#warning for potential triggers

[balo-badartist]

Hero’s Shade, miserable death

The blue butterfly is a constant in my Oot work: it’s symbol for Zelda and Link’s bond. I headcanon that Zelda dies young, and Link watches over their descendants faithfully, but he’s also tortured knowing that more evil might come again.

That being said, I must ask that no one tags my work under another artists au. Please. It’s very violating to the central themes in my work, and very hurtful as an artist that has their own story to tell.

[megamagimugi]

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...Uh oh. Looks like he's a tad too late. Who would've thought?

This took me so long, man.

[justarithinnngs]

Spaces. (Squid Game x Player!Reader)

Chapter 1 - Dynasty

Warnings: death (character death), terminal illness, mentions of medical trauma, mental health struggles, emotional distress,

It was a perfect night. The kind that felt like it could stretch on forever—easy, light, and full of laughter. (Y/N) sat at the bar, leaning over to listen to her best friend, Jiwoo, as she rambled on about some guy she’d met earlier that evening. The music was loud, and the chatter was lively, but for a moment, everything felt right. (Y/N) could feel the hum of contentment in her chest, the steady beat of happiness she always found when she was with her friends.

“…And then, I swear, he tried to impress me with some lame pick-up line about my shoes,” Jiwoo laughed, her voice barely audible over the beat of the club. “Like I didn’t know exactly what he was doing.”

(Y/N) giggled, playfully nudging Jiwoo’s arm. “Classic. But hey, at least he tried, right? Most guys wouldn’t even bother.”

Across from her, Soojin joined in, raising her glass and grinning mischievously. “Maybe he thought your shoes were worth impressing. But knowing you, you probably just went along with it.”

(Y/N) laughed again, a soft, genuine sound that could be heard above the noise. It was the kind of laugh that made others smile, the kind that came easily to her. She loved moments like this—being surrounded by her closest friends, the ones who knew her better than anyone. The night stretched on, filled with shared jokes, teasing, and stories. In the midst of all this, (Y/N) was happy. She was light, unburdened, free.

But her friends knew something she didn’t always recognize herself.

“You’re too nice for your own good, you know that?” Jiwoo had said earlier in the night, a serious edge in her voice that was rare for her.

(Y/N) had smiled it off, tossing her hair back. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, you’re always the one to look out for everyone,” Jiwoo had continued, a hint of concern creeping into her tone. “You’re always helping people, always trying to fix things. You need to be careful, (Y/N). It’s gonna catch up to you one day.”

(Y/N) had laughed it off, but deep down, she knew they were right. She was the one always trying to make everyone happy. The one who stayed up late to listen to someone’s problems, who would drop everything to help a friend in need. It wasn’t that (Y/N) minded. She couldn’t imagine being any other way. Her kindness was like a light, and it radiated from her in everything she did.

But now, as the night wound down and she stepped out into the crisp air with her friends, a sudden shift of unease began to settle deep in her gut.

“Are you okay to get home?” Soojin asked, her voice tinged with a touch of concern as she linked arms with (Y/N).

“Yeah, I’m good. Just a little tired, that’s all,” (Y/N) smiled, waving off any worry. “I’ll be fine.”

“Call me when you get home,” Jiwoo added, glancing at (Y/N) with a look that made her hesitate. “We love you, you know that?”

(Y/N) grinned at her friends, pulling them in for a tight hug. “I love you guys too. Now, go home and get some rest. I’ll be fine.”

But the moment she stepped inside her apartment, the weight of everything from the night seemed to press down on her, and she knew something was off. Her phone buzzed as soon as she closed the door behind her.

It was her mom.

(Y/N) had spoken to her mom earlier that day. She’d been worried about her dad, who’d been feeling increasingly unwell. His health had been declining for a while, but they hadn’t been able to figure out what was wrong. At first, they thought it was just stress. Then they thought it was something minor, maybe just exhaustion. But as the weeks went on, things weren’t improving, and now, it felt like the weight of it all was suffocating her.

She answered the call, trying to shake off the remnants of the night’s fun, bracing herself for the conversation.

“Hey, Mom. How’s Dad?” (Y/N) asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

There was a long pause on the other end, and then her mom’s voice came through, softer, more fragile than usual. “Sweetheart… We got the results back.”

The words hung in the air, a sharp sting that immediately made her heart race. “Results? What do you mean? What’s going on?”

Her mom took a shaky breath, and in that moment, (Y/N) felt her entire world tilt. “It’s… brain cancer, (Y/N). Your father… it’s brain cancer.”

There it was. The words hit her like a physical blow. Brain cancer. Those two words, so simple, yet so heavy, dropped like an anchor into her chest, pressing the air from her lungs.

She gripped the phone tighter, her fingers trembling. “No… No, that can’t be right. He’s… he’s been feeling sick, but not like that. Not—Mom, there’s got to be a mistake. Please, tell me there’s been a mistake.”

Her mother’s voice cracked. “I wish it were, honey. I wish it were a mistake. But… it’s not. The doctors—they said it’s advanced. We don’t know how much time we have.”

A hollow silence swallowed the room, and for a moment, (Y/N) couldn’t speak. Her breath came in shallow gasps, and all she could hear was the sound of her own heartbeat, thundering in her ears.

The world outside her apartment, the noise of the city, the memories of the night—everything blurred, faded into a hazy mist. Her heart felt like it was being squeezed in her chest, each beat slower, more painful than the last. Her mind couldn’t grasp what her mom had just said. Brain cancer? Her dad, the man who had taught her to ride a bike, the one who made her laugh so hard she’d cry, the one who held her when she was hurt… he was sick. So sick.

“No…” she whispered, her voice barely audible, cracking under the weight of it all. She sank down onto the couch, the phone still pressed to her ear, the words spinning in her mind like a broken record. No, no, no.

Her mom’s voice came through again, gentle, but full of sorrow. “I know, baby. I know it’s a lot. But we need to be strong now. We need to be there for him.”

(Y/N) shut her eyes, squeezing them tight, as if she could block out the reality of it all. But it didn’t help. It didn’t change anything.

She could feel the spark inside her—her energy, her light—slowly dimming. It wasn’t something that happened all at once. It wasn’t a switch being flipped. It was the slow, agonizing realization that her world had just shifted, irreversibly. She wasn’t the same girl who had been laughing with her friends just hours ago. That girl was gone.

Her voice cracked again, this time louder. “I… I don’t know what to do, Mom. I don’t know what to do.” Tears blurred her vision, and she wiped at her eyes frantically, but they just kept coming. “I can’t lose him. I can’t lose him. Please, Mom, please tell me there’s something we can do.”

There was a long pause on the other end of the phone, and for a moment, it felt like time itself had stopped. Then, her mom spoke, her voice trembling, but filled with quiet strength.

“We’ll fight, (Y/N). We’ll fight for him. We don’t know how much time we have, but we’ll fight. You’re not alone in this.”

But (Y/N) felt alone. She felt the weight of the world pressing down on her chest, and for the first time in a long time, she didn’t know how to keep going. The energy that had once been so full of life, so vibrant, felt hollow now. Her father, the one person who had always been her rock, was slipping away from her, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

Her sobs echoed through the quiet apartment, her body wracked with grief she didn’t know how to handle. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right. And she didn’t know how to fight against it.

She couldn’t be strong anymore. Not tonight. Not yet.

[disappointed-time-traveller]

the owlthena people are going to go crazy when they find out about the half snake child and i mean that in the MOST positive way possible, someone please tell them about Athena’s half snake child!

[inseparabiles]

to turn from the gods + to embrace the light

Relationships: Emperor Caracalla/Emperor Geta

Rating: Explicit Parts: 2/3 (series of oneshots) Words: 12 143

Warnings: (gestures vaguely at the pairing) they're twins

Tags: Smut. Straight up smut as far as the eye can see. Parts individually tagged by content on AO3.

Summary: Those who rule the world heed no laws but ones set by their gods.

In the wake of their father's reign of terror, Geta and Caracalla find those same gods proving themselves to be a very silent lot.

( in search of divinity )

[mecchantheotaku]

When it comes to Voices designs I have a lot of designs I like but there is one specific trend I am very fond of

I believe in Smol Hunted supremacy.

That is all.

[dollya-robinprotector]

I mentioned this on my pin post, but it won't hurt to emphasize again:

I'm very, very, VERY into INCEST, particularly adopted siblings, siblings, cousins with similar appearances, and especially twin.

Yes, you heard me right.

No, it doesn't mean I'm in love with my irl siblings or cousins, in fact my sister and I share incest fanfics together and squeal together.

No, it doesn't mean I see a pair of twin when I walk outside and immediately think they should fuck. My liking stays on fictional world only.

Yes, this is your sign to unfollow or re-check your blocked-tags list. I will use the tag cw incest, so look out for your own good.

Love ya~✨

[satyrcl]

is all for the game by nora sakavic really that good or are you guys fucking with me

[nostalgiabug]

Snorting Kemono Jihen like the crack it is

This is gonna be broken up into segments about the characters. I am currently reading through the manga but I don't give a crap about spoilers. I'm not gonna talk about the plot, it's largely whatever in my books. Check the tags first.

Kusaka (You cannot kill him in any way that matters) Kabane:

He is an adorable little demon child. As the protagonist the story quite honestly lives or dies on enjoyment of Kabane as a character. And I find it rather impossible to hate this unbothered short king. I like how despite his lack of emoting you can usually tell what's going on with him. It's common in cases like Kabane to make the character a nothing burger and not doing that is surprising for something that got it's start in 2016. Especially in stories like this one that end up having some rather dark moments. Kemono Jihen manages to avoid this by still somehow managing to maintain an uplifting tone.

Kabane is very emotionally stunted and that works for him, if he works is way out of it. The story itself tells you that his lack of emotion is tied directly to his abuse, infact Kabane already has the perfect avenue to explore his lack of emotion aside from extreme outbursts, his kemono half (So this actually happens but my point still stands). Put him more at odds with the part of him that is at it's core predatory, Hell Kabane working through his emotional blindness works as a marker of his progress. Honestly I think he just needs an internal monologue like Loid Forger from Spy X Family or like how Nico Robin has these moments where she pictures the most random thing.

As I see it Kabane is a very strong character that has room to improve. But he doesn't really have to, as it stands he works very well as the character arc bat he is. Now I have this image in my head of Kabane sneaking up on someone with a bat that has the words "Character Arc" on it. (He's gonna beat you to death with it and you will thank him)

Nowaki (Nobimaru should have been like Zuko) Hormramaru:

I like Nobimaru, he's just bastard enough to be enjoyable, like Anya Forger. I swear the Spy X Family references stop here. I will say, I don't like the fact that he's secretly 19. If he was a 13-year old pretending to be an adult, his dynamic the the other characters would become infinitely more interesting. Children tend to see adults as bastions of freedom, which makes the whole pretending to be an adult thing understandable. I imagine Nobimaru being was more childish and silly around Kabane and the kids but presenting his canon personality and age around Inari and the other Kitsune. I would honestly prefer the moments that dynamic would bring about. I can see Kabane just telling Nobimaru that he prefers him the way he is. Not as who he pretends to be. It'd be cute. But at that point Kon becomes entirely pointless and that's fine, I don't really like Kon all that much.

Of course if you are smart you have realized that this would lead to a Zuko Alone arc followed by Nobimaru betraying his mom. Hey if it ain't broke but criminally misunderstood, make it more obvious. Nobimaru is a abuse victim, his mother Inari is abusive as hell. The more I think about this idea, the more interesting it becomes; Kon is Nobimaru, because he hates that he looks like his mother. It adds a very interesting avenue to explore self loathing born of parental abuse, sorta like Nagisa from Assassination Classroom but better. With one simple change he goes from just hating Inari to clearly wanting her to love him, knowing full well she never will. I have more but that may end up being a separate post of unstructured rambling. Or a fic I end up writing it, who knows. (Likely a fic)

Akira (Fuck those are long ass full names that I'm not writing) and Yui:

I don't have any right to speak on sexual assault especially to a child, my abuse was only ever physical and emotional.You have every right to skip Yui's segment if it makes you uncomfortable.I have no intention to judge for not wanting to think about something.

I am not a person who has experienced SA, I have however experienced long term abuse and will be speaking from that perspective. I am not caught up with the manga so feel free correct me if this is wrong. In canon he just sorta gets over it, something that he survived through for most of his life. This was something that made him react with viceral rage at the mere idea of his own brother "helping". And there is no emotional fallout, even just an aversion to physical contact from anyone who isn't Akira would be enough, this pisses me off. I'm gonna be angry for a bit to prove a point; This is a fifteen year old boy who would be a father if not for going fucking psycho after years of abuse. THERE IS NO "JUST GETTING OVER THAT". And then he is written out of the story. I don't like this, it's bad. I would have at the very least put Yui more at odds with the other kids. Yui's aggressively protective of Akira and this plus his trauma would likely make him less trusting.

Akira's delightful, I wish he wasn't a cardboard cutout of what stupid people think boys or, people in general, express gender nonconformity are like. But the author seems to have moved beyond that, from what I can tell. I love how much Akira loves his brother, reminds me of Kari and Tai from the original digimon. I like siblings being comfy. It's nice, it makes me happy to see. I can see Akira as some flavor of trans, it would make a interesting conflict with is brother. But it's not something I would not recommend approaching lightly, given the possibility of making Yui unlikable. I would just make Akira really worried about coming out as trans, only for Yui to just say he didn't want to assume. Or that nothing could change how much Yui loves Akira, that would be adorable.

Inari (All Cops Are Bastards) Yoko:

She's a bitch, she's the villain. She's delightful and I hate her (affectionate). The gold standard really. She's one familiar egomaniac and watching her fail is cathartic as hell, no notes. She is a perfectly shit woman and rather intimidating to boot. I think it's interesting how Nobimaru sometimes emulates her worst aspects, honestly that's something that's worth exploring. She and Inugami are different sides of the same coin, Inugami wants coexistence while she seeks only absolute control. She doesn't care what happens to those she uses but he does. It really speaks to her end goal of becoming the unchallenged empress of japan. (I am convinced that the only reason she even had Nobimaru was just so she could be called a MILF)

Inugami (Serial adopter, seriously he has four kids) Kohachi:

This man is a father of four and the delightfully barbie bitch vampire that he keeps in the closet. I love how scrungally he is. If Inugami was real and I had slightly lower standards, I'd hit on him. There isn't really a lot to him. He's basically got the same thing going on as Kuro from Servamp. That's not a bad thing, it's just I've seen it before. Aside from that, the genuine concern expresses for his kids wasn't something I was expecting. He's manipulative, but in a way that shows his desire to keep people safe. That's a trait worth putting more emphasis on if you intend to write him.

Tademaru (So I'm a Spider Boy, So What?) Shiki

I don't have anything to say about Shiki. He's Bakugo written correctly and I will die on that correct opinion. I think that Aya's canon design should be nuked from orbit, just trust me on this. T-shirt and jeans with front facing pockets, Ta-fucking-da; tomboy without being fucking disgusting. Aya being trans that would have been fun, but just as more of a neutral aside. I think it would be fun if Shiki expressed an interest in being a clothing designer. Aside from that I don't really have anything more to say. OH, I think it would be interesting if Shiki's eyes looked like Kumoku from So, I'm a Spider.

I think it would be fun if he and his sister, as half-Arachne had eyes like these. Look I don't hate how his eyes are normally, but I don't think it's interesting either. Take off his jacket and nothing about Shiki really screams spider person. Also because the name Arachne is greek in origin it would be cool if they had more olive toned skin.

[jtl-fics]

I once again request Math Nerd AU for WIP Wednesday 👀

WIP Wednesday: 11-8-23 (Open) | Math Nerd AU

Cass gets him settled back into bed. He can still hear Richard and Drake arguing over whether or not to call the police. He goes to the door and locks it again once Cass shuts it behind her.

He climbs back into bed and wonders if he can keep the brick as a good luck charm when they're done arguing about what to do with it. He wonders if some past foster kid is planning some revenge fantasy on Drake.

There's a tap on his window and Andrew is alert in an instant as his gaze snaps over to the wall.

[morverenmaybewrites]

do you have any books that really inspired your writing?

Oh man, this one’s a doozy. I have a load of books that inspire my writing! I used to be a voracious reader before the depression got to me, ever since I started on antidepressants, I’ve been making an effort to read a little more. I find that the more I read, the more inspired I am to write. And most of the time, it’s not a single book that inspires me to write, but picking up bits and pieces from the book I’m reading and using it as material in my own writing. Off the top of my head:

I’ve been writing a couple of fics based on the Came Back Wrong trope, which was directly inspired by The Ones Who Come Back Hungry by Amelinda Berube, which is a book about vampires. A Crown of Bone was inspired by A Study in Drowning by Ava Reid, particularly the Angharad parts, and mostly written as a way to cope with the fact that Angharad is not a real book. 🥲

Other times, I read books to better get myself in the headspace of the story I’m writing. In the earlier days of writing The Pizza Delivery Girl’s Survival Guide to Gotham City, I read Jack Ketchum’s The Girl Next Door to get a better perspective on how Jason felt about his scars. I absolutely hated reading that book and I felt dirty the whole time I was reading it. But there was a passage there that really reasonated with me regarding scars—how everything the character had been forced to deal with up until then could have healed and eventually forgotten, but the scar will still be there. And I definitely wrote Jason’s own feelings about his brand with that concept in mind. Another book I didn’t enjoy reading was Naomi’s Room by Denis MacEoin, which I just felt like veered into gross-out territory by the end. But it provided an absolutely chilling portroyal of a parent of a kidnapped child, and I used that to help me write Dick’s parts when he’s thinking about the night Jason got kidnapped.

While writing Pyg’s storyline, I read The Silence of the Lambs by Thomas Harris to get into the proper mindset while writing it.

Another book I read to get the ✨vibes ✨right would be Where I End by Sophie White, a book I found so fascinating that I read it five times last year alone (which is notable because I rarely reread books, even ones I adore like Between Two Fires). It has such a deeply strange and unsettling portrayal of someone who craves intimacy that I’ve been meaning to use it as inspiration when writing about characters who may also crave for intimacy in strange and unsettling ways, if only because they’ve never known anything else (Gaara or Kakashi from Naruto being the prime candidates for this).

Finally, I think a book that left a big mark on me was Let the Right One In by John Ajvide Lindqvist. For a long time, it was THE definitive favorite (now it shares the spot with Between Two Fires). There’s a lot in the book about loneliness and isolation, and I find that I gravitate a lot towards books with those themes having a lot of experience with it in my own life. Perhaps it’s the ace/demiace in me, but I often find myself shying away from describing attractive characters in overly long and flowery prose, because I don’t conflate physical traits with being attractive.

I find that this line from Let the Right One In perfectly describes how one can be made beautiful not because of the way they look, but because of the way we look at them:

“For a few seconds Oskar saw through Eli's eyes. And what he saw was... himself. Only much better, more handsome, stronger than what he thought of himself. Seen with love.”

This one has definitely inspired how I write attraction between characters. Particularly the “you were quite pretty when you smiled” line, but it’s a running theme in all of my writing.

[enhanced-operatives-division]

Junicrane/Starstruck Ramble

I will not be brief, all under the cut

To clear some things right off the bat:

No corpse, no proof with Juniper. Obligatory this is set in a canon where he's alive and adjacent to the agency in some way.

Reggie & Juniper are just gay to me, but I don't mind any interpretation of their sexuality

The games are set in 1967/68 to me (based on a couple bits in game) which is before it was legal to be gay in America at least (1971), which is relevant to how I interpret canon as being somewhat grounded in reality, despite unrealistic elements.

This is just an insane amount of headcanons/elements of and AU all culminated into one post. I will talk about some headcanons like they're just facts because they are established in my head, and it saves me over explaining literally everything, however I will explain some parts a little bit for clarity.

Alright. Actual beginning of the ramble:

Juniper is a character to me who had gotten so lost in his job as an actor and a social presence that in the end his whole life revolved around that 'role'. Because of this, by the time he's put into the situation where he's around the Agency, he basically knows nothing about himself, though he doesn't realise at first. Furthermore, what little identity he had has changed in so many ways. He's no longer a beloved famous actor in the prominence of public light, he's legally dead and he tarnished his career just before he was supposed to die, with the bonus of that making him lose the majority of his estate. From that, he also has horrific facial scarring from the electrical burns from literally having his face fried. I believe a friend of mine made a post about this a while ago (I also think they were the first to think it up also), but, to me, Juniper has a permanent trimmer in his right arm (aka his dominant hand) from the electrical current and it is messing with his nervous system.

All in all, he's not doing great, but he's too proud to admit that he's not doing great, because if anything, what's left of his ego is all he has as a defense since he's deep in unfamiliar water.

Before ending up around the agency (I have multiple interpretations of this, so I'm just going to bring it up generally), he'd never actually seen Reggie, and his only impression of him is a single voicemail, which was his only reference he had to later impersonate him. Juniper probably has very little feelings other than the ones he projects onto him because of Phoenix and that, at the very least, he's physically attracted to Reggie to some degree (that's like the beginning of how everything else would tumble into place in this sort of interpretation at least).

And on Crane's side? His feelings towards Juniper are probably very intense and muddled. On the one hand, he adores musical theatre, and that's his now ex-favourite actor. The thought of just casually being around him blows the bit of fanboy in him away at first because THAT'S the GUY, plus the inklings of a celebrity crush which still poke at him. And then there's the rational side of him, which knows Juniper has committed absolute atrocities on the side of Zoraxis, and hates him for that. Then there's how much Juniper comes off as an asshole at first because he refuses to cooperate with anything the Agency tried to put in place. He finds Juniper endlessly frustrating, and yet he's stuck working with him since, afterall, he's the one who knows the Agency's history with Juniper the best. I imagine him acting a lot like how he does IEYTD 1 around Juniper.

At this point, I'm just describing the pitch for a romcom.

I think the start of their relationship with one another largely started with Juniper trying to wind Crane up. It was a way of getting his attention, and I don't think Juniper knows why he's so dead set on that at first, because I don't think he realises he has a crush on 'this grump' at first. (I think that's actually the fun part about these two, because it's almost like a role reversal of the celebrity crush dynamic. This ex-big name actor has a TERRIBLE crush on an average joe and it is KILLING HIM.) But of course the Agency keeps them together because Juniper is at least conversing with Crane, so it's a start.

Through one way or another, they actually get talking casually, at least mildly at first. It takes Juniper a long time to fully deconstruct the wall he's built, and the thing is, Crane isn't the one trying to deconstruct it, at least at first, because yeah, Juniper realises if he wants Reggie to actually like him in any way, he can't keep winding him up. So they talk. Small talk at first, something rhythmic and almost easy to keep to a script. And over time that turns into actual conversations. Genuine ones in which Reggie rips out the occasional one of his jokes which Juniper is endlessly endeared about. The way he smiles just before he makes them, like he wants to chuckle at what he's about to say before he says it. That's probably when Juniper realised that he does have some vague crush on him, and that it wasn't going away.

This is what kickstarts John I can't-buy-you-things-to-impress-you-so-acts-of-service-it-is Juniper to do little things for him. It mostly starts off as him trying to make Reggie his tea how he likes it. However, the nerve damage in his arm makes that hard, as the weight of the kettle and trying to pour is hard all of a sudden. And he refuses to accept that, so he tries for a very long while. Long enough that Crane would go to investigate what was going on. And when he does see Juniper leaning over a cup with the kettle as he uneasily tries to pour it, and when Crane asks Juniper responds so matter-of-fact that his intention is nothing but genuine. And it catches Reggie off guard because Juniper hadn't done anything like that up to that point, and his very apparent vulnerability is so clearly on show.

It shifts something between them.

From that point on, conversations are longer, more familiar. Both of their attitudes soften, and Reggie makes more jokes. Juniper learns how to better use his left hand while strengthening his right back to a point where it could be used again. Slowly, they're both spending time with one another not because they have to, but just because they can. Little bits at first, not too far outside what they already were doing, but those little bits turned into long bits to a point where the other person's company was genuinely desirable.

As time passes, Juniper probably realises that he doesn't genuinely know much about himself or what hobbies he's into, because he never really had the time when he got big, and his home life in his youth wasn't bad, but it wasn't picturesque. I think Reggie would pick up on it, and absolutely try to introduce him to some things he's into. Some things stick, other things don't (corn husking very much stays Reggie's passion, and John will go with him sometimes because it's him, but it's not something he strongly cares for). Crane introduces him to a lot of music, and it's something that becomes a staple between them, with tracks they listen to more than others (tragically, I know relatively little about 60s music so I couldn't really say what). Occasionally they dance, never anything intense, think slow dancing, but the closeness is nice.

Through all of it, Juniper is battling the worst crush of his life, and he can't stand it, because I think he struggles to read people since he doesn't have anything like a script or a director to refer back to, so he has no idea if Reggie likes him back or if he's just desperate for that to be true. I think because of that any sort of confession between them would be incredibly raw, not only because of the time they live in making it hard for them to be truthful about how they love, but because it's a complete show of Juniper who's worked to be this better person. I don't exactly know how that would go, mainly because I don't have one set version of their dynamic, this post is just a generalisation of main consistent points.

Reggie does like him back, because he's gotten used to Juniper being just this guy, not a figure in the public eye, not a Zoraxis lackey, and not any sort of Agency operative (despite being under their care to some degree). He's someone he genuinely cares for, because they've given one another the time of day to learn one another, and I think because Reggie was a field agent, he was a lot better at reading Juniper than Juniper was at reading him. Eventually Juniper's company becomes something he could see around him for the rest of his life, and I think he accepts that he likes Juniper a lot more gracefully.

I think any affection directed at Juniper would at first be met with him feeling a little muddled. Reggie was a very physically affectionate person when he could be, and sure the initial flirting with one another came with the occasional little touches, but everything now was so deeply intentional. I also don't think Juniper would almost ever get over the novelty of being able to kiss him, or many other gestures, because it made the fact that they were together so very real, and it was great. I do think it comes easier to Reggie, and it's a big way of showing how much he cares, so it's important for Juniper to try and show it back because he knows how much it means to the other.

I like the idea of them eventually living with one another, too. I think Juniper would have always had a quiet little daydream of sorts where he does just live a domestic quiet life, and he can with Reggie (well, as close as they can get between the Agency and Zoraxis always being at odds), and he loves that, and he loves him, and it's immense.

I think they cook for one another a lot, it helps Juniper work on his dexterity in a controlled environment, which means a lot because it's a huge point of insecurity (that and his scars). He does improve, and Crane is proud of that and shows it and it's great. I also think they'd probably cook together too, because they can deal with being in the kitchen together and they work well with one another. It's probably a good way for them to unwind because over time they can do it in relative silence.

As I said before, I also think music is a staple in their household, and that Reggie listens to things on vinyl almost all of the time because he likes the background noise. Sometimes Juniper will catch him chuntering along to the music which he finds endlessly endearing. I wouldn't put it past his dramatic ass to also join in to fluster Reggie, but I also don't think Reggie would mind that terribly because Juniper has listened to the music enough to know the lyrics, and that's huge to him.

I don't think they are without rough patches, no relationship is, but I think the good part about them is that they're willing to talk about it (... eventually). They're used to long conversations, and while they're often less fun conversations, they're needed and they know that, and it works out.

Alright. I think I'm done for now. I haven't mentioned everything, but this definitely got the worst of it out of my system. If you ever want to hear any specific thoughts my ask box is open but other than that, behold my general dynamic for these two which has been festering in my head for years. I think they're great

[cursedvessels]

open to all !! pre-established relationship: friend, acquaintance, staff at the circus, circus attendee, etc -> open to ideas ! plot: shimi's being unusually quiet, deflective, a bit of turmoil slipping through his so sunny façade, it's obvious something's bothering em and your muse is determined to get to the bottom of it

"I'm fine," Shimi states plainly, flashing an unconvincing smile to the other. Eyes narrow a little thoughtfully, though they keep that smile plastered to their lips as they sit up a little straighter. They straighten their jacket next, shifting a little in their seat--perhaps uncomfortable with the topic of conversation being turned on em.

"Why do you ask? And keep asking?" There is no hostility or frustration in eir words, merely curiosity and mild confusion, perhaps even a bit of worry. Did e seem unhappy?

"Is my answer not to your liking?"

[jtl-fics]

hello, due to timezones being messy and me always forgetting about that i missed the asking window on the last several wipws:( so now im here to ask, math nerd pretty please<3

WIP Wednesday - 11-1-23 (Closed) | Math Nerd AU

"I'm fine." Andrew says despite his still racing heart. Relief is a powerful drug.

Cass looks at him and her eyes drop to his bedding for a moment before looking back up at him, "That's good." she says genuine relief in her voice.

"Someone threw a brick through our front window!" Andrew hears Richard exclaim in shock.

Andrew climbs out of bed and makes sure to keep his distance from Drake especially when he can feel the man's gaze heavy on his shoulders as he comes into the living room.

The front bay window is shattered.

[xxlea-nardoxx]

"Said you wanna see my bad side. No, I don't think you wanna know what that's like."

I'm weirdly obsessed with creepy Don. It started with him being a horror fan, then his creepily glowing eyes from that potion and now I imagine him getting all scary, when you get on his bad side and truly piss him off.