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I don’t know why but I got this idea in my head of Cater’s sisters being really into Ace’s brother. Maybe because I got Cater and Ace mixed up all the time when I first saw the character designs for TW.

Ah, yes. Putting more Heartslabyul boys in familial crises with the fear that their own [relative] may start a relationship with a [relative] of a classmate (the last one was Mrs. Spade + "Silver's dad") :)) That's been my favorite thing to write lately, lol

I wrote Cater’s sisters with the concept of bubbly, sociable girls and gyaru fashion/subculture in mind. There's a lot of "like" and "totally" in their vocabular! Ace's brother is 7 years older than him, so in my head I'm placing the Diamond sisters around that ballpark too. (We don’t actually know what the age difference between the Diamond siblings are, nor do we know that much about the character of the sisters other than having girlish interests and being somewhat bossy with Cater.)

Family means Nobody is Left Behind or Forgotten.

Head-turning was an understatement for the effect the Diamond sisters had on NRC’s general populace. The gemstone of their surname might have implied elegance in the right context—but they were more the gaudy kind of jewels, shining so brightly it was difficult to ignore them.

The Diamond sisters dressed loudly, talked loudly, and lived, laughed, and loved loudly. It earned them no shortage of strange looks and stares. Attention, but not the good kind.

The cards that Cater held so close to his chest threatened to slip out from between his fingers and scatter. Putting on an act was one thing—but when his sisters were present? A whole different act to balance.

People looked too closely. They wondered. All things he worked so tirelessly to avoid.

His house of cards threatened to topple.

“Is this really your dorm?” one sister gushed, disrupting Cater’s thoughts.

She gazed at the red roses that wreathed the lounge. Cards were also strung above to give the illusion of floating down. Suspended clocks ticking away the time, racking up the seconds.

“Heartslabyul’s, like, so aesthetically pleasing!” the other sister declared. “It’s like I just walked straight into a viral Magicam pic.”

“Yup, it’s my dorm alright!” Cater said quickly, careful to not let his smile falter. “Hey, if you like Heartslabyul, then we should check out the other six dorms too. You might find a place that vibes with you even more!”

“Really? But I wanna soak up the atmosphere of your dorm first!!” The first sister fell back into a quilted couch with a pout.

The second shook her head and tutted. “Let’s stop and smell the roses, okay, Cay-Cay?”

“Eeeeh? That’s easy for you two to say… I kinda get tired of smelling roses all day myself. Don't 'cha find it a little stifling? There are other places we could hang."

His sisters looked at him incredulously, neither of them willing to budge. He had feared this--their headstrongness had been the cause of many disputes as children.

"Maybe we could hit up the gardens then?" Cater offered, changing up his tactics. "It's so big, and there's so much to see there! Lots of 'cammable spots! We could spend all afternoon wandering it and getting lost~"

Hopefully out of sight for the entire day. It was more energy than he had hoped to expend, but it was a concession Cater was forced to make.

At this, the Diamond sisters leapt up excitedly.

"Omg, pics with floral backgrounds are like, SO hot right now. It's the season for it!"

“Is there a flower archway? Or a trellis we could pose in front of?”

“All that and more!“ Cater beamed and gestured to the open door. It led into a twisting hallway, checkered in black and white squares. When he looked to his sisters, he mustered all the eagerness he could. “Come on, let’s shake a leg and check it out!”

“What, you’re checking me out?”

“… Eh?” Cater whipped back to the doorway.

A man was now there, casually leaning against the frame. He wore a confident grin on his handsome face, poised with the laidback sort of swagger of a street-smart alleycat.

Riddle would have blown a fuse at how he dressed—his vest was open, his shirt wasn’t fully tucked in, nor full buttoned. His tie was loose too, and tossed over the shoulder… and, worst of all, he had the same impish glitter in his cherry eyes as Ace did. Double trouble, it seemed.

“I didn’t think my lil’ bro’s classmates would be so into me,” the Ace-like man joked.

Cater blinked as realization kicked in. “Eh, could it be that you’re Ace-chan’s…”

Right on cue, the first year in question popped up from around the corner. He crammed himself in the doorway with his brother with a groan.

“Would it kill you to wait up for me?!” Ace cried indignantly. “Just cuz you’re visiting your alter mater doesn’t mean you can ditch me to run off and do whatever!”

“Can’t help it if you still can’t outrun me,” his brother smirked. “Maybe you oughta work out some more.”

“Yeah, right! You just got a head-start is all. I bet I’m WAY more in shape than you are!”

Yup, that pretty much confirms it… They argue like siblings—I’d know it anywhere.

"I didn’t know your brother would be dropping in," Cater began. Rapt gasps cut off the rest of his thought.

“O. M. G.”

The blood in Cater’s veins ran cold. He didn’t need to look to know that something had completely entranced his sisters.

They were both suddenly on either side of Cater, sandwiching him between them. "Cay-kun, who’s this cutie?! Where have you been hiding him?"

For once in his life, he was at a total loss for words. Cater stared pleadingly at Ace, his puppy dog eyes (a technique he had learned from many fake Magicam apology vids) on full blast.

The first year wiggled his brows at Cater, then strolled forward. He slicked hair back with both hands (he had seen it once in a movie) and made what he probably thought was an attractive expression. “Ladies, ladies! I know I'm hot stuff! No need to clamor, there’s plenty of me to go around.”

The Diamond sisters flew right by him, snubbing the boy.

"... Huh?"

Both Cater and Ace gawked as the girls clustered around the older of the Trappola brothers. One sister took hold of his right arm, the other, the left, in a desperate bid for his attention. The Diamond sisters giggled coquettishly, batting their eyes at Ace's brother and toying with locks of their hair.

"Hey, cutie~ You free right now? Cuz we totes are!"

"Let's ditch our bros and get to know each other better! You're, like, def our type."

"Oh, you've got to be kiddin' me," Ace groaned, face-palming.

His brother smiled languidly and shrugged. "Sorry, my dude. I can't help being a chick magnet. Better luck next time."

"You don't sound very sorry about it!!"

"What else is a guy supposed to do in a situation like this? I'll make it up to you somehow, promise!"

"Aw, you care about your little bro's feelings? I love that," one of the Diamond sisters swooned, a hand to her forehead.

"Hot and considerate? He's the total package!" The other traced a light circle on his chest, a longing sigh drawn out from between her lips.

"Oh, BARF." Ace yanked on Cater's sleeve, demanding, "Uh, a little help here, Cater-senpai?! You CAN'T be okay with this, right?"

"Eeeh, you seriously want me to get in the way of true love, Ace-chan?" he pulled back, both hands up--distancing himself from the situation. "Sorry, but I'm not up for it."

"Oh, come on! True love, my ass! You're fine with your sisters peacing out on you to flirt and make goo-goo eyes?!"

"Honestly, whatever keeps them out of my hair~" Cater replied with a mischievous wink. "And besides, I don't want to deal with the potential fallout if they kick up a fuss about it. Haven't you ever heard of 'hell hath no fury like a woman scorned'?"

With a grin, the third year wrangled his junior by the shoulder and brought him close. "I should actually be thanking you, Ace-chan! You got me out of a real tight pinch there~"

“Yeah, and now you put me in a pinch!” he groused back, shoving Cater away. There was no shame to his senior’s smile, only smug satisfaction. “Traitor!”

“Geez, that’s mean of you to say. I didn’t ever promise you anything, did I? We just happened to cross paths and things worked out in my favor 🎵”

"Well thanks for NOTHING, then!"

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Twisted Minds: Act II- Chapter Twenty Yakimono

TW: Crime scenes, Gore, Implied Death, Death, Talks of Attempted Murder/Assassination, Cannibalism, Framing, Guns, Prosthetics

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VIRGINIA BARN - NIGHT-

A nascent crime scene. Work lights and flashing neons. COPS' and FBI AGENTS' breath frosting the cold air. An AMBULANCE is exiting. It drives toward us, revolving lights FILL FRAME.

JACK CRAWFORD standing With Y/N trying to comfort him, haunted, watching

the ambulance drive away.

BAU - EVIDENCE PROCESSING - NIGHT-

Miriam is still being processed – DIRT is scraped from beneath the nails of her right hand.

Her BLOOD slowly fills a test tube. Each time the evidence is put into bags, onto slides and labeled. “...I was so wrong…”

FBI - MIRIAM LASS'S DORM - NIGHT-

Abrupt silence. Miriam sits, staring into middle distance. Hear the slow THUD of her HEARTBEAT. The AMBIENT HUM of her CIRCULATORY SYSTEM. She finds her left arm resting on her knee, the round, smooth oddness of the stump where her left arm should be...

And, finally, her eyes, lashes in FOCUS as we see TEARS slowly bud and build on them.

“Thank you.” Finally, Miriam looks at Jack with her. There is belief and gratitude. Her voice raspy and low: “I knew you'd never stop looking…” She smiles softly, the sight haunting. “Can I see him?” She asks gently, “Who?” Jack says as he Furrows his brows in confusion. “The Ripper.” She says nervously, “We haven't caught the Ripper.” Her stomach plunges, helpless, frustrated, scared. “He's still--?”

“We need your help, Miriam. You know who he is.” Jack says Grimmly, “I don't. Know who he is.” She says choking on her own words, she thought they found her beacuse they caught him. Poor Miriam. “You found him.”

“I don't remember finding him. He got inside my head.”

“Do you remember being taken?”

“I remember a dream about drowning. Then being awake. And not awake. Being myself, and not myself. I remember I could smell salt air. We were by the sea. For weeks. Months. Longer. Days and evenings blurred, I'd wake up to the smell of fresh flowers and the sting of a needle. I wasn't afraid. Fear and pain were so far away, on the horizon, but not close. Never close.” She says so terrorized by what she knew she couldn't remember, it frustrated her.

“I was reckless with your life.” Jack says as he lets his head drop sadly, “I was reckless with my life.” Miriam responds trying to make jack feel as though its not his fault. Because it’s not. Its not his fault for His Wife’s attempted suicide, Beverly’s death, Miriam’s kidnapping, Will’s imprisonment, Y/N and Hannibal’s Attemped Assasination. None of it ws ever His fault.

“I saw what I needed in you and I used you. I let you break the rules on my behalf while I hid behind deniability.” Jack says He believes everything is his fault.

“Please, Agent Crawford. Don't apologize to me for my mistakes. He treated me very well until the end. Until he put me in the ground. Even when he took my arm. He told me what he was going to do. I went to sleep. I woke up, it was gone. Said he was giving it to you.” Miriam says with wide eyes gazing down on the floor. “Did he tell you why?”

“He said he wanted to give you hope.”

“Can you identify him?”

“I could hear his voice. I couldn't see his face. All I could see......was light.”

“Why didn't he kill you, Miriam? Why were you spared?” Jack asks curiously. “I wasn't spared. He was just saving me for last.” Miriam says with a Grim look.

BAU - INTERROGATION ROOM - DAY-

ALANA BLOOM and Y/N L/N are with HANNIBAL in the small room with the TWO-

WAY MIRROR. “They- I found a witness. A survivor. The only victim of the Chesapeake Ripper who lived to tell.” I say looking at him seriously. I focus on my breathing to keep me grounded at the moment. “Is this witness watching me now?” Hannibal asks, looking me in the eyes, then turns to Alana. “Yes.”

”It seems I am the usual suspect.” Hannibal sighs, “I keep having angry, imaginary conversations with Jack Crawford about that. I wish I could tell you why this is happening.” Alana says as Hannibal looks to the glass. “I don't think even Jack can tell me why. His witness must not be able to identify the Ripper by sight.” Hannibal stands and approaches the glass.

“Jack wants them to hear my voice. Otherwise, I'd be in here alone. Still, I appreciate your company.” Hannibal says politely, Miriam Won’t ID him. He’s too clever for that. He won’t let himself be caught unless that's specifically what he wants. It's genius.

“There's new evidence in Will's case. Evidence he didn't commit the crimes he was accused of. Will's innocent, Hannibal.” I say promptly, Glad He’ll be out. Ready to actually see him. “He's not innocent of trying to kill me. And he's not innocent of what is happening here.” He says almost Curtly, My head bows.

“He thinks you're the Ripper.” Alana says Sadly, I understand why she’s so upset. I’m not. I know what he is. Who he is and what he has done. And for some reason. It doesnt scare me one bit. It’s a Little Exciting? No- I- I dont know. Hannibal approaches the glass “He's no longer alone in that.”

BSHCI - CELL BLOCK/WILL GRAHAM'S CELL - DAY-

Dr. Chilton limps toward Will's cell. As he approaches the last cell on the left, WILL is standing in the middle of his cage. He's no longer wearing his prison jumpsuit; he's wearing civilian clothes.

“This is very sudden.” Will says with a quick downturn of his Lips. “The federal prosecutor has dropped all charges. Since you weren't convicted of killing anyone, the basis for your sentencing to this institution is null and void. The Chesapeake Ripper has set you free.” Chilton speaks Quickly and does not miss a beat. “You're my psychiatrist, you could have kept me here if you wanted.”

“I'd love nothing more than to see you trade places with Dr. Lecter.”

“Now that's a prize patient.” Dr. Chilton waves his cane at the CCTV CAMERA. A moment, then Will Graham's cell door OPENS. Will steps out. “You may have been exonerated, but Hannibal Lecter has yet to be incriminated. Which means, there's a cannibal on the loose. I have no intention of ending up on his menu.”

“Then confess, Frederick. Might be the only thing saves your life.” They start down the hall.

“Confess to what?” Chilton inquires, “Confess to bonding with Hannibal Lecter over your mutual practice of unorthodox therapies. Dr. Lecter with me. You with Abel Gideon.” Will says as the men both walk towards his freedom. “Abel Gideon has been playing his own game. Was wheeled out of that hospital by the Chesapeake Ripper. Curious what bargain they struck.” “There's no bargaining with smoke. Gideon's dead. You're next.”

“Unless I unburden myself?” Chilton asks incredulously. “Confession's good for the soul. Shine a light on your relationship with Hannibal Lecter. He works in the shadows. Deny them to him. Tell Jack Crawford everything.” Will says with the raise of his brows.

“So if Hannibal kills me, he'll look more suspicious? Or are you simply suggesting I kill my career before Hannibal can kill me?” Chilton asks confused, “I'm suggesting you convince Jack Crawford however you can. Like your life depends on it.” The gate BUZZES, OPENS. As Will steps through, Chilton asks: “Why didn't Hannibal just kill you? Or Y/N?”

“Because he wants to be our friend.”

BSHCI - THERAPY HALL - DAY-

Will comes through the doors under the guards' pulpit and into the main hall. Sunlight shines through the windows, creating shafts of light and shadow. Will walks toward freedom, pausing to look at the brutal THERAPY CAGES where he spent so much time. Walking down the hall, through the pools of light, he realizes Y/N is waiting for him, standing near the base of the stairs. Will stops short. His Breathing stops. He hasnt seen her since he was told she was Almost Murdered.

“You need a ride?” I smile softly, I pull at my long sleeves to keep my still bandaged wrists covered. He steps in front of me, takes my face in his hands. He lets out a shuddering breath as he pulls me into a hug. “I’m so glad you’re okay.” He sighs into my hair. I rub his back soothingly. “I’m glad to see you out of there.” I say as I reluctantly pull away from the hug after a moment.

I open my passenger door and gesture for him come. “Come on Lets not keep jack waiting for us” I smile. Once he’s in the car I round to the drivers side and get in. Seat belts on and ready to go. I pull out of the parking lot and get on the long road back. “Care you know I-” “I know you didn’t order for me to be killed. Matthew Brown said it himself. And you would never hurt me.” I place one of my hands on his.

“What happened anyway?” He asks curiously, I take a deep breath. “He knocked me out with a tranquilizer outside of my car as i was leaving our last visit…..When i woke up I was Bleeding Heavily, My clothes had been changed. My thighs and my Wrists had deep lacerations. My head was pounding. I was told he kicked me. I still had my gun. So I stood up dazed, i drew my gun. And i killed him. Point blank. Next thing was told to me. I collasped to the floor and sent in an ambulance in critical condition.” I Shiver at the thought. I feel him squeeze my hand. I give him a sad smile.

“I’m so sorry” He says softly, “Its okay. I’m just glad your back”

VIRGINIA BARN - CISTERN ROOM - DAY-

The basement is lit by work lights creating eerie shadows across a large, coffin-sized FREEZER. A RACK OF LARGE GLASS SLIDES, like the ones that encased Beverly Katz, lines a wall near the BUZZ SAW that sliced her into vertical slabs. For a BRIEF MOMENT, Will sees BEVERLY'S REFLECTION in a pane of glass. He averts eyes inadvertently toward a kill room.

Linoleum is rolled out on the wooden floor to give a cleanable surface. Centered on it is an AUTOPSY TABLE, stainless steel picking up highlights, a drain running around the sides -- a pipe running into a vat beneath. A roll of KNIVES and SURGICAL INSTRUMENTS upon it. Will eyes several heavy GLASS JARS filled with BLOOD resting on another table.

“It's Beverly Katz's blood. He drained her before he froze her. Before he cut into her.” I say as I look around the uneasy basement that housed the souls of many lost.

Bunches of DYING FLOWERS, VINES and BRANCHES are on the autopsy table, coiled in a withering mass. Will looks at the file as Jack and I walk him through the space, toward a pair of raised CISTERN OPENINGS.

“The Chesapeake Ripper's most-recent victim drowned in this cistern. The water in his lungs led us here.” Jack says as he looks into one of the two cisterns, black water halfway up its walls. Above each cistern, a BLOCK AND TACKLE hangs from a hook in the ceiling. Jack moves to the dry cistern.

“We found Miriam down there.” I say softly, remembering the thank you she had given me. “She believes the Ripper brought her here to kill her. He was saving her to be his last victim. He

knows we're close to catching him.” Jack says, It’s laughable that Jack thinks He’d let us catch him. We’ll know who he is yes. But Catch Him? No. Not unless thats specifically what he wants.

“He's been caught before. Catch a fish once and it gets away, it's a lot harder to catch a second time.” Will says as Jack watches Him as he surveys the room. Will Graham takes a breath, exhales, then closes his eyes.

A PENDULUM It swings in the darkness of Will Graham’s mind, keeping rhythm with his heartbeat. FWUM. FWUM. “Let’s do what we do best…” I whisper softly to him. His eyes are closed. The PENDULUM is now outside his head. It swings behind Will and Y/N, Jack Crawford recedes into the shadows. FWUM. The PENDULUM swings on the other side of the

room, disappearing evidence markers and work lights. FWUM. The dying flowers, vines and branches on the table REJUVENATE and BLOOM ANEW, restored to a fresh state of life.

The crime scene has now been decriminalized in Will's head. Will opens his eyes to DARKNESS.

HANNIBAL LECTER'S OFFICE (WILL'S POV)-

the TREE MAN in full bloom, in front of Will, rooted to the floor of Hannibal's office. Tree Man's

branches grow, reaching out of him and stretching to the ceiling. Will takes it all in. “I sewed the seeds and watched them grow. I cultivated a long chain of events leading to this. This, all of this, has been my design.” A dramatic THEATER CURTAIN closes on the proscenium arch of Hannibal's office.

VIRGINIA BARN - CISTERN ROOM - DAY-

Will glances down at the cistern. “It's theater.” I say as Will unceremoniously closes the cistern lid. The irony really. I grew up on stage, I stopped performing when I moved in with Uncle Stephen. But Hannibal seems to keep dragging me on for an encore. We’re all Actors in a meticulously written Play.

“Every time the Chesapeake Ripper kills, it's theater.” Jack says tiredly, “The Chesapeake Ripper didn't bring Miriam here to kill her. He brought her here for you to find.” Will says as he comes up behind me, his hand grazing my lower back. “The Ripper isn't self-destructive. He doesn't want to get caught.”

“He wants you to catch someone. Like he wanted you to catch me. Somewhere, in all this evidence, you'll find something that will lead you away from Hannibal Lecter.” Will says, causing me to actually laugh. “Miriam Lass already has.” Jack says, I place a hand over my face still silently laughing.

“Two years is a long time to have Hannibal in your head. You can't trust her, Jack. You can't trust

any of this to be what it seems.” I say that warningly. Jack Crawford considers that warning...

WILL GRAHAM'S HOUSE - DAY-

The house sits nestled amidst bare trees and snow. Silence. Will walks up to the porch,

enjoying the crunch of fresh snow underfoot. The door OPENS revealing Y/N inside. She barely has time to greet Will before THE DOGS squeeze past her. Will rushes to meet them as they bound up to him, and he is engulfed in their unbridled joy. He drops to his knees in the snow as he pets them. I cannot help but smile.

“Welcome home.” I say softly, “Thank you. Thank you for taking care of them. They seem happy.”

“Happy to see you.” Will is momentarily overwhelmed with the dogs swarming around him, each wanting to greet and lick. He notices a NEW DOG. “Who's this?”

“‘Luna. She's mine. She’s my second. I rescued her.” I attach a lead to Luna's collar. “Picking up some of my bad habits?”

“Picking up your good habits…..” I sigh “Will. I- I know about Hannibal. And I knew about Abigail. And I knew something was wrong with you. I know so much more than I let on-” I say with a shaky tone, “Y/N. I know. I knew you knew. And I know it’s hard.” Will stands up and Holds me as I cry softly in his arms.

“Will?” I lift my head from his chest. “Hmm?” He asks as he looks down at me.

“Did you really order for Hannibal’s death?” I ask as I look into his eyes. He takes a deep breath and continues to look at me. “Y/N….”

“Something’s changed within you. You used to be terrified of yourself, so unsure. But now you- you make definitive decisions and have motives behind them. Will-” He cups my face with one of his hands. “Y/N. You are Brilliant and Gorgeous. And you Think like no one else does. But we both know What Hannibal is. And I won't risk Him hurting you or worse.”

FBI - MIRIAM LASS'S DORM - DAY-

Miriam's hands as she scratches her prosthesis. “Are you an FBI agent?” Will and Y/N are in the room with Miriam. “She is. I used to teach at the Academy. Two days ago, I was an inmate at the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane. Courtesy of the Chesapeake Ripper.” Will says as he sits in front of Her.

“The Guru told me the only people who demonstrated any practical understanding of the Ripper are you two. Didn't mention you were a victim.” Miriam says confused, i raise an eyebrow; “The Guru?”

“Jack Crawford. We called him the Guru. He has a peculiar cleverness.”

“The Guru tells me you don't remember much about what the Chesapeake Ripper did to you. I couldn't remember either.”

“Couldn't?”

“I remember now. Not all of it. Pieces. I was under his influence. The Chesapeake Ripper used some kind of light to induce seizure responses in my brain. He created blackouts and lost time.”

Miriam quietly breathes, struggling with the familiarity of what Will is telling her. Her voice is just above a whisper. In the safety of the FBI, it's still terrifying to recall.

“I remember the light. He always stood in front of it, at a distance from me, silhouetted, very still.” The CHAMBER MUSIC, heard earlier, begins to fill her mind. “Like we were in the garden of the hurricane's eye. He would play chamber music. I still hear it.” Will reacts, hearing the familiar haunting SOLO CELLO that plagued his own nightmares rising in his ears.

HANNIBAL LECTER'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - NIGHT -

Hannibal comes into the dark room. Moves toward the refrigerator. Stops. Lifts his nose to the air. “The same unfortunate aftershave. Too long in the bottle.” Hannibal opens the refrigerator door and the light illuminates a gun pointed at his head, Will Graham behind it. “Our last kitchen conversation was interrupted by Jack Crawford. I'd like to pick up where we left off. If memory serves, you were asking me if it'd feel good to kill you.”

“You've given that some thought.” Hannibal says as he fully Turns to Will.“You wanted me to embrace my nature, doctor. Just following the urges I kept down for so long, cultivating them as the inspirations they are.”

“You never answered my question. How would killing me make you feel?”

“Righteous.”

“Aren't you curious, Will? Why you? Why Miriam Lass? What does the Chesapeake Ripper want with you?”

“You tell me. How did Miriam Lass find you? You made sure no one could find you that way again.” Hannibal looks past the gun barrel, into Will's eyes. “If I'm not the Ripper, you murder an innocent man. You better than anyone know what it is to be wrongly accused. You were innocent, Will, and no one saw it.”

“Y/N saw it and I'm not innocent. You saw to that.” Will says with a dark tone. Y/N was right, Will had definitely changed.

“If I am the Ripper and you kill me, who will answer your questions? Don't you want to know how it ends?” Will doesn't respond, he just slowly steps backward into the shadows, disappearing into darkness. HANNIBAL watches the space where Will stood.

HANNIBAL LECTER'S OFFICE - DAY -

Miriam looks at Jack, who nods at her, and she moves around the room. Hannibal's very aware of this, sensing an agenda. “I would have been happy to come to your office, Jack.”

“I wanted to do this here.” Jack says seriously. “I'm sure you have your reasons.”

Miriam crosses to the table with Hannibal's drawings. In a conscious repeat, Hannibal steps behind Miriam as she leafs through his drawings. HANNIBAL looms over her shoulder. “These are beautiful. Yours?” Miriam picks up a PORTRAIT DRAWING and studies it. “I enjoy portraiture. A subject's mental processes betrayed only by the expression on their face.”

“Miriam, I thought Dr. Lecter could be helpful during your recovery.” Jack says to Hannibal as He stares at the pair. “The most-important aspect of a successful recovery is recognizing that life will never be the same.” Hannibal says to The F.B.I Agents. “Then I'm well on my way to a successful recovery.” Miriam says with a cautious sarcasticness. “The Chesapeake Ripper sent me a message from you. It was recorded shortly after you were taken.” Jack explains to her.

“It's me? My voice?”

“Yes. I debated whether I should play it for you. Still debating.”

“I want to hear it.” He presses "play." she listens to her terrified voice. Jack watches Hannibal watching her, steely. “Jack... Jack, it's Miriam. I don't know where I am. I can't see anything. I was so wrong. Please, Jack. I don't wanna die like this.” Tears well in Miriam's eyes as the message cuts out. She remains quiet for a long moment, reeling, finally: “I don't remember it.” Miriam's hand absently scratches against her prosthetic.

“Would you like to try?” We HEAR the ambient noise of Miriam's breathing, heartbeat and circulatory system. EERIE CHORUS OF VOICES “You're waking now. Waking, calm. Waking in a pleasant room. Safe.” The CHORUS OF VOICES unifies into a single voice: “Open your eyes.”

HANNIBAL LECTER'S OFFICE - DAY-

The drapes are drawn and the room is dark. Miriam now sits opposite Hannibal. A METRONOME and LIGHT pulsing between them. Jack stands behind Hannibal, in the shadows. We hear a phone line RINGING, waiting for the line to pick up.

She holds a phone to her cheek, the light of the keypad the only source of illumination. The PHONE CONTINUES TO RING until an automated answer: “Jack Crawford.” Then a BEEP tells us to leave a message.

Jack watches Miriam, over Hannibal, from the shadows. Hating this. Miriam's hand absently scratches her prosthesis. “I was so wrong. Please, Jack. I don't want to die like this.”

“Miriam, what was the last thing you remember before making that call, before waking in the darkness?” She looks past the strobing METRONOME to Jack in the shadows. The shadows seem to recede around him even as the blackness deepens. Jack looks at Miriam, and then, as she watches – his TORSO suddenly SPROUTS WOUNDS AND IMPLEMENTS, they burst

backward from his body and he becomes a standing WOUND MAN.

She averts her eyes from Jack Crawford as Wound Man, glancing down to see she's holding the WOUND MAN DRAWING -- the last thing she saw before Hannibal choked her unconscious.

“The Wound Man.”

BAU - EVIDENCE PROCESSING - DAY-

ZELLER and PRICE are presenting to Jack, Alana and Y/N.

“We found a fingerprint on a flower petal. A partial smudge. Not enough points for a courtroom, but it triggered a match. Hannibal Lecter.” Jimmy says to us as he turns the computer monitor. Alana looks shocked. Jack's world takes another turn. I don’t know why but I feel a sense of dread about our findings.

“After all these murders, the Ripper's gonna leave a print now?” Zeller says confused. Because he wants to frame someone else. “Will said whatever evidence we found would lead us away from the Chesapeake Ripper.” Jack says, I shake my head with a soft scoff.

“We also found sodium amytal and scopolamine in Miriam's blood.” Zeller points out the blood results.“Dr. Chilton used scopolamine and sodium amytal on both Gideon and Will during their therapy. One claimed to be the Chesapeake Ripper, the other accused Hannibal.” Alana says and I close my eyes, Of course. Frederick.

“"You've got the right box, just looking in the wrong corner." Gideon pointed me right at him, told me Chilton was the Ripper.” Jack says, trying to make sense of everything. “Wait. I'm confused. Who are we saying is the Chesapeake Ripper? Dr. Lecter or Dr. Chilton?” Jimmy says with furrowed brows.

“Bring them both in.”

DR. CHILTON'S HOUSE - ENTRY HALL - DAY-

Chilton lets himself in through the front door and throws his keys onto a dresser. Walks into the house. He throws his coat over a chair back and then stops. Listens. A faint, regular BEEPING can be heard. Slow and rhythmic.

Chilton moves toward it, like SONAR PINGING. It gets louder at the foot of the stairs and he starts to ascend. Following the beeps like a beacon, drawing him closer.

DR. CHILTON'S HOUSE - UPSTAIRS LANDING - DAY-

Chilton comes up the stairs, onto the landing. The beeps are getting louder. A steady pulse. Confused and tense, Chilton moves down the hall. The slow beep plays a double rhythm with his own faster- beating heart. The beeps get louder… BEEP, BEEP... Getting slower...BEEP.... BEEP. Slower still. Winding down.

DR. CHILTON'S HOUSE - GUEST BEDROOM - DAY-

The slow beep becomes a SOLID TONE as Dr. Chilton pushes open the door and steps inside and – STOPS DEAD.

ABEL GIDEON -- now missing all four limbs -- lies on a bed. An IV drip under one clavicle, wounds neatly bandaged. The TONE rises up, becoming louder and louder in Chilton's

head. Overpowering his now-THUNDERING HEARTBEAT. Despite himself, Chilton moves forward, fascination and dread combined.

All Gideon's limbs have been neatly removed. He stares, lifeless, at the ceiling. DEAD.

Chilton stares until finally he breaks the spell. Knows he is in trouble. Turns and runs for the stairs -- the TONE receding behind him.

DR. CHILTON'S HOUSE - ENTRY HALL - DAY-

Dr. Chilton comes hard and fast down the stairs, panicked. And falls headlong over a PACKED SUITCASE at the foot of the stairs. It wasn't there before. Chilton is sprawled, looks up as a pair of well-shined shoes appears before him. “Oh My God”

HANNIBAL LECTER'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY-

Hannibal moves from the timer to the oven and opens the door. Pulls out the tray onto the worktop. The roast looks fabulous, steaming and juicy and brown. He savors the aroma.

Smiles to himself, pleased with it.

“Are you absolutely sure I can't interest you in a bite?” Brian Zeller and Jimmy Price standing on the other side of the counter. “We need to get going, Dr. Lecter.” Zeller says as he wouldn't eat the meat anyway. “Will we be long? Only asking if I should refrigerate or cover and cool on the counter?”

“Put it in the fridge.”

DR. CHILTON'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM/KITCHEN - DAY-

Dr. Chilton sits in an armchair. His eyes are closed. He stirs. Groans. Licks his lips. Rubs his face with a hand and it leaves a thick smear of blood down his cheek... Slowly, his eyes open. Groggy. He comes to, looks down at himself. His clothes are covered in blood. One hand holds a bloody chef's knife. There is a bloodied FBI-issue automatic handgun in his lap. He takes this in. Can't remember. Disbelieving. His own bloody footprints track across the floor from the kitchen --Where two DEAD FBI AGENTS have been displayed.

The first sits on the kitchen worktop, a curved gash in his abdomen. His intestines are looped around and tied into a large, ostentatious bow. The second is lying on the floor, kitchen knives and implements sticking from his bare torso -- a conscious reconstruction of the Jeremy Olmsted/Wound Man killing.

Chilton drops the knife. He stands and the gun thumps to the floor. He staggers closer to the bodies. A hand to his thumping head, leaving another blood smear. Up close, the tableau is even more horrific. Dazed, he picks up the gun and grabs a couple of suitcases.

WILL GRAHAM'S HOUSE - DAY-

Will Graham sits with a case file, reading, the dogs at his Feet and Y/N’s head resting on his shoulder. The pack of dogs all jumps up as one, BARKING and agitated. Will Graham moves to the window.

Dr. Chilton, his coat thrown over his bloody clothes, pulls his RED SPORTS CAR up before the house. The stolen gun lies on the passenger seat and he puts it in a pocket before getting out of the car. He grabs his suitcases out of the trunk and starts walking for the house.

Chilton approaches, the front door opens and the dogs stream, BARKING, onto the porch and down at him. He stops dead, frightened. Looks up at Will and Y/N as he comes closer.

“May I use your shower, please?”

DR. CHILTON'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY-

Jack Crawford is standing near the dead FBI agents, stares at Gideon's body being wheeled

through the house. Jimmy Price is with him.“Gideon hasn't been dead long, no more than a couple of hours. Chilton's been cutting steaks off of him for days.” Jimmy says from beside him.

Brian Zeller emerges from the library, holding an OLD MEDICAL TEXT. He approaches Jack, who stands over the Wound Man corpse. Zeller indicates the library he just came from. “Chilton's shelves are filled with old medical books.” Zeller opens a book revealing an illustration of Wound Man. “Wound Man.”

“This illustration's in a lot of early surgical texts. It's the Ripper's sixth victim.”

“Chilton was consulting on the Ripper case when Miriam disappeared. She must've talked to him, made the connection. Beverly made a connection, too.” Jack stares at the illustration, cold getting colder. “Chilton's been part of the Ripper investigation since before Will Graham, before Hannibal Lecter, before Miriam Lass. He had access to case files, he knew everything the Ripper needed to know.”

WILL GRAHAM'S HOUSE - DAY -

“Frederick?” I call out softly as he sits dazed on Will’s couch Freshly showered. Clothes

Changed. “Y/N…” He looks up at me, his Breathing Ragged. “I’m so sorry this is happening to you.” I say as I sit down next to him. I wish this didn't happen. But of course Hannibal would make Fredrick his fall guy. “Frederick, I'm not gonna tell you to not run. If i was you I’d be almost to Italy. But what I am going to tell you is to be smart. You're an Intelligent man and a Good Psychiatrist, given with some ethical issues. You’re my Friend and I wish this wasn't Happening to you. But all I ask is for you to be Smart.” I say softly as he looks in my eyes and then nods. I stand up and join Will in the Kitchen. WILL GRAHAM'S KITCHEN - DAY -

Will watches as Chilton paces, freshly showered, clothes changed, hyped, brain working overtime:

“I have the same profile as Hannibal Lecter. Same medical and psychology background. We are both doctors of note in our fields. Of course it would be me. Hannibal was never going to kill me. I'm his patsy.” Frederick says as he pulls on his coat. “I as well have the same profile As you and Hannibal lecter” I say softly, He scoffs “No… The only difference is that you're a young woman. I have to leave the country. I'm leaving the country.”

“If you run, you look guilty.” Will says as he runs his hand up and down my back. He knows this is hard for me since Frederick is my friend.

“You didn't run and you looked plenty guilty. Abel Gideon was half-eaten in my guest room. I gun from his pocket and points it at a suddenly-wary Will.

“Will…What have you Done?”

“I called Jack Crawford.” Chilton shakes his head. “Frederick….” I say Warningly as I start to stand slowly. It wasn’t my idea. No, no, no…” He backs to the window, gun Flipping to Y/N. Looks out. Jack Crawford is getting out of his car and walking toward the house. Will moves toward the front door. “No. Stay there.”

“You're not a killer, Frederick.” CHILTON -- behind the gun -- and he knows he won't fire. I turn to Frederick, “I’ll Try to give you A Head start. Go.” I say quickly and he nods.

WILL GRAHAM'S HOUSE - DAY-

Will walks onto the porch to meet Jack Crawford. Comes down the steps. Jack's face is murderous. “Why did you come alone, Jack?”

“Where is he?”

“Why did you come alone?”

“Is he in the house?” Jack says trying to get into the house but Will pushes him back.“I told you everything isn't what it seems. The Chesapeake Ripper is playing with us. All of us.” Will says to the man who clearly isn’t thinking straight.

“I'm not playing.”

“You going to kill Chilton? Jack up the law and get underneath it?” Will raises a brow trying to reason with the murderous man. But all Jack does is bite back: “You wagging the same tongue that gave the order to kill Hannibal?”

“Difference is, Chilton's not the Chesapeake Ripper. Hannibal is.”

“The Chesapeake Ripper isn't playing all of us, Will. He's playing you.” Jack goes to enter. Will steps in his way. “Jack. Wait. Let me bring him out. He's got a gun.” Jack holds Will's gaze. Pulls out his own gun. “Good.”

He pushes past Will and walks up the steps, onto the porch. He steps in fast, gun first. Ready to fire. “Jack! Don’t!” I say as he marches up to me. “Where is He Y/N!” He says like a man on a mission, “Jack Please….He didn’t do this” “Y/N Where is He.” He says Dangerously, my eyes sadly drift to The back door swinging Closed...

WILL GRAHAM'S HOUSE - WOODS - DAY-

The bare skeletal trees black against the crisp white snow. totally-inappropriate shoes crunch through the snow, the owner tripping and stumbling --Frederick stumbles through the woods -- away from Will's house. JACK CRAWFORD -- plowing through the snow after him. Gun at the ready. Bloodlust high in him.

Dr. Chilton stumbles, falls, dropping the gun he carries. He grabs it up and fights to his feet, gasping, terrified...“CHILTON?!!!” A raw yell -- it echoes through the woods. Chilton hears it around him, as if surrounded, and redoubles his efforts. He crosses a FROZEN STREAM, the ice cracking under his feet, the water below sucking off his shoes. He clambers up the other side...

Jack progresses faster, more determined. Following the footprints ahead of him. Breaking into a run. Jack sees the limping silhouette of Chilton ahead of him. “Chilton!” He raises his gun and fires. THUNK! The bullet scatters splinters from a tree as Chilton passes it. KA-CHOO, KA-CHOO, KA-CHOO -- the receding echoes of the shot ring around the woods.

Dr. Chilton moves into a snow-filled clearing amidst the trees. Staggers across it. “Stop right where you are.”

Chilton turns to face his hunter. Jack has his gun at arm's length, sighting down the barrel.

Jack's finger on the trigger. As Jack approaches, Chilton drops to his knees in the snow.

He holds out his arms like a penitent. Like Jesus on the cross. as the gun falls from Chilton's fingers and nestles in the snow. Jack moves toward Chilton, finger aching on the trigger. His ‘nemesis’ finally before him.

Jack stops ten feet from Chilton who gasps, exhausted. Head down. His arms slowly FALL TO HIS SIDES. JACK, finger tightening on the trigger, conflicted. Chilton looks up at him. Scared. Exhausted and empty.

BAU - EVIDENCE PROCESSING - DAY-

Dr. Chilton's face is now clean of blood. He looks exhausted, standing on a white sheet as he hands his clothes to Jimmy Price. Brian Zeller writes down the inventory…”...one two-piece suit in charcoal gray, one white shirt, fifteen-inch collar, one billfold containing cash, credit cards and driver's license. One set of car keys…” Chilton stares forward. “I need to speak with Will Graham. Or Dr. L/N.”

“I don't care what you need.” Their hatred is palpable. CHILTON -- his predicament landing hard. “One Montblanc fountain pen in silver and black…”

BAU - INTERROGATION ROOM - DAY-

Dr. Chilton now sits opposite Alana Bloom and Y/N is against the wall watching sadly. He is cuffed to the table and wears an ORANGE JUMPSUIT. “Does it have to be you Two? It seems like a final indignity.”

“Not like you to hide an achievement.” Alana says softly, disgusted by the man she once called friend. “The achievement is not mine.”

“Whose is it? Hannibal Lecter's?” Alana asks, still refusing to open her eyes. “Those are just words coming out of your mouth. No weight to them. No consideration they may be true.” Frederick says blankly as his eyes go to me. “They're not true. You were using coercive therapies, influencing Abel Gideon and Will Graham to point the Ripper investigation in false directions.” Alana says, I know why Everyone thinks it is so but I also know why it is not.

“You can't see it. And you won't see it until it's too late. Don't say I didn't warn you, Dr. Bloom.” He stares at the TWO-WAY MIRROR they are reflected in. JACK AND MIRIAM Stand in the viewing room. Watching this interview. She stares at Chilton. Her prosthetic arm is folded across her chest. She scratches it furiously with the other hand.

“In fact, I believe those should be my last words on the subject of the Ripper until my lawyer arrives.” Frederick says before going silent. As I nod softly.

Miriam is shaking. Jack watches her. as she unravels. The shaking is involuntary, some giant feeling trying to escape. Tears fall down her cheeks.

“It's him. It's him. It's him.” Jack moves to her, her distress is all the answer he needs, and he grabs her in a bear hug. Pulling her to him, her eyes away from the glass. A moan escapes her as she cries into Jack's shoulder. She rocks against him and then pushes away. He releases her. Realizes too late that she now holds his gun. Miriam lifts the gun and aims. Fires through the glass.

the glass spiderwebbing around the hole. Through the hole, we PUSH IN on Miriam behind the gun barrel. As the bullet hits Chilton in the face, his head snaps back and he goes over backward in a spray of blood. Alana diving for cover. Y/N Gasps loudly.

ALANA -- on the floor, looking at Chilton who lies half-up,half-down, his body held up awkwardly by the shackles on his wrists. Blood ripping from his ravaged face to the floor. Y/N Moves to try and help him. Her Medical instincts Kicking in.

HANNIBAL LECTER'S OFFICE - NIGHT-

Hannibal Lecter sits in one of the two armchairs. A glass of red wine in hand. Enjoying the music. A KNOCK at the door disturbs his reverie. He places his glass down and goes to the door. Opens it to find Will Graham. Will has cut his hair – shorter, neater. Everything about him seems focused. “Hello, Will.”

“May I come in?” Will asks Softly, “Do you intend to point a gun at me?”

“Not tonight.” He lets Will into the room. “Are you expecting someone?” Will asks as he knows the only person Hannibal’s expecting is him. “Only you.” Will smirks: “Kept my standing appointment open.” it's a statement not a question. “And you're right on time.”

“I have to deal with you. And my feelings about you. I think it's best if I do that directly.” Will says as he glances around the familiar room. “First you have to grieve for what is lost and what has changed.” Hannibal Gazes at the changed man. Proud he changed him. “I've changed. You changed me.”

“The friendship that we had is over. The Chesapeake Ripper is over.” Hannibal says inquisitively “It had to be Miriam, didn't it? She was compelled to take his life so she could take her own back.” Will asks as he places his Jacket on his Chair. “How will you take your life back?”

“I'd like to resume my therapy.” Hannibal stares as Will sits in his familiar chair. After a long moment, Hannibal follows suit and sits opposite him. the two of them silhouetted in their chairs, regarding each other.

“Where shall we begin?” As the corners of Will's mouth threat to curl...

#hannibal nbc #hannigram #hannibal x reader #hannigram x reader #fem!reader #will graham x reader #twistedminds #hannibal lecter #will graham

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italoniponic · 2 months

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I never thought much about it but ever since Kalim's Sultan card dropped, I've been bombarded with these concepts and all. But the gist of it is that we don't talk about how impressive and important the Light Trio (Kalim, Rook and Silver) serve as "palette cleansers" of their dorms own aesthetic and it's all in their color association

in this TED talk lol I'll focus mainly on Kalim tho, so spoilers for his card!

I'll warn that it's been months since I wrote something other than a story and I tend to tangle myself in my own words. So I hope it's comprehensible enough... if you want to add a new detail, feel free to do so in the replies!

I MEAN look at my boy here. Scarabia's main colors are literally red (or deep wine red, if you will) and black and normally Kalim already challenges this color palette with his normal student wear but here he's full out

*boom* blue and white!! the only thing connecting both universes is the gold which is really important bc of the ambience in the desert, palaces and the magic of wishes

the original animators were so right to go with these colors for the characters, especially the good ones in contrast with the villain, bc it's an easy indicator if you think about it. And when everybody gets together, you see the harmony between the forces

blue & white against red & black... or anything in the similar tones

that's why Jamil was also exceptionally well drawn bc he's 100% the aesthetic embodiment of Jafar, one of the best ones in the overblot boys! and in the other hand, that's why Kalim functions so well with his main sultan colors bc it all goes back to Scarabia having this whole thing going up with parallels

[the insanity that analysing Scarabia cards back to back brings to me... is unwritten. unravelled. unspoken of.]

talking about all of that bc it all goes back in the way the Light Trio (here, only Kalim) kinda "breaks" their dorm format with their different color eschemes

I haven't analyzed much of Rook's but Kalim and Silver have a lot more to speak bc they are based of actually "good characters" (Sultan and Aurora/Philip), so just imagine this: red, black, red, black, red, black... oh hi, blue and white!

same with Silver and his literal silver hair clashing with Malleus and Lilia (black hair) and Sebek (green hair, the color dorm)

Jamil and Kalim are mutually different even in the smallest of details and it serves a lot for the dorm concept and their character dynamics as well. Although I think using the word "palette cleanser" wasn't the rightest choice on my part, the feeling I want to portray is how these characters "breaking" the aesthetic for a solid minute brings a sense of dept to the world building

it makes you wonder how the Magic Mirror accepted them in the first place but also, the story wouldn't be the same without them

#twisted wonderland #kalim al asim #jamil viper #rook hunt #silver #twst silver #twst light trio #ngl i saw jamil's clothes as jafar #sultan kalim and vizir jamil wasn't in my bingo #but i'm so happy #they look so good #cherry's mumbling about twst

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darkstar225 · 1 year

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Twice’s 10th member has a solo debut

A/N: I actually got another ask on Tumblr, yaaaaay! :)

The request: Can you do something like the 10th member getting a solo and twice's reaction to her being all grown up? I imagine they'd be the type to be so motherly and shocked to see a different side of her.😂 but at the end of the day she's still their lil baby!

PS: Tysm for everyone that reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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It's been a long time since TWICE debuted and they couldn't be happier, after many requests their dear maknae got a chance to become a soloist. What they never expected was that she would be doing such a different concept from the one the group had.

As Y/N walked past the trainees, she finally understood how her unnies felt when they knew they'd perform alone. It was a mix of emotions she couldn't grasp how to deal with, after running along the corridors she finally found the waiting room where the staff and managers were all at.

Y/N: I'm sorry, I got lost *bowing*

Manager oppa: Hahahah, it's okay kid. Did you forget the way here?

Y/N: Yes... Jihyo unnie always guides me here and Sana unnie is always holding my hand so *shrugs*

Manager oppa: At least you got here safe and sound!

Y/N: Thank you for waiting and my apologies again. *bowing*

Meanwhile... her sisters were at the dorm preparing for the surprise they didn't tell their youngest. Even if they had a whole day of schedules they'd cancel it to support their maknae altogether. Also, they're incredibly curious about the title of the album, regardless of the days they spend begging for a sneak peek, Y/N stood her ground and denied showing anything till the day she'd be debuting, which is today!

Sana: I can't wait to see what our baby is gonna sing!!

Nayeon: She's amazing, look at this young pic of her. I can't believe she grew up so much!

Jihyo: She will always be our maknae, even when she's 60.

Jeongyeon: That's true, I can only imagine how much more endearing she can get!

Mina: Let's hurry, Manager oppa already send the signal (찌릿 찌릿 찌릿 찌릿)

Dahyun: It's not gonna be long till she gets on stage, we need to get there asap

Tzuyu: It's not her wedding unnies, we must leave now

Momo: Fineee, come on girls!

Chaeyoung: Finally!

Momo: I heard that -_-

Jihyo: Me too, Son Chaeyoung.

Chaeyoung: Sorry unnie.

Jihyo: That's more like it...

After some -years- minutes, they're finally heading to the venue. The traffic was horrible but they got there on time (How? I guess we'll never know)

Sprinting through the halls they noticed their maknae a mile away, she was already on stage getting ready to record, not a single thought on her mind besides "You can do it, if the unnies did it, you can too" and because of that she failed to take note of her unnies eyeing her outfit and the concept of the stage (let's imagine she's the singer of Gotta Go by Chungha) and talking quietly with each other.

Mina: I mean- look at the aesthetic, it seems like she's gonna do something less cute than our songs.

Chaeyoung: Yeahhh, she's gonna rock the stage anyway ✨

Nayeon: There wasn't another option hon, she's our child.

At this moment, Y/N starts walking around the stage to check all aspects of the performance before she begins. Her members can see the change in her eyes and the confidence she carries. Her outfit is way more revealing than anything they've ever seen her use and the most surprising is how different she looks with makeup on, normally she goes for a natural look so spotting something like that makes them realize how grown up their maknae is, even if they refuse to believe it every single day. Sana: Wow, look! It's like a catwalk!

Momo: Ngl, she's looking hot.

Jihyo: HEY. I wanna oppose 'cause it's my kid we're talking about but yeah... I agree.

The youngest goes to her place and starts singing like there's no tomorrow, her members can only stare without saying a word, baffled doesn't even cover how they feel. When it gets to the chorus, her dance makes Momo think back to all the personal classes she gave the maknae when they were only a year after debuting. Jihyo starts to reflect on how much the girl has grown, from a child that followed her around to the woman that's on the stage belting and grooving to the rhythm of the song they could never see their kid doing. With tears in her eyes, Nayeon just seems to be perplexed by the changes between on-stage and off-stage Y/N, the innocent doe eyes she does when she wants some candy, the stumps when she gets frustrated about something she didn't get, the completely full of blush face she gets when her unnies annoy and fool around with her and everything else, disappeared, and TWICE didn't see it coming, they knew Y/N had already ended her teenage years however, seeing up close how adult, like she's by herself, is a shock.

Chaeyoung: Bro... Are you seeing what I'm seeing?

Dahyun: Yeah bro, she doesn't even seem like our maknae.

Sana: Where did my baby go??

Mina: Our honey seems so professional up there, I can't even explain how proud I feel.

Jeongyeon: Who let her do that? JYP didn't give us a warning!

Jihyo: A warning would be good...

Chaeyoung: Hell yeah.

Nayeon: Language.

Dahyun: Did you actually say that? I'm the only one who heard it??

Tzuyu: I did too, made her more of a grandma than we thought.

Nayeon: WHAT?

Sana: Shhhh, we're trying to listen to our baby singing.

Momo: Yeah grandma, let us appreciate our maknae.

Nayeon: Fine. I'm gonna let it slide just for our maknae.

When Y/N did some waves they couldn't help but want to close their eyes and think "This is a child, our child" but at the end of the day they understood how they should never judge the youngest for her solo, she wasn't that kid that entered the group and made their hearts melt from how much of a child she was, playing with her dolls from time to time, wanting to go to the park with her sisters, dancing to stupid songs just because. She still made them swoon in a blink of an eye but she grew up and they had to recognize that they did help on providing to create an incredible human being, their Y/N, their inspiration to be better every day.

After her stage, Y/N brighten up immediately when she saw her unnies. Running like the kid they remember each second they breathe, and that's when they started thinking the same thing:

We love our dear maknae.

A/N: I apologise for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there's something wrong, ty for reading <3

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sunthyme · 8 months

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Happy Black History Month!! It's time. For probably my favourite set of designs! However, please please please read about Hestia in specific, I want to make sure I handled her correctly and if not, please let me know and I'll remove her! Tyty so much for liking these, I'm so happy to continue.

Now for...

🪼Octavinelle🪼

First up is

💰Azul Ashengrotto💰

(he/him) Transmasc - Gay Asexual

I really love how he came out omg.

- Firstly, he's Hispanic. Duh. His name is literally Azul, I don't make the rules. I'm thinking Hondurian or Guatemalan and I'd love to hear what you think too.

- Made him plus-sized because GOD we need more body diversity and I think that he would have eventually come to terms that weight is simply a number and that number alone doesn't mean you're healthy or unhealthy, y'know? He exercises and whatnot and is very good at taking care of his body.

- Autistic, his special interest is THE GRIND(tm). His capitalistic ass could rant about business building forever.

- I gave him fins as ears cause I gave all the mer fins for funsies. More for aesthetic than anything else and I figure it's a general trait of most mer (I'll talk about the exceptions later lol)

- I loved how pretty his eyelashes were so I added some teardrops to the ends for some flavour. He still wears glasses, again too lazy lol.

Onto the twins!

🍄Jade Leech🍄

(he/him) - Bi-curious Asexual

- I brought back the og concept earrings and piercings cause I thought they looked neat. I also gave them both earrings for simplicity's sake and because I headcanon that Azul gave them each a pair for their birthday.

- Longer hair because Imma be so fr, if the twins share similar expressions, I can't tell them apart lmaooo 😭😭😭. Also, felt it suited his personality more.

- Had a punk phase and while he outgrew it, he kept the piercings anyways.

- He and Floyd have matching tattoos on their biceps, Floyd's being a shrimp with sunglasses and Jade's being his favourite type of mushroom (hen/chicken of the woods).

- Also, autistic. Who's surprised at this point? Not me. This little guy and his mushrooms. 'Little guy' being like 6'5' lol.

🐋Floyd Leech🐋

(he/she/it) Unlabelled Gender - Pansexual

- He's not actually a fan of piercings but got them because Jade wanted to match.

- She has larger teeth that actually interfere with its speech and got bullied for that when he was younger, meaning all three of the Octotrio were friends kinda by default as the 'weird' kids.

- I think he has bipolar disorder and is ADHD, both are rather obvious from his character in-game.

Onto my ocs,

🎲Hestia Benoit🎲

Third Year - (she/her) Transfem - Sapphic

Okay, first is the topic of the og character. So she draws reference to the Boogeyman from Nightmare Before Christmas which was a very controversial character because Tim Burton sucks. Hate him. I wanted to hopefully reclaim the character, though it isn't necessarily my place and if anyone has a problem with that, absolutely let me know and I will remove her. The original character took heavy inspiration from black culture, specifically New Orleans and I wanted to properly represent that with Hestia. I hope I did her justice and please please please let me know if she is offence in any way. ��🩷🩷

- She's the older sister of the triplets and a really good one, caring a ton about them. Her favourite thing to do is spoil her younger siblings.

- She also has crazy good luck and wins any bets she makes. If you play any game of luck with her, she'll win. She's a part of the Boardgame Club and infuriates Azul whenever they play something luck-based.

💍Konane Alohi💍

(they/he/she) Genderfluid - Panromantic Demisexual

- Konane is twisted from Tamatoa from Moana! They're indigenous Hawaiian and I will be researching more into the culture as I render them out more fully.

- I gave them the bioluminiscens that Tamatoa has though I think it would only be visible in low lighting, such as in the Octavinelle dorm.

- LOVES shiny thing, obvi. Vil keeps trying to convince her to join Pomefiore but he's like, "I get paid here and can afford more stuff so pass."

- Gets along great with Cater, they constantly do collabs on their social media.

Onto...

⚓️Josephina Killian⚓️

First Year - (she/they) Demi-girl - Bi-asexual

- Twisted from, you guessed it, Captain Hook!

- I kept as much as I could from the og design and that includes the eyebags, this girlie doesn't sleep. She's only conscious from the 30mg of caffeine she drinks in the morning.

- She and Samantha met at orientation and have been inseparable since, with Sammy always following her around.

And speaking of Samantha,

🦭Samantha Chief🦭

First Year - (she/her) Transfem - Pan-asexual

- Twisted from Smee! I gave her albinism so her hair is also white naturally.

- Because of her albinism, she avoids outdoor activities for the most part. She is part of the Swimming Club (which idk if that even exists but it does now lmao).

- SHE'S A SELKIE OMG. Sorry, same up with that on the spot lol but now she is. Very shy around people because it's her first time on land so the other mer of the dorm kinda look out for her.

That's all for now, I hope you enjoyed and I'll see y'all in part four!! 🩷🩷🩷

#fanart #art #god save me i’m in twsted hell #twisted wonderland #twsted oc #digital art #twisted oc #sunthyme #octavinelle #azul ashengrotto #twst azul #jade leech #twst jade #floyd leech #twst floyd #twst fanart

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gencon 2024 after action report, part 1: pregame (wednesday) & day 1 (thursday)

under the cut for anyone who doesn't care about all the cool indie rpgs i played over the weekend lmao.

the players!

me!

mommy! ( @vi-the-deer )

grammy! (my & mommy's partner)

cj! (grammy's husband, our metamour)

grammy & cj go to gencon nearly every year, and as grammy had accompanied us to magiccon chicago she figured she'd return the favor by having us along for this year's gencon!

mommy & i flew to st. louis tuesday night to meet up with grammy & cj. our hotel that night was pretty nice in a weird way, it kind of reminded me of a really upscale college dorm with a very modern/ikea aesthetic? it's one of those hotels that's trying really hard not to look like a hotel. but yeah, it was nice! not weirdly, shockingly bad. ([hbomberguy voice] foreshadowing is a literary device--). we belatedly celebrated mommy's birthday with some cake and got some rest to get ready for an awesome roadtrip followed by an awesome convention.

on wednesday we originally wanted to go to the st. louis science center, which i had been to & loved decades ago when i went to college in springfield illinois, but sadly it is not open on wednesdays! so instead we went to the st. louis zoo, which is apparently the biggest free zoo in the country? and i gotta say, it offers an experience that's pretty comparable to most non-free zoos i've been to. (also, yeah, i'm a bit ethically dubious about zoos, but my going to them or not going to them isn't really going to affect whether they exist or not, and from what i could tell this one was very well-run by people who genuinely care about the animals there.)

we saw a number of awesome animals, but i think my favorite part was probably the bird house as birds are among my favorite animals. we spent a few hours having a very pleasant (other than it being extremely hot outside) walk through the zoo, but eventually it was time to get on the road.

i'm not necessarily going to talk about everywhere we stopped for food, but i would be remiss if i didn't mention that our day 1 dinner stop was the burger king. no not a burger king, THE burger king, a tiny restaurant in a tiny town in illinois that won a lawsuit to keep its name because it existed before the larger chain that shares its name. (well, minus the "the.")

i will admit that while i lived in illinois for fully more than half of my life, and even having spent my college years in central illinois rather than the comparatively more progressive chicago area, i was somewhat unprepared to be back in a small town in the middle of nowhere where 90% of the population is white and it feels like you're being stared at when 3 of the 4 of you are very visibly trans. it kind of felt like being back home in a not entirely pleasant way, but no one was outright hostile. and to be honest if you like extremely unhealthy cheeseburgers you can do MUCH worse than the original burger king. the food was kind of incredible.

anyway, we got back on the road, and crashed at a hotel most of the way to indiana. this was another totally normal hotel that wasn't weirdly bad with a staff that was weirdly preemptive about it being weirdly bad. (foreshadowing is a literary dev--)

we got up super early thursday morning, and headed for the con. i've actually been to indianapolis for multiple conventions because when i used to live in chicago the two furry cons (yes i used to go to furry cons & it's not inconceivable that i will do so again at some point) it was the easiest for me to get to were midwest furfest (which was in chicago and huge) and indyfurcon (which was in indianapolis and not nearly as huge, especially considering i went to the first few iterations of it, no idea what it's like these days if it's still a thing). this is the first gencon i've ever been to, and it's markedly larger than any other con i've ever been to. i'm used to a con taking up a fairly large conference hotel or (at most) part of a city's convention center. gencon took up an entire convention center plus multiple nearby hotels plus a literal nfl stadium??? (see the pic above the cut lmao.)

that also wasn't even the only way in which it was larger than any other con i've been to before? it's also the first con i've been to that had a full slate of thursday events as well as the more typical all-day friday/all-day saturday/half-day sunday. heck, most furry cons i've been to don't even have all-day fridays since the first thing that happens is usually an opening ceremony in the early afternoon.

mommy & i booked a couple mtg events on saturday because of course we did, but i was really looking forward to playing a bunch of indie rpgs considering that we have a rather embarrassing pile of them at home considering we've never actually sat down and played one. (tbf i am working on a solo run of the almanac of sanguine paths, but i think that's the first rpg i've played that isn't d&d apart from playing like one session of shadowrun that ended up not going anywhere.)

the first thing mommy & grammy & i did on thursday was play a session of yazeba's bed & breakfast. already we were starting with a game that's drastically different than any i've played before. it's sort of a cozy, queer, story-heavy roleplay experience with predetermined characters & scenarios. you keep track of character progress by making physical changes to the book & character sheets with stickers and such, and you can "unlock" different characters & scenarios & features of the hotel as you play through various chapters.

the vibe of the game is very much that you're taking on roles of already-existing characters and playing through their choices in a storybook, and i have to admit that prior to playing this game i had never really understood the appeal of these sorts of games as creating a very specific character to express myself has always been a big part of the appeal for me with rpgs. this reminded me more of the kind of enjoyment i got from one of my favorite pc games, beacon pines. it's less of a big world where you have adventures and more of an already-written story that you get to participante in and shape with your choices.

the chapters in the book are intentionally given fairly arbitrary chapter numbers and arranged in the book in a pretty random order, which resulted in our gm saying the highly enjoyable words "we'll go ahead and start with the first chapter in the book, which is chapter 3."

each chapter starts with a pretty detailed prompt that reads like the opening few pages of a chapter in a book, ending with a jumping off point for the people playing to take over deciding what their character is doing. there doesn't seem to be any kind of initiative or turn order, but everyone at our table was pretty polite about making sure everyone was getting roughly equal chances to make their choices. the game is also diceless, with chapters having some kind of fixed way of resolving their various actions including taking & giving tokens, flipping coins, picking playing cards, etc.

after you've played through the chapter, there's a passage for the gm to read depending on how successful you were at whatever mechanic the chapter is based on, and you might unlock some boons for your characters, the hotel, or unlock new characters & chapters altogether.

the game also seems to actively encourage you trying out different characters. each chapter seems to have one or two mandatory characters and then allows you to pick any characters you've unlocked, though our gm was super nice and offered to let me use a character who wasn't technically unlocked yet because they had come up in my brief research of the game and i liked the sound of them, but i was too shy to take them up on that in our first chapter.

for the first chapter i played gertrude, and while she wasn't as natural of a fit for me, me playing a moody, anxious teenager also certainly wasn't the biggest stretch anyone's ever asked someone to make while roleplaying.

the character i really enjoyed playing, though, was the moon prince.

i know a big part of the game is probably "trying on" different characters, and i do genuinely want to give more of them a try, but i feel like if i get a chance to play this game a lot more i'll likely end up "maining" the moon prince in a similar way to how i mostly played mercy when i played overwatch but side-mained d.va or lucio at various points in my "career." (yeah, cannot imagine anyone else is out there comparing this rpg to overwatch, but it's the point of comparison i have for this specific aspect, leave me alone.)

i really do enjoy the vibes of this game so i do hope i get to play more of it! mommy did buy the book so there's a decent chance we'll be playing more of it. fingers crossed!

after this, which was our first scheduled game, we kind of flailed around looking for stuff to do. we did end up spending a good amount of time in the exhibition hall but that was hella overwhelming so i was only able to tolerate it for so long. we did get to see wyrmspan being demoed and i get what people are saying when they say it's more crunchy than wingspan. while "wingspan but draogns" is still a phenomenal concept for a game, i will admit that as i saw it being demoed no matter how cool the new mechanics seemed, i kind of found myself missing the cozy vibes & lightly educational aspects of wingspan? i especially wish they had replaced all the bird facts with fake dragon facts rather than just using the whole card for gameplay stuff, but ah well. i'm sure i'll enjoy it if i get around to playing it.

eventually we ended up checking out the "games on-demand" room, and ended up playing a game i've seen a bunch of times at work but never actually played, untitled ghost game.

this game is normally gm-less, but at the convention with players who had never played it before, we had a really awesome gm facilitating it for us. and honestly i think that was a big part of why the game went as well for us as it did, because mommy & i were matched up with an extremely normie couple one of whom unironically said "just don't call me late to dinner" when asked for pronouns which is basically the 20s equivalent of the 90s "i just don't see color" for those who are fortunate enough not to know.

that being said, we managed to tell a really great story together thanks largely to the guidance of our gm but also just... not to get too hippy-dippy (that's for a later game! you'll see.), but this really reminded me of the way games can often bring wildly different people together. everyone is just here to have a good time, and... i don't know, there's something really encouraging about that.

so yeah, basically you all take turns describing different aspects of the setting and then us as a ghost and then the person or place being haunted, you decide if you want to intensify the feelings that the person or place is having or if you want to help them overcome them, and then you flip a coin to see how you do. and in the case of our game we very quickly established an identity as a ghost who, while somewhat mischievous, really did want to help, and it ended up being incredibly wholesome.

i don't know that this is necessarily a game i'll come back to unless i end up thinking someone else will really vibe with it, but i really am glad i had the experience i had playing it. it was genuinely lovely.

once we finished that, grammy had finished her gm shift and it was time to meet up for dinner and chill until the first game all four of us were playing together, weird heroes of public access.

whpa is a 2d6 game in which the players take on the role of a host of a local public access tv host in a town that's about to experience some supernatural fuckery. your can host something like a cooking show, a variety show, a talkshow, etc. i named my character kenny kaiju and gave him a monster movie review show called kaiju kino.

our scenario saw the town being taken over by some kind of demon who was using the station to hypnotize its denizens into slaves. i had very normal feelings about this!

our gm (sorry, "station manager") was pretty cool and i had a lot of fun with this game. it wasn't my favorite of the weekend or anything, but i think it solidly delivered on its premise and i wouldn't mind playing it again sometime.

anyway, that was a wrap on day 1! i was pretty exhausted thanks to a combination of jetlag and getting up early to drive the rest of the way to indy, and i think all of us were in a similar boat (even though grammy & cj weren't dealing with jetlag, having only crossed one timezone). so we headed to the hotel which was... pretty awful tbh.

like, it's genuinely fine, it's not like we were going to spend much time there doing anything other than sleeping, but the weird preemptive defensiveness of the staff made it much worse. my favorite part was when we were surprised that there wasn't an elevator and the front desk clerk who was nowhere near us yelled that um actually this was built before the americans with disabilities act so it didn't need an elevator. um, ok, cool? really set a tone there. (they also made some really weird choices like actively removing chairs from the breakfast area on sunday like they were actively trying to shoo all the convention attendees out of the hotel faster. like, y'all, DON'T worry. we were NOT planning on lingering.)

again, it was fine, it wasn't wildly unsafe or anything, i don't want to come off like i'm being overly complainy. but i will say that it is NOT very obvious from their website that the hotel is completely inaccessible to anyone with mobility issues. which fortunately isn't really any of the four of us, but like... i've literally seen events be more clear about the accessibility of buildings they do not own than this hotel is about the place you're relying on being able to sleep at? (heck, i've ORGANIZED events at older venues that unfortunately weren't accessible, and we were always VERY clear about that in every form of advertising. as far as i can tell, literally the only way you can tell that about this hotel on their website is that there's a small tab on the features that's greyed out instead of white. i know most people with mobility issues likely check very closely for this kind of thing so hopefully no one has ended up in an unfortunate situation, but like... seriously, do better.)

and like, yeah i get that it would be kinda difficult to install an elevator in a building that wasn't meant to have one, but you know what's not difficult? adding as many power outlets as a modern hotel should have. having walls that don't have holes in them. having mattresses that aren't lumpy & stiff as fuck. bringing new towels a single time? or failing that, when we ask for more towels at the desk giving us towels rather than not being able to find any and just giving us bathmats instead??? having dressers that aren't literally missing all their drawers?????? this was a hotel owned by a large hotel chain. there is no reason it should be this crummy & depressingly poorly maintained.

again, it's fine, but absorbing all this while we were all super sleep deprived and overwhelmed from the con was kind of a... Moment. we did our best to take it in stride, though, and crashed to get ready for another day of gaming!

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4rainynite · 1 year

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EAH Dorm Rooms Headcanon 10

Justine & Ramona

One's a dancing princess while the other is a bad wolf.

Ramona and Justine are opposites in more than one way, but both are caring to their core.

I find it hard to believe that these two came late during the show's run, yet we saw more of their dorm than the other characters that been around since the first chapter. Well, that's life for ya.

Talk about an odd pair of roommates. One side is an actual wolfs den and the other side is a princess's dream bedroom. It's a huge mishmash of styles highlighting each girls' aesthetic.

Their dorm seems to be the smallest of the dorm layouts seeing how the divider thing is missing (animation error).

This proves my theory that it doesn't matter your destiny is the rooms are assigned at random.

Justine's side: As the twelfth daughter of 'The Twelve Dancing Princesses' story, Justine loves to dance (with tap dancing being her fave) and has made it her mission to master all forms of dance and even combine them.

Justine's room is highlighted with music and dance themes. If you look at the second image above, you can see her vanity set resembles a grand piano's lid (Besides Raven's vanity with a hidden keyboard inside I want that).

Also, she has countless posters of singers and dancers throughout her side of the dorm and ballerina decorations on her bed.

The only time the room was shown was during 'Moonlight Mystery' and it was used to find out why Justine's ballet slippers were ruined.

As already confirmed the room is so small it requires a wardrobe instead of a closet.

With the dividers missing (error) they would have pictures of Justine with her family and friends. On her dresser you can see numerous photos of her family and in the above image of the room's layout there's a portrait of Justine with her sisters.

Justine has a fainting chaise like Apple and Blondie. A gramophone and string lights (not shown look at above image).

Seeing how small the room is Justine most likely dances at the Red Shoes Dance Club, the dance classroom, or she dances on her side and the middle.

Ramona's side: Ramona is the future Bad Wolf (coughCERISEcough) and she's a villian that's killin' it.

At first glance Ramona is a tough-as-nails kind of gal with a sarcastic streak to match. But like a wolf she's loyal to her friends and family, even if she messes with her cousin, Cerise (I know they're sisters in the show I'll explain why I made them cousins later).

Romana's side of the room has an earthy-punkish style to her. Her side of the dorm doesn't feel like a room at all and has more nature to it than Ashlynn's side of the dorm (I'm kinda shocked by that).

On the base of Ramona's bed there are dream catchers, I see them as a way of expressing her culture and maybe she has bad dreams of her future or other things that weren't seen in the books or show.

Ramona's candle's a most likely wildflower or wood scented.

I love how Ramona uses the trees of the school for her bed, bookcase, and lightning! I wish all the other rooms used the tree as if it were part of the room as well.

Ramona's wardrobe wasn't seen, but I bet it's just a hollowed-out tree like her bookcase.

In the corner of the room, we can see a ton of rocks that Ramona rests on when she's in full wolf mode.

GuruEAHart, EAHWIKI ROYALREBELWIKI

#ever after high #everafterhigh #eah #ever after royal #ever after rebel #ramona badwolf #justine dancer #dorm room #my art

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TRANS SEBEK TRANS SEBEK (plz I wanna know more about your HCs like this and others if you haven't already made a post about them all already) Pretty plz with a Pride Flag on top? 🙏

I'm so happy you asked for my hcs aaaaa Disclaimer these r just Headcanons , don't come for me. lets go by dorm order

♠Deuce: Transmasc. The vibes. Won't elaborate. ☘️Trey: Transman. I never analyse trey but he just happens to look like half the transmen I know ok. 🐙Azul: Transmasc. Hating his body and also the aesthetic he has for his clothes. 🐬🦈Jade & Floyd: They Identify as a threat. They wear uniforms now but i think if you let them pick their clothes themselves they'd look insane. I just dont think gender would be as focused on in merm culture. 🐍Jamil: Transmasc. Again the vibes. Wearing hoodies all the time, trying to not be noticed etc etc. 👑Vil: Enby ICON. If you EVER insinuate this person cares abt the gender binary I'll teleport in your house to delete your kneecaps. 💀Idia: Transfem. A friend introduced me to this hc and it changed my brain chemistry. I think it works for many reasons, including but not limited to: avoiding going outside and being seen in an all boys school, only talking through a tablet, not wearing the school uniform but wearing ur hoodie etc. I also think that anything Idia does thats very cringe as a guy, is actually very girlboss and pathetic girlcore of her as a girl. For diasomnia I rlly dont think any of them knows what gender is. I dont think anyone in briar valley cares. 🐉Malleus: "A "gender" you say, child of man? Interesting. You can tell me more about your human customs." 🦇Lilia: ... LOOK at him. He uses 34 neopronouns and can propably change appearance at will. ⚔️Silver: Raised by the 2 guys above. What's a..gender? Can I use it as a weapon? No? Useless then. ⚡Sebek: Also doesn't know what gender is. Can I eat it? No? Tch. He still prefers looking masc, it suits him and he looks up on his gramps and malleus and silver so it fits a bit more. (insert essay abt hating how u were born, the weakness that comes with it copared to others, and then projecting that hate on others can b a trans narrative too.)(also we know he trains like crazy only to have lesser results frm other ppl, which could b read as being afab since muscle is harder to gain)(yes silver is canonically stronger)

#asks #the-trinket-witch #twst headcanons #twst hcs #im cringe but im free #trans #read more cause long #long post #sorry for rushed art i wanted to reply b4 pride month ended and exams r still not done

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Dorm-mentioned Seasonal Voice Lines & Phone Calls

Currently being updated.

Please note that Topic 1 & 2 are from the Official English release. Topic 3 & 4 are my translation.

Aira

Spring - Night 1: My roommate Sakuma gave me some cherry blossom-flavored chocolate and said ''It's a secret ♪'' It's late at night, but I still want to eat them…

Summer - Morning 2: Tenshouin treated ALKALOID to some really fancy ice cream. Isn't that cool?

Autumn - Evening 1: Sakuma's smiling mysteriously by the window with the full moon at his back… How aesthetic! I wish I could put it on a poster!

Summer - Evening 3: There is a lot of Sakuma-senpai's tomato juice inside the fridge. Maybe I should try to drink some for my health?

Autumn - Night 3: The image of Tenshouin-senpai drinking black tea while reading his book, it was too aesthetic I unconsciously gazed at him... ♪

Autumn - Morning 4: Fuuah... I had a hard time falling asleep so I joined Sakuma-senpai for a conversation... Though, I still ended up staying up late.

Eichi

Summer - Evening 1: I've got a giant watermelon. I want to share it with everyone in the dorm. And I'll save some for you in advance ♪

Summer - Evening 3: Nowadays, I often have a chat with Shiratori-kun before bed. We talk about the memories of the summer festival that happened recently.

Rei

Winter - Night 1: Winters are harsh on my roommate, Tenshouin. On top of that, he seems swamped with work. I hope he isn't overdoing it.

Summer - Morning 3: For a vampire, sunlight is our natural enemy, but it seems you can say the same with the human. Tenshouin-kun is swaying on his own feet.

Summer - Noon 3: Oh? The chill tomato juice in the fridge has increased. I wonder who was the one refilling them in there?

Winter - Evening 4: Shiratori-kun just contacted me, and said he just brought a snow rabbit-shaped cake for me and Tenshouin-kun... ♪

Outsiders

Rinne's Winter - Night 1: I met Aichan in the dorm hallway, and he freaked out. Why is that? I mean, he doesn't seem to have any problems with those two dudes in his room at all…

Phone Call

Rei: Hello? I just talked to Shiratori-kun, but he left his phone at my place. He said you were going to meet up later, so if you can find Shiratori-kun, tell him I am keeping his phone for me.

Aira: Hello~… Uhm, when I am about to enter my dorm room, I hear Tenshouin-senpai and Sakuma-senpai are arguing… Urgh, what should I do at times like this!?

Office Interaction

Eichi: It looks like you won't be heading back until late again. Aira: Every day there's just too much work to do...!

#rei sakuma #eichi tenshouin #aira shiratori #translation #dorm translation #enstars translation

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whatudowhennooneseesyou · 11 months

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Hii! Could you edit when you can your Hongjoong nsfw reading since it has the wrong rising and houses?

And wanted to comment some things too like I don't think him having Winona as a type is true (at least not that he said it) bc I didn't see that anywhere?? And talking abt Camila, I believe she has olive skin and changes depending the weather, but either way the poster he had in the past she wasn't light at all soo. Anyways he said lot of times that he doesn't have an ideal type and goes for the auras and how they are (btw don't care if he didn't explicitly said the word still believe he came out as pansexual, also other tarot readings always point that too!). Aesthetic, not sexual, attraction is another thing. Like that fan he said was gorgeous with gothic(? aesthetic.

But ig it could influence too if he is attracted to those kind of aesthetics in the first place to talk with them and leading to whatever.

And about those fancalls and fansigns fans I'm pretty sure he acts like that bc he knows and loves how his fans praise him and is very giggly and cute or flirty on purpose bc he knows they and him like it.

He could like them too who knows but only he can confirm bc he looks at ppl with what some say love or attraction and shows attention to literally almost everyone lol, all the members, interviewers, fans, some celebrities..

Btw I so agree with what you said of parasocial relationships affecting them too, recently ppl were talking about them and I said that bc we usually never think it affects them too and pretty sure goes both ways, I mean we even have proof of it, he said himself various times he relies to atiny for comfort too and communicates to us a lot of things and important occasions as if we were friends and always wants to be more close to us. I think is also something he needs in any close friend/partnership he is compatible with, his chart indicates it too. The other more interactive members too..They all try to have some boundaries too at least but yeah definitely affects them in some degree.

Aside the ones mentioned like Camila, all the celebs he likes and maaybe some fans, for more type "indicators" he said Mingi was sexy and his deep voice was his type, or when he shows his "panicked gay" behavior like to say some examples, around Sh doing exercise shirtless in their old dorms, recently saying "while I calm my beating heart" to San being shirtless and wanting him to be covered lol, or many times being nervous and giggly around Yunho holding his waist and being close, saying how handsome he is and for Yeosang too, and touching his biceps constantly or saying he loves his and Sh deep tones. So I see a pattern of somewhat muscular, tall and deep voiced guys👀 Btw not shipping him with any of them but those things can still show our preferences.

Ah idk but maybe also him at least aesthetically attracted to androgyny and gnc ppl like he himself is bc of some artists he loves like David Bowie, Prince, the singer in Years&Years, etc.

So in conclusion maybe more "masculine" looking guys, "feminine" girls, and any androgynous or/and gnc person! But yeah at the end don't think physical aspect is not important or the most important to him.

And on another topic, I would also say he may like the other being dominant or/and a top as well. Bc I saw cap risings or/and dominant ppl saying they like being topped and dominated in bed in contrast of them being pressured/being dominant in the rest of their life aspects! Think this could be true seeing how he always relegates his leader role any time he can to the others and how he likes being taken care of, like Sh and Yh mainly, always taking care of him when they shared bedrooms or life things bc he is so clumsy and also has too many responsibilities and pression with that role in his job already to also be that way in his private life. And you can tell he forces himself to be that way like his "I think I need to be more patriarchal" for them to listen to him and take him seriously some times, and also needing to be that way in contrast to Sh, even if I think they are wrong and should do both roles if they want balance not being just one thing and Hj not having to be the one that scolds and nags them specially at the beginning when he is so caring too and could be more if he didn't have that parent and leader role😔

And even if he still has both facets we saw how he actually is such a baby in a relaxed ambients specially with older ppl than him too, and even saying how pure and innocent was bf having to be a leader (although to me he still is just not only that).

Anyways tangent done, but I think both him and his partner could be switches and verses and being one role or another depending the partner or occasion💁

Hey, thank you for sending this in and I honestly don't really have a lot to add to this opinion because I think all these points are great and valid.

Yes, I will revise Hongjoong's natal chart once I finish Softtober and my final Mommy!May fic and then I'll focus more on astrology content for the new year.

He mentioned it in an interview or a behind-the-scenes clip A LONG TIME AGO like I think it was around 2018-2019 that he mentioned it?

And Camilla does have olive skin which is why I said 'fair complexion' that includes a vast array of skin tones and high-contrast features, like think Deep/True Winter colour palette and aesthetic.

I know he has hinted a few times at being apart of the LGBTQIA+ community but when did he say anything about being specifically pansexual? I'm curious now and would like to know more.

Aesthetic and sexual attraction are different, I agree and it's what I mean when I say there are some fancalls where you can see that the member thinks the Atiny is attractive in some way.

I giggled when I saw that Atiny with Hongjoong with their bright hair and fishnet gloves and dark eye makeup because when Hongjoong said their style was his type, I was like...'KNEW IT!!! I FKN KNEW IT!!'

In regards to what you mentioned about him potentially liking 'masculine' guys, I hadn't thought about but I can see it, it reminds me of when he said Mingi was 'his type' in one of the concerts lol! I don't know what context he meant when he said it, I just know he said it.

I've always been a firm believer of 'switch hongjoong' and I do believe that while he does prefer to be dominant, he's one of the few members (Wooyoung and San are the other ones) that are 60-40 even when it comes to power dynamics.

There is this comfort image in my mind of Hongjoong being the type to want to be babied and 'taken care off' after a hard day at work or when he's burnt out- I think if he's really tired but still in the mood, he wouldn't mind having his partner just take over and do whatever they want.

Hongjoong gives me the aura of someone who potentially might be demisexual in all honesty and has shifts in his drive and libido, I feel (because I have similar natal chart placements to him) like he would rather abstain until he meets 'the one' rather than have casual and meaningless sex.

Why? You may ask?

Hongjoong's Scorpio Venus in the 11th House indicates he's satisfied with the praise and appreciation he receives from Atiny's so whoever Hongjoong's future partner will be, they must be truly special because Hongjoong doesn't NEED to be in a romantic relationship, he chooses to be in them.

Anyway, this was a great conversation anon and I really enjoyed chatting with you :)

#ateez smut #ateez hard hours #anon ask #answered ask #kim hongjoong #hongjoong smut #hongjoong x reader #kpop astrology #astrology talk with ruby

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The Blackbird: Chapter 2

Pairing: Stella x (FemKnight!)MC (Cirrus Qrow)

Chapter Summary: The both of you reach the castle, Stella awaits her mother's unpredictable nature. You wanted to find out why you were required to accompany Stella to meet with her mother. Her mother in unpredictable like she told you...

Chapter Warning(s): Stress, Familial Tension

Chapter Theme: Seeing Red - Arrows in Action

Chapter Key: Italics = Thoughts, +*+ = Time Skip, Bold/Italic = Flashback

A/n: So I'm going to put together an aesthetic of what the Fate version of Solaria will look like... Because we'll never get to see it :(

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*Cirrus' POV* You open your eyes to the morning glow of the sun. Kat was already out of the dorm.

"Stella," You try to wake her

She stirs.

"Hmm?" She ass, half awake

"We need to leave soon don't we?" You ask

She nods.

"I don't need to pack anything," She says, slowly getting up, "I'll help."

She brushes past you and begins rummaging through your portion of the drawers.

"you sure you don't need to pack anything?" You ask, "I'm pretty sure I watched you on the first day that you brought your entire wardrobe."

"I'm sure that I still have plenty of clothes back home," She chuckles, "I'd share but I don't think your build would fit my clothes."

*Stella's POV* You turn back to Cirrus to see her back turned to you. Your eyes travel all over her back as she flexes her back muscles. Your legs move on their own. Your fingers trace the outline of her biceps.

"Stells, are you trying to distract me again?" She asks, looking over her shoulder

"Sorry," You say, "I can't help it."

"Hah, by the way, dresses aren't my cup of tea," She chuckles

*Cirrus' POV* You finish up packing some clothes, and begin following Stella out to the front gate, where a Solaria vehicle awaited for the both of you. However, when Stella gets into the car, the driver presses his hand against your shoulder.

"Your highness, is this the knight that you plan to accompany you to the castle?" The driver asks

"Yes," Stella says, "Now, let her in please."

The driver gives you one last look before letting you in. But, the look was a look of judgement...

"Cirrus, what's the matter?" She asks

She immediately settles her head on your shoulder.

"Nothing," You lie, "Just thought I saw something..."

The car pulls off and begins driving away form the Academy.

+*+

Thought majority of the drive, there had only been silence almost the three of you. However, it wasn't all bad, you were getting some incredible views through the window.

"Cirrus?" Stella's voice snaps you out of your daze

You turn to her.

"Is something on your mind?" She asks

"Ci-Cirrus..." Stella pants

"Nope, nothing in particular," You try to hide your blush

You hear Stella chuckle: she saw through your little lie.

"You're adorable when you try to hide the fact you're thinking about me," She smiles

"I-I- Stella, I am not...." You try to make up an excuse

She raises an eyebrow.

"I'm just really anxious about what this is all about and why my presence in particular is needed," You finally say

"Hmmm, right," Stella adjusts herself back to laying her head on your shoulder

"Well, that's one of the things on my mind," You confess

"HAH! I knew it!" Stella yelps

"Yeah yeah I'm just giving you the benefit of the doubt," You say

"So you WERE thinking about me?!" She asks

"In my defense, I never said it was-"

"Ladies," The driver clears his throat

The both of you cease your current conversation and look at the driver through the rearview mirror.

"We should be arriving to the castle shortly," He says

You look out of the window a the car begins rolling through the entryway of the castle.

"It's so... Bright..." You say, rubbing your eyes to avoid blindness

"Well, of course Cirrus," Stella says, "It's Solaria."

"Well, Cirrus Qrow has never been to Solaria in her life," You say, "The Crows always preferred their dark, lonely places."

"Are you talking about the bird or you?" Stella asks

"... Yes," You say

You grab your bag out from the trunk and follow close behind Stella as she begins leading you to the throne room. Everywhere your eyes grazed, something always reflected back into your eyes.

Flashy... Literally...

Two guards push the two giant doors apart.

The Queen sits upon her throne, ceasing her conversation with whomever it was as soon as she heard the doors open.

"Stella," She smiles

"Hello mother," Stella forces a smile

"Hello Stella," She greets back, but then her eyes drift to you

"Your majesty," You greet with a bow

She gives a slight head nod but then her attention goes back to her daughter.

"Guards, please escort..." Luna attempts to figure out your name

"Cirrus Qrow, your majesty," You introduce yourself

"Escort Cirrus Qrow to her own Bedchamber," She says

As a guard approaches you, you were honestly hoping for Stella to chime in and offer to do it, but nothing... You were kind of sad, however, knowing how many stories Stella has told you about her mother, and her strained relationship, you understood her situation.

The guard begins taking you out of the castle...

"Uhm... Sir... Where are you taking me?" You ask

"The Guest house Queen Luna had specifically had planned for you," He explains

Oh...

You were expecting to get a bedchamber somewhere in the castle... But, it was better than being put in the dungeon, if that still existed.

+*+

You weren't sure what you were expecting when he told you a guest house... You were expecting a mini-castle... But, it was like a cabin... You weren't going to complain.

Still better than a dungeon cell...

"Thank you," You give your gratitude to the guard

He gives you a head nod and begins walking back the way you two came.

*Stella's POV* "Mother, where did you have the guard escort Cirrus?" You ask, out of curiosity

"Just to our guest house outside of the castle," She answers

"That far?!" You ask, "Why didn't you just have her in one of our bedchambers?!"

"Do not raise your voice at me young lady," Luna's jaw clenches

Your mouth closes instinctively.

"We have many other guests here and we do not have room for her in the castle, the only other option was the guest house," She explains

"'Many other guests'? Mother what is summoning me here, and bringing her all about?" you finally break the question

"You will find out soon enough," She says, "Now relax, you must have had a long journey."

You reluctantly nod your head and briskly walk out of the throne room.

+*+

"Cirrus?" You gently knock on the door

"Come in," Her voice reverberates against the door

When you open the door, you were almost at a loss for words. Everything was small....

"Hey," She greets you, getting out of the bed

"I'm-I'm sorry that you're all the way out here, and-"

"Whoa Stells, slow down," She says, "It's okay, nothing I'm not used to. Besides, I told myself that it was better than being in a dungeon."

You let out a chuckle, "I'm sorry I didn't offer to take you."

"It's okay," She says, "I'm sure your mother had some words for you."

"I got upset that she sent you out here," You say

"Listen, I understand how your mother is, I'm not mad," She says

You could tell she was trying her best to reassure you, however, even her words weren't getting to you.

*Cirrus' POV* You could easily tell how stressed she was becoming... You wrap your hands around her hips and pull her in for a hug. She immediately settles into your embrace.

"It's okay..." You repeat the phrase, "I'll be fine."

"I know it's just... I would have felt better if she treated you kinder," She says

"Not everyone likes a Blackbird..." You sigh, "But, it's nothing that I'm not used to. I'm the outcast at Alfea."

"Yeah, outcast," She chuckles, "Aflea's 3rd best specialist, and she happens to be dating the Crown Princess of Solaria. Can't really call yourself an outcast now."

"I'm the kind of person that gets dragged out everywhere just so she can support her girlfriend," You smile

"And I'm thrilled," She says

"Do you feel any better?" You ask, resting your forehead against hers

"Not really but, being here with you makes me feel better," She sighs

"Won't your mother notice you're gone?" You ask

"I don't care," She says

A knock comes to the door.

"Who is it?" You call out

"I'm with the Royal Guard, Queen Luna requests your presence back at the castle Princess Stella," He says

"And what on earth for?" She asks

"The Royal Ball," He says

The both of you look at each other, surprised. You follow behind Stella as she goes to open the door. Your arm instinctively snakes around her hip; making sure the person that was on the other side of the door was really a part of the Royal Guard. But, You could tell Stella knew he was in the guard.

"Right away then," She clears her throat, stepping away from your arm

"I'll see you tonight then?" She turns toward you as she walks with the guard

You nod.

"The queen has something set out for you too in the closet," The guard tells you, "I will assure you that I will get her to the castle."

You nod, but watch them until you couldn't see her any longer. You shut the door and make your way to the closet next to the bed. When you slide open the door, your slight smile drops.

My favorite color...

+*+

You slowly walk through the open doors, the various conversations making the room echo with life ceases. Dead, quiet... All eyes laid upon you. However, look to the Queen's right side of the throne where Stella sat. Her eyes glistened with delight. As you make your way into the ballroom, eyes still continue to follow you. However, your eyes never left Stella as she made her way to you.

"Evening, Princess," You smile as you greet her

"Good evening my little bird," She smiles back

"May I have this dance?" You ask, giving her a slight bow

You outstretch your hand to her.

"I would be heartbroken if you never asked," She gracefully places her hand over yours

You slowly close the gap between your bodies; one hand holds hers, and the other holds her by the hip. The both of you begin to sway to silence... Neither of you caring if there was no music...

"Pretty sure these Solarians don't like me very much," You try to whisper

"They'll open up to it.. Eventually," Stella gives you a harsh reality

"Eventually," You sigh, "Oh well, I only care about what you think right now."

"What I think?" She asks, "You should already have an idea of what I think."

Conversations and the music slowly starts back up...

"I don't care what these people or my mother thinks," She says, "I care about you."

She presses her forehead against yours.

"Only you," She adds

You sigh into a gentle smile.

"May I have a dance Princess Stella?" A male you are not familiar with, offers his hand to Stella

You look at her and could tell she was about to reject him. However, your hand holding hers; brings her hand to his. You didn't want to let her dance with another man but... You didn't want to make a scene. Especially in front of her mother.

+*+

You wait patiently to have a chance to dance with Stella once more however, just when you believed you had the chance, another man chimed in. However, you could see Stella's eyes drifting away from each man that swiped her hand for a dance. You knew those eyes were looking for you.

Your eyes drift down to the floor, losing hope to get the last dance with the princess.

"I was wondering when you were going to ask me for one last dance," Stella says

You look up and see her, smiling. She reaches and grabs your hand to lead you back to the dance floor. She spins on the ball of her foot and guides your hands to settle on her hips and rests her hands on your shoulders.

"I'm the type of person to wait my turn," You chuckle

"Well, if you really want something, you should know when to take it," She says

"Guess I really need to learn to go with my heart then," You chuckle

"And what does your heart say?" She asks

"Hmm... It says that-"

Before you could even tell Stella that you want to take her to bed, the conversations and music ceases. The both of you look up to Queen Luna, who arose from her throne.

"Everyone, I give my profound gratitude for your attendance this evening. Please, I would like to give our warmest welcome, to Cirrus Qrow," She announces

There were no applaud for you. But, you didn't care. you mostly cared about what ever the hell the queen was doing.

"What is she doing?" Stella whispers to you

You shrug your shoulders... Trying to catch on what her mother was announcing to the people.

"... Over the next few days there will be a series of Trials for Cirrus Qrow," Luna announces

Your stomach drops...

"What kind of Trials mother?!" Stella takes a few steps in front of you

"Ones that will prove to me that she is worthy of your hand," She explains

Your heart drops...

Chapter 3

#hannah van der westhuysen #female reader #stella fate #stella of solaria #stella x reader #fate the winx saga

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