for it.

“You really don’t know…” he utters, eyes suddenly brightening.

Wait, what? you think, confidence quickly dwindling.

A fit of laughter erupts from him, kicking his feet in the limited space underneath the table. The movement halts your hands. His chair creaks and squeaks in distress, quickly quieting down when he once again slams both feet back on the floor.

He eagerly hunches over his notebook, eyes wide. Snatching up his pencil, he finally begins scribbling on the paper once more.

You’re left staring at him in awe. “What…? So now… you’re good then? You’re just… you’re just going to continue your work?”

Narancia lets out another laugh. “Ha! Well, the sooner I finish, the sooner I can tell Mista about this. I can’t believe you’re so clueless!”

Narancia is calling you clueless… yikes.

The confusion you may have felt that afternoon is nothing compared to Fugo’s reeling mind when the others started pointing things out and teasing him over his supposed affection.

Fugo doesn’t remember when it started, but they didn’t wait long after noticing his feelings to begin teasing him over them.

He would cross his arms, turning away with an annoyed expression while a pool of denials flood from his mouth. With a reaction like that, Narancia and Mista especially enjoyed pushing his buttons on the subject.

Abbacchio would partake in teasing as well in his own little way. Namely, he began making straight-faced comments and turning smug the moment Fugo’s voice raises. Bucciarati mostly keeps quiet on the matter, but no one could miss the fond grin he wears when the others get on his case.

Once, Giorno called you Fugo’s boyfriend/girlfriend. A bashed remote and a broken plate later, Fugo is shocked to learn Giorno wasn’t picking on him and genuinely thought the two of you were together.

The guy must be either super egotistical or is just not at all used to being wrong about this kind of thing, Fugo distinctly thought.

But of course he’s wrong about this! Everyone’s comments made no sense to him at all! There’s no way he felt that much towards you. That kind of thing… is not for him. He may take note when someone’s attractive, but he’s never really thought too seriously about romantic relationships. Just because you’re attractive, doesn’t mean-

Nope… nope, nope, nope, nope. He’s not touching that one with a ten foot pole. No way.

But by the next time he’s helping you with dishes the concept pops into his brain. When he’s dotting on you after a mission it’s plaguing his mind. And he can’t help but notice how meticulous he is when retrieving your additions to the group’s grocery list.

Shit.

Fugo doesn’t know what to think. He really… does go out of his way for you at times. Well, okay, all the time. Looking back, he finds some of his actions to be a little embarrassing. And the more the notion is stuck in his brain, the more he starts understanding that he really does care about you more than just as a friend.

Which is a whole other problem. Fugo’s going to get completely stuck in his own head.

This is the very first time he’s felt this way about someone, and he’s a mess over his lack of knowledge on the subject.

Because what the hell is he supposed to do? Tell you…? Don’t be ridiculous. That notion is met with a mocking tone, as if the mere idea of doing so is itself far too absurd.

But still… there’s this overwhelming urge telling him he has to do something. According to the others he’s already doing something, apparently. But you’re not saying anything about it. Wouldn’t you say something about it if you noticed? What if you never notice on your own? You won’t know unless he makes some sort of move…. but surely that would cause the sky to fall and mark the beginning of end times.

It’s a real echo chamber of insecurity in his head.

Yet… he feels a weird compulsion to be closer to you despite himself. He gets a weirdly beautiful feeling when he’s around you and it flutters his heart so much he doesn’t want to just let it go. It’s brand new to him, and as much as he stresses, he holds onto his affection tight.

Even though it’s more annoying than not, the others are consistent enough with their jabs that it gives Fugo hope that just maybe…

One of the only times Bucciarati explicitly commented on it himself, he mentioned that he believes Fugo’s frustration with his feelings will eventually pass.

The tone he carried indicated that he must know something that Fugo doesn’t, which only made his mind run wild further. Because if you’re going to tell anyone on the team about your feelings, it would probably be him.

Regardless of how much Fugo begs, Bucciarati doesn’t confirm nor deny that hunch. He’s rather adamant that Fugo should just “Ask Y/n and find out on your own.”

And after months of pushing, the others begin echoing that sentiment.

The likelihood of him making the first move is still slim, he figures, but he does hold onto hope that he’ll get a chance one day. Daydreams and “what if” scenarios are a common occurrence for him.

He procrastinates waits for the perfect opportunity, but it never seems to come. Mista mocks him for it, laughing that “There’s no such thing as a perfect opportunity.” Fugo only grows more defensive in response.

I’m already so nervous about expressing myself to Y/n, Fugo fusses, I don’t know what I’d do if I mess this up. If I can’t sweep them off their feet, how can I even-

“Pannacotta?” you ask, pulling him away from his thoughts.

He blinks a couple of times, focusing his attention back on you.

When Giorno is absent, Fugo’s the best source of first aid on the team. All you had to do was walk up to him, apologetic and sheepish. Without a word, he eagerly jumped at the opportunity to help patch you up after a particularly rough mission. It’s the closest he ever physically gets to you.

He calmly led you into a bathroom, gesturing for you to sit atop the sink. His fingers were light and gentle as he worked with what he has on hand. You gave him reassurance that Giorno will likely return soon, so he has no need to stress.

A smile played on his lips, thankful that you know him well enough to guess his own worry.

But slowing movements and focused eyes told you his mind began wandering elsewhere. The cutely taken aback expression on his face after you spoke up is also more than enough evidence to confirm your suspicion.

“You with me?” you ask, playfully trying to get him to respond.

You’re not used to him being this quiet after you’ve gotten hurt. He either talks you through the pain or feels the need to give a lecture. Even when Giorno’s healing you, he’s right by your side whenever he can. Just the thought of his usual behavior can bring warmth to your heart.

“My apologies, you’re just distracting,” he says, hands immediately snapping from your person. Oh god, oh god, it’s not like him to speak without thinking. He stutters trying to cover up his words and only digs a bigger hole for himself in the process. “I-I mean you’re distracted- I’m distracted.”

You laugh, but it dies out fast as you clutch your side at the sting of pain rippling though your body. Fugo’s hands instinctively fly to your side as well, his fingertips brushing up against your own.

Slowly, he lifts his head only to meet your gaze closer to him than it was mere moments ago. You seem just as surprised as he is, and there’s a brief pause while both of you wait for the other to pull away.

Neither of you do.

He’s so close he can feel your breath fanning his face. Normally his face would burn red and he’d retreat to his bedroom as soon as he could, where he’d proceed to reply the moment in his head for the rest of the night. But your eyes… your breathtaking gaze is locked on his own so intently he can’t bring himself to pull away.

And they give him courage he never knew he has.

With a nervous gulp, he leans forward and plants a single kiss to your lips. His own lips are unimaginably soft and hesitant, yet linger against your own longingly. Even when he pulls away far too soon, his nose nuzzles against yours as he plays with the idea of brushing his lips against yours again.

Just to have felt you… to have the briefest taste of what it’s like being closer to you than anyone else he’s ever known before…

“I-“ he pulls himself away, joy dissolving into self-consciousness. You open your mouth to speak, but in his haste, he cuts you off by accident, “I’m sorry… I-I shouldn’t have done that.”

“You… didn’t want to?”

Your reply is spoken in a whisper, voice so faint not even someone standing in the doorway could pick up on it. Fugo’s heart thuds against his ribcage at the crestfallen look on your face. Are you… really disappointed? He’s understanding this correctly… right?

There’s no time to think, and once again he lets his mouth move faster than his mind. “Well, I… you deserve better, you know?” he reasons, “I should’ve explained myself first and then asked… not just go for it… you know. This- I-… I’m not doing this right, aren’t I?”

You adjust yourself on the sink top, glancing away from him for only a second. “If you were to have explained yourself… what would you have said?” you gently plead.

“I-…” he shakes his head.

“Please, Pannacotta, I want to know…”

“I-…” he starts again, taking in a deep breath, “I think I would’ve said… that I think you’re very remarkable. That I’ve never met someone like you before… someone who makes me feel this way… someone who makes me-… umm…”

A hopeful smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you finish for him, “Makes you… want to kiss me?”

He nods, clearing his throat for a couple moments too long. “Not just that, though… you know? It makes me want to take care of you and look after you if I may. I-I-“ he hesitates, “I’m sorry… I’ve thought about this for so long. What I’d say to you if… if I got the impression that you wanted to hear it.”

“I do want to hear it,” you tell him, still grinning from ear to ear, “Pannacotta… I’ve been wanting to say something too for a while now. But you’ve taken the words right out of my mouth.”

He would think he’s dreaming if it weren’t for your hand reaching out and holding his with a gentle squeeze.

“I like you a lot…” you softly confess, “And I need you to know that. It’s always really cute to see you so shy… but for a moment I got to see you push yourself a little. And I think that was beautiful.”

His head falls, staring down at your interlocked hands. Your words stir something within him, taking a tiny step forward in trying to grasp that burst of confidence he felt when he kissed you. “You’re beautiful…” he mumbles, squeezing your hand.

Just a quick glance your way, a brief view of the bright smile on your face, is the best reassurance he could’ve hoped for. He took the plunge, and not only is chaos not ascending to the world’s surface, but his eyes finally open to the affection you feel for him in return.

He ultimately had a love-hate relationship with the way he feels about you before anything concrete happened between the two of you, but that didn’t stop him for falling for you more and more.

And with hindsight, he’s a little timid over not having told you how he feels sooner. But it doesn’t consume him as it may once have before.

With you now at his side, you his and him yours, his heart can only flutter with joy at the prospect of finding his first love.

[my-cherie]

𝗗𝗢𝗘𝗦 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗠𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪♡

pairing ꒱modern! step-dad! pantalone x male reader warnings ꒱ step relationships (though reader doesn't know it), cheating on pantalone's part, a few pet names (darling, sweetness, pet), grinding, dirty talk, praise. wc ꒱ 600+ thoughts ꒱ small genshin drabble bc pantalone doesn't get nearly as much appreciation as he deserves, this man is HOT, y'all. inspired by the abba song with the same name. NOT BETA READ.

You hadn’t seen your mom in a long time. Ever since you moved away for college she barely contacted you, so to say you were baffled when her wedding invite came in would be the century’s understatement. Putting on your best suit, you messed with your hair a little more and tried your best to straighten your tie, before giving up and just deciding to go like this. Not like you were trying to impress anyone.

While you were on the way to the ceremony, you checked the invite again. This was maybe your mom’s third husband ever since your dad left? You weren’t sure, but maybe this “Pantalone” (as you came to know his name from the invite) would be nicer than your other step-fathers.

… The place was fancy. You almost wish you hadn’t come, because the venue in itself already seemed straight out of an expensive magazine, with the full-on white decorations, roses and tulips and baby’s breath everywhere and a ton of seats in the middle of a cute, meadow-like wedding venue and now you were sure that this Pantalone guy was at least filthy rich, because your family sure as hell didn’t have the money for this place, even with the money your mom managed to get from her past failed relationships.

You stumble amidst all the guests, making small talk with some cousins, aunts and uncles, before finally settling into the back of the garden, nursing a glass of white wine that you were sure cost more than your apartment. Trying to look for anyone else you knew besides the few relatives you had talked to, you were disappointed to see only strangers. 

Fuck, was your mom gonna take too long to come out? 

“Hello,” you startled, who— “do you mind if I wait here as well?

Oh, that’s a very pretty man.

He’s wearing probably the most expensive suit you’ve ever seen, with a beautiful blue tie, silver glasses and— Is that a fucking Armani suit?

“Sure dude, uh,” you shift under his attention, distractedly biting the inside of your mouth, scrambling for a common topic you could talk to this stranger about, “do you know the groom?”

“Yeah, you could say that.” He chuckles in amusement and you realize suddenly that he seemed a bit... bored. He was just observing everyone and not moving to greet any of the people in the venue, even though you can see that quite a few people seemed to wave and smile at him.

The unknown man seemed to not want to socialize with anyone else, besides you, that is.

You mess with your tie again, trying to distract yourself from the beautiful, beautiful man besides you. Your tie just never seems to sit correctly on your suits, no matter how many times you've watched those tutorials on Youtube about how to do the perfect tie.

“Do you need some help there?” The man — fuck you forgot to ask his name — asks, clearly seeing you struggle.

“Please, if you could.” You smile at him, embarrassed.

He comes closer, slowly redoing your tie for you, and you stare at his face meanwhile. 

Without meaning to, your eyes are attracted to his lips and you bite your own again, thinking about how they look very much kissable. When you look up, he’s already looking directly at you, a smirk playing at his lips and his eyes muddled with arousal.

So you weren’t the only one to feel the pull of attraction between you two then, good. You weren’t even enjoying the wedding anyway.

(The man kisses hard, you dimly register, your body hidden away from view by the way he’s holding you, kissing you breathless.

His knees are slowly grinding your dick and fuck if it doesn’t feel good, making you moan each time he does it, holding his hair tighter.

“Do you like it like that, darling? Does it feel good?” He talks dirty like he’s made for it and when you don’t answer, he pulls away the tiniest bit. “Answer me.” 

And you have to gasp for breath, he has already made you into such a mess in a few seconds, it’s humiliating, but not enough for you to not beg him.

“Yes! Yes, it feels amazing! Please, please—“ You don’t know his name, god damn it all. He seems to notice your predicament, because he snickers a bit.

“The name’s Pantalone, sweetness.”

You give him your name as well, completely forgetting that your mom’s soon-to-be-husband has the same name as the stranger ravaging you. Even though it’s a very clearly unique name, your brain has been completely taken by his ministrations, hazy and distracted.

“Cute,” he says, before going back to kissing you to oblivion and starting to grind against your cock with his own, clearly hard and wanting to continue just as much. 

“I’m going to enjoy ruining you, pet.”)

[likeadevils]

Reputation Timeline

This is a very long post that puts all the songs on Reputation in order of Taylor making them, with as many specific dates as possible. I’ve also included other songs she wrote while writing Reputation and quotes from Taylor and her collaborators talking about her process. 

If you don't want to read the whole post, check out this playlist of the album or her entire discography.

KEY:

Song Dates:

🟢: There is some type of official source for the date

🟡: There isn’t an official source, but everything points to that date

🟠: I’m pretty sure that this is when it was written, but I wouldn’t be shocked if I was wrong. Or the period of time is just too large to be a definite date

🔴: Unknown, year comes from U.S. copyright offices

Other:

✍️: Record of Taylor (possibly) writing a song

🎤: Record of Taylor (possibly) recording a song

📌: Misc album activity

Part 1: Pre-writing

📌 Dec 11, 2014: Vogue interview conducted: "I don’t get so caught up in the work that I don’t appreciate the crazy, incredible, astonishing, joyous success that’s happened,” she says. “Putting pressure on yourself is good, but putting unnecessary stress on yourself is bad—so I don’t worry that I haven’t started the next record yet. I don’t worry that I don’t know what it’s going to be. I’m not worried that I have absolutely no timetable as to when it needs to be done. It could be two years from now; it could be three, it could be four. Or it could be one. You get these bursts of inspiration right at the moment you’re not expecting to. You just have to live your life, and hopefully you’ll take the right risks."

🎤 March 2, 2015: Photographed leaving a studio. (Note: I can not find a place that specifies if this is a recording studio, dance, photography, radio, or television studio).

✍️ April 8, 2015: Ed Sheeran: "We have plans to work together soon"

📌 April 29, 2015: Entertainment Tonight interview published: "I’m not making the next record yet, that’s going to take a lot of thinking about what that should be. With 1989, I love this album so much that I think it’d be doing a real disservice to try and copy it the next time around. I think it’s going to have to be something very different, creatively"

📌 May 20, 2015: Marie Claire interview published: Taylor is not even sure she'll have made another album by the time 2020 rolls around. "I'm not going to put out an album until I've made one that's better than this one and that's going to be really hard."

🔴 2015: ...Ready For It? (First Draft)

Heather Wirth (Taylor's assistant during the 1989 tour): "There was one time where I was traveling with her on her tour and she was sitting in the back of her plane, I could hear her just throwing words together and basically in front of me, she ended up writing Ready For It."

Taylor was on the 1989 tour from May 5-December 12, so all we can narrow this down to is the year. Here is my opinion on how complete this version was.

📌 August 25, 2015: NME interview conducted: Swift speaks about the challenge of following the stellar '1989'. Does the thought scare her? "Nooooooo. How could the next one be as big? Maybe the next album will be a bridge to somewhere else. Or maybe I'll just go ahead and change everything." I ask for a hint from the handful of songs she's written so far and she replies with a scoff. "No! Why would I do that?! God!" The 1989 Tour wraps up in December. After that, Swift says, "I think I should take some time off. I think people might need a break from me. I'm going to… I don't know. Hang out with my friends. Write new music. Maybe not write new music. I don't know."

🎤 October 7, 2015: Photographed leaving a recording studio in New York

📌 October 19, 2015: GQ interview published: "When I’m prewriting-- which is what I’m always doing, like right now, I’m not actively making an album-- but if I get an idea that I feel like is a cool observation and it’s a cool lyric thing, I type it into this endless notepad on my phone.”

📌 November 13, 2015: Vogue Australia interview published: "I'll feel like I'll need to give people a breather from me [after the 1989 era] because at a certain point they're going to get a little sick of hearing about me, so I'll need to go away for a while then, depending on my gauge on how sick of me they are, I'll decide when to put out the next album."

📌 November 28, 2015: Beats 1 interview conducted: "I'm always writing because that's not really something I can turn off." So are you writing with anything in mind? "Hopefully you write with something in mind. The intent is to make something good. That's kinda all that I have right now, just, don't finish a song unless it's great. I don't write 30 songs a month. I write something when it's great, and I finish it if it's great. If it's not, I just stop halfway through and go, 'Well, I'll wait for something great to come along.' [...] [1989's success] opens up a lot of possibilities in my head as to what could come next. Right now quality is the only thing I have to focus on. It's, all right, make something... make something great."

🟡 January 2016: This Is What You Came For

Rihanna and Taylor were both in LA in late January/early February 2016, and Calvin skipped the 2016 Grammys because he was in the studio. It's possible it was written earlier (Taylor and Rihanna were both MIA for most of December 2015) but their schedules before November 2015 and after March 2016 get too complicated. Calvin showed the finished product to Rihanna on April 17, 2016, so it was definitely done by then.

📌 February 19, 2016: Vogue Interview conducted:

As for future plans . . . who knows? For the first time in years, Swift is not sure exactly what is next. She is very much OK with this. So what the hell are you going to do with the rest of your life, Taylor Swift? "I have no idea," she says, with a sigh that's more blissful than anxious. "This is the first time in ten years that I haven't known. I just decided that after the past year, with all of the unbelievable things that happened . . . I decided I was going to live my life a little bit without the pressure on myself to create something." Do not freak: Swift is not abandoning making music. Those who know her know this is chemically impossible. ("Her not being creative is one of the last things I'd ever worry about," the musician and producer Jack Antonoff tells me later.) "I'm always going to be writing songs," Swift says. "The thing is, with me, I could very well come up with three things in the next two weeks and then jump back into the studio, and all of a sudden the next record is started. That's an option, too." But probably not for the moment.

📌 July 17, 2016: Snakegate.

📌 August 29, 2016: Lover Diary entry: "This summer is the apocalypse."

Part 2: Writing

🟢 September 2, 2016: Gorgeous (First Draft)

This portion of the Making of a Song series.

🟢 September 6, 2016: King Of My Heart (First Draft)

This portion of the Making of a Song series.

📌 September 9, 2016: Gigi Hadid: "You know, she is starting to go back to work in the studio again"

🟢 September 16, 2016: Gorgeous (Second Draft)

This portion of the Making of a Song series.

🟢 September 17, 2016: Gorgeous (Third Draft)

This portion of the Making of a Song series.

Taylor is seen wearing a black tank top and fedora in her Nashville apartment, which lines up with what she wore to the Nashville Music City Wine and Food Festival on September 17. From there, the rest of the dates are just math. 

🟢 September 19, 2016: Gorgeous

This portion of the Making of a Song series. 

🟢 September 19-21 2016: King Of My Heart

Making of a Song series: 19, 20, 21 Taylor: "I've always wanted to structure a song where each individual section of the song sounded like a move forward in the relationship, but still be listenable. So I wanted the verse to sound like it's own phase of a relationship, the pre-chorus to sound like it's own phase of a relationship, and the chorus to sound like it's own phase of a relationship. And i wanted them to all have their own identity, but seem like they were getting deeper and more fast-paced as the song went on." Taylor: "King of My Heart' was influenced by Khal Drogo and Daenerys [from Game Of Thrones]. It's even got this post-hook of drums—I wanted them to sound like Dothraki drums."

Taylor is seen wearing the same outfit in the September 19 Gorgeous video, and this date of the KOMH video. It's also the same outfit as a video she later posted to The Swift Life (RIP) where she talked about how excited she was to be working after a long break.

🟢 October 14, 2016: I Did Something Bad (First Draft)

This portion of the Making of a Song series Taylor: "I wrote this song on piano [gasps and ooohs from the audience] It's not gonna sound like it though! You're not going to say that after you hear it, it's not that kind of song!" Taylor: "'I Did Something Bad' I wrote after Arya and Sansa conspire to kill Littlefinger [on Game of Thrones]."

The episode of Game of Thrones where Arya and Sansa conspire to kill Littlefinger was aired on August 27, 2017. Filming for the season began August 31, 2016, so Taylor could've gotten some insider information? I don't know. She visibly did not write this song in September 2017.

🟡 October 26, 2016: Delicate

This portion of the Making of a Song series. Taylor: Next we have track five! I didn't even do it on purpose [...] but when I finally was like, oh this is the final tracklist, I was like 'Oh, I did it again. I did it again.' [...] Track five is a kind of legendary-- not legendary, that's ridiculous! [Reassuring shouts of 'No!' from the audience] Amongst us, amongst us! Like, 'Oh, you know, I'm gonna like track five, track five's the emotional vulnerable song.' [...] There's an affect that you mat hear on the vocals throughout the rest of the album and it's a vocoder. Whatis that, you say? It's a vocal effect where you sing and the vocoder splits your voice into chords, and you can play your chords on your voice on a keyboard, in chords. So basically, if you're singing the notes of a piano, you could play your own voice. So that's what you'll hear in the beginning and throughout this song, and then you'll hear it several times. We tried it in the studio and I thought it sounded really emotional and really vulnerable and really kind of like, sad but beautiful? This is a song that like-- the idea of your reputation is definitly something I play on for the entire album. But when the album starts off it's much more bombastic, more like 'I don't care what you say about me I don't care what you say about me my reputation doesn't matter!" But then it hits this point where it's like, Oh god, what happens when you meet someone that you really want in your life?' and then you start worrying about what they've heard before they met you, and you start to wonder, could something fake, like your reputation, affect something real, like somebody getting to know you?"

Taylor is seen wearing a thin gold choker she was fond of in October 2016, with her post September 24 haircut (straight across bangs instead of a side part). Since she normally goes into the studio with Max Martin and Shellback with a few ideas, and creates multiple songs during their sessions, I'm inclined to group this song with IDSB and place it in late October. 

🟢 October 27, 2016: I Did Something Bad

This portion of the Making of a Song series. Taylor: "This group of producers is a lot smaller than it was on 1989. I picked people to who I worked with on 1989, but I felt like they would be versatile enough to kill 1989 and make something new. There would be no way for me to make something even similar to 1989 and have it be effective. It had to be completely different because the album was it's own thing. It was just two groups, it was me and Jack Antonoff, and me and Max Martin and Shellback. And this was the first song where Max and I felt like we'd really done something different than 1989. [...] So I brought it into them and I was trying to explain the production. I had had a weird dream and I'd woken up with this sound in my head that was so hook-y and so catchy that I knew it had to be in a song, because it was so annoying. It wouldn't stop going through my head. And the sound was RAH-TAH-TAH-TAH-TAH-TAH-TATATAH-TAH, and then it was like TYAH-TYAH, TUH, BRUH! Like after the chorus, that's what I want to hear, but I don't want it to be my voice, I want it to be an instrument, what instrument is that? So I was like playing this voice memo to Max and he's like, 'Oh no, there's not an instrument that can do that. But what we could do is we can take you voice doing it, pith it down so it sounds like an enchantress, slash, a dude.' So that's what you're hearing after the chorus. But, anyway [...] this is when we first kind of knew we might be on to something with the album."

At 4:18 you can spot a gold temporary tattoo on the inside of her wrist, similar to ones she was wore at Drake’s birthday party on October 23. Since she is seen working until sundown (She leaves LA on October 28) and had to be in Nashville 13 days priar (She was seen in New York City until the 13), October 14 and 27th are the only dates that make sense.

📌 January 3, 2017: Lover Diary entry: "I get all scared about the future because so much has changed in the last year of my life. I mean this time last year I was living in LA, getting ready for Grammys and now, I’m essentially based in London, hiding out trying to protect us from the nasty world that just wants to ruin things. We have been together and no one has found out for 3 months now. I want it to stay that way because I don’t want anything about this to change or become too complicated or intruded upon. But it’s senseless to worry about someday not being happy when I am happy now. Ok. Breathe."

📌 January 6, 2017: Taylor likes a tumblr post with an quote from Ed from April 2015 saying Taylor and him planned to work together soon.

🟢 January 10, 2017: Don't Blame Me

Taylor is seen wearing a similar jacket as she was papped wearing on January 11th in the Making of a Song video. (This is pure speculation on my part, but the mood also seems to be a bit lower than on other days). We know she was in LA around this time "for work."

🟢 January 11, 2017: Dancing With Our Hands Tied

Sessioner: "taylor set it up by saying that inspiration for the song came when she was back in LA after spending several months out of the public eye. as we know now she spent basically all of this time in the UK with joe without anyone knowing she was in a relationship. back in LA (i think for work), she went to the gym only to be caught by paparazzi on her way out.. the paps shouted all kinds of things at her including comments about her weight... remember this was the first time she had been properly seen in months and nobody knew she was in a relationship.. she described being really overwhelmed by the experience but that her thought process was less about herself and more about how she could possibly have a normal relationship when this was her life. taylor actually said that after the incident she went straight to the recording studio, cried, and wrote this song."

There are multiple accounts of what seems to be a similar story. January 11, 2017 is one of two times she is seen leaving the gym after a long paparazzi dry spell, the other being in July. Seeing as the song is produced by Max Martin, who is located in LA, and the July pictures are in New York, I’m inclined to agree with the original source.

🟡 January 2017: Dress

Jack Antonoff: "Dress is my second favorite [from Reputation]. It's the first one we made for it." Taylor: "This song is one of those where, like almost every other line is something that I came up with like, a year before, and then when I was writing the song i just cherry-picked and I was like 'Like that, like that, like that, like that'. And I was really proud of the hook of this because it sounds like a pick up line, and yet it is a love song about deep and tender feelings."

Dress is copyrighted for 2017, and production for the Look What You Made Me Do music video began in January, meaning if Jack is remembering correctly and Dress was made before Look What You Made Me Do, it was made sometime in January 2017. Taylor was in London until January 7, then LA from January 10-13. While we don’t have exact dates, we know Taylor was in Nashville in early February preparing for Super Saturday Night. She was possibly in New York on February 1, when she posted this video with Gigi Hadid, who was photographed in New York the day before.

🟡 January 2017: Look What You Made Me Do

Taylor: "It actually started with a poem that I wrote about my feelings, and it's basically about like, realizing that you can't trust certain people, but realizing you appreciate the people you can trust, realizing that you can't just let everyone in, but the one's you can let in you need to cherish. And it had all the verses in it basically as is, but when the beat hit, we were like 'Oooh, look what you made me do, look what you made me do' and we were like 'Oh my god, we've got it, edit out the rest of the words and just do that.'" Joseph Kahn: "Started concepting and prepping [the Look What You Made Me Do music video] in January. Shot in May."

While it’s possible Taylor reached out to Kahn to start a music video before she had a song to go along with it, I find it unlikely. Look What You Made Me Do is copyrighted for 2017, and Taylor has her J initial necklace on while recording Look What You Made Me Do in Miss Americana and promos for the Making of a Song Video, dating the song to post-Dec 13, 2016. With the exception of Christmas, she seems to have been in London for most of December. Taylor stayed in London until January 7, then was photographed in LA from January 10-13. While we don’t have exact dates, we know Taylor was in Nashville in early February preparing for Super Saturday Night. She was possibly in New York on February 1, when she posted this video with Gigi Hadid, who was photographed in New York the day before.

📌 March 2, 2017: Ed Sheeran: "Taylor isn't going to be releasing until probably the end of this year - Christmas is the smartest time to release because that's when everyone buys records."

📌 May 2017: According to Joseph Kahn and Todrick Hall, the Look What You Made Me Do music video was filmed this month.

📌May 4, 2017: A source (probably Tree Paine) tells E! News: "Taylor has been writing and recording her new album in Nashville for the last several months. She has been working on it around the clock and will be making an announcement soon. She is really excited about her new music and can't wait to share it with her fans. She has been entirely focused on that and not much else. She has been 100 percent dedicated to making music the last few months and that's it. She is really looking forward to finishing the record and being able to have some down time to reconnect with her friends."

🟠 May 2017: ...Ready For It?

Taylor: "Ready For It introduces and metaphor that you hear throughout the album, which is this crime and punishment metaphor, where it talks about robbers and thieves and heists and all that. And I found that an interesting metaphor, but twisted in different ways throughout the album. The way that it's presented in Ready For It is finding your partner in crime and being like 'Oh my god, we're the same, we're the same oh my god!Let's rob banks together this is great!' And you will hear that theme carried on throughout the rest of the record, but not exactly in the same way as you heard it in Ready for it."

In Miss Americana and promos for the Making of a Song series, Taylor is seen recording with curly hair, her J necklace, and not her Sapphire Evil Eye Ring, which starts showing up on June 27 (we don’t know exactly when or why she got it). Since the song partially focuses on whether or not her lover is ready for the media frenzy that surrounds dating her, I’m inclined to place this song in May, when her and Joe’s relationship leaked to the press. The song was recorded in Sweden, and we can assume she was in Europe between May 15 and June 1, 2017. (That being said, we can assume she is in Europe for most of the first half of 2017).

🟠 June 2017: Call It What You Want

Taylor: "The way I feel this album is, as far as the storyline, is it starts with getting out any kind of rebellion, or anger, angst, whatever, and then falling in love and realizing that you settle into what your priorities are. And like, your life changes, but you welcome it because it's something that matters to you. This last part of the album feels like settling in to where I am now. So it started with where I was when I started making the album, and it ends with where I am now, and this song really reflects that, probably the best on the album." In the Making of a Song series, Taylor is seen with straight hair, her J necklace, and not her sapphire evil eye ring, which starts showing up on June 27 (we don’t know exactly when or why she got it). Once again, I am tempted to put this after her relationship leaked to the press, probably in early June (She is in the states on the 1st and 3rd, and probably leaves sometime in mid-June).

🟠 July 2017: Getaway Car and This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things

In the Making of a Song series, Taylor is seen with curly hair, her J necklace, and her sapphire evil eye ring, placing the song sometime shortly before/after June 27th. We know she was in the states for most of July, and in New York City on the 17th and 24th.

🟢 July 2017: End Game

Ed Sheeran: "End Game was written - I was playing Mohegan Sun in Connecticut [on July 14, 2017], and she has a place in Rhode Island, which isn't too far. So she hits me up like, 'I know you're in Connecticut, come around.' I go around, she plays me some of what turned out to be reputation, and plays me this End Game, and I was like 'Man, I really like this. Can I do a verse? Can I do a rap verse?' And she was like, 'Yeah, for sure!' So the next day, I remember, I was in bed, and woke up and got my laptop out, put the song, just looped it, wrote this verse, and I went in with Max Martin, who she did the song with, and recorded it. Then Future did a verse, and then Taylor wrote a verse and we did the video."

🟡 September 2017: So It Goes…

Oscar Görres: "I’d just become a father. I was not in the room when the melody and the lyrics were written. Max and Shellback did half of the album with her in L.A., and I had done this [instrumental] track—which is weird too, because I don’t do tracks. [...] Shellback was looking through things on his computer, listened to that track, and Taylor reacted to it. "Oh, what’s that? That’s special. I haven’t done anything like that. Can we do that?" [...] She wrote everything quickly. I woke up—this is the funny part of the story—and someone is FaceTiming me at 6:30 in the morning. [...] I called [Shellback] back and saw this girl on his couch. She goes, "Hi! It’s Taylor! How are you? [...] We just heard the track. We had the melody. The lyrics are like this. I can read you the lyrics! I had this idea. What do you think about that?" And I was like, "…yes!""

According to social media, Oscar Görres had a daughter in 2015 and a son in September of 2017. Personally, I believe the September 2017 date. Taylor has also been known to add a song to the album incredibly last minute, multiple sessioners have said Taylor said all songs on the album were about her relationship with Joe, and the tracklists in the reputation magazines are out of order, suggesting a late change.

🔴 2017: New Year's Day

Taylor: We threw a big New Year's party in London this year [2017], and I was thinking about how everbody talks anf thinks about who you kiss at midnight, right? [...] And I think that is very romantic, but I think there's something even more romantic about who's gonna deal with you on New Year's Day. Who's willing to like, give you Advil and help you clean up the house. I think that states more of a permanence. So I was thinking about that, and I wrote a song called New Year's Day. Oh, Oh! There are two lines in this song that I'd been saving for a really long time, for the right moment, and I picked them for this song. The first one is 'Please don't ever become a stranger who's laugh I could recognize anywhere' and the other is 'Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you.'" Jack Antonoff: "We wrote that song in a second, cause we didn’t plan to write it. I think if you plan to write a ballad, you always get less than you hope for. We wrote that, and then the scratch take in my home, we kinda like, played it together--" [Jimmy Fallon interrupts and they never return to what he was about to say] Jack Antonoff: Was there ever a conversation about taking this stripped-down song and building it up into something more in line with the rest of the album? "No, no, no. Not only that, but it was the quickest [song to record]. If you listen to the piano on that record, you can hear me moving around. You hear things clicking. Those are the "scratch takes" — we did that very quickly. It came out in that sort of goofy Hollywood version of how music is written, where it comes out of moments of inspiration. Part of the process is you do that [scratch take], and then you do it for real. But we just sat there: That’s the song. I’m so proud of it because, personally, I think it’s some sort of hint at the future."

That's all for this timeline! Check out the others in my pinned post.

[spider-gets-artsy]

and then also !!

I swear I will finish these asks, I've just been distracted hfhdjssj

You get to hear about Nixrin, since he's popped up recently >:3

(and he's open for questions ~)

(also tw: mentions of sex worker death and substance abuse)

Nixrin Iletus | Male | Indigo Blood |

Nixrin was raised by his ancestor, a high ranking council member of the Alternian Empire. Expected to act like nobility, Nixrin took aaaaall the classes growing up; manners, drawing still life, flower arrangement, piano, singing, fencing, etc. and was expected to take over his ancestor council seat when he retired.

He wanted for nothing... Except maybe a kinder and less abusive guardian. But he was taught to Deal With It™, and Deal With It™ he did.

Around 6 sweeps old, his (mostly) comfortable life crumbled around him, as his guardian was taken to court over the murder of a fuchsia's favored escourt.

As the trial went on, it was discovered that Iletus Senior™ had actually committed *many* murders, all sex workers and indiscriminate of caste. Over the lengthy proceedings (this went on for three sweeps), he earned a reputation for himself as being the Alternian equivalent of Jack the Ripper. He was executed, but when that was over and done with, all eyes turned to Nixrin.

Nixrin, who had no idea what his ancestor had been doing, pleaded innocent. Half the court was vying for his execution as well, the opposing side hellbent on making him out to be an accomplice, not wanting to risk his release if it meant the possibility of more (potentially highblooded) murders.

The court, still ruffled over the whole situation, stripped him of his title, inheritance, and honor. There was the hope that without the means his guardian had had, Nixrin would be less likely to pick up the hobby. Or, that without protection from the empire, someone would just,,,, kill him.

Left with nothing, no funds or allies, Nixrin turned to hiding his caste and panhandling, using his earnings to camp out in taverns. This led to some substance abuse problems, alcohol becoming a close and dear companion. Eventually, someone took notice of him, which in retrospect, was inevitable. He's very pretty, lol. They brought him to The Glitz, a club that specializes in hiring out escourts.

While wryly appreciating the irony of his situation, Nixrin took to sex work with grace. A coworker, a jade blood named Pavone, offered to room with Nixrin, who until that point, had been living in The Glitz's employee dorms. They ended up clicking, and became moirails.

Nixrin rose through the ranks, becoming one of the most requested escourts at The Glitz, and the notoriety allowed him more freedom in choosing his customers. He and Pavone live comfortably now, and he once again has more money than he knows what to do with. Despite this, he doesn't retire. Nixrin doesn't hate the work itself, he's made more connections at The Glitz than he had as his ancestor's descendant, but it's also penance. No one's sure how many Iletus Senior™ killed, and those unknown faces haunt him. There's a part of him that thinks if he'd been more observant, tried harder to be around his ancestor, that maybe all this could have ended sooner.

He also knows he's being watched by the empire and by those who wanted his whole line to be eradicated. He wants them to know that he's not like his sire, that he doesn't view sex work as anything other than an honest way to make a living.

Because he spent most of his teen/young adult life dealing with his sire's trials, he's a little emotionally stunted. He doesn't know what to do with genuinely nice people, he's accustomed to relationships of give and take. Kindness just for kindnesses sake? An oddity, but one he appreciates.

He has a very different work persona, adaptable as a whole so he can better meet his customers wants and needs, but overall sugary sweet and gentle. Off the clock he's frigid and to-the-point, he doesn't want to pretend to be someone he's not if he's not getting paid for it.

After a job, he'll isolate with high quality spirits and just,,, drink until Pavone takes away his stash. (This is necessary because Pavone is not savvy with sword play and Nixrin is an expert at drunkenly wielding his rapier.) They both smoke, so after Pavone gets Nixrin settled on the couch with a trash can, they pass cigarettes back and forth and talk work gossip.

Nixrin, probably unsurprisingly, has intimacy issues!! Anyone who shows romantic interest in him is basically ghosted. He has this mindset of "they don't know me, they know my work persona, who they're supposed to love. Off-the-clock-Nixrin is a disgrace and unloveable."

So far I have two main timelines for him; a SBURB timeline where he gets stuck playing death games at the whim of a cherub, and a more casual timeline where he meets a sweet little violet blood who sees past his mask and adores him anyways <3

Design @/deepseaspriteblog

Sprites @goddesstrolls <3

[ribbonmage]

Not a request but a headcanon of mine I came up with. So according to the wiki, it states that Prototype's purpose was unknown, leaving it up to the interpretation of the fans. Personally, I think that he could've been a Nanny/Caretaker bot. NOW JUST HEAR ME OUT!! They have a rounder and much more doll/toy like appearance making it more ideal to children. They also know multiple languages which is ideal for kids that don't speak certain ones. Damage on him is also unlikely as according to the wiki, his liquid protection tech is on par with modern technology. He's also intelligent and would be able to use his research on people to assist them. His more fun and endearing makes them more ideal in keeping kiddies entertained as well. THEY'RE THE PERFECT BABYSITTER. (This is just my headcanons and observations though. What do you think?) - Luminescent Anon

oo thats actually pretty cool if you think about it ,, like its pretty accurate tbh

like his eagerness in learning could have helped them try to learn the many different interests of children to suit to their needs, and their observance lets them know whats up with the kiddos if they’re not feeling well or feel negative for some reason

plus the colorfulness in their appearance is pretty appealing to the eye even more so to children since they’re more reactive to bright colors if that makes sense(?)

AAAA I LUV THIS HEADCANON <333 now im imagining prototype taking care of little kiddoes and tagging along with them with their silly shenanigans :00

ty for sharing ur silly lil headcanon dear luminescent anon !! im actually so interested in this WHWHWHHW

[rainy-astrology]

BTS RM Birth Chart Analysis

Based on my opinion and observations. Not an expert. May change later.

September 12th, 1994

Seoul, South Korea

Unknown time

☀️♍️🌙♐️

Virgo suns are meticulous, analytical, and logical, which RM is. He's very intelligent and is especially articulate with his words. With a Mercury in Libra, he knows how to phrase his words in order to appeal to others.

Sagittarius moon is open minded and curious, it explains RM's philisophical side. He's obviously a deep thinker who puts a lot of meaning into his works.

He most likely has a Sun square Moon, which can indicate possible issues of inner conflict about his identity. Wants to follow his mind, while also wanting to follow his heart. May feel like he needs to prove himself to others.

Mars in Cancer is in fall. Mars in Cancer can be repressive and unsure how to properly express intense emotion.

Venus in Scorpio is in detriment - Venus is generally soft and calm, while Scorpio is intense and passionate. There can be issues of obsessiveness and possession. However, whatever these natives want, they will pursue it and not give up easily.

Possible rising: Virgo. He's just so Virgo lol. He's tall (I've noticed a lot of Virgo rising men are quite tall) calm, studious, and rational. Also a mixture of clean and messy. I do recall Joon saying he showers a lot (sometimes more than twice a day I think? He does work out and dislikes the sweat) and I also recall Suga talking about how messy Joon was when they still lived together and his disappointment in seeing how clean Joon's apartment was lol...I also have a good feeling that his Pluto is in 3rd house (3rd house placements in general tbh Mercury should be very influential in his chart) Pluto in 3rd is a deep thinker and highly analytical placement. He puts a lot of thought and meanings into his lyrics, always making sure to check they're apropriate first too. Pluto in 3rd can also get their words misunderstood, which seems to happen to RM often - people overanalyze and misunderstand what he says and does and try to paint him in a bad light. He has a lot of power in his words and way of thinking though, he's truly wise and influential. With Pluto being transformation as well, Namjoon has learned and expanded his mind immensely throughout his life...from having questionable beliefs and lyrics to a much more considerate and careful, wiser character is one hell of a growth process.

It would also give Chiron in 1st (if virgo asc is in 1st/2nd decan), which I think makes sense for RM...This placement deals with issues of self esteem, feeling misunderstood, and many matters concerning one's character. Namjoon has been pretty open about his own struggles of depression and going to therapy (not sure if he's still depressed and/or going but I do recall him mentioning both before). A lot of people did insult his looks in the beginning of BTS' careers and overall just disliked him, so I'm sure that took a huge toll on his confidence. Having to carry the responsibilities and burdens of a leader + having constant hate thrown his way for little things and some genuine small mistakes - it's not very surprising he was at his lowest years ago. Chiron in 1st also indicates having a lot of stressful experiences at a young age and he did have to face all this at 19 (still very young imo). I think these heavy feelings can be seen very well in a lot of his solo songs and lyrics. Questioning himself, his character, the feelings of depression and self hatred, etc are expressed clearly in his writing. Chiron in 1st pushes the native to learn confidence and build self-esteem as adults, which RM seems to have improved a lot in. E.g being direct about not apologizing for other's misunderstandings over a simple Instagram story he posted, especially when he had no ill intentions at all.

Sun would also be in the 1st house, which could explain his persistent and strong character. Sun in 1st is usually a confident and/or ambitious placement. The latter definitely applies to Joon - he pursued his dreams despite the huge risk of failing and all the hate that he received. What he chose to do was considered unconventional and was disliked for it. Still he was very determined to succeed and to make a new way, make better contributions to art (due to possible uranus and neptune in 5th; uranus in 5th is esp very noncomformist). This placement is also good for leadership and Joon is definitely a natural leader.

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Time Saver - a Taishirou Fanfic, Chapter 4: Calling It A Night

Summary: The strange girl requests to talk to Koushirou about a bug in the network that may cause trouble - but her whereabouts and the source from which she gets her information remain a mystery. Thus, Hikari tries to approach her in more gentle ways.

Word Count: 1937

Chapter POV: Hikari Yagami

Chapter List: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10]

Upon hearing that revelation, every person – and mon – in the room had gone silent, staring at the girl in the hospital bed with different variations of surprise. Thanks to his steady media presence in the past years due to his company and “Digimon related PR work”, Koushirou’s name wasn’t exactly unknown to the public. However, it was still unusual for a, presumably, middle school aged girl to get in touch first.

Hikari could still remember the steps Koushirou and Taichi had discussed for one of the latter’s internship speeches; whenever a new person would get partnered with a Digimon in Japan, Koushirou’s network – supported by Gennai’s connections – would be able to locate it first. The program was by no means finalized yet, since there were still too many factors they couldn’t properly take into account yet – and least that was what Hikari had gathered. Children usually had to be found by them first, as they obviously didn’t know how the process worked. But Koushirou had also talked about getting contacted personally by young adults who had formed partnerships, asking for guidance.

Nevertheless, even with the increasing presence of social media, it usually took Gennai’s meddling first and foremost for younger people to “get initiated” into the existing group. This case was truly strange.

“Wait, wait, wait, can we slow down for a second?” Jyou was the first to find his voice again, not daring to take another step towards the bed, since the little bug Digimon already seemed back on the fence again. “The last time a young woman appeared out of nowhere and wanted to talk to Koushirou, the outcome wasn’t actually the best…”

“Jyou-san, don’t be rude!”, Hikari cut in, giving him a scolding look. Even if she herself couldn’t help but make a mental note to talk to Taichi about whether he had been in touch with Menoa in the last months. Right now, she knew there were different priorities though, so she moved towards the bed, facing the girl with a gentle smile. “I do agree that we should slow down and talk for a bit. May you tell us your name first? And of course it’d be unfair if we didn’t introduce ourselves first. The man in the white coat is a doctor in-training here at the hospital we are at, Kidou Jyou-san. He’s with his partner, Gomamon.”

Jyou bowed in response, smiling awkwardly as well, whereas Gomamon just chirped a happy “Hi!”

“This is Takaishi Takeru-kun and his partner, Patamon. My name is Yagami Hikari, my partner here is Tailmon. The four of us found you lying on the ground after Takeru-kun saw a lightning strike and we just want to figure out what happened, so we can try our best to help you.”

While talking, Hikari had observed each and every of the girl’s reaction and her calm voice at least seemed to have helped to keep her attention on herself. She didn’t appear as directionless anymore, not as timid, but – and this was the weirdest part – avoided eye contact with Takeru…

Her glance was resting on Hikari herself instead, who had eventually sat down on the edge of the bed, mustering the younger girl very closely; despite her eyes being so dark, her expression was open and softened even more once Hikari had ended her speech. It was actually pretty similar to how a lot of her care children in kindergarten reacted to her whenever she was talking eye-to-eye with them and Hikari always brightened up herself whenever she felt like she had reached through to them. It wasn’t always easy, not all children were ready or capable of letting her in when they had problems after all. Sometimes talking and reasoning didn’t help, no matter how hard she tried. But just like with some Digimon, Hikari’s sense of empathy didn’t allow her to give up on them.

And in this case, she could sense a connection, a similarity. Whatever she had gone through, Hikari’s words must have resonated with her. Not only that; Tentomon had joined Hikari at the corner of the bed, looking up to the girl. Which seemed to have soothed her even more.

“Oh, and this is Tentomon. You may have heard of him already if you know about Izumi Koushirou-san too?”

“Pleasure to meet you!” Putting his claws onto the sheets to get better access, he just waited for her to respond – whereas the girl didn’t move for a good while, simply returning the gaze as if to analyze his entire being.

“The pleasure’s on my side”, she eventually said softly, accompanied by the hint of a smile – and without hesitating, she reached out for the red ladybug, patting his head. It almost felt like she simply had a natural affinity for bugs, Hikari mused to herself.

“My name is Hotaru and…” She abruptly pulled her hand back, as if she had gotten an electrical shock. Judging by the increasing redness of her cheeks, Hikari sensed that she got nervous again. As contrasting as her behaviour was, Hikari couldn’t help but to keep smiling at her – even if the blush was cute, complementing the colour of her maroon hair, she wanted to make sure she could feel safe with them.

“I came here because I have obtained information about a dangerous bug in the network, so… After doing some research about the Chosen Children residing in this area around Odaiba, I wanted to discuss the possible fixes with Izumi-san. I know he’ll be capable of finding it, so we may prevent quite some damage. That is… All I can tell you.”

Another moment of silence followed. Just a low “Huh…” sound by Tentomon broke through the quiet of the room. Maybe there really was a thing about bugs…

“… See, I’d say that sounds very familiar. Including the loss of consciousness.”

“Jyou-san!”, Hikari scolded him again – but couldn’t help but wonder about it all as well. Hotaru knowing about the term “Chosen Children” probably should not have been very surprising at this point either, but she simply appeared to be… Shockingly informed.

“I’m telling the truth!”, Hotaru raised her voice, sitting up a little more in bed while the bug Digimon clung to her arm. “I have no memories of a lightning strike or whatever it may have been, all I know is that the bug needs to be eliminated or terrible things could happen!”

“Hotaru-chan?” Hikari was still maintaining her kind demeanour, trying her best to keep the situation peaceful. So she peeked over to the little bug. “Is this Digimon your partner?”

“Hibismon…? Yes, she is.”

As if she had waited for the call, the Digimon jumped back into Hotaru’s arms.

“So you know who we are and you’re a Chosen Child yourself…?”, Takeru asked this time, after having remained quiet for a while. Hearing that, Hikari turned towards him. They had gone through a similar routine with Rui three years ago and at this point, it had become quite a pattern. The main difference back then was – that Rui hadn’t known any of them, including Koushirou. Despite all that, Takeru simply faced Hotaru with a stern look. “Where do you come from, since you said you got here after doing research?”

“This… This is a little bit more complicated…”

In this moment, the hospital room door got opened quietly – and if Hikari had perceived Hotaru to be tense and nervous before, she absolutely had not expected the young girl to just completely freeze up upon seeing Koushirou – similarly and yet way more intense than how she reacted to Tentomon approaching her. Round eyes, stiffed up, tense shoulders and – which surprised Hikari the most – lips that were pressed together so tightly that it looked almost painful. Seeing this, she suppressed the urge to sit down on the bed to simply wrap her arms around her…

“Sorry, it took a little longer…”, Koushirou apologized as he closed the door behind him, blissfully unaware of why everyone looked rather puzzled. “Taichi-san will be on his way here as soon as he can. I already told him roughly what happened and he insisted on taking the earliest train back home.”

He took a look around – and even he must have noticed Hotaru making a small gasping sound as he had mentioned Taichi’s name –, but as he opened his mouth to say something, Takeru let out a laugh.

“Diplomat life really isn’t easy, huh?”

Hikari adored Takeru’s laughter – it had the ability to light up an entire room and that superpower was definitely necessary right now. Even if she couldn’t suppress a small pout as reaction to his words.

“He wasn’t even on diplomat duty, he was doing a language training to improve his English skills and he once again didn’t message us regularly…”

“Still, he wanted to come here as quickly as possible, since the training also ended early today, but he initially didn’t plan on coming back before tomorrow evening”, Koushirou added, giving Hikari a sympathetic nod. They were, unfortunately, used to Taichi not replying back in time if he wasn’t constantly reminded of giving them a life sign – it was a fate they both had to deal with, so at least she didn’t feel as ‘left behind’ on her own. However, Koushirou didn’t seem to intend to dwell on the issue any longer and shifted to Hotaru, who – once again – flinched on the spot. “So, what did you talk about in my absence?”

This time, she at least tried to say something, but before she could open her mouth to reply, it was Jyou’s turn to interrupt – which, just like Takeru’s ‘distraction’ before, appeared to be just the right move at the right time:

“Maybe we should continue all of this tomorrow, Hotaru-kun? It’s been a long day and you all haven’t slept at all yet, so how about we talk tomorrow, mh? Do you want to stay here in the hospital for the night? That’s probably the most reasonable option, just to make sure you won’t faint again.”

Exchanging a short glance with her Digimon partner, she seemed to contemplate the offer she had just been given. Fumbling with the blanket for a few seconds, she eventually took a deep breath and returned Jyou’s gaze, explaining as calmly as possible:

“I don’t want to cause you any inconvenience, Kidou-san. Aren’t you out of capacity and will get in trouble if you let me stay…?”

Once again, her words caught them all off guard and Jyou simply stared at her.

“Well, err… Yeah, kinda, but how do you know about-“

“We could also take her to the office, Koushirou-han?”, Tentomon chimed in, pulling everybody’s attention towards himself – and making Hikari chuckle. He really could be a protective mother hen when somebody had gained his trust. Apparently, head pats were very effective at achieving that. “That way we can watch over her in case anything happens and nobody else has to get alarmed!”

“Tentomon…”

Hotaru’s big eyes had returned – and widened even more when Koushirou agreed without much reservations:

“That’s an option, yes. How do you feel about staying with us for the night – Hotaru-san, was it? We intended to stay the night there in any case, so this shouldn’t be an issue.”

Taking her previous reactions into account, Hikari was almost sure that she would have denied this offer as well, seeming rather cautious, despite the urgency to talk to Koushirou before. And yet, she hadn’t expected her to smile as serenely as that – or the low “Should have known…” Hotaru muttered to herself before saying:

“… I’d be happy to stay.”

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EXO Obsession theory - pt 2

Part 1 | Have a Xiumiñ first❣️

• Let's analyze the EXODEUX Trailer (I'll point out clues and try to decipher them!)

We see the phases of the moon. In some way this represents how half side is bright and the other dark (that could mean that EXO has to endure the fight since both parts are their own):

Crudely we understand that they have to remain in a state of balance to be the legends but RF has somehow disturbed this balance.

The trailer was released on 8 Nov '19. What if X-EXO came alive on the blood moon (total lunar eclipse)? The phenomenon had been observed sometime in Nov 1909, 1928, 2022. A solar eclipse is shown and then we see destruction. I'm confident that EXO regain powers from this as seen in Power, What is Love. And since X-EXO are their halves or smth they get powers too.

Exo Planet #4 - The EℓyXiOn vcr shows us how the exos were being chased by some unknown beings who had the same powers as them. Kai opened the portal doors and rescued them just in time. Now we know these beings were X-EXO.

Okay so first they show us what is the result of X-EXO's actions. We find that from 0:11 some member's dna turns black (at first I thought it faded and crumbled) and then Kāi is shown — it could be a hint that it's him who is corrupted as he also fades.

Then appears THE TREE OF LIFE?!! And a fire which renders it dry 😦(the mv seems to be set on exoplanet). We can see how the eye of the RF coveted the heart of the tree as was prophesied in MAMA intro.

Since we see Chanyeol's power directly harming it, I'm convinced what I discussed about him here might be true... Next we see a sandstorm and then booming thunder (Respective x-exo members shown in reverse order then)

I'm sure u must have noticed all this but from 0:32, something very interesting happens: a red drop is shown to separate from a source of water and it shines as it ascends. Suhø's (abs gjjdjd) shot is briefly interrupted by Baëkhyun - hmm.

Even in the photobooks, they have pics next to each other. This could mean that they're together in on smth. (Notice Suhø's hand on his throat, I'll discuss about this later in this post)

In the EXplOration Dot vcr, we find Baëkhyun looking at a screen. I'm pretty sure he is monitoring the other members. This leads to another theory of a binary between him and Suhø.

Back to EXODEUX, exo's powers prove to be very destructive since they've fallen into wrong hands. At 0:56 we see them facing a red celestial ball very much like our sun but creepy. Is this the eye of the RF? Another possibility is that it could be one of the two suns created as shown in Power intro because the legends separated into M & K. Once again we see Suhø and Baëkhyun facing each other:

We get a closer look at their eyes and all seem to have blue eyes:

Hold it! Chën has one blue eye and one dark brown!!! (he has red and white lashes too)

The conclusion I make from these clues is that jongdae has learnt how to regain that balance we talked about. So my earlier assumption as discussed in part i might not be correct and it is Chen who has won the fight. At first Chën looks confident but slowly as the game progresses, it is Chen who becomes more confident - he put his feet on the table.

• Let's analyze the mv now. The first fight shown is of Baek and his evil counterpart in a match of fencing. We see that the audience is dark hooded figures with red eyes:

One thing I noticed is that when Baekhyun is shown alone, there are white lights turned on and the stands for the audience are empty. But when Baëkhyun is alone, the lights are off and some red lights glow overhead (cctv cams?).

Baëkhyun looked like he hurt himself in the fight (some people theorize he wears a face-chain to cover his wound):

I would safely assume that nobody won or lost the match. This is because both are seen facing each other even in the final shot of this set.

• Moving on to Sehun; he tries to aim arrows at his evil double Sehůn. We see how many times he has tried but missed his target. There is a similar blue target behind Sehun too:

In EXODEUX we look closely at the aesthetic of X-EXO's eyes and all of them have dark makeup or scars - all but Sehůn! His eyes are clean and pure from the influence of the RF.

In the teaser poster below, Sehůn (case 94) is the only one on whom the target is not locked!

He is never seen with his double and is trying to fake it and trick the RF!! While the other X-EXO mems look sinister/appear expressive, Sehůn seems unbothered.

He is the only member who has concept pics with a blue background. Furthermore, his nails are almost clean and not like the other X-EXO ppl.

Sehun is also the only Exo member to appear in the EXODEUX Trailer at the end. All of this is too much of a coincidence and I believe he already fought his counterpart, won and has come to save EXO as we see in his mv remake (2014):

• Now let's talk about Suho's scenes. Suho is looking around in an art gallery full of pictures based on water and waves. He is suspended mid-air in the place but a new shot shows it is much more deeper than that both literally and figuratively: he is trapped underwater and his evil counterpart is the one trying to drown him.

Suhø is standing in water with 7 unknown hands reaching out to him - this could be a biblical reference to the seven deadly sins. Since the album was released in 2019, this is a nod to my fav group's 7th anniversary. Come to think of it he has red hair styled as devil's horns (junmyeon looks so perfect oml)

A lot of us noticed that in the beginning, he is shown trying to control the members as if they are puppets (yeah well I've watched this mv in slow-mo many times)

At 1:55 we notice a choking Suhø (junmyeon confirmed this) - the imagery is very creepy. This is because if Suho drowns, his double would choke too.

Sehun shoots arrows at his evil counterpart and gets hurt himself.

The recurrent theme is that whichever side - the good or the evil one tries to harm the other, both suffer the same fate. Why? because they are halves of each other as we discussed in the beginning of this post.

Getting back to the mv, the planets start to align as this happens.

This is just like the narration in MAMA intro: ...The day the grounds beget a singe file before one sky...

The teaser posters have this "Warning" on them:

A messy world order Anomalies due to twisted orbits

Moving on, we find out how the X-EXO are nothing but agents and creation of the RF. Notice how the screen inside Suhø's head is very similar to the ones in and outside Chen's room.

•I'd like to talk about the red glowing marks on some of X-EXO ppl. Only Sehun's and Chanyeol's evil doubles do not glow. This could be another clue that Sehůn is good. The other X-EXO mems are corrupted. Instead Yeøl appears in inverted and oversaturated colors looking demonic.

• Another thing I noticed at around 3:06 of mv Jongdae and Suho sing this for the first time:

"The turned-on exit light" instead of "The turned-off exit light" as in chorus.

The ending shows a burning planet (initially I thought it was Earth but then I noticed it looked a bit different). SM confirmed it is "half of" exo Planet. Additionally it has a deep red glow ofc hinting this is because of the RF. There is still hope for exo to recover and defeat their enemies.

Thanks for reading!🍒 I'll probably make some compilation post for these theories.