#this is a reference to chapter 9 btw

[mollys-meadow]

I love making Jim say stuff that borders on being out of character like: "eat before it gets cold" or "isn't risotto your favourite?" or "it's late, you should go to sleep. i'll take care of the dishes" and being all lovely and cutesy and appealing as if he isn't the most manipulative psychopathic self-centered lying asshole that should NEVER be trusted to ever exist.

[kvroii]

what's the point of going to computers school if i'm not gonna draw weird stuff about it

[starmocha]

HELLO. MAY I INTEREST YOU IN SOME FALLEN ANGEL CALEB BRAINWORM

very much based on this previous post I had made lol

btw i'm also begging for an angel/devil au, but we're the devil he falls in love with and he gets cast out of heaven and i would totally write this if i was not juggling 82438238932 wips rn.....but we'll see i tend to do the most impulsive things ever

tagging some ppl who i feel like to enable my intrusive brainworms often <333 @solifloris @aeyumicore @deepspacenova @quiet-oracle @philosians

this is totally not based on all of the biblical references/symbolism surrounding Caleb

apple — symbolizes knowledge, but also temptation, sin, immortality. and as in the story of Adam and Eve in the Book of Genesis, it also represents the fall of man. Also known as the "forbidden fruit".

name — The name Caleb is of Hebrew origin, meaning wholehearted, faithful and dog-like. In the Old Testament, a follower of Moses named Caleb, was rewarded for his faithfulness and was one of the few to visit the Promised Land.

Caleb's love of flying and being in the sky — ...no angel reference here, no sirree.

Caleb returning to the main story after the...explosive...events of chapter four...I'm not saying it's a rebirth (which in a biblical sense could mean a number of things, including seeking forgiveness and salvation).

Caleb and MC both talking about keeping the other person to themself, in a world of their own.......could mean anything. Not like it's a direct reference to Adam and Eve only having each other in the Garden of Eden, their own paradise. Oh what's this, one of Caleb's theme songs is called "Weightless Paradise" ....what a coincidence.....

The report stating Caleb and MC are the optimal weapon for destroying one another...probably means nothing. Never mind the fact that Eve was also created for Adam from one of Adam's ribs.

And she is the one who persuades him to eat the forbidden fruit, setting in motion their exile from Eden.

Surely, the gratuitous back shots are not trying to make you think of wings, right.

It's probably just a coincidence that the back of Caleb's uniform looks like there's an emblem of wings. And oh, what's that, when he is hurt in battles, his uniform is torn the most in the back...not saying this is trying to depict his wings being mutilated and torn off. 🙂

But you should all absolutely read @eeriepromis analysis about seraphim for funsies.

Choosing to give Caleb the Evol to manipulate gravity was probably not intentional........not like he could make himself float almost like he is flying............

I'm sure this means absolutely nothing that in the third theme song Cosmic Encounter, Caleb and MC are both falling from the sky (the "heavens," if you will). 🙂 This probably has nothing to do with the image of him being cast out of Heaven and fallen from grace.

random lines that I am in no way inferring he is speaking like he is her guardian angel

"I'm Caleb. I'll always be by your side." — Main Story: Homecoming Wings, 1-4

"Lay a hand on her again, and I will kill you." — Main Story: Homecoming Wings, 1-9

"I will protect you." — Main Story: Homecoming Wings, 2-7

"No one can take me away from you." — Myths: Lucid Dream

"Then, can you carry a little of this sin, too? Don't leave me in this loneliness any longer." — Myths: Lucid Dream

"...When you held my hand that day for the first time, I knew I'd never get away from you." — Myths: Lucid Dream

"So, don't be afraid... No matter what happens, I'll be here for you." — Myths: Lucid Dream

"Maybe it's because... I love you a little more than you realize." — Myths: Lucid Dream

"But until that final moment, we'll always be together." — Myths: Lucid Dream

"Even if it's pain... As long as it's from you, I want it." — Memoria: Painful Signal

"Don't go... Don't leave me alone." — Memoria: Endless Summer

"A ruined world doesn't deserve you." — Memoria: Hidden Waves

"I want you to stay here. Stay with me." — Memoria: Hidden Waves

"Let me protect you... I can guarantee this will be the last time." — Bond: Rain's Embrace

"I won't lose! I have someone I must protect!" — Memoria: Deceptive Solitude

✨fallen angel Caleb myth pls✨

✨pretty pls fallen angel Caleb myth✨

[justanotherhyperfixation]

obviously - chapter 9

The pool is an ethereal turquoise glow in the otherwise dark midnight as Simon pads across the patio and down the stone steps. He’s nearly reached the edge when Wille surfaces with a slight gasp, eyes still closed as he pushes back his soaking hair. He’s tanner than usual this summer, but with the watery reflections across his skin, he looks like glazed porcelain.

Then he blinks and sees Simon, and his face settles into an easy smile. He bobs lower, as if to hide the smile under the surface. “What are you doing up?”

Admiring you, he wants to say. “Couldn’t sleep.” It’s his last night at the villa, and he’d laid restlessly awake for hours before giving up and descending to the kitchen for a glass of water. From there he’d spied Wille, swimming lazy laps alone in the pool.

Read the chapter on AO3

[carrotstache]

[ This is a mere theory, and may be wrong post chapter 195 ]

Quite a few nuggets of information hint at Baek Saheon having been raised, or is associated with a cult in GSGW. So I want to list some things in dot point format, as nothing’s concrete so far thus everything is short. 

Spoilers for the novel, I will mostly talk about things already tled, but warnings for the latest chapter spoiler will be clearly marked.

1. Church oppa vibes

In chapter 2 Saheon is introduced to look “fairly innocent”, and purposely acted in a disarming manner when he began talking to Soleum. Ignoring the official illustration (which isn’t text accurate), his curly hair and kind demeanor mimics religious cult recruiters at Korean universities. Which is a real thing btw. People have noted them to look like good looking and kind young men, who look kind but are actually cult recruiters with an agenda. In the Tamra Express arc too, we see him try to act unassuming and gentle.

2. Tries to take advantage of someone vulnerable

Cults have been known to prey on the most susceptible, and do it well and often. Saheon has tried over and over again to get rid of Soleum once he is perceived as vulnerable, and not as threatening. A more blatant example would be in chapter 76 where he said, “he’d always used fools around him as bait during critical moments.”

3. Trained response to danger

Saheon’s immediate switch from hostile to docile upon Soleum’s intimidation, seemed reminiscent of a trauma response to avoid getting hurt. Saheon recognised something with more authority than him, and backed down quickly. He has a heightened sense of danger, to an abnormal degree with how avoidant he is to Soleum, and thinks the other is practically capable of anything. Eg. Thought Soleum brainwashed the crowd with the fountain pen, despite knowing that it's single target only.

4. Goat snake symbolism

Goats in the bible are associated with the devil, experience eternal damnation and are said to have desecrated a temple in the Book of Revelation. Snakes are associated with deception and evil in the bible. Also, he called Youngeun a lamb despite being a goral (which is closer to goats) and thus Saheon is like a sacrifice too. Refer to my religious allusions gsgw post, for a slightly more detailed explanation.

5. Angel devil iconography

With his purple eye, Saheon can see halos behind those whom he deems dangerous. I do not think it’s a coincidence that Saheon, and Soleum have a lot of connected religious symbolism associated with them.

6. Brainwashing equipment

While Saheon no longer has it, the staple item Viper used was the Fountain Pen which could make someone follow a suggestion. Pushing someone who is unaware into doing something, is a classic cult tactic.

7. Trusts his family enough even though they know he will be in harm's way

Saheon received a cassette tape by one of his relatives, who presented it as something that can “reverse a dire situation". This family member, a wanted criminal, was aware of Saheon possibly being in life threatening situations. Yet, he’s constantly going back to visit his family (who have been mentioned several times), and didn’t want Soleum to take the cassette tape.

CHAPTER 195 SPOILERS

8. Able to recognise cult tactics

Chapter 114 during the Tamra Express arc, Saheon said “In a small, high-stress emergency environment, humans tended to do whacko things.” How “ridiculous suggestions… suddenly seemed worth clinging to”, because it “was human nature.” Saheon gathered all of this from a few shouts, which shows his familiarity with the subject. Despite recognising it, he also began twisting the narrative in his head and ended up believing Soleum to know the truth to get out safely, and in the end give a worthwhile item. Again, he also believed Soleum to be capable of brainwashing multiple people with the fountain, which he is very much aware isn’t possible.

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9. A village boy

In chapter 195, Soleum arrives in a village in Cheonan, which is where the Jiksan Baek clan is based. There’s also a festival going on, which when you add village + festival in a horror story it usually = cults. It’s a typical trope to have a celebration or festival of some kind to include a sacrifice (perhaps… a lamb?), and villages sometimes become a concentrated place riddled with ghosts. Saheon has shown how strangely unfazed, and more familiar he is with ghost stories compared to other rookies. And his obsession with items aiding his survival could possibly be hinting at his upbringing, and why he’s not scared of ghosts themselves but other people. 

I would also like to mention that the Church of the Luminous Unknown has three branches, and the village might be under it. A village that worships, and sacrifices for Ireum-nim… In this tweet, OP says that Saheon’s name in Hanja might mean: To serve, snake, offering/sacrificial rite. Which makes me go crazy!!

Thank you for reading my very loose theory. I've had it since January, but haven’t collated it properly until now. It may not become canon, however it’s fun to think about. I also have another post, which is basically a long love letter to Baek Saheon's character.

[insert-random-account-name]

Crappy Character Analysis, part 10

It's so weird to almost be done with these. I feel like I'm going to start having to start analyzing other characters. BTW I struggled really hard on Hunted, so PLEASE correct anything you think I misrepresented.

part 1 (Broken) part 2 (Skeptic) part 3 (Cold)

part 4 (Paranoid) part 5 (Stubborn) part 6 (Contrarian)

part 7 (Smitten) part 8 (Opportunist) part 9 (Cheated)

part 11 (Hero)

VOICE OF THE HUNTED

Hunted is one of the voices who simply isn’t talked about. His contributions to the game are usually in short sentence fragments, and only when absolutely necessary. Unlike the other voices, he never bothers with pleasantries or pointless speculation. He is focused, and to the point. In the chapters he appears in, he serves as your fight or flight, using instinct to guide you. He’s probably best known for his efforts in the EoTN, where he guides you to victory, helping you dodge her attacks. In his own chapter 2, he is significantly less helpful, his prey instincts leading you to inevitable death at the jaws of a predator. In the Den, he makes a partial comeback, and relates to the beast form of the Princess with his own animalistic tendencies. He also does his best to help you in the Razor, but due to the structure of the chapters, his efforts are in vain. As previously stated, there isn’t a lot of content in relation to Hunted, since he doesn’t talk very much, preferring to keep moving.

Hunted is a creature of instinct. You get him by taking on the “prey” role in predator vs. prey, reacting instead of acting. For example, retrieving the blade on a gut feeling, but still falling for the Princess’ obvious trap. He represents the fight or flight ingrained in your system, the primitive nature that takes over in times of trouble. This is represented in how he refers to the blade as a “steel claw”, showing how he views it more as a part of yourself than a tool. He wants, above all else, to be safe. Hunted’s wishes are what make him reactive, since attacking a more powerful being head-on is extremely dangerous. His style of fighting is more defensive, waiting for his opponent to make the first move, as seen in the EoTN. He values your life above all else, and refuses to die if there is even the tiniest chance of you escaping alive. In the Beast, if you get eaten, he will encourage you to cut through her stomach lining rather than choosing a quick end for yourself. This is because of his sense of impermanence. There is only the here and now for Hunted. He doesn’t care whether or not you’ll come back, because you’re alive now, and he’d rather you stay that way. Although he hates staying still, he still does think out his plans, suggesting a higher level of sapience than his typical dialogue gives credit for. He doesn’t work well with too many voices, only really meshing with Stubborn, since he feels that noise is distracting. This is really all I have on him. Hunted is very hard to find depth in, since part of his design is being more surface-level.

[pamwritessometimes]

Tuesday’s Gone — Chapter 9

Russell Shaw x Reader

Summary: When the police does little to no help to find your missing daughter, you are forced to contact Colter Shaw. What you don’t expect is how his investigation will reveal secrets about both your past and your daughter’s, in ways you never imagined.

Warnings: angsty SMUT (MDNI), some fluff, domestic Russell deserves a warning, VW Beetle-shaming (yep, it’s real)

A/N: Hey, loves. I know I've been pretty absent here, and just a little fyi; my lack of responses aren't coming from a place of ignorance. I’ve been grappling with my mental health for a while now, and right now, I'm at the bottom of the rollercoaster. But don’t worry, I’m working my way back up, just like any sane person would do: with dying my hair red. No, seriously. I’m writing this with red dye in my hair. Alright, jokes aside, I really am getting there, bit by bit. Also, I'll get to reply to everyone eventually. Thank you for your patience, ily all!! 🤍💖

A/N 2.0: Oh, btw, we’re here, folks! Jumping (almost) straight into the smut. Hope you’re ready to enjoy every steamy minute of it – because trust me, it’s a bit on the longer side. Enjoy! 😏

Title’s based on Tuesday’s Gone by Lynyrd Skynyrd.

Catch up on Chapter 8 here

Tuesday's Gone masterlist

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The morning sun beamed in through the living room curtains, casting long stripes of light on the floor carpet as you stood, nervously drumming with your leg. It was Emma’s first day back at kindergarten since the whole kidnapping ordeal – an event you now refer to simply as “the Rourke incident.” You weren’t entirely sure she was ready, but her psychiatrist, who’d been meeting with her twice a week, had insisted it was best to get her back to normal life as soon as possible.

Two months. That’s how long it had been since everything went sideways, and since Russell had worked his way back into your life. Healing had been slow, but definitely steady.

“Come on!” Russell’s irritated voice cut through the quiet. He was out in the yard, wrestling with your car, which had apparently chosen today to stage a rebellion by refusing to start. Emma, already anxious about facing her mates again after so much time away, didn’t need this kind of drama. Neither did you, to be frank.

You glanced down at yourself for the hundredth time, brushing nonexistent lint off your blazer. It had been ages since you’d worn anything like this – at least it felt like it. The kind of outfit that screamed Yes, I’m totally put together, even if you weren’t quite there yet. 

Your first day back at work as a project manager after everything. Two months of juggling nightmares, therapy appointments, and figuring out how to co-parent with Russell, who, by the way, had unofficially moved into your house, claiming the couch,  meaning, he ditched whatever motel he was residing in before. To be fair, you were the one to offer it to him. He was practically living here 24/7 anyway.

At least this wasn’t a real workday, not yet. Just a soft launch. Your boss, who’d been more than understanding (hard not to be when your life-or-death situation made the news), suggested you start with half-days for the next two weeks. A gentle easing back into the chaos, he called it.

You called it a godsend and said yes before he could change his mind.

Today wasn’t about deadlines or meetings. It was about relearning what normal was supposed to feel like. 

And this morning was serving up all the normal it could muster.

“Is it ready yet?” you called through the open window, your tone between hopeful and pleading.

Russell stood up from under the hood, wiping his hands on a rag that must have been white once. A streak of grease marked his jaw.

“Almost there” he muttered. “Damn thing’s stubborn as a mule.”

“Stubborn like its mechanic” you quipped, earning yourself a mock glare. He ducked back under the hood, muttering something you didn’t catch but hearing the faint chuckle at the end.

Emma darted into the living room, her ridicolously huge backpack bouncing on her shoulders.

“Are we going to be late?” she asked and you could hear the worry in her voice.

“Nope, Daddy’s got it handled” you said, channeling every ounce of fake confidence you had. 

Truthfully, you didn’t want to be late either.

“Alright” Russell called, slamming the hood shut. “She’s good to go.”

He shot you a thumbs-up before opening the driver’s door and sliding in to test the ignition. The engine roared to life and you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding.

“See? Told you” you said to Emma, giving her a quick hug before letting her scramble into the backseat. You followed suit, sliding into the front passenger seat.

“I still don’t get why we couldn’t just take my car” he said, nodding toward his Chevy parked smugly beside your Beetle. “And honestly, I look ridiculous in this chick-jalopy.”

You raised an eyebrow, feigning offence.

“First of all, it’s not a chick-jalopy. It’s reliable, it’s efficient, and Emma loves it. Also, it’s cute,” you said, punctuating your point by wiping the grease off his jaw with a tissue.

“Cute, my a–”

He caught himself just in time.

Emma groaned dramatically from the back. “Can we please go? I don’t wanna be late!”

“Alright, boss lady. Bubble Buggy, away!” Russell declared, throwing the car into gear and earning a playful glare from you.

And with that, your little circus hit the road.

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The drop-off went surprisingly well. Emma, clutching her Veterinarian Barbie, marched into the classroom with a nervous determination that made your chest swell with pride. Russell had insisted on coming along, too – not that you were surprised. He’d been a constant in her life these past couple of months, and Emma seemed to soak up his presence like a little sunflower.

As the three of you walked toward the building, you bent down and pulled her into a quick hug, whispering a few last words of encouragement. She nodded solemnly, then turned and practically cannonballed into Russell’s arms. 

Watching her cling to him so naturally still took you by surprise.

You never doubted she’d warm up to him – he was her dad, after all. A figure she always asked about, a figure she always wanted. But the way Russell stepped into the role, like he’d been waiting his whole life for this chance? That was something you hadn’t expected. The man who once seemed allergic to responsibility was now the same man who played Barbies, kissed Emma’s scraped knees better, and read her bedtime stories in silly voices that always made her giggle. He didn’t let her leave the house without one of his big bear hugs, and she never wanted to. It was a version of Russell you hadn’t dared to imagine… but here he was, proving you wrong every damn day.

She lingered in his arms for just a second longer, her hands clutching at his shirt.  

“You’re gonna crush it, bug” he murmured, his voice soft.

With a reluctant nod, she finally let go, her sense of duty overriding her nerves. She turned and headed inside, her tiny figure disappearing into the colorful chaos of the kindergarten room. 

You and Russell stood in the doorway for a moment longer, watching her find her seat. She looked so small, dwarfed by the bright kiddy decorations and the chatter of her mates.

But before you could get too worried, her friends appeared like little magnets, pulling her into a circle of excited hugs. You saw her freeze for half a second, clearly not expecting the ambush, but then she smiled. That big, glowing smile that could light up a whole city block.

“She’s tougher than we give her credit for” Russell said, a touch of pride in his voice.

“She gets it from me” you teased lightly, though your throat tightened as you said it. You yourself didn’t quite believe it.

He chuckled with a warm and familiar sound. “Yeah, that tracks.” 

His hand brushed yours as you both turned to leave, and you didn’t pull away. 

“Come on” he said with a lopsided grin, tilting his head toward the exit. “I’ve got one more girl to drop off.” 

He took your hand in yours and guided you back toward your “Tiara Taxi”. You wondered how many goddamn names he could come up with for that poor car.

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By the time you got home, the house felt… off. Too quiet, to be more precise. You weren’t used to not hearing Emma’s chatter bouncing off the walls.

Kicking off your heels by the door, you loosened your blazer and rolled your shoulders, trying to shake off the weight of the day. The tension melted a little when you spotted Russell in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with a mug of coffee in hand. He was freshly showered, his hair still slightly damp, wearing jeans and that old Cream T-shirt, the one he wore the day you met him at the diner you used to work at. It had more holes than fabric now, but somehow it made him look maddeningly hot.

“How’d it go?” he asked.

“It was… bearable” you said, reaching for the coffee pot. “Everyone at work looked at me like I was a ghost. Honestly, I felt like one. Meanwhile, I’m pretty sure Emma handled her first day better than I handled mine.”

Pouring yourself a cup, you moved to stand beside him, close enough to share the space but not enough to touch. 

“Thanks for fixing the car this morning” you said, giving him a quick sidelong glance. “I can’t even imagine the meltdown we’d have had if we’d been late.”

He grinned, his eyes staying on you a beat too long, despite the teasing tone in his voice. 

“I’ll fix that Cupcake Cruiser anytime.”

And there it was again – that unspoken something that had been simmering between you two for weeks. It filled the space between every casual brush of your arms, every shared smirk. Ever since that kiss, the tension had been building, stopping only at the occasional soft kisses, lingering touches, or the way his hand would find yours without a word.

You weren’t imagining it, and you definitely weren’t immune to it. If anything, it was getting harder to pretend it wasn’t there.

“I should change” you said, your voice a little shaky as you pointed vaguely at your blazer, like that was the problem.

“You look good” he blurted out, almost before he realized it. His ears went red, but he didn’t backpedal. “I mean… you always look good, but this… this is…” His gaze slid over you like he was taking in a masterpiece, and your pulse picked up in response.

“Russ…” you started, but he took a step closer. Close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating off him like a furnace.

“Tell me if I’m crossing a line” he murmured, his voice rougher than usual, like it took everything he had to keep it calm.

“You’re not” you whispered.

That was all the permission he needed. His hands slid around your waist, tentative at first, like he was afraid you might pull away. But when you didn’t, he closed the gap between you, kissing you like a madman. It was urgent, messy, and desperate, the kind of kiss that made you forget where you were or what you were supposed to be doing. 

It was frantic and just so different from the soft kisses before.

His hands slid up your back, pulling you as close as your bodies physically allowed and you found yourself clutching at his tee like you might fall if you didn’t hold on. Your coffee, long forgotten, sat cold on the counter behind you, watching the scene unfold silently.

He pulled away just long enough to rest his forehead against yours, breath coming in ragged gasps. His highly delirious eyes searched yours, silently asking if you felt it too, the same thing pulsing between you two.

You did. 

You felt it in your bones, and it was undeniable.

Without a word, he kissed you again, but this time, slower, more like he had all the time in the world. He took his sweet time, as if he needed to rediscover every inch of you, like he’d forgotten and now had to make up for lost time. His hands drifted to your waist, your back, tangled in your hair, touching you like you were the only thing that existed in that moment. 

And for him, you kind of were.

Before you knew it, you were in the bedroom, your blazer tossed somewhere on the floor along with his t-shirt. The rest of your clothes followed in a blur of fumbling hands and breathless laughter, the weight of the past two months – and the years before that – melting away with every touch.

When he finally had you beneath him, his gaze softened, the intensity giving way to something deeper. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, your hands cupping his face. “I’m sure.”

He looked down at you, his long hair brushing your face as you pulled him closer, bringing his lips to yours again. This time, the kiss was a promise: one that said you were sure, you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, now your barely clothed heat just two thin fabrics away from the place where it wants to be – given you both were only in your underwear by then.

He groaned in response, his hands gripping your thighs, stopping you from rubbing yourself against his erection. 

“I’ll cream in my boxers if you keep this up.”

You giggled and popped yourself on your elbows. “I’d rather have you cream somewhere else” you said with a mischievous grin.

His laughter was sudden and rich, the kind that came straight from his chest. It was a sound of pure joy and disbelief. 

So she’s still freaky, he mentally remarked in delight. 

“God, I love you” he murmured, the words spilling out before he even realized he’d said them. He didn’t pause to dwell on his unplanned confession – he kissed you once more, but this time his hand slid to the back of your bra. It took a few clumsy tries, but when it finally gave way, he pushed the lace off your shoulders, letting it fall somewhere forgotten at the edge of the bed. 

He pulled away from your lips, taking a moment to admire the view of your perky breasts, the cool air from the AC making your nipples harden from the breeze. 

Perfect, just like he remembered. 

Without hesitation, he leaned in, pressing soft kisses along the valley of your chest before suckling each nipple, his hand gently massaging the other. The warm, teasing pressure of his mouth sent a shiver through you, drawing out a chorus of soft moans, going straight into his now desperately hard cock, unconsciously rubbing it against the sheets.

Once his mouth had given one of your nipples the attention it deserved, he moved to the other, murmuring, “So soft.” 

As your fingers brushed over familiar lines and curves, memories came rushing back like you’d just pressed play on a reel. Your palms glided over his firm chest and carved torso, stopping at the edge of his waistband. The fabric clung to his hips, daring you to go further. 

It was surprisingly easy to recollect your memories about the details of him – you could still map the old scars you knew by heart (though there were new ones now), the freckles on his shoulder and chest, the little imperfections of his body you used to love all those years ago. 

You seemed even more fascinated by them now.

Soft grunts and groans slipped from his lips as he felt your hands slip into his underwear. The hardness of his dick against your palm sent a rush of wildfire through your veins, feeling how much he still wanted you. 

Needed you, really.

But he grabbed your hand, stopping its slow movements over his member. 

“Not yet” he murmured, and though it took all his willpower, he pulled your hands out of his underwear, just to lift his head from your chest to start a slow, deliberate trail of wet kisses down your torso. Each kiss felt like a secret he was telling only your skin, moving lower and lower, until he reached the curve of your abdomen.

He paused there, pressing his lips to the spot where your lace panties met your silky skin.

His hands slid down to your hips, his thumbs tracing slow circles over the delicate lace. He glanced up at you, his green eyes still searching for reassurance that you were still on-board with all of this. 

You absolutely were.

When the lace finally hit the floor and joined the growing heap of clothes, he didn’t dive right in. Instead, he paused to just look at you, his gaze so intense it made you feel both vulnerable and powerful at once. He was looking at you like you were something sacred.

You couldn’t help it, your mind wandered. Your body wasn’t the same as it had been four years ago, not after the pregnancy. And even though you tried to push the thought away, a flicker of self-doubt crept in. Would he notice? Would it matter?

“God, you’re beautiful” he mumbled, as if reading your mind, before leaning in to press his lips against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. “Most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen” he added, and the sincerity in his voice sent a flush straight to your weeping pussy, soaking the sheets beneath you. He noticed, loving the effect he had on you. And the best part is: he meant every word. “Nobody compares… nobody.”

His hands stayed firm on your hips, holding you steady as he left a trail of kisses that edged closer and closer to your slick center.

Toe-curlingly teasing.

“Fuck– Russ” you gasped, your hands tangling in his hair as his lips finally found the spot where you were aching for him most. 

His tongue danced around your folds, barely using any pressure at first, licking long stripes just to drive you even wilder. He kept up the slow, teasing pace, looking up at your soft features, until he was sure he’d made you wait long enough. His hands gripped your bent legs, holding you in place, making sure you weren’t going anywhere – not like going away crossed your mind. 

“You taste so sweet, baby. Just like I remembered” he murmured, lapping lustfully at your lips.

Your needy, swollen clit ached for his mouth, his touch, anything, really, and it’s just like he heard its plea, he guided his lips to your sensitive bundle of nerves, sucking on it gently. The moan that slipped from your lips was louder than you meant it to be, but Russell didn’t seem to care. In fact, if his smirk was anything to go by, he seemed to love it, and just felt even more encouraged to be more and more daring. Bolder. Hungrier. 

He devoured you like you were the finest meal he’d ever had, like he’d been starving for years and you were the only thing that could satisfy him.

And just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, your body trembling on the precipice, he looked up at you, his face was flushed, his swollen lips and trimmed stubble glistening with your essence, looking absolutely, insanely, unbelievably hot.

"Come on, sweetheart" he murmured against your skin with a voice both rough and encouraging, like he needed this just as much as you did. "Be a good girl and let go f’me."

To help you get over the edge, he slipped one finger inside of you, plunging it in and out of your sloppy hole at a delicious pace. 

And just like that, with one final, perfectly timed and placed flick of his tongue, you came undone. Your whole body went taut, and the world blurred for a moment as a white-hot wave of bliss crashed over you and you came over his face. You didn’t have any time to overthink it, be embarrassed about it, since he didn’t stop lapping at your juices, nor the vigorous fingering of your pussy. 

He continued until you had nothing more to give, easing you back down with gentle kisses and slowly decreasing strokes. With his tongue still on your sensitive lips, you slowly floated back to reality.

When your eyes finally fluttered open, he was hovering above you. 

You could see his expression was somewhere between boyish pride and unshakable devotion.

“Still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen” he said, brushing a strand of hair from your damp forehead. “I love seeing you coming undone because of me.”

You were still catching your breath, panting heavily, but you managed to kneel on the bed in front of him. “Let me…”

“No” His hands gently brushed yours away from his waistband, and for a moment, your heart sank. 

Did he change his mind? Or worse – did he not want you to please him the way he’d just please you?

Sensing the hurricane of self-doubt flicker across your face, he leaned in with a soft, reassuring smile. “I want this to be about you. Last time… we didn’t exactly finish properly because–”

His words trailed off, but you both knew what he meant. Your last time together more than four years ago…. when that man broke into your home. The gunshot. The way you’d panicked and pushed him away afterward. It was a night neither of you could forget, no matter how much you tried.

“I just… want to make it up to you” he confessed. “For that night. For everything after.”

You felt the weight of his words, the sincerity in his eyes, and the softness in his touch. It wasn’t just about physical pleasure – it was about the things left unsaid, the things neither of you had been able to fix in the aftermath.

You reached up, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw as your eyes locked. 

“You don’t have to make anything up” you said softly, your words brushing against his lips. “You’re here now. You showed up when it mattered. That’s enough.” 

You kissed him, slow and sure, letting him feel every bit of what you meant. The taste of yourself on his lips just fueled the intensity of the moment. Your hands slid back to his boxers, giving the waistband a playful tug. “Now…” you said with a small smirk “let’s get rid of these before I lose my patience.”

He smiled, swallowing a chuckle, before helping you with the rest. His cock sprang free, standing tall and proud against his stomach. The girth and the delicious pattern of veins still managed to take your breath away. 

You could still remember how he felt, how he tasted… 

As his underwear hit the floor, you both knelt on the bed, your eyes locked before flicking down to his pre-cum-soaked erection. 

“Jesus fuck” you exhaled, mouth watering, your hands skimming his waist, summoning the courage to take what you needed. 

You wrapped your hand around the base, his member instantly reacting to your touch, accompanied by another strangled moan from his lips. He let you stroke him a little, his breath hitching, before he managed to ask, “Are you still on birth control?”

You froze mid-motion, caught off guard. 

“Uh, no” you admitted. “Didn’t exactly work out last time, did it?” you added with a wry smile. It stung a little to say, but it was true. And honestly, you wouldn’t change a thing – not when it meant having Emma.

Russell caught the flicker of bittersweetness in your eyes, his own softening as he started to say, “I’ve got a–“

“Bottom drawer, right side” you cut him off with a smirk, tilting your head toward the nightstand.

A laugh rumbled in his chest as he leaned back, grabbing what he needed. 

“You really are always two steps ahead, huh?” he teased, his grin widening as he slipped on the condom.

He was hovering above you, eyes locked, and yet somehow it felt like he was on the other side of the planet. 

“Are you… really, absolutely sure?” he asked, his voice a mix of doubt and desperation.

You couldn’t help but giggle again. “Stop asking, Russ. Stop second-guessing yourself.”

He smiled softly at your words and guided himself towards your slick core, the tip already nudging at your entrance. He looked down at you, giving you one last chance to back off before he let himself give in to the desire that’s been building up in him for months now. 

You nodded softly, granting him any permission he’d ever asked for. He took a shaky breath, bracing himself for what was about to come. 

Then, he eased himself in.

The intrusion was both foreign and familiar at first. He was only half-way in, but he already felt you getting tighter and tighter. 

“S’okay, sweetheart. I’ll go slow” he murmured as he soothed your skin on your thighs.

The slick from your previous orgasm helped him bottom out slowly but surely, and once he was fully seated, he let out a long, throaty moan. He stilled for a moment, eyes shut, grabbing into your bent thighs to steady himself.

“Missed you s’much… missed this…” he whispered. “Thought I’d never–“ 

The words died on his lips.

The rawness of his voice, the desperation, the way he said those words with so much honesty and regret, clutched your heart. You knew he meant it, you knew how much he had been hurting – just like you. But you also couldn't help but feel just as guilty. Most of his pain was caused by you, the way you handled things, the way you’d pushed him away when things got tough, the way you’d shut him out… It was all your doing, just as much as it was his.

Not being able to take the weight of it, you gently cupped his face, guiding him back to look at you.

You looked at him like you were about to say something that weighed on your shoulders for long, something that’ll change everything between the both of you. He sensed it, green irises burning into yours, waiting.

“I love you, too, Russ” you whispered, voice tight with emotion, afraid he might not have heard you right by the look on his face. “I love you” you repeated, louder this time, as if to make sure it was clear, and by the feeling of his cock twitching inside of you, he heard it loud and perfectly clear. 

“And I missed you, too”  you added.

That was it. That was all he needed to hear. His hips began to move as his lips elicited soft grunts and moans, his hands still holding on to your thighs, bruisingly tight. 

“God, sweetheart. Say it–” he grunted, burying himself inside of you, his tip brushing against your deepest parts. “Say it again.” 

“I love you, Russell. I think I never really stopped.”

It did it to him. He dived into you like a man on a mission. The tenderness was still there, yet he gave way to something more primal, something almost bestial. 

Squelching, lewd noises and moans filled the otherwise quiet room. The pace he was setting wasn’t necessarily brutal, but the way he slammed into you with such precision was almost too perfect to handle.

Your otherwise sensitive bundle of nerves screamed as he slipped his thumb on them, applying just the right amount of pressure.

You could feel how close you were. Hell, he could feel how close you were. The way your walls tightened and how you could barely hold your moans were a pretty good indication of what was about to come. Literally.

“Fuck- Russ” you moaned as he began to increase the pace of his thrusts, his fingers still rubbing on your clit.

“I know…” he panted, “I know… I’m- I’m getting close, too. But I need to feel you comin’ around me, sweetheart. You can let go, baby.  Then I’ll fill you up good.”

His own voice was strangled, barely holding on, but the urge to make you reach it first was still stronger.

“Let go f’me, pretty girl” he instructed, rubbing your clit just a bit harder.

The coil finally snapped in your stomach, feeling a sensation you can’t quite remember when you had last. 

“There you go. Such a good girl. Such a perfect girl. God, how I love it when you do this” he moaned and felt his cock twitch buried deep in your velvety walls. He looked down at your joint bodies and saw his dick laced with your essence, forming a creamy ring at the base. The sight itself was the thing to push over the edge.

He came with a groan, burying himself inside of you, his thighs and body going taut while he tried not to collapse on top of you. His member was suffocating in the confines of the condom, his seed still loading the rubber.

He didn’t want to move. Neither did you. The only sound of the room was your tangled breaths and the intense pounding of your hearts. He let himself lower himself once his eyes dared to creak open, finding your eyes still busking in the afterglow.

“Are you okay? Was I too rough? Didn’t I—”

You cut him off with a gentle, breathless laugh, fingers brushing his chest as you tried to make sense of the way your heart was pounding, both from the intensity of the moment and the unexpected peace that followed it.

“Russ… I’m okay. Great, actually” You smiled, your voice soft.

His brow furrowed slightly, a flicker of relief flashing through his eyes, followed by that familiar teasing grin. “Huh… You got me worried a bit. I’ve got worried it was post-but clarity on your face.” 

“No post-nut clarity here. Just... clarity” 

He smiled softly at that, then slowly pulled out of you and removed the piece of plastic, tossing it into the bin.

For a moment, he just froze, unsure of what to do next. Would it be too much to hold you? Was that stepping into too much territory?

You gave him a sleepy, amused look. “Come on” you mumbled, your voice low and slightly hoarse. “You’ve just fucked the wind out of me. You think I’d kick you out of my bed afterward?”

He laughed, the tension easing out of his shoulders. "Fair point. I just… wasn’t sure if you’d want me to stay.”

You shifted a little, making space for him beside you, your gaze soft. “Of course I do”

And so, you both just lay there. The room was quiet, the only sound your breaths slowly syncing. The space between you felt right, like it had always belonged to both of you, and the warmth of his body next to yours felt oddly familiar. Like it had always been meant to be this way. 

You stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, the rhythm of each other’s breath comforting. And for the first time in a long while, you allowed yourself to just be. Because you wasted way too much time already, and you won’t make the same mistake twice.

So, it was just you, and it was just him, and the world felt right again.

This was home.

Then, your phone’s alarm went off, pulling you back to reality with an almost comical jolt. You groaned softly, smiling faintly at the disruption. You climbed out of bed, the soft tug of the sheets falling off your body as you rose. “Come on” you said with a small smile. “We have to pick up our daughter.”

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Next on Tuesday's Gone (Sneak Peek from Chapter 10, aka the Epologue)

The building the dog was charging toward was a big, brick beauty, with towering windows and a brand-new sign hanging proudly above the door. It was the final product of an ongoing battle of bad brewery name ideas between you and Russell.

You’d pitched some real gems like Hop Notch Brewery, Sweet Foam Idaho, and Shawbusiness. You also reminded him of your previous, brilliant suggestions. You were obviously just having fun, knowing it was Russell’s dream project. 

“I’m just trying to help!” you exclaimed playfully. 

But still – Shawstopper was practically genius, right?

He, of course, was more into traditional names like Shaw & Co Brewery or Shawcraft. 

But then… you pitched the one name that made him crack. One that he absolutely hated. Hated it so much that, for some bizarre reason, he thought it was twistedly brilliant. So, here you were, standing beneath the freshly hung sign above the front door of…

“Shawshank Brewdemption” Emma read out loud, brows furrowed. “I don’t understand!”

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They’re home. It feels so good to finally say that. I can’t wait to share the last chapter with you all soon.

And of course, happy holidays to everyone!

xx Pam

Read Chapter 10 here

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[puffyducks]

DCRC Week #40

AAAAAAAAAAH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Sorry I mean. PKNA #34: Nothing Personal. You should only open this post if you wanna see the insane ramblings of a mad person btw.

Also there's no way I'm gonna get all my reactions and thoughts about this chapter into just one post so expect to see a continuation of this in the reblogs.

Anyways in case you somehow missed last week or forgot what happened, as a recap: the Raider is fucking DEAD he is SIX FEET UNDER and by UNDER I mean IN A BLACK HOLE. Surely this will have no impact on the events to come. Anyways,

WOAHH no way you guys we're in the future... the far off year of 2015

Nevermind Angus Fangus is the governor we're so fucking cooked

Unfortunately for Angus's presidential campaign, and I can't believe nobody has told him this yet, I do regret to inform him that he is forbidden from running as president of the United States because he was not born here. Maybe the authors thought that rule would change by 2015 but seeing as how that was a decade ago and that rule did not, in fact, change, it looks like his campaign is dead before it even began... not that this was really a huge loss to begin with.

Ohohoho who could THESE mysterious figures be??? I've read this comic like 40 times btw but I'm gonna pretend I haven't

Angus keeps complaining about tourists BRO YOU WEREN'T BORN IN DUCKBURG, YOU WERE A TOURIST ONCE STFU 😭

Well that doesn't sound quite right

Okay so the first time I read this comic I was kinda disappointed to see that Trip doesn't have his name on his shirt anymore, cause that was my favorite silly detail of his design, but then I realized WAIT!!! He's in disguise, this is actually a genius move on his part. Nobody will know that this is Trip if he doesn't have a shirt that says "TRIP" on it in big red letters.

Also I already roasted the shit out of this Odin outfit in another post but I do regretfully have to admit that I'm coming around on it a little bit, ONLY because it's also kind of a genius disguise if you think about it. Nobody would ever suspect THE Odin Eidolon to walk around in an outfit this shit. It's a foolproof plan.

ODIN EIDOLON HAS FALLEN DOWN THE STAIRS AT THE MET GALA

Hey so remember when the Raider died and at the very last second he was just like "hey btw I have a son tell him I'm sorry for dying" despite the fact that Donald has literally 0 way to time travel or contact this mystery child in any way. How many times do you think Donald has randomly thought about that kid in the last 15 years. The Raider didn't even give any indication of how old his son was (not that it would really matter to a time traveler I guess) but imagine hoping desperately for the last 15 years that the kid he was referring to was actually already an adult in like their 30s, because it's the only thing that could make you possibly feel better about what happened, and then all of a sudden that kid pulls up and you're like OH GOD HE'S 9 YEARS OLD. Anyways.

Didyoueatmybanana?! >:( YEAH it's called stress eating okay and it's a stressful situation I NEED MY POTASSIUMMMM

*hacker voice* I'm in

Okay but real talk nnooo nnOOOOO THIS MAKES ME SO FUCKING UPSET!!! NOO THE RAIDER DIDN'T WANT HIS SON TO BE A TIME PIRATE FUCK!! FUCK THE ORGANIZATION I MEAN IT!!! YOU GUYS RUINED HIM!!! YOU RUINED A PERFECTLY GOOD BOY!!! Okay maybe like a mediocre boy, Trip has some behavioral issues but like who didn't at his age okay he's just cute and little. and cute. and i lovbe him. AND THEY FUCKED EVERYTHING UP!!! SHIT!!!!!!!!

ALSO THIS? THIS??? FUCK YOU?!?!?! DONALD HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH HIS DEATH HE LITERALLY JUST HAPPENED TO BE THERE. THE RAIDER WAS KILLED BY YOUR OWN FUCKING GUY, ORGANIZATION. DONALD WAS LITERALLY THE ONLY PERSON AT TIME 0 THAT EVEN GAVE A SHIT THAT THE RAIDER WAS DYING, HE WAS TRYING SO HARD TO SAVE HIM AND EVERYTHING LIKE FUCK YOU!!!!!

This shit is so fucking funny tho sorry

don't think it don't say it don't think it don't say it

So, I'm not really sure how to refer to this specific depiction of Donald (Nothing Personal Donald?) but like I'm lowkey obsessed with him and how much of a disheveled, broken man he is. FIFTEEN YEARS UNDERGROUND DAWG.

Do you know how BAD things had to be for the rest of the Duck family to LEAVE DUCKBURG?!?!? Scrooge basically owned that fuckin city. If I think too hard about the rest of the family in this timeline I start getting really emo but like... I wanna know where they are. How they're doing. The triplets should be like 25 by now... and as far as they all know the man that raised them got exposed as a terrorist and then fucking exploded LIKE-

NNOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THEY HIT THE FUCKING PENTAGON FUCK THE TIME POLICE TOO BRO WHY DO THEY ALWAYS FIND A WAY TO BLAME LYLA FOR EVERY FUCKIN THING 😭😭😭 WHY IS IT HER FAULT THAT DONALD WAS (ALLEGEDLY) A TERRORIST STOP IT I HATE IT HERE

Donald is like But can't we just save the Raider :(((

NO we can't you have to babysit his son for an indefinite period of time

Cmon Donald he's just silly.... he's just little

uncle duck avenger i might. throw up

NNNOOOOO THEY SHOT BABYGIRL THEY HIT THE FUCKING PENTAGON. AGAIN. Guess the disguise wasn't as smart as I thought...

HE'S SO SMALL we have to find him more bananas to eat it's the only way to cheer him up

Anyways, in case this entire time you've been hoping that Trip knew what was going on, including the fact that his father is dead, the answer is No. No he doesn't know. SO DON'T TELL HIM.

I hit the image limit so YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS. (It means wait for a bit while I add more in a reblog)

[copperwir3d]

These r my poppy playtime ocs btw. Made them back when chapter 3 was out. They can. Play Music.

And these are the chidren before becoming experiments! Benjamin is 12 while Beatrice is 9.

I have these drawings that were made the time I created them. I just use as reference from time to time since I cahnged the designs a little.

And I might change their necklaces because were CDs already a thing in the smiling critters era????

[coldnstinkyjinky]

Artwork dump for my yansim fuckyandev book: Victoria and the Two 😫‼️‼️

Chapter 9 isn't the final chapter btw, these are just plans for the Finale of Act 1

Anyway here's chapter 8 doodles:

Some spoilerz if you haven't read chapter 8 yet ✨

Osano with Braces, idk

Here's the first artwork without the words

No background+bloody clothing:

The reference I used:

If you're interested on what's going on, please Victoria and the Two on AO3 🥰‼️

[brklynvannn]

i had kind of a long day so i couldn’t gush to you as soon as i finished ch8 yesterday, but i took notes! i clocked that “so high school” reference so fast and i think it perfectly summarizes that giddy feeling between young lovers. i say let them fool around everywhere, in every which way! the real world is nipping at their heels (SHAKING that stranger from the nightclub btw) that they can have this for now. oscar “i could’ve sorted it” piastri is such a gentleman; he doesn’t care if lando’s some rich, hot-shot f1 driver who can most definitely cover the hotel expenses bc no no he invited him he can— someone tell osc it’s ok to let people take care of him too sometimes 😔 i’ve skirted around the feelings portion of this one bc it actually devastates me lol. buuut i know it’s essential for their story and it’ll be that much sweeter when they figure it out. until then i am holding both their hands!! how does the saying go? hurts so good. that’s this right now. lovely once again <3

Hi hi!

I mean OBVI from the title of the fic I’m a Taylor Swift luver but yes I feel like so high school captures that floaty butterfly feeling so well especially with Osc and Lan in this little honeymoon type of phase they’re in for now.

Oh Oscar definitely doesn’t know how to let anyone take care of him. He’s too - I’ve done everything on my own and I have to be in control - for that but I think that’s why Lando definitely likes to push him gently away from that. (Or tries - hence the dancing)

Plz do hold their lil hands they’re going to need it for a bit.

Again THANK YOU. I was waiting for this little debrief.

(Just posted Chapter 9 so I’ll hopefully be seeing you soon 🤭)

[weeberry-v1b3z]

Oh btw since I never make reference sheets, Ezekiel is only 9 years old, he actually turns 10 in a few chapters of the book, but he doesn’t know that obviously

And CJ is 6- same age as the neighborhood cat

Neighborhood cat btw

[namesnamesandmorenames]

So I’ve been messing with (improving) the formulas in my fanfiction database as a procrastination method for schoolwork (don’t recommend) but I think that they’re all officially working in the way I want them to? Crazy anyway so I'm going to celebrate by showing a few examples of how my Summarized Metadata formula works

So, if you caught my last two posts about my database you’ll know I track a lot of information and it was mostly done in table format like a big spreadsheet- which is fine but not exactly optimized for using it on your phone. Since then I added some buttons so I could automatically update multiple pieces of information with a click and I wanted to change the way I view information so I converted things into a gallery view and have been trying to figure out how best to present the information I want at a glance including if/then statements for information I wouldn't want if something else wasn't true idk it seems like a lot but it is what I want to be able to refer to at a glance and things link to other databases if they have the little diagonal arrow (I technically could have just had all of the properties I wanted visible but that would have meant things irrelevant to specific records would be visible too and notion doesn't have the ability for properties to be displayed horizontally so there would also be more white space than I want with numbers displayed in a line without indicators—)

Btw those previous posts are what happen when I hyperfixate on my information organization (pre-cataloging) course and this is what happens when I jump off the deep end after my programming course is too basic but I started hyperfixating on it anyway!

Anyway here is what the Summarized Metadata looks like (these also double as fic-recs if you happen to be in the 9-1-1 fandom!)

@cal-daisies-and-briars and @schrijverr are both really amazing creators in the fandom BTW so if you haven't read any of either of their work I can genuinely say I recommend all of it!

And I’ll show you one more fic I just finished and highly highly recommend because I was following it and the creator just completed it! @memequeme

Time for sleep now!

[damedelionn]

Hey! About emulating Nina/ Anna how do you think Johan would know how to dress like his sister? Would he have gotten outfit inspiration from when he was stalking/ watching Nina in Heidelberg? Or do you think Johan would just think about what Anna would wear if she was not forgotten/ replaced by Nina, and took inspo from that? Which do you think was Johans Muse?

Hello hello! Thank you so much for this ask, btw! I don't encounter inquiries about the characters' fashion that much. But, to answer your question, I do think that Johan derives his sense of style as "Anna Liebert" through watching and observing Nina. As seen in the images below, Nina has quite a clear silhouette and preference for her fashion — short skirts or shorts and long-sleeve top. Additionally, she often ties her scarves/shawls a certain way.

Image Reference: All images of Nina Fortner from: Monster, Chapter 9, The Girl From Heidelberg

Johan, being a master in disguise, takes note of this silhouette Nina often uses. Again, this thoroughness. I do think that, like his hair and makeup, he uses fashion to further emulate Nina. Without knowing that Anna here in the image below is in fact Johan, we can derive similarities in their style. A short skirt. A longer top or jacket. A scarf tied a specific way.

Image Reference: All images of Anna Liebert/Johan Liebert from: Left: Monster, Vol. 11, Chapter 9, The Most Frightening Thing Right: Monster, Vol. 12, Chapter 3, The Most Cruel Thing

Again, thank you for sending this lovely ask! 🤗🤗

[aealzx]

Excuse me while I doodle something that popped into my head reading the most recent stuff I've read for Twin Signal.

There's a point where after having Signal call them brothers a few times Pulse responds "I've been meaning to tell you this for awhile, but don't make me your brother without asking!! I don't remember having a 'little brother'"

Which is honestly fair because Pulse was over seas with Nobuhiko's parents when Signal was made and never heard about him until he got kidnapped and reprogrammed to specifically go hunt down Signal and kill him |D

Also no I didn't color Signal's hair wrong XD Earlier in the story he has blue hair and a red jacket. It changes color later because Mira (the really freaking awesome stuff he's made of) just does things like that.

BTW you guys can look at the manga here, but it’s only in Japanese. (Yes I am stubbornly translating it myself just so I can read it. I’d be happy to share, but it’s literally sticky notes in hard copies and I dunno how to share that ;v; )

And then just because chapter/episode 9+10 stabbed me in the feels I'm gonna gush about the story/characters and nuances of japanese below the cut.

Okay, preface this with the fact that I’ve only had 2 years of Japanese in college, and this is my first time trying to translate anything. I might be wrong on some things, but this is just me rambling about how much I love the nuances you can get with the JP language compared to english.

I just got (mostly) through the part where Pulse is introduced, and first of all Signal had no idea he had a prototype, and his first response is adorable in itself with him immediately going “In other words, he’s my older brother” using “Ani” as the term for “older brother”

Which is cute in itself. Boy's latching onto someone he's never met X'D And throughout the chapter/episode when referring to Pulse he keeps using “Ani”, “Pulse”, ”Sibling”.

But after finding Pulse (who has been reprogrammed to want to kill Signal), Signal switched to “Niisan” when he’s talking about how it makes him sad that his older brother is being controlled by a cheap program. Which the difference is “Ani”/”Aniki” is usually a more like… formal/semi distant way to refer to your older brother, while “Niisan” is more affectionate and generally used by children. It's like using "Papa" instead of "Father" and I just ahadlfhajsdfladf Signaaaalll why are you being so cute QAQ

And there’s even more in this chapter!!!

He refers to himself as Pulse’s little brother, and feels responsible for stopping Pulse.

And later, Nobuhiko gets in danger from the fight and Signal instantly goes to protect him but leaves himself open as a sitting duck for Pulse to attack.

And Pulse asks him why he would do that and instead of answering something about Nobuhiko being a human and Signal being a robot and therefore Nobuhiko is more important, or that it’s just his job since he was programmed to be Nobuhiko’s older brother, he says “I’m programmed to be Nobuhiko’s older brother - But more than that! Nobuhiko is my brother, my little brother!!”

And I’m just over here with my butter heart melting uguuuuhhhhhhh TVT I'm such a sucker for brother characterrrrs~

And reading all this together I can help but think- Signal??? Boy??? Are you just secretly wanting a big bro too that’ll keep you safe like you do for Nobuhiko?? Is that why you latched onto Pulse so quickly??? Adjkfahsdfkasd

These boys qVq I love them

[irldiancie]

All Kagehina “proof” I know of

Ok i wasnt gonna post this but ive been told by a friend to explain why some might ship Kagehina so... try me. i dont exactly ship this myself but lets just say im a pro when it comes to this topic also it's not as bad as i thought it was there are worse ships idk why i was a hater also i lowkey got some of this from shipping wiki but most of it i knew already, plus NOT ALL OF THIS IS NECESSARILY REFERENCES TO THE SHIP it kinda just adds on to it anyways lets just get into it

ok so starting with common knowledge i think everyone knows that Hinata is the protagonist followed with Kageyama being the deuteragonist, they get the most screen time together and are pretty much paired MOST of the series, we get a lot of content with them together while also getting content of them on their own, they're known as the "freak duo," the "greatest teammates" and like 100 other names they've been called I've seen a lot of people intemperate their relationship wrong, I've seen a few say Kageyama was downright "abusive" to Hinata which I think is a little farfetched, but to each their own! They genuinely do care for each other and it shows, even at the end of the manga you can tell how far their relationship has come, even if they consider themselves rivals, they are without a doubt still friends Now a lot of people have said "well they're not gay they're just friends", while this is true, it has been referenced/implied officially in many places, including manga panels and english dubs, so while it isn't canon there is a few cute things about it which we know are official which is why I'm sharing this, I myself know it isn't canon, plus I didn't really make this to prove anything it was kinda for fun sorry if that made little to no sense but I'll start getting into more interesting stuff 1. at the tip of the iceberg we have the fact they're in so much official art together

theres like a 1000 more of these btw theyre often put near eachother even in official arts not based off them

I have like 1k more of these but i have more proof than this but i think you get my point some of this is probably promo art but that's also considered official art so 2. moving on i think another known one is that Ukai calls them lovebirds ONE TIME in English dub and I have no idea who approved that but I think it's funny and obviously this probably meant nothing but take it as you want video of it here 3. this is kinda randomly thrown in but the fact that they also trust eachother, they've mentioned it a couple times but I think it's nice to know 4. i dont remember when this was or what chapter or something but kageyamas grandfather said "somebody even better will come for you", which just happened to be Hinata of course 5. ALSO after that whole fight scene back in season two, Hinata says this

he didnt really consider kageyama as a friend, but he considered him a partner which i believe is more important to hinata. teammates/partners were always something Hinata wanted, as before he went to Karasuno, he didn't feel like his friends in Junior high were necessarily teammates. Meaning he valued Kageyama more because he was his partner.

(credits to triananero for these images) and when him and Kageyama started working together, they most definitely were perfect together, as they balanced each-other out, which made them become an unstoppable duo or whatever they called them 6. the fact that they have matching jersey numbers 9 and 10 moving on to less canon stuff, there is a light novel of Haikyuu called Haikyū!! Shōsetsuban!! which probably isnt close to canon but Furudate was a part of it even though it wasn't written by him, so it's at least somewhat official 7. anyway according to shipping wiki there is a chapter where Kageyama feels "fluttery feelings at the bottom of his stomach" when Hinata texts him, it's on volume 8 chapter 1, I REALLY WANTED TO SHOW YOU GUYS BUT I COULDNT FIND IT ANYWHERE ONLINE. i searched countless tumblr posts and websites but i could only find chapter five and chapter three so im fully convinced this is lost media LMAOOOO 8. also in Haikyū!! Shōsetsuban!! apparently there's a part where Hinata daydreams about him and Kageyama eating under cherry blossom trees i just found that cute AS MUCH AS I WANNA SHOW YOU GUYS I LITERALLY CANNOT FIND ANYTHING OF THIS LIGHT NOVEL ANYWHERE i just know it's real, if I ever get my hands on it which I doubt, I'll share proof it exists btw AND THIS IS REALLY RANDOM AND SOMEONE WANTED ME TO INCLUDE THIS BUT 9. Basically there was a ad for deodorant a couple years back, collabing with Haikyuu, where you could buy deodorants to “smell like them” or whatever, some shippers believe it’s a Kagehina reference as they also advertised Kageyama and Hinatas scents together as some like matching couple thing

and then there's this

And I think I've said enough, there's way more you can find out about this ship, but I hope with this post you've learned something new or whatever... I MIGHT MAKE THIS A SERIES should i do kenhina next or kuroken ANYWAYS DISCLAIMER I didnt look too much into most of these things but I can gaurentee this stuff is true also this was just for fun and not serious but i hope you liked my little post!