#yes i know colour doesn't exist in the world. but for the bit it does

[incorrect-isat]

Odile, handing out popsicles: Which flavor do you want? Bonnie: Blue flavor! Odile: Uh, you mean Blue Raspberry? Bonnie: Blue flavor! Blue flavor! Odile: Blue is not a flavor! Bonnie: BLUE FLAVOR!

[andy-wm]

Back to WHO : the MV

This is a continuation of the earlier post that discusses the song WHO, by Jimin. That post was a first impression focused on the lyrics - while this one looks more closely at the MV.

(Remember this is my interpretation, not an official statement by Hybe)

The more times I watched the music video, the more I wanted to yell, because look...

IT'S REALLY STARING US IN THE FACE.

And again, kudos to Jimin's team because it's the most obvious thing in the world ever but only if you ALREADY KNOW what's going on.

Here's a summary:

The music video loosely represents Jimin's attraction/sexuality/love life as a timeline.

New colours - a new spectrum shall we say - filter into his life even though he's trying so hard to 'keep to the program'.

He searches high and low for a girl to love, but alas, nobody makes the fireworks happen for him. Then Billboard Boy crashes into his life, threatening to destroy everything. Jimin has to weather the storm and figure out where his place is because Billboard Boy is a major disruptor - a tornado in fact. In the end, the fireworks are popping and the chaos is happening, and Jimin has to just go with it and finds his place again. His colours have been getting brighter and louder as he goes along and in the end he's prepared to walk away from everything in order to be the spectrum he is.

<<I'm not saying it's literally a count of how many girls or boys or enbys he's kissed. I hope his kissed all of them and then some, frankly, but that's none of my business.>>

A few things to pay special attention to:

Burning cars > cars = masculinity. fire = hot. 1+1=2.

Dancers > people he's interacting with

Rough weather, as represented by the wind-whipped papers and eventually even cars being tossed about the set > His attraction to men (and dare I say it, culminating in a focus on one man in particular)

Colour flares, machine text, and marks on the tape (horizontal lines etc)

Are you ready? Let's go...

Jimin enters the scene looking like sex on legs (no surprises) and strolls casually onto the road. Immediately our view of hm is blocked by a pop-art style poster blowing across the screen. It's immediately followed by a car coming around the corner onto the road. The car is on fire. Jimin watches it pass by and follows it.

He follows the burning car.... and so it begins.

The narrative starts from before BTS even exists. Jimin encounters several female dancers who he has brief and sexy interludes with. In fact i don't think there's a single woman in this MV who he doesn't at least look at. He really does try everything (and everyone) in his efforts to find HER.

BUT WAIT.... rewind...

Let's go back to the poster... it depicts a street scene much like the one we see here, with the words:

WHO IS!! TORNADO OF LOVE

Note: those are exclamation points not question marks.

It's not a question. This is telling us UP FRONT IN BIG LETTERS that 'WHO' is tornado of love.

I could probably stop here and just say 'ok go watch it again' but it's too much fun to go through all the details.

So let's continue...

Jimin has a little more steamy choreo with the female dancers before the lyrics tell us he has so many people to see and places to go, and he leaves them and joins 6 other men in what looks like a work environment....

Hello we are BTS!

Yes you guessed it... like Yoongi did in Haegum, Jimin has his members represented here. (Fan chant going off in my head...) and more delicious choreography follows.

Notice that while Jimin was dancing with the girls, the only signs of rough weather were a few glittery specs floating through the air, barely noticable. Those bits of glitter multiply when he joins the 6 men, and instead of a sprinkling of glitter, it starts looking like a light snowfall.

That's all about to change....

The first moment of reckonning:

At the end of this section of choreo, as Jimin sings 'who is my heart waiting for' and moves into the next phase we have a barely visible flash of light across the screen and rainbow colours bleed into the footage (at 1.14).

This is also the moment the significant rough weather starts. I'd say this is where Jimin starts noticing how he feels, and the turmoil begins, because this is also where he makes eye contact with the camera (1.23).

He sees us watching.

Fuck. I had a moment here. There's a look on his face as he walks past the camera and stares right into it.

AUTO CALLIBRATION...

As another millisecond flash of light and rainbow colours seep into the footage, The machine text 'AUTO CALLIBRATION' appear on the screen and flash there for a couple of seconds.

CALLIBRATE: To standardise... by determinning the deviation from a standard so as to ascertain the proper correction factors (Meriam-Webster definition).

"Get a hold of yourself, Jimin. Reset (your behaviour and desires) to correspond with expectations"

Jimin makes a very determined bee-line for the nearest girl and dances with her, ignoring the burning car in the foreground.

This brings us to the next phase of the narrative, and the next location - the performance space in front of the OASIS cinema.

(Do you see the doors of the cinema - BTS referenced again).

As he dances with this girl, the camera zooms out and we see that a crowd has gathered outside the cinema, watching them, but the crowd does not seem friendly and the dance seems performative - the movements are exagerated and obvious. The girl has Jimin in a headlock at one point and then she pushes him away and leaves. All in all it's an unpleasant event.

At this point the BTS members return (Although now there's one missing) and they dance with and around a number of female dancers. flashes go off in the crowd as the choreo is performed.

As they dance the wind picks up quickly and papers and cans are blown about. Even when Jimin is obviously interacting with female dancers the weather continues to pick up. Dancing with the girls isn't helping.

The camera pulls back and we see the same car as before, still on fire.

This is the moment when the penny (or billboard) drops.

All the other dancers scatter, dissapearing in a matter of seconds as the billboard comes crashing down. The billboard blocks his path. Wherever he had been planning to go - or whatever course of action he had planned to take - this man on the billboard forces a new decision. Jimin has to rethink his plans.

Jimin turns and goes in the opposite direction to everyone else. (A similar scene occured in Like Crazy, Jimin going the other way, rejecting the norm, going against the tide).

The machine text flashes "REWIND ... REWIND" on the screen and we see Jimin heading back to where all this started... where the original car on fire was seen.

He's travelling his own path now, but as he walks, alone in what seems to be the wrong direction, we see the store lights brighter, reflecting off cars and filling the space around him.

He's going through the motions with the girls he passes but the interactions are brief and in one case he actually dodges the girl completetly.

He retraces his steps amidst the chaos, and the weather really goes nuts. Now there are cars being thrown through the air, streetlamps exploding. The storm is almost upon him.

As Jimin steps into that original street again, the one with the neon letters spelling BLISS, the machine text reads PLAY. It's almost ike he's having a redo, where he accepts who he is from the start and allows the chaos to happen. And the chaos DOES happen, because the tornado has arrived.

THE TORNADO OF LOVE.

There's a flash and the whole screen is flooded with colours, blanking out the footage.

Jimin can no longer dance in step with everyone else at this point. He's doubled over, belting those high notes at the climax of the song while the chaos rages in the background. Without the music to give his actions context, it almost looks like hes in agony.

Sparks fly, lights flash, even the film itself is affected...

He eventually gets it together and rejoins the choreography, picking up his life so to speak. But his callibration is forever changed. the colours that bled into his life are there for good now, and and as he walks away after the music stops, we see that those colours are not just for the performance, they exist outside of that.

A note about the light flares we see throughout the MV:

It was really hard to catch these, some of them were literal milliseconds. I had to slow the MV down to play at .25 original speed and even then they were fleeting - well hidden.

Only the one at the very end was really visible.

In this one, the word PAUSE appears, as the MV ends. I wonder if that relates to their military service?

The flares of light and colour, those rainbow flashes, aren't always easy to find. Youvhave to be prepared to seek them out.

We will find them if we look for them, but i think Jimin won't show his true colours until after the lights go down and the performance is over.

I respect his decision (if that's what that is) and i will continue to meet him here his stands. I'll support everything he does knowing what I know and I'll continue to search for and uncover the hidden messages he sends us.

[slimeology]

im back again oh boy, with the next of dhmis design but my version yep yep :D lamp this time,, also known as my all time favourite but sHH you hear nothing!!

not as much as a ref as the previous but i didn't have many ideas that could be visualised well, so they'll be written below :] + extra image??? basically a concept i coloured PTHTGHG

Welcome back to too many words yes hi, your fun fact here is that this is probably the only design that is basically a redesign of my first ever [created back in i dunno 2019??? eariler probably??] of when i did designs before that the world never saw. His previous creature-ness is kept the same, and the needless amount of hair increased! HAH!

But, as for what he specifically is, he's sort of a dream eater species of sorts. He requires no physical food to survive, fun!! now he can stay in bed foreverr :]] Essentially he enters dreams to be able to consume it, but he spends a fair bit of time just messing around in your head instead because he cannot dream like others can. When he does consume the dream, you are immediately woken up and feel like you have gotten zero sleep, which he does know, so he never sticks to just one person for it.

OH and as stated on the main image, he does feel like a plushie indeed!! Like quite a large, weighty plush but one none the less. His hair is soft but also wool-like in it's mass / density, though it's really hard to put anything through it. Also inexpicably smells of things you'd usually think of relating to sleep,, i guess?? like lavender or something. yeah. no reason for it he just do.

Here's the coloured draft i said would exist woah, feet out because i found deciding the footwear hard PHTGB

Out of all of the ones i will design, he is pretty much the only one with no intentions to harm anyone or be as controlling. He's just here to hang out and dream, and that is it. He's not easy to converse with as he speaks absolute nonsense that could only make sense in a dream, but that doesn't mean he's not trying to help cause affter all, dreams can also be in a metaphorical sense ;D

Generally though, he's nice enough. He does totally zone out a lot and just falls asleep mid conversation but at least he's not got any rules ,,?? Typically not seen outside of a bedroom though, if he isn't in there he's probably asleep on the floor somewhere,, because he will fall asleep anywhere and his hair is a functional enough blanket.

if you read all this uM hi you're wonderful, i think i am gonna aim to have shrignold finished next. eventually [because i assume they will be awful to complete yeaaaayyyy]

[scekrex]

So here I'm after telling you that I need to cry over the next part of "A bloody nose and two bleeding hearts" I was thinking about it for a moment and it took me there...

Adam took the reader back to heaven yay. But not everything is so dandy, the Reader has fallen, even if he's back, he's fallen angel. With that comes everything that a fallen angel would feel...cut connection with Father, that strange feeling of being alone, cast aside, not wanted. If the reader had wings there are phantom pains, I'm imagining that the wings would somehow change, maybe colour, or maybe he would lose feathers in a few places, unfortunately it's not two or three feathers... Now the Reader is thinking about what Adam has told him and he can't help but wonder if that was a lie, because how could someone want him after the fall? Adam on the other side doesn't know what to really do with the reader... He sees that the reader is getting more and more depressed with each day, but it has been a long time since he had comforted someone depressed(I imagine it would be Cain after killing Abel, but that's just my little headcanon, that Cain after killing his brother and coming back to his senses would get so depressed). Even so he tries to take care of the reader, by not letting Sera close again or something like that. It does help a bit, but the reader now needs all love Adam could give him, to see and feel that what Adam has told him was real, that he was wanted by someone even if he fell.

So yes, that's all I think...and even if not it doesn't matter, I'll love it anyway

Omg I love this soooo much - depressed reader is something I find so much comfort in

Part 1

For what we have done we will pay our price

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, hurt - with comfort

note: not beta read bc fuck you

Heaven felt different, now that you were back. It felt so cold, so lonely, all the warmth it had once provided was gone, you were no longer able to feel the heavenly connection to it you once had. Its colors had once been bright and welcoming to your eyes but after your fall they simply didn’t look the same to you, they looked grayish, boring and just as cold as they felt. The great and loving connection you used to have to Father was not present anymore, you were not able to feel him guiding you, protecting you anymore and you were only to assume that he wasn’t feeling your bright spirit in return. Because your spirit seemed to be so many things and all of them were ugly, ugly just like your appearance had become once your feet had touched hellish ground.

Your wings simply weren’t the same anymore, just like everything else and while you were somewhat thankful that you weren’t surrounded by sinners, you weren’t quite sure if being surrounded by judgemental angels was any better. They stared at you, at your wings and really, you couldn’t even blame them because if you were in their position you would’ve stared and judged as well. But it really didn’t help with your situation. Your wings, once a beautiful bright white with a light blue touch to the tips of your feathers had turned gray, not only had they changed to look less pure and more tainted, you had also started to lose feathers. That had started once Adam had brought you back to heaven and you only assumed it was their way of punishing you for disobeying the law. In the end it really didn’t matter why it happened, what was more important was that it happened and it made your wings look rotten, which only caused your appearance in general to look even messier.

Because ever since Adam had brought you back to heaven you had been crashing at his place, they had sold your place within a couple of hours and while that had been painful due to the loss of very personal items, it wasn’t the end of the world. Everything else seemed like it though. The energy to leave the bed every day was barely existent and you asked yourself how Adam did it, how he managed to get up every day, how he managed to just go about his day and not give a fuck about heaven’s questionable decisions.

You were lying in the first man’s bed, your body was covered by your own wings and a soft blanket - the blanket was necessary because of the giant bald areas on your wings, without it you would’ve caught a cold, a thing Adam tried to prevent. Your relationship towards Adam had changed in general, there was no more playful teasing, that had been replaced by soft touches and warm cuddles every now and then, but was it enough to keep you sane and intact? You weren’t sure. On the other hand you weren’t truly sure of anything, not when Adam’s soft words felt like lies. Why would the brunette care for you in the ways he claimed to care for you and like you? What reason have you ever given him to think of you as someone to adore and love?

The first man entered the room, something you were only able to hear, your eyes were covered by three feathers that were still left on the edge of your wing, three lonely feathers that reminded you of what you’ve once been and how drastically that had changed. “Are you dead?�� the first man asked jokingly, but to you his question wasn’t funny. Because to you death seemed like a less painful and energy draining thing, like a thing more beautiful than the miserable afterlife you were stuck in. And it wasn’t Adam’s fault, yes he had been teasing you, yes he had been pushing your buttons but you had been the one to punch him so really it was your fault for losing control. And yet he not only brought you back to heaven but also let you crash at his place. Probably the nicest thing Adam had done since Eden.

“I wish,” you mumbled against the dry skin of your almost featherless wing, the sensitive body part twitched and you sighed as you removed it from your body and simply cuddled up in the blanket instead. You were able to remember how your wings used to feel, how the connection to Father used to feel and what heaven used to look like and you were quite sure that the blanket was not making up for your once so soft wings - far from it actually. You heard clicking sounds, Adam must have put something down. And just as you were about to turn around to look at what he was doing the mattress dipped next to you and you felt the blanket being lifted up a little. The next thing you recognized were strong arms that wrapped around your body and pulled you flush against Adam’s chest. It was more of a reflex to tug your wings in during cuddles. And then you felt it. Soft feathers were brushing against your bare torso, they slid over your sweaty skin so smoothly.

Adam had wrapped his wings around you.

“Don’t fucking say that,” his voice sounded so unusual soft, so warm and comforting, there was no sarcastic comments, no harsh shoves, he was not trying to push your buttons either. He simply laid there, right next to you and tried his best to bring back the familiar feeling of heaven. You felt his feathers gently stroking your back in slow motions, up, then down, then up, then down. You got lost in the rhythm of it, so lost in fact that you forgot to respond to Adam. But was it important to respond to the brunette in the first place? You had only been honest and you were quite sure that everything else you had to say the first man wouldn’t like at all. And while his words were cheap - they had been and maybe they always will be - his actions weren't. Because instead of thinking of you as something disgusting he held you in his arms like the biggest treasure he had ever been allowed to touch. He looked at you with such loving eyes, touched you with gentle hands and cozy wings, kissed you with soft lips and passion you never expected from a person like him.

And maybe - just maybe - rotting away in heaven wasn’t all that bad. At least not with Adam by your side.

[wwillywonka]

when you're writing heaven on their minds, what version of willy is in your mind? is it depp wonka or wilder wonka? I know for sure it's not chalamet wonka. or maybe the musical ones? borle or snook?

hi anon! thanks so much for the question!<3

i try to emulate this in heaven on their minds by the very fact that i include bits and pieces from all versions of canon, but my willy is very much an amalgamation of every willy. and when i say every, i mean every, which is why i reward myself (with the self-awareness of its pomposity) with the Wonka Expert title - because i don't consider just one willy wonka to be The willy wonka; they're all him and he cannot exist without every piece of himself.

in terms of physical appearance, i've shared my art of him on here (and on my instagram @/corduroycyborg), and those drawings are about as close as i can get to portraying how he looks in my mind: tall but too thin for his height, mid-length thick curly chocolate-coloured (ha!) hair that he straightens within an inch of its life, deep set electric purple eyes that can increase or decrease in saturation depending on his mood, nose like a rabbit's, perfect teeth and painted nails and gold jewellery and always a thick layer of makeup to hide his insecurities. i also go back and forth a lot in my head about his race considering i myself am mixed asian and pretty much project everything about myself on him. but i like to keep it ambiguous to make him an accessible character for all readers, an intentional choice that plays into the themes in hotm of him feeling like he isn't a person without the media and his fans telling him who he is. hotm (my) willy is definitely more based on 2005 because that is my favorite version (and because i am hopelessly, unfortunately attracted to twink johnny depp for no reason) but also because i feel like that movie does the best job of externalising his inner self through his appearance. wilder wonka is classic, of course, but i've always thought, even as a kid, that he just looks too damn nice, is too charismatic. wilder wonka, while definitely mad (the boat scene>>>), is just a big ol' teddy bear. his hair looks so soft, and the way he picks up charlie and twirls him around is so 🥺🥺🥺. gene wilder himself said that he wanted his wonka to look trustworthy so that he could focus on making his personality unpredictable, which i appreciate and think works well in the 1971 movie - but willy is supposed to be antisocial and scary and off-putting. it makes him so much more interesting to me. the original book describes him as bright and colorful, yes, but also as someone charlie immediately wants to unpack, to study, to understand. and the way wilder wonka doesn't even wear gloves...!! that's a hugely essential part of willy's character and his adversity to the outside world, and it just isn't present in what is typically considered the "best" version.

in chapter 7, i describe willy lounging in a oscar wilde-esque fashion, with a floral robe and lipstick and a french bob. i know this is technically me stretching the femininity of depp wonka perhaps a little too far, but it's my own special charm i've built around the character in the past many years of him being my favorite character of all time. perhaps it's just me being really bisexual and projecting my particular type and relationship with gender onto him; i accept that and own it. i will forcibly feminize my blorbos all i want and that is my right. now, to address gareth snook wonka. tbh the worst wonka look besides the unspeakable tom and jerry movie. THAT BEING SAID, uk tour willy is probably my favorite portrayal of the character ever. he's unpredictable, he's scary, and his attractiveness and charms are so unexpected but make so much sense in the most surprising ways - snook wonka is cunty, i'll say it. mix his personality with depp and that's MY willy!!!

and yeah, definitely no chalamet wonka. i literally don't think about him at all while writing the character unless i'm considering how noodle fits into the story. and i've said this before but i don't care for borle wonka even though i know he's a fan favorite. sorry lol.

TLDR: 93% depp, 6% snook, 4% dahl, and 2% wilder. ("but that's 105%!" yes.)

((p.s. the artist who appears most on the big unpublished playlist i have for him is lana del rey. if that helps paint a picture🎀🍫🐇🍒).

[scribble-dribble-writes]

IF namor x shuri does become canon, how do you think they’d be marketed? like what would their dynamic be and how would they go about it?

Woah such a great question!

I need them to be canon because if they were to come together, they would become a representation for those who have roots in both heritages. Lupita felt moved when she got to play Nakiya and speak Spanish. They're not just another enemies to loves or a beauty and the beast retelling, those parts of the trope are used but they're sooo much more bigger and if not grounded than that.

They will represent two highly strong individuals and intelligent beings coming together. Its often the trope in movies, where they write a strong woman character but never give her a romantic love interest. Because at the end of the day "she's good on her own", that narrative is so detrimental to women in general, cause even if you know your worth and value, you will still end up alone. I guess that's why even after so many years, I keep going back to the hunger games movies and books. Cause Katniss as independent as she is also has Peeta who loves her for it. So Namor and Shuri's dynamic will be similar to that.

Now the most common theme that is portrayed and is a force to reckon with is the idea of colonisation in the movie, that is repeated over and over and we see the aftermath of it. It hurt people and cultures and destroyed so many possible futures. We live in a world today that has enabled people from those cultures to have a voice of their own.

When India was invaded, the British divided it first and the conquering bit came easy. They turned the varied amount of tribes and small kingdoms against eachother. Piting them based on the fact that they are different. If you're so focused fighting on of your own for personal reasons, it's much easier for someone else to slip through. The result of that action to an afflicted community to be scared of anyone, that everyone else is going to be the same. The only way to battle that is unity. Gandhi led the movement and today is a mark in history, that when all of us come together, no force can stand against us. Namor and Shuri coming together will symbolise that, two cultures can exist together. They are not the enemy. Allies is such a strong concept throughout the movie. When we head out of the theaters, that's who we are. As a person of colour, it ties all of us together and by being united, we will start to heal.

As individual characters, it will again have an amazing impact. A lot of people identify with both of these characters. In an interview, Tenoch was talking about how Namor's humanity was built upon. That at the end, he is just a man protecting his family. He believes he's unworthy of love. So many resonate with that. Now taking that character and giving him a gruesome end is doing no good. You're not enabling a pathway for change or redemption. Namor does not need to be redeemed, yes, but giving him the opportunity to do so and watch him reevaluate what he needs to do is another beautiful journey much like how they handled the topic of grief in this movie. We can move forward if we wish it.

Shuri herself is morally grey, she has a streak of darkness and it's amazing. Women often get portrayed in all white. The main concept behind it being purity and if she were to do anything wrong, she loses everything. She's got vegence and anger, to see Namor say or in a sense validate her for her emotions was freeing. A man loving a woman in all her forms? Yeah that's what all of us want! The moment she fears she swayed deeper into the dark side, she's getting what she's asked for Namor at her feet but she's resisting from killing him. She's rethinking all of it. The message in that scene is to show them who you are, which is so beautiful. Yeah you've slipped up here and there, but it doesn't change who you are within. That again, if you wish you can get past your hurt and still reach out.

Them coming together will be marketed with such points in mind or at least I would have it like that. They're not just another MCU couple for the sake of it. They hold weight and trauma but through it also peace and love 🥹😩

[braveclementine]

A/N

Warnings: None. (Will however be a 18+ reader book)

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own a few OCs like Elizabeth, Katherine, Stacy, and Jessie. I do not condone any copying of this.

SOULMATE WORLD RULES BECAUSE PEOPLE SAID MY STORY TO COMPLEX:

1. Yes, you could date someone that isn't your soulmate. But it would be for 'practice' purposes. You can hold hands, hug, kiss, even give each other orgasms if you really wanted to, even have sex- but with possible consequences.

2. Having a baby with someone you're not soulmated to will result in the child being either sick or growing up to be evil (got the idea from the wizarding world where if a parent is under a love potion or spell, then the child grows up with zero emotions- aka Tom Riddle)

3. Yes, normal kids under soulmate bonds can still be sick or evil, it's just a guarantee if the baby isn't under soulmate parents it will be sick or evil.

4. You can have sex outside of the marriage/bonding ceremony, but the bond is stronger is you wait to have sex after the ceremony

5. By taking a trait from your soulmate doesn't mean your soulmate loses that trait. It just becomes a part of you. It also doesn't mean that since you're bonded to all of these superheroes you get their powers. For example, if you had been bonded to Peter Parker, you might suddenly find yourself being a little happier since that kid runs on enthusiasm.

6. You do not wait to have all of your soulmates before you get married. Obviously, Tony and Stephen didn't wait, nor did Steve, Bucky, and Sam wait for you before they bonded.

7. Your soulmate can only feel pain that is directly applied to their soulmate line

8. Not everyone shares the same soulmates. For example, Wanda is soulmated to Vision. Elizabeth is soulmated to Vision. Vision is soulmated to Wanda and Elizabeth. But Elizabeth and Wanda are not soulmated to each other. Likewise, Wanda and Vision are not soulmated to Pietro or Hogun, only Elizabeth is. However, because of their shared soulmate bonds, Wanda and Vision will gain some sort of trait from Hogun, Pietro, Jessie, Katherine, Sif, Fandral and Volstagg, because Pietro is bonded to Jessie and Katherine while Hogun is also bonded to Sif. And then Sif is bonded to Fandral and Volstagg as well. Yeah this rule is a bit confusing, I agree. I just like making life difficult on myself.

9. No one gets their lines until they are six months of age.

10. Left arm is for your soulmates. Right arm is your own line.

11. The person has to say their own name in proximity of you in order for you to know who your soulmate is. Their name will become a part of their line.

12. Most soulmates have at least one male, female couple even if there are multiple of the same gender in a bond so that mates can have at least two kids. It is very rare to find a pure lesbian/gay couple.

13. Most people have solid soulmate lines. Having multiple lines means that you have a lot of problems and worries in your life- aka why all superheroes have several colours. So there remains the mystery- why does Elizabeth have so many colours? And I guess Billie Eilish for that matter.

14. No- Contraceptives do not exist in this world. After all, there is no reason for you and your soulmates not to have children.

15. Adoption is rare as for some reason, if the child is not of your soulmate, or related to one of your soulmates, you don't have unconditional love for him/her. This is why the rules are so strict. Children should only stay with their soulmate parents. However, family can take care of you as well (like Aunt May and Peter Parker)

16. You could technically have sex with a soulmate of a soulmate. (Coulson and Fury could technically have sex if they wanted because Maria is a shared soulmate). Though it doesn't happen often, nothing bad will happen of it (like cursed children).

These are all of the ones that I can think about for now. Maybe updated in the future so you can come back and read this one if you need reminders of the rules. Let me know if there's still an unanswered question.

[michaelmilligan]

Archangel Week: Raphael Chasing away rainbows

(Gen, 1.5k, Raphael and contemplation of Castiel and the responsibilities of an archangel, also on AO3)

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It's difficult, sometimes, to remember the past, Raphael finds.

Not so much the events and actions, but the way they made them feel – the way they could look at a fledgling Castiel and not wish they murdered him earlier.

The way they could look at Gabriel and not feel resentment of him leaving them alone.

The way they could look at Michael and see a big brother rather than a general.

The way they could look at the world and marvel at it instead of a part of them wishing that their father had succeeded when trying to destroy it.

It's better than before, of course, when they were working towards the apocalypse, not caring whether it would usher in paradise or kill every last human, as long as they would have peace. Now, they have their siblings back, and a God who stays and cares, as inexperienced as he is.

A God who listens, though one who is no father, but a son, and Castiel's at that.

Raphael doesn't think that they will ever be able to fully forgive Castiel. Neither will he likely forgive them. They will both have to live with that, and learn to work together anyway.

Still, Raphael sometimes tries to remember how it felt when Castiel came to them with all his eyes wide and his wings trembling, the feathers on them a bright rainbow of colours.

“Am I going to die?” he asked, with a far too serious voice for a fledgling who knew only how to sing in chorus with his siblings, their graces still growing, barely formed enough to fight yet.

“You will not die,” Raphael answered, wondering whether he had heard stories about the Empty, that dreadful place so few of them had gone to yet.

The colours, of course, were a prank likely played by Gabriel. He had always liked changing other angels' appearances, and sometimes his own, to cause trouble. But Castiel didn't know this yet, only seeing Gabriel as a big brother who was far wiser and mightier than he – and he was not completely wrong, though also not completely right.

Raphael kept their assumptions to themself, though. Castiel would learn Gabriel's true nature soon enough.

“What colour are your wings normally?” Raphael asked.

“All of them,” Castiel said, a little bit confused. “But all at once.”

White, then – a regular colour for a lesser angel.

“Are you sure I'm not dying?” Castiel asked, wings trembling again. “Is it going to go away?”

“It will fade,” Raphael confirmed, and wove a spell to counter-act Gabriel's doing. They were not as proficient at these kinds of spells than he was, but they would manage.

“Will I look like everyone else again? Please say that I will. Everyone mocked me earlier,” Castiel said, wings drooping.

“You will be a regular angel again,” Raphael confirmed once more, and as their spell took effect, the colours in Castiel's feathers shifted and melted into each other, until they once again made Castiel's wings a uniform white.

“You fixed it!” Castiel beat his wings, a tiny flap from tiny appendages, and Raphael's wings rippled in amused sympathy.

“It wouldn't have been so bad,” Raphael said when they glimpsed the root of his wings, the connection between them and his grace, still swirling with colour, “to have colourful wings, yes?”

“Mine are colourful,” Castiel said.

It was technically correct – all colours were reflected by his wings – but the impression this gave was still as pure and white as Heaven itself.

“Mine are different from most angels,” Raphael said. Their wings were silver, mostly, with a slight purple hue that set them apart from Michael's more blue-tinted silver. “Does that make them weird?”

“But that's just how archangels look,” Castiel said. “You have many wings, but only two colours. Normal angels don't look like that.”

Normal. Raphael bristled at the word. Once upon a time, 'normal' hadn't existed. There had been an 'us', and a He, but they had not even been called archangels, because there had been no other angels to set them apart from.

“I suppose we are not normal then,” they said sharply.

“No, of course not. You're not part of the flock. You're special,” Castiel said, all wide-eyed innocence (though he only had about a hundred eyes yet, being as small as he was).

Raphael's annoyance bled over into amusement again. “Well, then perhaps you are also special,” they teased.

“But my wings are white again,” Castiel said, and left when his choir started singing again.

The last colour didn't want to fade from his wings. Even with time, the remaining effect of Gabriel's prank simply wouldn't go away. He was teased about it by his kind, but mostly he was teased about all the questions he had. Raphael heard him sometimes, when he implored his fellow angels to explain to him what seemed so simple to most.

He also asked Raphael, though rarely.

Why did He make humans imperfect, and then gave them a choice? - Because what use was choice when one was perfect? It had been a test and humanity had failed.

But had it not been only one human who had failed? Giving her cramps every month, and her daughters, and their daughters, seemed a harsh punishment. - They had failed and they must bear the price, as He saw fit.

Was He coming back home soon? Why wasn't He here? Where was He? - One did not question Him. Was Castiel questioning Him? Questioning angels were brought to the Michael, and given their just punishment. - No, of course he was not questioning Him. He must not be brought to the Michael. He was a good angel.

But of course, the questions didn't stop. No matter the threat his fellow angels or Raphael brought before him, he always had more answers to demand. More injustices to point out.

It got worse when Gabriel left. Raphael could not look at the little runt without remembering his brother, who had also had questions, or rather complaints. He had mostly kept them to himself, or had couched them in jokes at least, but Raphael had seen how it had gnawed at him, until he had been too empty to control himself anymore.

Raphael was not losing another sibling. There had to be another way.

The first time they stuck proverbial needles into Castiel's proverbial head, they finally managed to turn his wings completely white again. It was a relief when he stopped asking questions, no matter how unsettling the blank look in all of his eyes was.

But the colour bled back into his wings eventually, and so did the doubts bleed back into his mind. No matter how often Raphael tried to fix him, it was always a stopgap, and never a solution.

Until Michael had another idea. Castiel and all other troublemakers were sent as a garrison to retrieve the Righteous Man from Hell. If they all died, a new garrison could be sent. It was almost a pity that Anna had deserted Heaven several years prior – she could have been sent along on this suicide mission.

But not all of them died. No, some survived, among them Castiel, whose voice rang loud and clear across Revelation. Though Michael was satisfied that the first steps towards enacting the apocalypse had been taken, Raphael only wished that his younger brother had perished in the fiery pits.

It would have been kinder on both of them, surely.

Castiel's wings only grew more colourful after that. By the time Raphael confronted him, he had become crass and uncouth, and his wings were a swirling rainbow.

At the same time, Raphael barely noticed their own wings losing their colour, becoming a dull grey. Michael was gone, after all, and no one was left to point out such a thing without fear of retribution.

Michael had been bitter and angry these past few millennia, and Raphael had wished for it to be over, but they still missed their brother fiercely. Perhaps it was the memory and idea of him more than the actual archangel, but they would have killed the world to get him back.

They failed, though. Michael did not rise from Hell, and Raphael found something that, though not unlike peace, was far more grim. They died – and were then reborn into a changed world.

It's difficult, now, to look forward, as much as it is to look into the past. But as Raphael takes a new step each day, helping to remodel Heaven without shouldering the brunt of responsibility, they find that it gets easier. With every task completed that doesn't end in blood or pain, and every project accomplished that helps building a life rather tearing one down – yes, they find that it gets easier to be, to live.

Maybe one day, they will have no regrets left regarding their revival, and no resentment towards the God who did it.

It's not that day yet, but as the sun circles the Earth and time passes, not with war but with peace, they can see it on the horizon.

[mooneln0ne]

-Hiken here!

I just wanted to ask you about your thoughts on the previous ask. The one with Ace's narcolepsy. I feel like I made it too gruesome robin would love it(I have a feeling it was because I said it was supposed to be private).

I've been thinking about sabo's color scheme, since he's "basil" would that give him a different colour scheme than the others? Yamato would have either a blue or green color scheme as for uta, hers would be a strong red (psychologically proven to be the most stressful color) law would probably be blue or something along those lines. (Is it possible for you to make a small sketch of them?)

Back to Coby! I feel like Coby would appear in a single cutscene that would provoke the "chase" mini game. After that Coby would appear every now and then just like a wild card! His role is to make HIKEN stray away from Luffy only to kidnap him momentarily (in reality it's just something Ace's mind creates for ace to somewhat recover from a stressful shut down from his narcolepsy and yes I actually had to do a research to make sure that stress does indeed have an effect on narcolepsy so please dear newly appointed friend of mine take care of yourself )

Also you said that last time ace had a phobia of heights and like the good brain mine is he made a scenario that goes like this:

Since Ace kept trying to get whitebeard's head (which felt more like a chore at this point for it was but a promise to Luffy to prove his existence to the world ) he would still get plummeted to the ocean but what if Marco caught him? What if he tried to fly up with Ace between his talons?

I'm gonna leave the rest to you to imagine and feel free to share what you come up with! I wanna know how Ace would react in this case.

-Hiken out!

Sorry I fell asleep before I could answer the other ask, i just got home from a stressful walk that time and just plopped down on the sofa 😭 Anyways,

I'm a little woozy but here! I couldn't pass up the opportunity to not turn it into an rgkg haha.. Though I'd think of Yamato as yellow, since happiness and the three emotion thing. You did say Yamato is a chill boss so i'd like to think he'd be the type of boss to be ecstatic in fighting Hiken like a friendly rival. (Also that bit about Headspace Yamato's shadow 👁) I really do like the bit about Uta representing the anger Ace had, I just think if Hiken and Uta were to fight in the designated island, Sabo would be constantly trying to calm him down like how you spam items in Omori 😭 Law's an interesting case ngl, despite being in a place full of snow that could melt from fire, I feel like he'd get overpowered easily by how strong the winter in Kori Labs are, in a way it would represent how he can't get pass the guilt despite being able to burn it off.

Also The thing about Coby kidnapping Luffy is funny, I think it would be really funny if he genuinely means no harm but Ace's dream keeps making things go awry. The bit about the narcolepsy--yeah stress does factor in, I found myself suddenly falling asleep during a meeting and it was kind of silly ^^; The last bit about Ace almost plummeting into the ocean, I'd think that he'd be angry at Marco at catching him with his talons for a bit because he'd feel that he doesn't need help. But then he'd gaze into the deep water and suddenly finding himself staring at his Something, Obviously I think he'd panic and just climb back up feeling frustrated.

[doesntseeyourbeauty]

Elizabeth!!!! Hiiiiii!!!! 🤍👻🤍👻 I'm sorry I've been absent these past days, I've been a bit overwhelmed with work and reading two silly books that I'm enjoying so much. How are you??

Yeah, that's understandable, work sometimes is really draining and it also uses so much of our time, 😩. Well, those are pretty too, I love to see the colour combos people choose for the songs. Yes, yes, yes, me too!!!! 🥰😍😍

AAAAH thank youuuu for saying that!!! Now I'm even more excited about it!!!! It's going to be so cool! 🤭

How was the eras movie???? Tell me everything!!!!

Hehehe good food always wins!

Oh that muppet twilight thing seems very promising! Hehe

Definitely!!! I also think that's so interesting that she has worked with do many different people, but her essence is still unmistakable!

Hahaha people should mind their business instead of trying to figure out who is dating who. Hahaha that must be awkward sometimes. 😅😝

Hahaha Kayla seems like such a sweetheart, even though she's a food thief! And Winnie is talkative, that's so sweet! I wish mine were too!!!

Yes, I do think Olivia shows growth in guts! It's so amazing, there isn't a bad song on it!!

Have a wonderful week!!! Muah 😘🤍🤍🤍

HIIIIIIII!!!! I hope you're doing well despite work being overwhelming! <3 What silly books are you reading? (I'm always looking for new books to read!)

It can be! I used to only work 4 days a week so it's been taking adjusting to being at work everyday except the weekend, but I'll get there soon! Same! I know for me, I try to use colors that I associate with the album the song is from but sometimes I like to choose the color based off what color I think the song would be! So for the eras tour movie, I made a cold as you bracelet and I chose blue for the beads bc it just felt fitting!

You're gonna have such a blast at your show, I already know! I still go back and watch the videos I took from my show and I love that you get to have those memories too!

It was AMAZING!!! My theater was sold out (it was on the 13th!) and the vibes were amazing!!! Everyone had an understanding that there was going to be singing, the chants, and I danced in my seat for the most part, but at the end, we all stood up to dance to Karma! The surprise song section was so much fun as well, and one of my favorite parts was the credits! I'll go ahead and say it but I did sob during marjorie and tolerate it (I recently got out of a long term relationship) but other than that it was a blast!!!

It does! I'm a big food person, after all, I grew up in the Southern United States and food is a big part of our culture. So food is always one of my top things about places or better yet the outdoor options they have for adventures!

It's so funny!!! This is the link to the one I saw and it made me laugh so hard! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4l9mjSeAVW0

I think a lot of it has to do with the fact that Taylor has always been a songwriter first and has been passionate about the music she puts into the world. It's also just so amazing to me to see how fast she can create such amazing lyrics (like how she wrote the Last Time in roughly 10 minutes) and they become some of her best work. She's just amazing in general but that's me!

Oh I agree! It can be but we've had it happen all our lives. We once had someone ask if my older brother and our mom were married. Which is insulting to my older brother because damn he doesn't look that old (our mom is in her late 40's now), but also I guess it's a compliment to our mom? Idk, I never like to assume about people's relationship status, speculation can be a negative thing!

They both have such amazing personalities and I'm very grateful to have both of them! I can't imagine existing without them lol

AGREED!!! Guts has been on repeat since it's release for me and I have no regrets about it!

I hope you have the loveliest of weeks!!!! <3333

[chloearit]

trying out something new, here's a version of the story we just posted with colour-coded dialogue for easier reading. let me know if this is helpful to any of you and if we should go back and add alternates like this to any of our previous stories.

// mentions of some... very bad things being done to children, csa, child murder, dubiously consensual things involving teenagers exploring their sexualities, but nothing graphic

It really wasn't a very unusual day.

I was walking the streets of Paris at night. Prometheus had been dismantled and the city was slowly returning to order. The year was 2299, I was 19, and it had been 7 years since I was forced to watch as she was murdered. I never saw any pictures of her, when I had the opportunity I didn't think I could take being reminded of her. The only place I saw her was in my dreams, a fading memory of her, always ripped away by the memory of her death, still clear and vivid as the day it happened, until I was given a vision of a different world where it had been me who died instead of her. She was given immortality, she was found by Sally, adopted and trained. I have to assume her family couldn't be found either. But there was something different about her. She wasn't haunted by my death the way I was by hers, she carried me with her everywhere she went. A memory - an alter - an introject of me who would guide her hand and protect her when she couldn't protect herself, like I had done when we were little kids. She dyed her hair blue, except for a steak of pink next to her right eye, where she'd otherwise cut her hair short. I didn't find out if there was any meaning to it, all I know is she looked super cute. She always wore headphones with big white cat-ear-like things on top, and constantly listened to music. She seemed happy. Happier than me. I kept wishing I could actually go back in time and pick that timeline. Maybe it did exist, somewhere out there, but even if reality shifting is real, it seems pretty set in stone you can only go to timelines where you are alive, and I didn't see any possibility where both of us made it out of there alive.

And then, one night, after an uneventful day, I saw her. Blue hair, pink streak, white cat ear headphones, sitting on some steps.

I stopped.

That's not even what she had ever actually looked like. She had black hair just like me when she died. It couldn't be.

Then she spotted me. And she looked at me in just the same way I was looking at her.

I stepped closer.

She stood up.

I slowly walked towards her.

She stepped down the stairs.

I came closer.

"I'm sorry, I-" She turned away.

I grabbed her arm. She looked back at me.

A long moment, we just stared at each other.

"It can't be," she finally whispered. "She would be..."

"19?"

She took off her headphones. "Lúcia?"

"Lilly?"

"Are you real?" we both asked at once.

"I am."

She was the first to burst into tears. I hugged her, like I had never hugged anyone before. Something about her didn't quite feel human, a bit too stiff in some places, too soft in others, but she was real, undoubtedly. She was here. In my arms.

We sat down on the stairs together, both a bit light-headed and dissociated.

"You're really cold," she finally said. "And you don't look a day over 14."

"You're really warm, but you still look like a child, too."

"Well, yeah, I'm... basically I'm a robot. I don't know how they did it really, I guess they kept my brain, and... and they used it to build... you know. A sexbot. And eventually I got out and it turns out I'm compatible with a lot of cybernetics! So I started modifying myself..." She looked at me. "This all sounds absolutely fucking insane, doesn't it?"

"No, not really, honestly. Um... I'm kind of... like... a vampire?"

"Okay that does sound crazier than mine." She took a breath. "Holy shit."

"Holy shit..."

"I looked for you! I swear I looked for you! But I don't think you ever told me how your name is spelled, and it's pronounced so weird-"

"I understand."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"I kind of... assumed they'd just killed you too."

"Yeah, that's fair."

"And... well, you..."

"I... never left?"

"What?" She looked at me like I'd just read her mind. "Yeah... You've always been in my mind. Part of me thought it was maybe actually you, talking to me... Was it?"

"Um... no."

"Then how did you know?"

"I... wish I could explain that to you. It's a long story."

"Well, definitely tell it to me some time."

"Some time..."

Some time.

In the future.

A future... with her in it...

"For sure." I smiled like a fucking idiot and then started crying.

"Are you okay? Lu!" This time I collapsed into her arms.

"I'm okay, I'm just... holy shit. Holy shit, you're real. Holy shit, you're actually fucking here. You're not dead. And you remember me. And oh god, oh god, oh god, I never wanna lose you again! Please don't, please don't ever let me lose you again!"

"I won't. It's okay baby, I won't. I'm here. It's okay."

"I'm so sorry I didn't save you. I should've saved you, I should've! I should've protected you."

"It's okay. You did. I survived. I got out. I'm here. And you've always been there for me."

"You shouldn't have had to go through all that."

"None of us should have. But it's not your fault. You did everything you could. You couldn't have stopped it either way. You were twelve. And they were grown men."

"And you were ten. And I only-"

She closed my mouth.

"You did nothing wrong, bae. Really. You have nothing to apologise for."

She laid my head in her lap. I could hear the whirring of the mechanics inside of her.

"Please don't beat yourself up over it."

"How are you so much better at dealing with all this..." I said, looking up at her. "You're still, like, 17. And I'm pretty sure you got out after me."

"I was 13. 22...94? '95? Four years ago. Yes."

"'94. January. aged 14. right after I was turned."

"Ha! I knew it! Babyface."

"And how old are you supposed to be?" I jolted up.

She laughed. "Something around there, too, I think." She stretched out her arm as if inspecting her body, even though she was wearing long sleeves. "Real teenager-who-just-had-her-first-period vibes."

"Pretty sure those usually happen before you're a teenager."

"Wouldn't know, never had one."

"Lucky," I muttered. I hadn't even thought of that. But she was right.

She was real.

"You know, I kind of thought if I found you, and it turned out I'd just been talking to a fake you this whole time, you'd think I'm weird."

"What? No! Why would I think that? It's kind of... cool honestly. Comforting..."

"But like... what do I do with her now?"

"Keep her. Might be fun getting to talk to a different version of me."

"Huh, okay."

"Is she there?"

"What, right now? N- I mean- Yeah. But... I don't- I kinda wanna talk to you, myself, right now."

"All good."

"Thanks. - Holy shit."

"Holy shit."

Holy shit.

"So like," she took a deep breath, "How's your life been?"

"Um... oh wow. So. I was adopted. Her name is Sally Carriveau, she's a really good mom. She was a cop, quit to take care of me, she taught me how to shoot a gun. Since I'm a vampire now I'm basically immortal so I've just been... running around saving kids... and blowing their abusers' brains out."

"That's... wow! I don't really have any family, as far as I know there aren't any other robot kids like me out there."

"Oh yeah... I think we were... experiments, in making children that would never age, and could take way more abuse than real kids."

"Good to know the experiment backfired."

"Oh yeah!" I smiled. "Pretty sure we've already outlived all of the fuckers."

"You were thorough, huh?"

"Oh yeah. I was thorough."

"Good."

"What have you been up to?"

"Just kind of getting by... Maintaining a body like this is expensive, but I've had some people help me out. I tried doing sex work since that's what I'm built for, but I - well I guess I actually still am a teenager - so a lot of the people were obvious fucking creeps. They paid well enough though, I can see why those bastards did this to me. But honestly I think I just don't really enjoy sex very much regardless. I can do it for the money, but I never really feel it. And yeah, before you ask, I am equipped to physically feel it. No idea if I should take that as a kindness or if that's a feature, but that's not it. I mean emotionally or whatever, I'm just not into it. - I guess it was kind of nice with you, given the circumstances."

"It was?"

"Yes. Maybe I'm demisexual or some shit."

"Traumasexual."

"Ha! Yeah."

"I've run into the same problem though. Trying to date as an adult who looks like this... trying to imagine a future where they'll age and you won't. It's difficult."

"Whatcha into? Girls? Guys?"

"Girls. Definitely girls."

"Knew it."

"And then you also get weirdos who try to call you a creep for merely existing and trying to live an adult life as an adult who happens to look young. And not even that young. You know, there's real adults who look like this. I'm just short and thin. But you really just can't win."

"I get that."

"Maybe you've got the right idea with just forsaking sex."

"It's not a choice, it's just how I feel. If you want to feel that with another girl you should be able to feel it."

"Yeah, I know. I'm not even sure if I'm actually not into men, or if I just feel uncomfortable with them and at this point I've made being a lesbian so much of my identity I don't want to question it."

"You can still be a lesbian. The important part is who you do love, not who you don't."

"One time, I- it's a long story, but basically I ended up having sex with a guy before killing him. Dubiously consensual, on both parts, really, go figure, but that... kind of felt good. Having power over him, knowing I'd be the last girl he'd ever lay his hands on. Like, fuck, even just thinking about it again-"

"I can see that."

"Sorry, is that too much information?"

"It's fine. Probably not a lot of people you can talk to about those things."

"Not really, yeah."

We sat in awkward silence for a moment, then I asked: "So... did you have any plans for tonight?"

"No. Just hanging out."

"I wanna eat something. You probably don't consume food?"

"No."

"What do you run on?"

"Uuuuum, some hydrogen thing, same stuff they use for everything really. I can use fuel cells or I can plug into the mains, I don't really understand how it all works but it does. My mechanic can worry about that."

"I see. Well-" I got up. "I'm gonna grab something to eat, you wanna come with?"

"Yeah, of course!" She got up, too, putting her headphones back on.

"You've got to let me know what you're listening to on that later."

She nodded.

// by Lúcia

[lollytea]

I just know Hunter would quote star trek to be romantic and impress Willow, mostly because she doesn't know it very well and he can be cringe without fail, but Gus would bust his ass nearly every time. Like, I can totally see him quoting that one moment from Wrath of Khan of "You're my superior officer and you're also my friend, I have been and shall always be yours" because he just marathoned the og series until Gus is like "dude, for real? What mr. Scoops said to admiral (former captain) Kim in Rage of Gengis?" and exposes his ass right in front of Willow. I. Just. Know. It.

I mean, Willow thinks it's cute, but most of the time Gus is there so it turns funny.

Omg I promise I didn't mean to ignore this ask. It kinda got lost under others and I forgot about it for a bit but I was reminded it existed today cuz THIS IDEA IS SO SILLY AND I LOVE IT A LOT

YES Hunter would absolutely feel more comfortable flirting with Willow if he just had a SCRIPT!! And he does not trust himself to come up with shit on his own. At least not yet. So initially, Hunter memorizes lines from Cosmic Frontier that he thinks are the definition of romance. (Literally putting himself through TORTURE by meticulously combing through the O'Bailey/Keiko scenes which are known to give him a terrible case of giggling/kicking his legs disease which takes him hours to recover from.)

It's not a seamless plan in the longterm cuz its basically just regurgitating quotes that aren't his and if Willow happens to flirt back he's at a loss on how to answer. However the first time he recited one of his favourite romantic monologues on her, she was literally too stunned to flirt back. He even made her blush!! Willow!! Hunter did that!!! It went AWESOME!!! SO AWESOME!!!

Well it started out awesome and he would have been riding that giddy high for the rest of his life if Gus hadn't immediately butted in like "Hey man, you seriously just flirt with Willow using dialogue from Book 4 of Cosmic Frontier? Is that really a thing I just witnessed with my own two eyes??"

LEAVE HIM ALONE!!! HE'S FIGHTING FOR HIS LIFE OUT HERE!!!

Anyway that's the only time he manages to actually take Willow completely off guard with it. She definitely malfunctioned a little because she didn't expect that to come out of Hunter. And he really did have her going there for a second. She seriously thought he came up with it himself. She was having a complete crisis wondering how the FUCK she was supposed to function from this point on if this was the shit he was apparently capable of. Honestly, thank Titan it WAS from a book.

But yeah Willow is actually really charmed by it. She's SUCH a loser about the eccentric stuff Hunter does. Cuz in her mind, she doesn't see it as him not bothering to come up with romantic lines on his own because he doesn't want to put the effort it. She knows Hunter and she understands how his brain works. She understands that books are something that help him better understand the world and his own emotions and give him guidance on how to approach things. So the fact that he's taking snippets from the books that he loves and using them as a tool to better express how he feels about her is a sentiment that Willow finds super sweet.

She's probably skimmed through Hunter's Cosmic Frontier books a few times and wound up melting because of everything he had highlighted. He uses different colours for different things. Sentences upon sentences in neon green about protection and loyalty and love and devotion and Willow knows immediately that they made him think of her.

Anyway Hunter is also pretty creative with his terminology. (I mean this IS the boy who came up with "Emerald Entrails" on the spot, with a really clever meaning behind it.) But the things that come out of his mouth are also pretty odd.

So eventually he gets comfortable enough with speaking to Willow from the heart. He still uses the occasional book quote obviously. But as soon as the words leave him mouth, Willow knows if this is a sci fi passage that made him blush or a Hunter original. She honestly loves both 💚💛

[miomines]

DRAGON MOM POG? YES PLEASE ANYTHING WITH DRAGON MOM MEILI PLEASE I CRAVE IT NOW

here's some more dragon mom for u!! an interlude to this!! aka the interlude after part one and before meili throws hands with zhongli for hurting her little gem

part 2 | interlude 2 | part 3

The little one she picked up was special. All it did was add to their charms and made her just a bit more endeared to them. Her old friends were truly blind if they could not see the precious gem that was her little one. 

Meili could see their fear, practically taste it in the air, but they've been so deprived of positive attention. They knew it wasn't logical and yet they practically melted into her arms each time she embraced them. It hurts her heart, their fear yet melting into any positive attention, and all it does is add to the simmering rage that builds beneath her skin.

It is not the time for revenge, she tells her innermost dragon. We must make sure our little gem is safe and happy before we confront the fools. 

She holds the rage close to her heart. It will help her protect her child when the time comes.

They stare at her with wide eyes, afraid yet so, so hopeful. They tense whenever she gets close and she can't help but wish to cry. This world has been so cruel to them and for what? A crime of merely existing? Meili wants to shower them with affection, to show that at least someone really cares.

The nations have been so cruel to them, but she knows Teyvat is truly beautiful. If she could, she would take them around the seven nations to just revel in the beauty. It's too risky, however. She will not risk her little one, especially not when she just got them. Once she knocks some sense into her old friends, maybe they can go on a trip. Just the two of them.

Each day, she walks into her little gem's room. Each day they stare at her, hopeful yet scared. She heals them, she feeds them, she hums a song and simply just talks to them. She opens the door one day and sees her little gem standing near the window.

The sight of them up and walking makes her overjoyed and she quickly puts the tray to the side just to rush over and hug them. They eat on the porch that day. She watches with amusement as her little one stares at the surrounding crystal flies in amazement. Meili wishes at that moment that she had a kamera, just so she can keep this memory forever.

When they have healed enough to walk around without issues, she doesn't have the need to go to their room to give them their food. She walks into her kitchen one day to see her little gem sitting on one of the counters and all she can do is smile. 

"Little one," she had said. "Would you like to assist me in cooking today?" 

It has been so long since there was another by her side. The process of cooking next to her little one filled her with joy. Her little gem did so well and was improving each day. She could not even begin to tell them how proud she is of them.

Later in the day, when her child is out in the garden, she washes the dishes. When she takes the cutting board into her hands, she pauses. Near one of the sides was a shiny metallic colour and she brought it closer to her face for inspection.

"Meili!"

Without a second thought, she drops the board back into the water. Meili snatches a small hand towel on her way out, drying her hands as she makes her way onto the porch. She can't help but smile as she sees them, despite concern growing in her stomach at the sight of slimes.

They were not hostile, she noted. Her little one had their arms around one in their lap. They truly are special, aren't they? How could anyone harm such a precious child?

She hangs the towel on the porch railings and steps closer to her little gem. The slimes simply bounce out of her way as she sits on the grass next to her child. They do not tense as she leans against them, arms wrapping around them in a loose hug. They have surely healed a lot and she can't begin to describe how proud she is.

"Made friends, my little gem?" Meili's smile grows as they nod, their soft giggles escaping them as they watch the slimes bounce off of each other. "Make sure they don't mess with the garden, okay? They can stay as long as they don't make a mess."

She presses a kiss to their temple as they agree, content to just sit with her child for a little longer. Her child is safe and happy. Meili hums a tune, bringing her hand up to run her fingers through their hair.

"Little one, will you be okay on your own for a few days? There is an old friend who I really need to have a chat with.."

[spikybanana]

get to know me: tag game

tysm for the tag @mkaugust <3<3!! I loved these questions

Relationship status - *error: field does not exist in database* *system has been thrown into infinite loop* (me + romantic relationship is not making sense in head and I'm overthinking now, don't mind me XD)

Favourite colour - I'm on a bit of a navy blue/black kick recently :3

Favourite food - idk actually. I don't spend enough time thinking about food ahaha. I say "rice" whenever my brother asks this question and it annoys him so much, it's so cute. ("what do you mean just rice?? you've got to be lying!")

Song stuck in your head - OKAY LOOK, I'm actually proud of figuring this out: this is always the song I paused on before going to do something else, and if I go back to listen to the song the whole way through, it stops being stuck in my head. (right now it's Over & Over by Fleetwood Mac)

Last thing you googled - "where does nietzsche say if truth exists it doesn't matter to me" IDK I'm trying to pull an essay out of thin air here D;

Time - 21:05, on the whole a very sane hour to be on tumblr?

Dream trip - drop. me. in. the. middle. of. tibet. and. I. will. live. there. forever. (yes yes college hippie urge to abandon society etc it's true I admit it)

Last book/fic you read - I'm slowlyyy listening to Crime and Punishment atm? and last book I finished was Nietzsche's the Gay Science which is like, idk WHY I do this to myself. he just makes me want to bang my head on the table. And uhhh I really haven't had mental space to read a good long fic recently it's so sad!! I can't wait for holidays when I can spend 2 whole days thinking about nothing else and sink my whole body and soul into a story lol

Last book you enjoyed - I actually really like Crime and Punishment. but also: Worlds of Exile and Illusion by Ursula Le Guin

Last book you hated - Dune. I hated reading it so much really could not stand the prose sorry:((( I rly hope my own sci fi au doesn't read like that haha...

Favourite thing to cook/bake - I'm a rly impatient cook so recently it's a simple spicy soy sauce soup noodles. it's so quick and warm and tastes of home :)

Favourite craft to do in your free time - >:) *inserts my origami sideblog* again, haven't gotten around to anything seriously cool recently but I love a little modular origami/kusudama

Most niche dislikes - (august I stole the beverages theme) idk if this counts but I always go "heh?" when people call bubble tea "boba tea" ahahaha this is so dumb & there's like NO reason at all I don't know why it irks me so much

Opinion on circuses - ...? (I don't... think I know anything about modern day circuses but I suspect it's the sort of thing that could send me into an existential spiral lmao)

Do you have a sense of direction and if not what’s the worst way you’ve gotten lost? - oooh you know what, I'm pretty good with maps and am quite proud of it haha, I did the directions for dad when I was 11 and we had like a week long road trip. that's not to say I've not had the dumbest way of getting lost though— was on a multi-day camping hiking trip this summer and literally FORGOT to bring a map, which is still fine as long as I had my phone but then MY PHONE DIED in the middle of a really fucking long day and then there was a military zone diversion and I couldn't find the fucking path and had to trek on the ROADS for like 2 hrs but then this rly nice man gave me a lift to the next town and all was well.

no pressure tagging: @shipsgaysfordays @whywcd @everythingbutcoldfire @lavenderandliliesx @fonkeloog

[is-nini]

Childe x gn! Reader.

Requested by theshippingmaniac:

Hello I hope you're having a good day! Can I request a fluff with the Childe's s/o (fem or gender neutral) just playing with Teucer and Childe watching them and just getting so soft thinking I want to marry this person?

A/n: I'm sorry there is any mistake or error on this blog. I also hope you enjoy it🥺 I'm sorry if this takes a long time to post.

You and childe has been dating for over 6 year's and on that 6 year's you're always stuck beside Childe like a glue.

Both of you are inseparable so when Teucer, Childe's little brother came to visit him you meet Teucer too, and to say that he likes you is a understament. He loveee you so much that he beg for his brother too bring you whenever Teucer and childe are meeting up.

🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

"Ah- Teucer! No-".

You squealed after Teucer splash a water on to your face. You and Teucer was playing around on the Luhua pool.

At first it started as a chest hunting because a rumour from an old lady talk about when she over heard the conversation of Childe and Teucer wanting to see the Luhua pool.

Teucer was excited but quickly turns into "nevermind chest hunting" and started to asking and begging you to play in water with him.

For you, chest hunting sounds fun but it is possibly be very dangerous for little kids, so when Teucer wanted to play in the water instead a huge relief was lift upon your shoulder.

Child saw the way you and Teucer play with each other and there's only one image that comes to his mind.

You and his child.

Even though Teucer are his little brother, he just can't help but think about you like his mother. I mean.. Childe is not the only one who think about that. Even Teucer himself started to think about you like his mom. Whenever you are around Teucer would cling to you. He would cling to childe either but there is a certain motherly feels around you.

With this things spiraling in Childe's head, he imagine marrying you.. he has though about this alot. He actually has already planned to buy a special ring from the fanciest store in all of liyue to make you the ring.

Being with you made him feel like the luckiest person on the whole world. Who wouldn't? You're kind, loving, sometimes a little bit childish but he loves taking care of you.

He loves you so much that all you need to do is say the word and he would do it. As cheesy as it sounds, whenever you looked at him and call out his name, he would be ready to kill anyone for you. If you look up at him with your doe eye and cute face, he would instantly be dead if his brain doesn't exist-

"Childeeee!".

His thoughts was cut off when you suddenly pop up Infront of him, the tip of your hair is a little bit wet because of the water and some layers of your clothes was put aside so that you will have more room to move when you're in the water, what he is trying to say is, you are god damn pretty for the love of rex lapis, you are an angel and he is so lucky to have a caring and pretty girlfriend like you.

"Ah- sorry wifey".

Is all he said. The time has stopped, no one made a noise or a move. A couple of silence passed when suddenly your face exploded in red colours.

"U-UHM-".

is the only thing you can say. While you're fumbling with your words, Teucer squeal in joy.

"YAYYYYY MISS Y/N IS GOING YO BE MY SISTER SOON!".

he cheered, you cover your face with the both of your hand. Childe is enjoying your reaction, he doesn't know what came over him, the words just.. flows out of his mouth without him realizing it, but he didn't mind, he loved and is enjoying your reaction very much.

"Ah- why is your face so red wifey?".

He didn't say sorry and just keep teasing you. You on the other hand feels like you are dying, you loved Childe but marriage and family never really stays on your mind until now.

The way back home is full of you being teased and being called soon to be big sister by Teucer. You don't mind it but you're not used to it yet.

"W-wait Teucer.. I'm not your big sisters yet".

"You will soon!!!!, Right big brother?!"

"Yes. Y/n will be your big sister very soon".

You suck your breath. You are walking on the left side of Teucer while Childe is walking on his right side making people sending you and Childe looks especially after Teucer squeal about you being his big sister soon.

A woman actually asked if you and Childe is a newly wed couple because of how red and embarrassed you seems like whenever he called you wifey.

❤️❤️❤️

"Ah.. are you both a newly wed?". The elderly woman asked making you shake your head.

"N-no! Were not married-" "yet" Childe added to the end of your sentence.

"She will be my big sister soonn!!!" Teucer added proudly, making you looked away in embarrassment but happiness at the same time as the woman smile softly at you three.

❤️❤️❤️

A little secret that you don't know is that Childe loves to think about you and his married life. You in a apron, greeting him when he gets home, hugging him once he reached the door and looking up to him with your cute smile.

Or you and him relaxing on the couch togather, cling to eachother as Childe whisper sweet nothings into your ear.

Or maybe waking up to see your cute sleepy face that still have your eyes closed andif he tries to get out of the bed, you will instantly hug his hand as if not wanting to let go.

Or maybe Childe is just imagining being with you. Maybe working on some paperwork with you on his lap, sleeping away as he hugs you like a doll and handling you as gentle as a owner handling his little kitten.

Everything is endless, he could go on and on,. Imagining you being his wife, purposing to you with your favourite colour and gem on the ring. It will be perfect.

Even though everything is still his imagination, he will makes it come true, one day no matter what it takes. This is a promise for himself that he will keep until he die.

[nymphigeon]

From me, to you || 07

♤ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

♤ Genre: fluff, angst, romance, hybrid au, hybrid!Taehyung, detective!reader

♤ Words: 2.5k

♤ Rating: PG-13

♤ Warnings (for this chapter): Mentions of hybrid abuse, swearing.

♤ A/N: Surprise! I'm really sorry it took me this long, but I finally found the time and drive to write again :) Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Synopsis: A story in which he has never known love, so you’ll give it to him.

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06 07

"What do you mean this hybrid doesn't exist?"

Her eyes are wavering with an unspoken fear, perhaps caused by the bitterness my questions holds. I'm not happy, and she knows.

“It’s just, the chance that a dangerous breed such as the tiger hybrid would escape our system is basically zero..” The gaze she held on the computer screen unsurely moves my way. My expression must've instilled another layer of anxiety to the already existing one, as her mouth abruptly stops moving and her pupils dilate.

“Go on, explain.” The tone of my voice softens a bit as I notice her visible discomfort worsening. Even if there is no way that I’ll get any information from this place regarding Taehyung and his owner, I would still like to know why they’re both not showing up here.

Eun-ji takes a few deep breaths to stabilize her voice. As she does her posture slowly relaxes just a little and her eyes lose some of the nervousness they held before. “Because the first ‘successful’ tiger hybrid ran rampant after killing their creator, anyone who still breeds or creates them is being watched very closely by us, as well as by some other institutions.”

Perhaps it’s my lack of reaction that causes her to trail off at the end. Though I’m not judging her or her story, unlike she may think. To encourage her to continue, I give her a nod, tilting my head to show interest.

“The regular citizen isn’t even allowed to have one, needing special training to handle them. It’s like that for most hybrids that find their origins in wild animals. Creating tiger hybrids obviously requires a lot of knowledge when it comes to playing with genes and breeding them…. Well there are only three organization that are authorized to do so. All the resulting hybrids are registered and chipped.”

The explanation, which turns out to be a lengthy one, gets broken by a shuddering breath leaving her lips. She composes herself, clinging on to the little confidence she has left in her line of work to speak about the rest of her clarification.

“Of course people have tried to do it themselves, but those d.i.y operations have always ended in disappointment. If not taken proper care of, with substances only a board certified hybrid doctor can provide you, the pregnancy will fail. These are no easy practices they are dealing with.”

After the girls’ last words I give myself some time to think, letting a silence full of tension fill the room. It must be obvious that my mind is somewhere else at the moment, as the other girl in the room does her best to stay quiet. I don’t need much time however, my thoughts having quickly rearranged themselves as they were trained to do.

“So what you’re saying is, since tiger hybrids are hard to ‘create’, if you will, there are only a few people who actually manage to bring them to life. And so those few people are kept under close watch, as are the hybrids they successfully wake, am I correct?”

Eun-ji nods affirmatively, clearly happy that I seem to understand the situation. “So there is absolutely no way that someone without authorization has had a decent attempt at either genetically merging a human together with a tiger or getting a tiger hybrid pregnancy to be successful?”

Perhaps there might be a bit of scepticism in the question I asked, as her attitude immediately changes into a defensive one. “There is not! Whatever hybrid you’re searching for either gave you a false identity or is not a tiger hybrid at all, which would seem rather unlikely. I told you they get chipped right? Why not go look into that.”

“He doesn’t have one. We already had a hospital take a look at him, they didn’t find anything. ” The statement seems to shock her, the gears in her head instantly turning as to find an answer to this riddle. She however can’t seem to get one.

“They can be removed, can they not? They’re just under the skin. If someone decided to just cut it out they could. Terrifying, but plausible. Either that or one of your faithful authorized employees has been leaking information to outsiders.”

This is where Eun-ji seems to give up. Her shoulders sagging and a heavy sigh leaving her lips. “There would still be the problem of the missing equipment, test subjects, practice… How would you even get hold of fertilized human eggs to play around with? But I guess that wouldn’t be totally impossible. As for cutting it out… There would be a noticeable scar. The implants are always put in the same place, it wouldn’t be hard to miss.”

I make a mental note stating to ask Taehyung about all of this when I get back. If anyone knows how he got onto this world it would be him. “Is there a possibility that you could have someone look into it?” The girl nods in defeat, paying more attention to the ground than to anything else. “I’ll see if I can get someone on the case. I’ll have them contact you if we know anything.”

After those words she turns around in her chair, facing the monitor that had already put itself into sleep, and turns it off. Taking a notepad out of the drawer to her left, she quickly writes something down with the pen from her breast pocket. “I’ll get on it right away. Would you like me to walk you back to the exit?”

I shake my head. “No It’s okay, I’ll find my way back. Thank you for cooperating.” Eun-ji gives me a small smile, followed by a bow and walks out of the room taking the note with her, presumably immediately keeping herself busy with the extra work. Not wanting to waste any time I copy her, walking myself back into the direction we came from. Turns out it proves quite easy to find the exit by myself.

It’s already far past dinnertime when I make it back to the office. Not many of my colleagues have remained in their seats, most of them opting for a nice meal with their families. The few that have stayed behind are mostly known to live alone, quite like myself.

I quietly knock on my supervisor’s door, but when no response emerges from within the room, I can safely deduce that she too has already returned home. “I’ll have to write her a report about today later..” I mutter to myself, before stepping away from the door and instead heading to the cells at the back.

Technically the arrest period had already ended for Taehyung, as the law wouldn’t allow us to keep him locked up for any longer without any charges being held against him. His cell however technically was never locked and so even now, he is free to go wherever he wants. Though it didn’t change the fact that he still has no place to go to.

“Good evening. Had anything to eat yet?” He just chose to stay here and we accepted it. “Oh, hello! Yes, that tall handsome bulky man gave me something earlier, I can’t remember his name. He said something about it ‘being the best shit in town’.”

I slightly giggle at his quote, knowing immediately who it belongs to. “That definitely sounds like something Namjoon would say. What did he give you?”

Taehyung looks a lot better than he did yesterday. The stress of the interrogation seems to have completely worn off, instead traded for the sweet bouncy personality he used to show around me.

“Umm it was something in the shape of a circle and it had meat all over it… Oh! I think he called it a pizza? It was delicious!”

“You’ve never had pizza before?” The words leave my mouth before I actually get the chance to process them, causing me to instantly regret ever even opening my mouth. These days are stressful enough for him as they are, he doesn’t need a painful reminder of the life he never got to live on top of that.

The question doesn’t seem to hit him as hard as I though it would though. In fact, his demeanour doesn’t seem to change at all. Although sadly, it doesn’t make his next words any less painful. “Nope! When I first got adopted all they would feed me was wet cat food. It wasn’t great, but at least I got my three meals a day. The foster family I stayed at after my first owners mysteriously disappeared didn’t actually have the money to even take proper care of themselves, so at that time all I would get was whatever was left of their dinner that day, if there was even any left. It was mostly just greens. The lack of meat made me real sick at the time.”

He pauses talking for a second to look up at my face through the metal bars. The content look on his face quickly changes to one of worry once he catches my eyes. It’s no mystery why, I know I look at him pitifully. Even if he may not wish for my concern, I am only human. I can perfectly hide it when I need to, but this is not one of those cases.

“There it is again, that sad look on your face…” He sits up straight on the side of his bed to fully observe me, a tilt of his head giving him away. I send a sad chuckle his way as I reach for the door of his enclosure, inviting myself into the small space with him. He doesn’t object.

“Is it that obvious?” It was meant more as a way to lighten the mood, not as an actual question that needs answering. He still does however, giving me a simple slow nod. “You don’t need to feel bad for me.”

“Someone has to. You deserve at least that much.”

There’s a chair neatly placed under a small desk in the room. It used to be quite lively, with all kinds of bright colours blending into each other. It was a little positive additive into the dark grey room, but after all the anger that has been acted out on it, it no longer has that same shine.

I pull the chair out to place myself upon it, straddling the seat while I rest my arms on top of the back rest. Facing the tiger I use my arms as a pillow to lean my head on, making myself comfortable on the creaking furniture.

“Say, Taehyung, do you remember anything from when and where you were formed?”

He seems slightly taken aback at first, though quickly regains his composure. He also doesn’t immediately answer, first taking some time to think before coming back to me. “I was born a hybrid to two purebred tiger hybrids. They did their best trying to care for me in the little time we got to spend together, but seeing as it happened on a breeding farm getting to spend time with my parents wasn’t the plan. I got sold off pretty quickly, as soon as I learned to hold my first few full conversations.”

“Do you… Would you happen to know what happened to the farm? To your parents?” I fail to hide my apprehensiveness, needing too much space to form a careful approach. This shouldn’t feel like an interrogation to him, I never even announced one. There is little reason for him to answer me, the vital information from his side has already been given anyway. Nonetheless, even though I probably shouldn’t be doing this right now, I can’t just miss this opportunity.

“I heard my adoptive family talking about how the place was burnt down a while later. Most likely the police had caught a hold of it and they had to delete their left behind evidence. Both building and hybrids.”

Despite talking about the death of his parents, he seems to tell the story with relative ease. Probably not having much connection with the far past, his brain too young to truly hold on to the memory of them.

“They were successful too, as the case got dropped faster than lightning. It wasn’t long before the general public forgot about it too, believing it was just another misunderstanding. Besides, hybrid lives weren’t as important anyway.”

The amount of rights hybrids had when they were first created back in the day were close to zero, only strictly being seen as objects to show off whatever possible wealth one may have had. For a while there was even a popular theory going around that hybrids didn’t actually have the ability to feel any kind of emotion or pain. The genetic puzzle wouldn’t allow for it, as it had been tampered with to an extreme extent. This only built on the carelessness shown towards them, slowly chipping away at their sanity.

Although the rumours were wrong, they came from a place of truth. Facial expressions were rare for hybrids, as was the ability to speak. Most of them couldn’t even keep up with regular humans, exhaustion quickly taking over the little anger they could show. Scientists hadn’t yet quite figured out how to perfectly combine the pieces of genetic code and so hybrids were more like living dolls in the eyes of evil humans. Having no voice to object and barely any means to actually hurt anyone, it wasn’t much of a surprise the selfish nature in humans came to rise.

Luckily, or depending on how you look at it, sadly, these first generation hybrids were never able to reproduce. The doll like hybrid features eventually died out with the rise of the newly perfected pieces and the theory was debunked by a group of scientist who actually did care about the hybrids’ wellbeing. Those hybrids had lived through countless punishments, and every single one of them had hurt. A lot.

Right now hybrids in a lot of ways are superior to the rest of us. Having the combined senses of both animal and human alike, society has reluctantly given up on trying to contain them. They are still to be bought and owned, but no longer to be treated like dirt. The smartest of hybrids have even already gotten complete freedom to do as the please, no longer having to be bound to a human to roam freely. However, those unable to pass the close to impossible tests aren’t so lucky.

“I’m sorry about what happened.”

Taehyung gives me a reassuring wave of his hand, effectively trying to lighten the mood, along with a sad smile. It wouldn’t take a trained professional to know he still longs for his parent’s presence, even if he may do well hiding it.

“It’s okay, it wasn’t your fault.”

That doesn’t make the situation more okay, but I hold my remarks back. For now, that might just be for the best.

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