#yknow what I’ve also been thinking about lately? god

[conticentimp]

sometimes I wish humans had tails or big teef or little whiskers because that would be so fun, big ears that can be used to tell ur mood like a dog or cat. jus nonverbal communication like other animals have but then I remember we do have nonverbal communication, it’s just that we probably don’t consciously notice as much

Most of it is culture based (as in, the way you specifically interpret and practice nonverbal communication is culture based) but tone, pitch, posture, where your feet point, how close or far you stand from someone, where you look, make or don’t make eye contact, fidgeting-

That’s all nonverbal communication too babey!!! I think we forget that we’re mammals, like yea consciousness and all, but at the end of the day we’re animals too yknow

[olivia091108]

How to be a jackass:part 1

Summary:meeting bam and Ryan in westchester

Word count:3306

So far filming for season two of jackass has probably been the best time I’ve ever had even though I’m getting injured or pranked every day.

All the guys are great and at first I thought it’s gonna be awkward not only being the new person but being the only girl.Thank god I was wrong for once I don’t think any of them actually cared as long as I actually did gnarly stunts.

The only people I haven’t met are the boys from westchester but Jeff says that we’re gonna film a group stunt with all of us soon.

I’ve done some mediocre stunts like pouting glitter in my eye which didn’t come out for a week and licking a mouse trap Owch. I also did one with wee man where he dressed as a baby and put in a pram and when people would ask to see ‘my baby’ they would be kinda disturbed.

Today I walk on to set and check the stunt list. Today I’m gonna get a pregnant belly strapped to me and walk around town drinking some beer.

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Time skip

After getting a mean old lady shouting at me for ‘destroying my baby’ Jeff called all of us over and told us that at 5:30am to meet here because we’re driving to westchester tomorrow.Jeff actually banned us from going out after like we usually would do we finished for the day and I got the bus back to mine and my sisters apartment

Don’t get me wrong I’m excited but really 5:30 I’m sure there’s no harm in waking up later. I walk into the apartment and go to my room to pack since we will be staying there for 5 days.

I walk into my room and start packing stuff but I can’t find one of my favourite tops so I walk into Ella’s room to see if she’s taken it and I barge in without knocking to see her and Oliver mud sex scrambling to cover themselves with the sheet.

“Get out!”

“In a sec do you have my blue top the one with the buttons”

“Are you serio-“ I sigh and lean against the wall and she knows I won’t leave until she gives it to me. “It’s in my closet” I walk over and grab it off the hanger and scrunch it up in my hands

“Oh yeah by the way I’m gonna be gone for a few day”

“Leave!” She throws a pillow at me but I dick out the room before it can hit me

An hour later ella and Oliver knock on my door and wait for me to reply before walking in with very serious looks on both their faces.

Y/n we need to talk to you about something. You can’t just walk in without knocking we don’t have any privacy with you.

Alright I’ll knock next time

“It’s not just the knocking you always come home late and wreck the houses remember you broke olis computer at like 5:30 you never clean up after yourself and we just think that you should move back with mum and dad because we can’t keep living with you.”

“What your kicking me out I pay rent here”

“You don’t even pay a quarter y/n your’e basically living here for free.I rang dad he said it was fine you moving back soon”

“You know I can’t do that el”

“You could always get your’e own place I could help you have the money know”

“Fuck you. you know what I’ll leave right now.” I grab all my clothes in my wardrobe and try to shove it into my small suitcase and mange to mostly zip it and I grab a few personal thing and hold my piggy bank under my arm before leaving

It might’ve been a irrational idea because now I have nowhere to stay for the night and I can’t go to my parents not how I left there

It’s 1am I might as well go to set and wait till morning but with busses not running I have to walk 5 miles uptown.

Once I get there I only have to wait 2 and a half hours so I set my suitcase down and use it as a seat I dig around in my pocket for the taser I took from Johnny just in case.

I feel a hand grab me and by instinct Tase whoever it was. By the time my eyes have adjusted I realise I must’ve fallen asleep and everyone’s here to go to westchester.

While Jeff is complaining the taser Dave asks if I’ve been here all night. Nah I just thought I should get here early yknow only been here half hour.

We separate into 3 cars to get there and I’m in with Johnny Dave and wee man. I’m in the back with Dave and decide to use the 6 hour car drive as an opportunity for some sleep since I got 2 hours max last night.

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I wake up not being able to breathe and feeling plastic on my face I try and pry one of my friends hands off of me but it’s no use and I have to rip the plastic bag now being able to breathe properly

I hear Knoxville’s laugh and a Camrea is pointed in my face all that adrenaline woke me up quick but I’m still not wide awake and I just flip him off while sitting up and stretching being confined in a car really isn’t the most comfortable thing in the world.

“Cmon y/n we’re here grab your bags.” I take my almost bursting suitcase and walk it into the large house we will be staying at. I hear taking and follow it to the living room seeing Johnny talking to the two boys I recognise from episodes but still haven’t met.

Jeff introduces them the one with the dark hair and blue eyes is bam and the blonde one with a beard is called Ryan. We all introduce ourselves and start chatting and getting to know eatch other. Another girl is here called Jenn she’s bams girlfriend she seems nice but I haven’t spoken to her much

I excuse myself to the bathroom and i see a blonde lady in the kitchen and ask her if she needs a hand. If you don’t mind that would be great

“I’m April bams mum it’s so nice to have you all hear but I am a bit worried honestly”

“Im y/n thanks for letting us stay and I promise I will try to protect you and your house.”

Me and April talk about all kinds of things and I soon meet her husband Phil who is such a sweetheart and it makes me feel even worse for him seeing how bam treats him.

I’m sorry your supposed to be getting to know eatchother and I’ve stolen you away thanks for your help with the dinner.

“Oh it’s no worries you seem wayy more interesting than them boys.”

Speaking of Chris has snuck up behind me and lifted me up and body slammed me onto one of the sofas it wouldn’t of hurt that bad if people weren’t sitting on it.

I sit up and move off of whoever I fell on and jsut laugh it off and I start talking to Ryan about some of his stunts and his life and what not. While telling me about cky videos and high school with his friends bam started to join in adding to the story.

After an hour of talking to the two of them we got along really well and had quite a few things in common with them. We got called for dinner and while I was eating I could feel myself drifting off even though I slept in the car for 6 hours.

I ended up face planting into the food which made everyone laugh and while I used the bottom of my shirt to wipe it off the topic of rooms came up.

Some people were gonna have to share because there’s not enough rooms Steve o and pontius are sharing as well as Dave and ehren. Johnny is with me and wee man and Preston are together.

We all go to our rooms and get unpacked and settled. “Yknow we’re only here for 5 days don’t you”.

“Can’t a girl have options” i didn’t want to tell Johnny about getting kicked out I just wanted to have fun here. While I get changed into my pjamas I get into bed and shut my eyes trying to fall asleep but either from the excitement of tomorrow or because I napped today I couldn’t.

I looked at the clock and it was 12:34 Knoxville was asleep by now I could tell by his heavy breathing. I decided to go downstairs and have some water so I snuck out of my room and when I got downstairs I see Jenn down their about to leave

“How come you aren’t staying?”

“Bams just being a bit of a dick right now but I’ll see you in a couple days bye”

I sit in the kitchen having some water and once I’ve finished I still don’t feel like sleeping so I decide to look around. As best as you can in the dark. I quietly open the front door and step into the garden it had a skate ramp and a swimming pool in it. I went to go back inside but the door is locked I’m not gonna ring the doorbell or id wake everyone up.

I walk round the back and I see a window open so I jump from the ramp to the roof and pull myself up I walk along to reach the window but I see something move next to me. It’s a squirrel. Shit I’m fucking terrified of them they’re Satan reincarnated.

“Oh my god oh my god stop”I try to move as quick as I can to the window and quickly climb in to the room and close the window quietly while repeating those words.

“Jenn I told you to go away”bam room shit. I don’t answer and attempt to just get out of the room but I step on something and it slips out from under me and I fall onto the bed.

“Shit sorry.” Bam leans over and turns his bedside lamp on and rub his eyes. “What are you doing”

“I got locked out of the house then I had to climb threw your’e window to get away from the squirrel like I said sorry and night.”

“Are you on something” bam asks not believing me. I pull a confused face not knowing why he would be confused. “ why were you running from a squirrel?”

“Cos they’re fucking scary haven’t you seen Charlie and the chocolate factory?” At my distress yknow way he does. Laugh.I soon join in and we’re just sat they’re laughing together in His room.

Once the laughing stops he breaks the silence. “How did you even get up here?”bam asks thinking back on my story “I jumped off your ramp.you any good at skating”

“Yeah pretty good you?”

“Stepped foot on one once and fell onto someone’s bed. It seems pretty cool other than that though”

“I could teach you sometime.”

“I’ll hold you to that bam” me and bam speak about anything and everything with me now sitting above his covers on his bed and we switched the lamp off.

He tells me all about his family and when he asks about mine something in the room shifts it’s awkward.

Well I actually left home when I was 16 because me and my mum never got along she always preferred my sister i always hung out with my dad but I didn’t have many friends but these girls invited me to hangout with them and I snuck out an we went to some abandoned school and we would go there smoke some weed and whatever and once we were spray painting and the police turned up my friends ran and a policeman got me and I kicked him in the balls and they took me to jail and when my mum got that call she went crazy she said she was so disappointed in what I’ve become and that she won’t bail me out because she didn’t actually want me to come home. My dad eventually came in and took me home but I got there and my room was all boxed up and she kicked me out and said she didn’t want to see me again so I moved in with my sister.

“I’m really sorry I didn’t know”

“Yeah well how could you I don’t tell anybody so I’m could u try not to mention that”

“Pinky promise”we interlock pinkies and I kiss my hand and he copies.the conversation moves on and soon enough we’re shushing the other to stop Laughing until I notice the clock and see that it’s 2:12 and I can tell bams tired and I am as well.

“Wait y/n it was cool talking to you and if you need to talk I’m always here.” I grab a pillow an throw it at hand face. Don’t get all sappy now bam I thought you were supposed to be a cool skater boy.

I leave and head back to my room and wriggle into bed having to shove Johnny over a bit and for a second I lay there thinking about bam and how much I trusted him I wonder what tomorrow will be like before I know it I’m out like a light.

This one was acc really long

Omg guys I’m so pissed I wrote this like a week ago but I didn’t press save and I LOST RVEYTHUNG the first one was way better

Requests always open

-liv

[minijenn]

Yknow in the swap of fates au it's interesting as a dynamic because despite everything atleast the twins still have each other. Unlike Steven who was the only one who had to deal with the unknown of being a half-gem atleast Dipper and Mabel will have each other to fall back on and relate with the growing pains of not knowing what you quite are and where you belong.

Dang the birthday episode must've been a doozy though cuz you've got Mabel "Scared to grow up" Pines and Dipper "I want to grow up faster" Pines in conflict with that whole age presentation thing

Hhhhhh no but I’ve had such Swap brainrot lately bc THINK ABOUT ALL OF IT!!! The way the twins dynamic would evolve would be so interesting in swap! Like early on I think Dipper would be pretty jealous of Mabel, she can summon a tangible weapon while he can’t, has both fire powers and superior strength, meanwhile all he can do is summon ice and future vision which I I feel like he’d often see more as a curse than a blessing. But then suddenly he develops stuff like the whole “being able to make others cry when he does” (idk what the term for that is), levitation, and other such Diamond specific powers and suddenly the Sapphire was Blue Diamond reveal comes out and suddenly there is this HUGE power imbalance between the twins esp in the swap equivalent of Diamond Days where Homeworld expects Dipper to basically be royalty while hey expect Mabel to basically be his servant and when they don’t fall in line with those roles bc why the hell would they? Woo boy the other diamonds boutta be maaaad

Also Swap Future? These two both trying to cope with everything they’ve been through and failing miserably? Honestly I could see Swap Future being all about their relationship breaking down even more bc of just how unequal they really are, culminating in a huge fight (verbally and physically) between them. And of course, much like Steven one of them, if not both ends up corrupted bc I live for the drama.

God just swap au man… I forgot how much I fucking love it.

[inkdemonapologist]

Yknow if were talking about rarepairs/crackships….how about Sammy/Grant? Listen hear me out- i think I started shipping them a few years ago back during the og fandom days, but since my interest in bendy has been reignited, so has my interest in this ship lol. And im ngl, have you ever noticed how similar Grant’s office is to Sammy’s Sanctuary? They both play that same whispering effect when you enter them, they both have an ink pipe in them, they both have a bendy item in them (sammys bendy plushie and grants bendy clock), both have writing on the wall…

Even just beyond that, its implied they died the same way too, from drinking ink? And how they both seem to put the blame on others for joeys mistreatment (sammys whole “useless sheep” bit in that newspaper and grants “STOP THE WASTERS!!” bit on his office walls). and even though theres like, BARELY ANY GRANT CONTENT IN CANON, he does have a minor connection to the ink demon, as one of the flashbacks in chapter 1 is of the ink demon on level S near his office, and although this probably doesnt mean anything, the fact that the first time we see sammys cult is when we open the door to the archives via a handle we had to get from grants office specifically….👀

Plus just the miscellaneous stuff like grants va being a musician, one whose song was specially placed in sammys office- idk, *marge voice* I just think they’re neat! :)

THATS AN INTERESTING ONE… I’ve seen it around a fair bit lately but it feels recent??

Before I dive in, I do wanna address the ink-drinking – I’m a little biased, since I tend to headcanon the ink-drinking as unique to Sammy, but I feel like Grant also drinking ink is not something that’s implied so much as a headcanon that got popular? We can pretty easily accept that Grant transformed at SOME point, and the shared whispers imply that they were both under some inky influence, but that doesn’t tell us that ink-drinking was to blame. The note in BatDR about Grant looking ill could certainly be used for an ink-drinking headcanon, too, but as far as Evidence I think all it tells us for sure is that Grant was Very Stressed. [also trying to merge BatDR Grant and BatIM Grant into one entity seems messier the longer I think about it but I CANT GET DISTRACTED BY THAT NOW, THATS FOR ANOTHER POST]

ANYWAY, all the little things about this one having a valve in that one’s office and this one being voiced by a guy who did a song that’s in the other one’s office are neat but ultimately I feel like that stuff isn’t want sells a ship, for me – the biggest thing is a compelling dynamic between the characters.

There’s so much between these two that complicates them –

-- good money and hiring his own people were Sammy’s two big asks when he took the Music Director job, so he could easily be a source of financial strain and seen as one of the “wasters” Grant is so frustrated with, and it’s also not hard to imagine Sammy blaming Grant as one of the useless sheep who can’t do his job right once paychecks start coming in late. Add to that Grant being described as having no creativity at all in the Employee’s Handbook, and trying to imagine what he would relate to in Sammy “my special interest is music” Lawrence. Though I don’t know, that one could be fun. Does Grant like music despite not “getting” it? Can Sammy and Grant relate to each other through the intersection of music and math? Or does Grant just conceptualise music as a kind of math, which Joey thinks is boring but Sammy knows is not far off, and Sammy with his partially jazz background is INTRIGUING to Grant because what he’s making sounds good but isn’t following the rules…? IDK, Grant and Sammy learning to understand each other through understanding each other’s work is a neat thought.

On the surface they’re both frustrated men who want things to be under control and are frustrated with Joey’s spontaneity, but while Grant is having a meltdown over WHAT WILL JOEY SAY?, Sammy is screaming about pleasing a god rather than a man and certain that he’s found the one who will Set Them Free. Grant’s characterisation could be taken in a lot of directions, but it’s not hard to imagine him as the phobic to Sammy’s counterphobic.

Which is INTERESTING, because you get a dynamic that seems to work, as Sammy gives the impression of a leader who can offer certainty and something to depend on – and you CAN depend on him – but he’s actually a follower at heart who desperately needs someone to answer to, someone to believe in, and I don’t know if Grant can be that someone. Sammy and Grant BOTH want to be the one behind the scenes with someone else in the spotlight. On the other hand… we know Grant’s massaging numbers and fudging things and illegally hiding assets. It wouldn’t be hard to characterise him with a bit of ruthlessness as well, someone who’s not afraid to break the rules when he feels he has to; while Sammy seems frustrated, overstimulated, and perpetually at odds with a system he doesn’t fit in, Grant is willing to learn the system well enough to bend the rules to his advantage and know how to get away with it.

If you go with this take, you get a pair that could be dangerously effective but also dangerously fragile. I don’t think they would challenge or change each other so much as just reinforce each other’s ruthless caution – as long as they’re in cahoots, they’d be loyal to each other and value no principle above each others’ well-being. But the instant either of them mistrusts the other, they’d combust.

[violent-j]

Ever notice how older Juggalos are rude and gatekeepy as fuck? Like, I was browsing R/Juggalo and someone posted selfies of themself in their face paint asking to make some wicked clown friends and the comments were filled with "Elder Juggalos" calling them a Juggaho and an attention whore and telling them to go outside. Like, y'all were a kid trying to find a community once too and now that you have it this is what you're doing to someone who was exactly like you at one point? God y'all are fucking terrible. Makes me scared to interact with anyone above the age of 25 who's a Juggalo to be honest. I'm sorry for the unnecessary dump of information I just had to put it somewhere where someone would understand.

yeah i mean. outside of tumblr i don’t really go on the internet that much, so maybe i’m not the right one to ask. but i can see why you’d be put out by interactions like that.

the ‘older vs. younger/longtime vs. new fan’ friction is something that happens in kinda every fanbase ever, if you look around. gatekeeping is a bummer, but that’s sorta just what happens when any familiar landscape starts to change, it makes people uncomfortable en they start pushing back. in the case of ICP, there’s been such a huge wave of new (and reeeeally young) juggalos lately (i think cause of tiktok and homestuck getting more popular again & stuff?), so the landscape is changing like …….. a lot. & incredibly fast.

from what i’ve seen on this blog, it seems like a really high proportion of the newer and younger fans getting into ICP are also blogging about topics like dissociative identity disorder/systems/alters, being neurodivergent, neopronouns, xenogenders, OCs, furry stuff. i’m personally all for minding my own business and letting people talk about whatever they want (especially when they’re minors, like what the fuck? leave ‘em alone), but yknow. that ‘type’ of fan is understandable really, really different from the type of fan who grew up 30 years ago. yknow? i’m a young person, i’m intersex and queer, and even i don’t really ‘get’ what a xenogender is. if i was a cishet white guy born in 1980 who only uses reddit and facebook, i’d probably be confused as shit.

not defending anyone being a gatekeepy/bigoted/sexist asshole, but it’s something to consider when you’re wondering where all the hate is stemming from (i.e., discomfort). with a ton of new, wildly different fans starting to enter an established fan community, there’s some likelihood of people getting defensive and reacting immaturely about it.

ULTIMATELY THO …….. pls remember, people are basically always more shitty on the internet than in real life. if you show up to the Gathering or a local show, i think you’ll find people to be a lot more welcoming. any self-proclaimed ‘juggalo authority’ who wastes their days posting insults on reddit is a crusty piece of shit and not worth your time, if you ask me.

listen to the music if you want, wear facepaint if you want, go to a show if you want. being a juggalo is about not giving a fuck and watching out for your homies, & anyone who’s doing anything to the contrary has strayed from the path. focus on the clown love, don’t let shallow dumbasses posting on some website ruin shit for you.

[bonerot19]

Ask game? :)

⛸️🏜🍄🥤

from this ask game

🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis the second half of someday goes a bit like this: 🗣️🚲🤬🧬🔫

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work? oh I love them all, but I have a special place in my heart for people who leave long comments with quotes from the chapter and how those quotes made them feel. those people make me want to be a better person. they make me believe in the goodness of the world.

I also love anyone who says they cried or any variation of “thanks this killed me”

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings ohhhhh god okay. I’ve been thinking about Dick and Jason lately, and how they are brothers, and how I think when Dick and Jason first met, Jason would have been able to see through Dick’s facade. bc I think Jason would be incredibly good at reading people, hypervigilance, yknow? and I think that would have been so irritating and also a bit refreshing, for Dick. and it probably never went away.

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love this is the first fic I ever bookmarked with the tag masterpiece

miss twenty-something by quiddd

“I’ve read it before,” Jason said. It was almost the truth. He’d checked it out from the Gotham Public Library and gotten through roughly half of it before his mom dunked it in the bathtub during a bad trip. “It’s cool. Let’s just go eat lunch.” Bruce had magic eyes — the kind that were so clear and sharp that his stare alone could cut through people’s bullshit before they even had a chance to spew it. “You look down and to the left when you lie,” he said, voice still gentle. “You should watch that.” Or, Jason Todd grows up and finds a home. It takes a little longer than expected.

[chthonicgodling]

In real time, who was the last person to make Loki laugh and was there context behind it ?

(Accepting EeL questions again come humor me!!)

🥺🥺 oh god oh no this is SUCH a cute question i……. wish I had an equally as cute and fluffy answer because I most certainly do NOT lmAO UH-

yknow I.,,,, lemme explain something in case i somehow haven’t made this crystal clear even though iiiiii feel like I’ve outlined the circumstances pretty clearly over the years but especially the last few months. Loki’s family is the Elysium palace wholeheartedly, he cares deeply about the people he lives with and is the happiest he’s ever been, especially now lately through this new exciting ongoing tryst with Maci and Tory and ESPECIALLY now lately that they’ve scooped him very possessively into their bed at this moment in time to give him the baby and this is all mushy gushy lovey dovey like living in a dream.

would Loki ever ever ever ever ever ever admit any of that ever EVER?????

absolutely not<3 all that up there and STILL Loki absolutely must keep up appearances in skulking coolly around and glowering scowling OR wryly smirking, all that up there wrt Maci and Tory and he’s STILL SOMEHOW PRETENDING that Ugh Please I don’t Cuddle 😒😒 (?!?!?!?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING THEN) lmfao even re: all these little games in the bedroom with them he’s SUCH a stubborn prideful brat that his safeword only exists bc he otherwise insists on eyerolling and whining and fighting and they can’t fuckin tell the difference (again this is A DREAM COME TRUE also he’s never once tapped out of. anything. brat brat brat. INSUFFERABLE just admit you LIKE them aaAHH)

So UGH I waantttt to be able to coo and say yeah Loki gigglefits while snuggled with his temporary play partners but ffs of cOURSE NOT cause that means they win😒that means admitting he likes all of these people 🙄 it actually was Tory ANYWAY though but not the way you’d think UGH

during that period of constant anxious interrogation between “you really want to have a baby with me???” and “…ok surprise I was already pregnant that whole time.” One of Loki and Tory’s many talks about it, I think I posted bits of it on the other blog, in which Loki kept coming up with “well what about — this? And what about— if this? And if that?” And Tory had an even calm reassuring response for every SINGLE thing Loki threw at him. Finally after Loki was like “okay well what if you and Maci change your minds and you both turn on me or turn on each other BECAUSE of me and this child single-handedly causes the entire downfall of your marriage what THEN checkMATE” and Tory finally was like …..I think you’re just gonna have to trust us on that one

…the god of Lies proceeded to laugh in his face (dragging his hands over his face and collapsing in a defeated heap. “Yeah, I know,” said Tory.)

Anxious laughter of disbelief SHOULDNT really count though so quick addendum. I did actual research into this!! Loki brand genuine laughter before that was *checks notes* oh. uhh. well that’s extremely nsfw. But it was also Tory. lmao lmao kind of. uhhhhhh.

…..hang on scooting over to the nsfwblog again….. right here <33

I’m going to be extremely vague dggdkgkgk, time period this was like, right before Baby Decisions. I’ve mentioned the specific trio dynamic is in which Tory doms Loki but Maci doms them both<333 since really at the end of the day Tory’s a sub leaning switch at heart lmao (did we know this? mwah) and so, well, if Maci’s not there supervising that DOES sometimes make Tory susceptible…… to well, Loki being able to bat his eyelashes and purrtalk his own way out of situations. for example perhaps that key that I keep vaguely mentioning is floating around on a necklace shared by Maci and Tory that I refuse to elaborate further about —

Anyway flipping Tory upside down metaphorically/very physically is ABSOLUTELY grounds for all smug giggles and fun and games!! until Maci comes back and laughs louder and brat-wrangles back to normal 🤦🏻‍♀️ (it is worth mentioning that horny idiot will continue doing this infinitely to obtain the same result. does the punishment fit the crime??? uh hello absolutely that’s the whole POINT,)

OKAY LEAVING THE NSFW SECTION How about the last person to make him really smile?????? ….help that was also Tory (and Maci). Just last night one half flicker of a real smile very quickly before anyone catches him CAN be obtained with the very easy formula of: snuggle tightly, purr, gib kiss.,, EASY. ohghhhgghh

Anywayyyyyy this answer is perhaps insane but it’s been typed with little to no proofreading at nearly 1 am so. yikes augh THANK U THO

one of my goals in all of this truly is to get One Genuine Gushy Lovey Moment on Loki’s end, let’s laugh and smile and snuggle and PLEASE?!!!?! cause Maci and Tory are soooooooo on top of that like even though they ARE NOT BECOMING A COUPLE (through gritted teeth and insistence!!) I just 🥺 can we get ONE I love you from Loki please eee eee we’ve already got them from Tory and Maci plEEEA A S EEEE—

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

hiii so i put in a request for the matching thing but you didn’t respond to it so im guessing i didn’t put enough info which i completey understand!!! very sorry about that, i hope ur still doing these requests if not i deeply apologize. anyway pls take ur time so so sorry!!

i’d also like to be matched with someone in pjo pls!

personal info ? 15 yrs old, i’m a girl, she/her(truly idc), bisexual, half mexican (white dad…)

physical: i have medium length wavy brown hair with grown out bangs, im 5’4 average weight, pretty tan, brown eyes, silver circle glasses, i wear smudgy eyeliner w/mascara, i either wear tank tops with big pants or big t shirt with shorts

personality: i’m honestly very weird with the people im close with, like very. i have brainrot humor so im always saying weird ass shit acting like it’s normal. i’m also very sarcastic and if im not very close with someone i give them like 0 reaction i guess? idk ppl tell me im nonchalant but that sounds rlly corny 😬 anyway im very embarrassing in public when im with my friends and they hate it but i think its funny idc!! im also pretty moody but im just a teenage girl!!!!!!! i dont get mad that easily tho like i can take a joke i just get ANNOYED easily but then ill be fine in a few minutes. also ppl tell me im very funny so 😇 meat riding myself YES IM A NO SABO KID I AM TRYING TO LEARN SOANISH.

hobbies/intrests: love love love listening to music, love tv girl, tyler, mitski, arctic monkeys, the smiths, depeche mode, the cure, lana, tame impala, beabadoobee and so many other generes and artists but i only know like 2 songs 😬

i also had a severe fnaf phase, avatar the last airbender, spiderverse, saiki, and obvi percy jackson

currently OBSESSED with slushy noobz they are my whole personality they are how i act. along with avascreams on tiktok ive literally had 6 different ppl tell me “you know that one girl on tiktok?? you act just like her” IM TRILY NOT EVEN TRYING TO ACT LIKE HER I SWEAR. also love sam and colby i full heartedly believe in ghosts just watch ima become a ghost hunter 😊😊

as of right now my hobbies are playing stardew valley and never getting my homework done, i also love to draw but im not very good at it. i also love painting but i haven’t done it in a while bc of school :(( i take piano lessons as well but again, not very good even after 5 years. i rlly like reading too but again bc of school i haven’t read as much lately, love playing with my pets (dog and cat) they’re so cute i love animals so so much i want more but yknow im busy, ive also gotten into working out bc im tryna lose this face fat🫥

likes: love carnival rides!!!! they’re so fun i love the fair SO MUCH. beautiful atmosphere truly. the zipper is so fun don’t let anyone lie to you. nature, i love going on walks in the woods but i can’t bc i don’t live near any😔 food i love food, korean, mexican, american, japanese, i love it all. english class! teacher is so sweet i love her and its also easy and boring so

dislikes: six flags. i hate roller coasters. annoying ppl like bruh stfu up OH MY GOD. when my mom asks me about college, leave me alone pls!

okay i truly don’t know what else to put i hope this was enough 😓😓

-faith 👐

Hey Faith, I am so so sorry that this took incredibly long to complete. I’ve been insanely busy these few months and lots of personal stuff going on so I really hope that this does it justice! And also also don’t be sorry I’m really sorry that this took so long

Your PJO ship: Leo Valdez 🔥🔥🔥 (man I’m jealous)

Explanation: honestly the best way I can explain this is that you’re crazy totally matches his crazy. Your freak matches his freak. is somebody gonna match my freak? Yes, someone will match your freak and that person is Leo. Starting off with your physical appearance, I think that he would be very attracted to you and I think you give a vague match of his mom like I feel like you look like his mom a little little bit, which is what kind of drew him to you in the first place I feel like he probably saw you in a crowd and his jaw dropped. He just thought that you were your clothing style. He also liked your eyeliner which he had you do on him whenever you guys got comfortable enough in the relationship he was like hey can I please have your make up routine done on me? He looked rlly hot but anyway- you guys are just so chaotic together with your personality like you match him so well I feel like Leo in order to make a relationship work with him. He needs to have someone that’s either vastly different than him or the same because I mean, I just see you guys as Deadpool and Vanessa, you guys so chaotic in public you guys would do so much embarrassing shit together and social anxiety would be afraid of both of you combined, a deadly duo. Whenever you were first getting to know each other, and you were more relaxed and chill around him less if you’re crazy with showing, that’s what kind of Drew him like he thought that your dynamic could be that you would kind of be more opposites, but then he slowly realize that you were just as fucking goofy and silly as him, and he would have a blast with you as you guys got further on into your even like just friendship that eventually turn into romance. You guys always have the funniest times together like I’m not joking. You guys would be the couple to go out with if you wanted a good time because you guys just yeah you’re chaotic and glorious and also really freaking funny and I mean yeah. (I would also like to let you know to do a deeper dive into your personality. I did research some of the people you mentioned that you were compared to and watched some of their videos and subjected myself to the painful amount of puns and batshit crazy, honestly I’m pretty impressed if people are comparing you) as for your hobbies, he would love playing Stardew Valley and I feel like he would romance. Sebastian don’t ask me why, but I just feel like he would. He would totally want Sebastian as I don’t know why OK I really don’t. I really don’t but anyway that’s just my personal theory. But he would love playing Stardew with you. He’s also a procrastinator when it comes to homework and work and taking things seriously in general so you guys would be quite the interesting duo and I feel like U2 would just end up making out during study date so if you want someone to study with? He’s probably not the best person. Also, I think that he would love your art and would be absolutely obsessed. If you ever did any artwork of him or just inspired by him like he would love that he would frame that shit he would brag to everyone about how good you are and same goes with piano he’s obsessed even if you think you weren’t very good after five years of playing he thinks you’re magnificent. It took everything in him to not compare you to Apollo because he knew that that would probably get you like blasted into the sky or something, but he just thinks anything that comes from you is good basically. That’s Leo Math.

You + Anything= Good.

He can never read very much because of his ADHD. I just feel like he would lose interest in books really easily unless they’re really exciting or exactly what he’s being into at this point, so I feel like he would get the being too busy to read. He also loves animals. He would absolutely snuggle all the pets in the world. I feel like he just loves animals. I feel like he especially loves dogs because they match his energy and he’s definitely like a golden retriever guy or maybe a Chihuahua guy one of them anyway dogs are very Leo core. Also, he thinks your chubby face is cute, and while he promotes working out for the healthiness of it, he thinks you have the wrong motivation if you want to get rid of that cute squeezable cheeks. (Multiple cheeks if ykwim) he also loves carnival rides and he’s a huge foodie so if you ever went out to him, you guys would end up eating more than your stomachs and belts can handle I mean yeah you guys would just be done if you ever went out to eat because he would order so much food and then I feel like because of his ADHD he’d be midway eating through another thing and then see other stand and be like babe. We gotta go there next. basically you guys would be extremely full. He also likes nature walks. I think that he kind of just likes the dirt of it because he’s definitely not afraid to get dirty and he loves just poking around nature I mean, I honestly that’s how I see him going on hikes like he’d pick up slugs, he do all kinds of like gross stuff. People normally wouldn’t do like I don’t know, letting a worm crawl on his arm or something.  anyway you guys totally match each other crazy and match each other’s freak yes just like the song, and I really ship it 💕💓💗💞💗💞

[saras-devotionals]

Quiet Time 4/10

What am I feeling today?

Well currently I’m in pain, it’s been going on for a little over a week now and it’s just been bothering me. Also, I suspect I may have fallen into another depressive episode. I didn’t want to post my quiet times for a few days but now I feel I should because I want to dive into my emotions.

Psalm 13 NIV

“How long, Lord? Will you forget me forever? How long will you hide your face from me? How long must I wrestle with my thoughts and day after day have sorrow in my heart? How long will my enemy triumph over me? Look on me and answer, Lord my God. Give light to my eyes, or I will sleep in death, and my enemy will say, “I have overcome him,” and my foes will rejoice when I fall. But I trust in your unfailing love; my heart rejoices in your salvation. I will sing the Lord’s praise, for he has been good to me.”

Whenever I really feel sorrow weighing on my heart, I read this Psalm because I can relate a lot to David here.

I think about this life especially: How long must I wrestle with my thoughts and day after day have sorrow in my heart? I think this encapsulates depression quite well and how I feel.

But I trust in your unfailing love; my heart rejoices in your salvation. I will sing the Lord’s praise, for he has been good to me.” -> this is the reminder though! Despite all I’m feeling, I’ll continue to trust and praise God! Because even now, I know that He’s still good to me! I know He loves me and cares for me and has a plan for me and I should push myself to focus on that.

However, lately, everything has just brought me sorrow. My heart is hurting and I keep trying to pinpoint what it is. The only thing I can really think of is that I’ve been reflecting on my past too much. I visited my birth city twice in the past month and it brought back a lot of memories and nostalgia. I think I’m just grieving my childhood, that I’m an adult now and I’ll never experience that again.

Isaiah 43:18-19 NIV

““Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.”

I constantly try to remind myself of this when I get stuck in the past! However, I also think that I never really took the time to mourn my childhood. I know that I grew up too fast, had certain responsibilities as a kid that forced me to mature early, and also, I wanted to grow up. My parents warned me, others as well, enjoy your childhood! You’re only a kid once! I wish I listened to them!! I wish I didn’t race so quickly to adulthood because now I’m here and I wish I could relive the past, to be taken back and slow down to really enjoy what I had.

I feel that’s always been a problem for me. I focus too much on the future and therefore don’t enjoy the present and then regret it later on. I’m always looking to escape the now but then miss the past. Yknow they say you never really knew what you had until it’s gone and that’s so true!

Anyways! God says to forget the former things and not to dwell because He’s doing a new thing! And that’s true! He is! I should focus on the here and now and enjoy the present because that’s where He has me right now🙏🏼

[daisyvisions]

⚠️: nsfw link

daisy idk how you deal with all these sangyeon content… has it always been like this??? am i just late to the sangyeon enjoyer party?

cause now all i think about is just …… sangyeon

also idk i’ve been thinking abt what sangyeon would be like when he’s jealous (omg what do u think he’d be like i want to hear your thoughts too on this) i think he’d be sooo territorial 😵‍💫 marking u up 😵‍💫 he’d probably be rougher than usual making u his cumrag and probably kept saying “mine mine mine” 😵‍💫 GODDD I FEEL SO DIZZY RN

something like https://x.com/18sexualfun/status/1690435231566721024?s=46

see the thing is... sangyeon has only been like this recently like he was never the type to go shirtless and shit and now he's been too confident about it (rightfully so) and honestly im not okay AT ALL kjsdfnjksdf the things in my mind every time I see him I swear to god I need to be put to horny jail at this point hold shit sdkjfnsdkjnf

jealous sangyeon you say??? oof I feel like he's a quiet jealous yknow? like he wont make it obvious in public but through the marks he leaves on your skin the others would definitely know when he was feeling jealous 😩

and ofc behind closed doors that's when you get to experience possessive, a little mean, hot sangyeon and just cumming everywhere he can at this point saying shit like "no one else gets to do this to you" AAAAHHHHH 😭

that link... YO that's fucking hot he would so be the type fr 😵‍💫

[inosukeslefttoe]

i’m pulling this shit out of my ass and all the emotions i’ve been having because i decided to binge devilman crybaby today. I first saw it in 2020 during the pandemic and decided it was one of the best pieces of media i’ve ever consumed. i was worried that my opinion of it would’ve changed by now BUT IT HAS NOT.

it honestly just such a beautiful piece of media,, i think i could talk for hours so i’m not even gonna mention the aesthetics and soundtrack and imagery and references and just focus on like. feelings.

THE CAT SCENE. became so much more obvious and important this time around. basically. akira is the cat and ryo is the one crying. we all know about akira empathy abilities and his weird “you’re crying too” when it seems clear that ryo ISNT and that he has no feelings. EXCEPT HE DOES !! he doesn’t know it at the time but deep down inside him is the ability to feel sadness and therefore the ability to love. tbh i think the reason he didn’t believe in either of those things at the beginning was because they’re both just so. human. ANYWAYS the way that akira sobs upon the cats passing despite the fact that he Knew it was gonna die mirrors how ryo cries for akira in the end. ryo knew akira was human and that he would eventually pass,, AND THEN HE EVEN FUCKING FOUGHT HIM TO THE DEATH AND KILLED HIM ?? yet he still cried over his corpse. and like ,, that literally makes no sense because HE KILLED HIM HIMSELF so why does he cry ?? why does he mourn this weak human that he knew was already dead ?? BECAUSE HE HAS FEELINGS. HE HAS STUPID MESSY IRRATIONAL HUMAN FEELINGS. OF LOVE AND HEARTBREAK AND SADNESS AND LOSS. and i think that might be part of what scares him the most. he lived his whole life thinking he was emotionless and superior and strong,, and as long as he had akira by his side to be the emotional one of the group he’d be fine repressing all his shit. but now akira is gone and he’s left to sit in his feelings and except the fact that he HAS them and that he’s a little bit more human that he thought. oh and also i just think that for someone who always talks about how the strong beat the weak etc etc ,, it seems a little silly for ryo to fall in love with akira who is the softest and (no offense) physically weakest baby boy out there. he literally had this coming.

the baton scene !! this one didn’t hit quite as hard as the cat scene but i still want to talk about it because i <3 repetition. i think it’s supposed to symbolize how throughout his life akira tried and tried and tried again to get ryo to feel his feelings and be able to give and accept love. no matter how many times he tried and failed, akira never gave up and still loved ryo because that’s what people do with those they care about !! and i think it just breaks my heart that ryo couldn’t accept the baton until after it was too late.

oh yeah and this is possibly my favorite development and new thought after my rewatch. um. so yknow how ryo doesn’t have any memories of being satan at first. i think that maybe this means that he could possibly not remember other things too. this might be a bit of a stretch but i feel like the point of being a demon or being trapped in hell is to yknow ,, BE IN HELL sooo ,, where i’m going with this is that i think that ryos hell and punishment from god is to be thrown into different variations of earth with different variations of humans and in all of them he finds akira and falls in love with him and only knows it until it’s too late. and THATS why akira/all the akira variants can tell him that he IS in fact crying, because they know with their magic empathy abilities that he DOES love them more than anything. i might be off but i love to torture myself <3 but like ?? it sorta makes sense especially with god rebuilding the world after ryo destroyed it. like what happens to ryo ?? where does he go ?? back to hell ?? back to earth ?? i personally like my little theory

i have never read the bible fully but i wanted to mention how i think it’s so interesting how all the religious imagery is like ?? flipped if that makes sense ?? like the imagery of akira vs ryo makes it seem the opposite of how it should be. and i wonder if this also applies to other scenes with more obscure imagery or references like the miko donkey scene ?? idk but i might look into it more. i think they did this because it’s supposed to show how nothing is ever truly black or white with humanity. emotions and love and sadness and just people in general are all so multifaceted and can’t really be explained with any exact science. by switching up seemingly obvious imagery and confusing the viewers a bit i think they show how everything is just on a huge greyscale

okay i think that’s it for now but i WILL update this if i have another thought

[joshuaalbert]

For the ask meme , what about jadzia ?

favorite thing about them

she’s just. genuinely very enjoyable. like I feel like other characters I have more specific things to say about them but she’s literally just very fun to watch I love her beautiful woman weird guy who is also a worm energy. her swagger her panache her power. all the scenes where she’s doing her professional science job and also just saying some vaguely insane shit are important to me. but then like I also think one of the most interesting things in her character was kind of unintentional as they were trying to sort her out where early jadzia was a lot quieter and more serious and theoretically more like she was before joining and then she just kind of evolves into her final form. like I don’t think that was intentional I think they just kinda went hmm this character isn’t working let’s try something else but I think the idea that sometimes it’s this gradual progression towards a balance (in a different way than it is for ezri later as well) is an interesting one.

least favorite thing about them

it’s too easy to talk about tears of the prophets and the whole like “she’s never mentioned that they want kids before now but since they’re killing her off she is now Woman Who Wants A Baby because i guess her death isn’t tragic enough otherwise, and it feels like cheating to talk about how “if worf hadn’t shown up it would’ve been you” (idr if that’s the exact quote and I refuse to look it up but it’s like that) is a horrendous retcon, but holy shit everything that happened at the end of s6 into s7 was like. it’s just so clearly spiteful?? like I’m not breaking new ground here we all know it but god.

also I do think her willingness to just like throw her life away for some random guy she met two days ago is kind of funny but if I knew her in real life it would drive me insane

brOTP

benjamin!! literally just. I mean she has great dynamics with so many people and some of them didn’t even get ruined in s7 but they’re so important to each other both across lifetimes and as sisko and Jadzia Specifically that they gotta take the top spot

OTP

I do like worfzia a lot when they’re written well (90s trek loved the “a relationship can’t be interesting unless they’re fighting about dumb shit all the time” school of thought, and while some of their arguments made sense bc they had conflicting worldviews and experiences and shit that they should reasonably have to struggle to work out, some of them felt like they were more a feature of this). but also kiradax soooo deeply important to me from like late s1 onward and I simply think. what if they were wifes.

nOTP

sigh ok I’m gonna talk about it but just like. I really liked what the julian and jadzia friendship settled into!! she wasn’t into him and he eventually got over it enough that they could become rly good friends!! and like I’ve said this before but I get if he still had lingering feelings ik that doesn’t always just go away but like. to treat it like it was ever remotely mutual is so disingenuous and a disservice to both characters imo

random headcanon

this is really specific but I like to think she kind of loosely keeps in contact with arjin (the trill initiate she was the field docent for) even if he doesn’t go on to be joined. I think it would be nice if they had a little like pen pal mentorship thing going on every so often yknow.

unpopular opinion

it’s funny I feel like there aren’t a lot of wildly differing opinions on jadzia. like generally speaking pretty much everyone thinks she’s enjoyable? I feel like I have seen people say she’s not the best written character and I don’t think they’re Wrong (and i do feel like to a degree they do more interesting trill stuff with ezri) but it also doesn’t. bother me that much in this case tbh.

song i associate with them

I can’t remember who it was anymore but someone mentioned recessional by vienna teng as a kira/jadzia song but after ezri shows up and it’s.

yeah…………..

favorite picture of them

if I don’t talk about rejoined at some point during this I’ll die for real so here it is ⬆️⬆️⬆️ women kiss

[woozi]

hiii yza… this ask’s a bit of a long one but! thought u might appreciate some svt rambling from yours truly, car crash anon. I was rewatching a bunch of dance practices lately (been on a real svt kick trying to find all the moments of them singing live during dance practices bc I enjoy that. I did find them only I didn’t take any notes which will be tragic for me like a year later I bet) and noticed that like. there’s this part in HOT (the like… post-chorus? whatever comes right after the hot hot hot bit) where both hoshi and dino take center for a brief period, and what they do differs. and the Way it differs is like, the move hoshi does really focuses on his lower body while dino’s focuses like. on the upper body. arms and shoulders. it's a great time for me no matter what bc like hey. my biases. but this did remind me of the kind of unhinged ask I sent u where I mentioned that hoshi like. almost imperceptibly bends his knees a little more in the fear chorus. It did get me thinking tho like. I feel like that’s a really distinctive characteristic of how he dances—the way he uses his lower body, I mean—and I always enjoy taking note of it? it just adds a little extra… pizzazz, yknow? so I thought I’d pick a few moments of like. things I think r really indicative of hoshi’s style. to share. (apologies I did not also include dino stuff in this ask bc I think it would be… way too long. to appease my own self I want to say that somehow it was only today I noticed that during vernon’s bit in _world hoshi and dino r having fun in the back lol)

clears throat. firstly in insomnia zero II #1 mingyu makes fun of how hoshi stands and I’ve never stopped thinking about it bc its so true. I genuinely love it. not really music in that one but I have to mention it

off the top of my head, hot & god of music both have hoshi feature in a lil solo dance that draws attention to his legs (god of music to a lesser extent but I did replay the beginning of the little instrumental solo for the god of music dance practice so many times bc hoshi’s legs like shift sooo quickly in his bit)… cheers has his iconic line and that bit definitely has moves centered on his lower body.

okay now moving past the parts that could conceivably be normal to mention lol. in the inside seventeen for the bss circle chart awards around 4:55 hoshi’s fun little improved adlib absolutely counts as smthing that I see and just go “oh that’s so distinctively hoshi” for me. like. the way his hand is on his hip and the exaggerated degree to which he’s leaning. to that regard… if u look up a fancam of crazy in love from the ode to you tour around 2:30 there’s this lil dance break bit they’ve added and like. the Angle at which hoshi puts his hands on his hips is like. he’s bending back and his legs are planted fairly forward and it makes a really striking pose to me. let’s see… there’s also his choreo for bad which is like. that drop where he just like… slowly squats into a kneeling pose is like. yeah. that makes sense. and then there’s a move where he like. bends? rolls? idk he sits a little differently and it’s like. that same thing. OH. ok I think I can describe it. there’s this way that hoshi will like. lean back and SINK into a pose that I really like. like there’s this drop and it feels really… stable? which happens in both fear and crazy in love and in bad. and it happens right at the beginning of touch. love that performance. touch also has his basically doing the limbo in one of the choruses.

(also I didn’t know how to put this in the ask naturally but. I don’t think I’ve seen this opinion before even though I feel like it should be common. So. I just need to mention that crazy in love is simply THE hoshi song for me. like. on the vocals end it’s a GREAT showcase of the different places his voice goes: first lower in the intro, and a really good demonstration of the distinctive way he shapes his vowels, and then after the chorus, it’s higher and lighter, and then he starts off the final chorus and his voice has a different vibe then, too! i really struggled with picking out hoshi’s voice when I first got into seventeen because like… it sounded like different voices at different pitches to me I guess? anyways I wrote a guide to myself about it (out of curiosity I opened up that guide again and. Why is it almost 5000 words.) and I’ve never had trouble since. and then it’s like. he’s always great at dancing and he’s got a lil fun dance break in the ode to you concert. awesome. also I like the song.)

CAR CRASH ANON HI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <3

the way u keep rewatching footage is SAUR saur interesting to me that's very blair waldorf love it 😋 ALSO HIGHLY AGREE WITH THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, i noticed that too!! also love how perf u's in the middle of that sequence 😋 also SOOO true!! i feel like hoshi's energy brings a more rugged and raw feel to his dances which i think is just SOO fitting for him tbh. and u wON W THAT PLS FDJFDJKFDJK

AND NOT CONCEIVABLY NORMAL 😭😭😭 LOVE HOW U EVEN MENTIONED TOUCH TBH?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? one of my favorite hoshis <33

and u would be right 😋 hoshi IS a very versatile performer and i think he just has Something (a certain je ne sais quoi 😭 LMFAO) that really draws u in about him <33 obsessed w how much love this ask exudes for the dude u r SOO horangdan <3333

and thank u for sharing these w me <3333333 love that, and i missed it sm!! hope ure having a great one 😋

[whyisaravenlike-awritingdesk]

Carynthian

For @nessianweek day 7 (but could also be a late day 6). So, ever since hearing about that SJM interview, with the original plan for the Rite in ACOSF, I’ve not been able to stop thinking about Cassian watching Nesta through a mirror. And thus, this fic was born— one where Eris isn’t captured, and one where Nesta climbs the mountain with her sisters and becomes carynthian the way she should have in canon. It’s almost 5k of pure angst but it’s okay, because there will be a part 2 at some point soon, full of nothing but fluff and a soft, fussing Cassian. Yknow, just to make up for all the heartache. (Also on AO3) (*update* - chapter 2 is here)

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Cassian had been wounded countless times in his long life. Acquired more scars than he could count, found himself on the wrong side of a keen blade more times than he cared to admit. Yet no injury, no wound, could compare to the pain of landing in Windhaven and finding Nesta gone.

Not just gone— taken. All three of them, his mate and his friends, plundered and left alone, thrust unwillingly into the Blood Rite.

It was a dagger between his ribs, a knife in the heart, and he couldn’t stand in Emerie’s house a second longer. The scent of their fear lingered, sticking to the back of his throat. Bitter and acrid, it was too much to bear, and he couldn’t breathe in there, couldn’t look at the bed that still smelled like Nesta, the blood on the floor that said she’d not gone without a fight. 

He tore through Emerie’s front door but didn’t feel the cold as he sank to his knees. His strength and his restraint departed, and he plunged his hands into the snow, clenching his fists to the point of pain. He was nothing but a maelstrom of blind, molten rage, undercut with a fear so incapacitating he could barely breathe, barely move.

He had to— Needed to— Couldn’t just—

Gasping, Cassian sought the other end of the bond bridging his soul and Nesta’s. He grasped at it, clawed with invisible hands, cast around for the other end of that tether. Desperate, frantic, he tried, but it slipped through his fingers as he fell forwards onto his hands. Cut off, she was cut off from him and he couldn’t reach her and—

A sob cleaved his chest, burning in his throat as he muttered her name over and over and over— Nesta, Nesta, Nesta. A lament, bleeding and raw.

Mother and Gods above, his last words to her had been ones of anger— and now his mate was in the killing fields, and it was enough to make him descend into primal, terrible, panic as his tormented hands tried to find purchase in the snow. Scrambled for something to hold onto.

There was nothing.

He was the most powerful Illyrian in centuries. Enalius reborn. A warrior god, blessed beyond measure with power— but what fucking good was any of that now?

What good were seven siphons and a mighty reputation when he couldn’t reach the woman he loved, couldn’t save her? “You know the laws,” Rhys had said, but fuck the laws. Fuck everything, because—

Because he’d never even had the chance to tell her he loved her. Never found the right moment, and oh, how he regretted it now. She was gone, so far away, and all he could do was pray, beg any deity that would listen as he kneeled broken in the snow.

“Come back to me,” he whispered to the wind. A broken plea, a desperate entreaty. “Come home to me, Nes.”

***

The clock ticked. A metronome of grief, it ticked over, seventy-two hours turning to seventy-three. Three days slipped into four and suddenly, Cassian had gone four entire days without her. He’d counted each minute, each second, and with every single one that passed, the knife twisted deeper, delved further into his heart.

Azriel had found him in the snow. Said something about going home, but that was ridiculous, because home lay to the north, with Nesta, wherever she was. Az had brought them back to the House of Wind, but this wasn’t home. Not without her, not anymore. Without her he was lost. Rudderless and trying to navigate a tempest sea— and all he could do was wait. Wait, and pace, and wait.

Azriel sat in a chair by the fireplace now, watching as shadows darted in and out in their search for information. Cassian wasn’t entirely sure why they even bothered— they couldn’t cross into the forests around the slopes of Ramiel, so all they delivered was news of the camp lords readying to meet those that finished the Rite when the seven days were done.

Not a whisper about Nesta or Emerie or Gwyn, and Cassian had almost broken a window when they’d first brought back news of Devlon instead of the Valkyries. Who gave a fuck what the lords were doing, when it was Nesta and Emerie and Gwyn who mattered now? Who fucking cared what preparations they were making, when Nesta could have lain unbreathing since that very first day?

That thought had him spiralling. Picturing his mate— his beautiful, fierce mate lying lifeless in the snow— A strangled, feral, sound left him, one of anguish, and Cassian slammed a fist onto the nearest table, shattering the silence and splintering the polished surface. It cracked from edge to edge, breaking open and it was fitting, really. Cassian felt himself splitting open with every second that passed, every night he spent sleepless.

“I can’t do this,” he croaked. The most he’d spoken in hours. If Az was surprised by the outburst, then he kept his face carefully blank. “What is she’s—”

Dead, but he couldn’t do it. Couldn’t say it out loud. What if she’s dead.

Azriel shook his head, blue siphons blazing. “You’d know, Cass.” Smoothly, he rose to his feet and crossed the floor in three strides. A scarred hand rested over Cassian’s fractured heart as he said, “You’d feel it.”

“Would I?” Cassian asked hoarsely, voice cracking. The bond was silent, so deathly quiet that it was like screaming into a void every time he tried to tug on it, to find the end that was connected to her. He tried— every few minutes, he tried, but there’d been nothing, not a whisper echoing down that bridge. 

“Yes,” Az nodded, eyes softening, sharing his concern. He hadn’t left him alone for days— had been there as Cassian paced, refusing to sleep or eat. The House was worried too, kept delivering fresh tea and building up the fire. When the sun set, it gave them whiskey. It was fussing— but the pile of books the girls had left abandoned days ago remained untouched. The House refused to move them, and Cassian didn’t touch them either, as if they were both of them hoping that, at any minute, their Valkyries would be back, picking up where they left off.

I miss them too, Cassian wanted to whisper to the lights that flared every now and then in the sconces. The House’s way of asking if there was any news, he supposed. 

He was looking at those books - thinking of the way Nesta’s brow furrowed in concentration when she read, the way she’d bite her lip slightly, blush, when she was reading smut and didn’t want him to know - when one shadow scurried across the floor. Hurried up its master’s arm and made Azriel blink once, twice. Cassian’s heart lurched— What did the shadows say, oh gods above, what had they found—

It could have been no more than ten seconds— no more than that, as Azriel listened to his shadows and Cassian waited, panic rushing through him as his knees almost gave way. No more than ten seconds, but it felt like an eternity— as if time had slowed, halted. Eventually, Azriel dismissed the shadow with a flick of his wrist and offered Cassian a wan smile.

“I know how you can check on her.”

***

A magic mirror. A magic mirror. Kept in the Hewn City along with the Veritas orb and the ouroboros mirror— he’d been a fool not to remember it sooner, but the thing had been hidden in the Court of Nightmares for so long that it had all but passed out of memory. That is, until Azriel’s shadows had remembered, and Az had departed instantly, returning within the hour bearing a velvet-wrapped parcel and a wary expression.

“Ready?” Az asked, throat bobbing as he swallowed. Even the spymaster was nervous, and Cassian's throat went dry, terrified of what awaited them within that mirror.

“No,” he admitted, but nodded regardless as Azriel set the mirror on the low table before the sofa, propped it up against Nesta’s books. 

The world seemed to still, to hold its breath, as Azriel drew the fabric away from the surface of that mirror and first… First Cassian saw only himself. Saw a male gone mad with terror, haunted by words he’d left unspoken. He saw Az too, saw the concern in his own shadowed eyes echoed in the spymaster’s anxious gaze.

And then— He saw Nesta. 

He saw Nesta.

For the first time in days, he saw her, and he felt hollow— felt like he’d been cut right down to the quick, because he’d not expected seeing her to hurt this much. She was running, Gwyn and Emerie by her side, each of them wearing leathers at least three sizes too big. They were breathing, alive, and running— running for a valley and a rope bridge strung across a gulf. They had found one another, just as he and Az and Rhys had, but any gladness he felt was dwarfed, swallowed entirely as he noted the smear of blood on Nesta’s cheek. Her hands, bruised and cut.

“She’s hurt,” he murmured mournfully. His soul keened as he took her in, alive and breathing yes, but hurt, and it was fucking killing him, as if her injuries pained him too. Every instinct he had screamed at him to get her, find her, wrap her in his arms and hold her so tightly— but she was so far away. Out of his reach, and all he could do was watch, hands outstretched towards the mirage of her.

“She’s alive,” Az reminded him carefully. “They all are.”

More than alive— they were fighting, barrelling towards the bridge, so close to the foot of Ramiel. They’d made it far— in four days they were further along than he and Az had been in their own Rite, and if Cassian hadn’t still been so fucking terrified, he’d have taken a moment to cheer, to kiss the surface of that mirror, because they were racing towards that mountain.

They had almost reached that swinging bridge when Az swore.

“What the fuck is that,” he asked sharply, leaning forward as shadows skittered along the edge of the mirror. Cassian wasn’t listening, didn’t care, watching only Nesta’s feet as she ran, dodging rocks and uneven ground. “Cass,” Az pressed. “At Emerie’s hip. What the fuck is that? It looks like—”

Cassian followed his brother’s gaze and saw— the hilt of a dagger.

The world tilted, and even though Cassian was already sat down, he felt weak, needed to lie down as the breath left his lungs in a violent gasp. Unmistakably, there was a weapon sheathed at Emerie’s hip. At Nesta’s too, and Gwyn’s. Someone had put weapons in the Rite, and whilst he was glad the Valkyries were armed with proper steel, he felt hollow, bottomed out as he realised that full-grown Illyrian warriors weren’t attacking his mate with makeshift weapons— no, they had real blades. Real steel. He jumped to his feet when he saw arrows.

With trembling hands, he tapped his siphons, bringing out his armour. Enough— he’d seen enough. “No more,” he said, voice shaking with barely contained fury. Barely contained dread. “If the Illyrians want to hunt me down and execute me, just let them fucking try. I’m getting them back, if it’s the last thing I do—”

“Cass,” Azriel interjected, rising to his feet too.

“There are fucking weapons in there, and I won’t sit here and wait Az, not when this this is rigged against them—” He swatted at the shadows twined around the door handle like a lock, considering just kicking the whole thing down, because he had to get to her, couldn’t watch one more arrow miss her by a hairsbreadth— 

Wouldn’t just sit there and wait for his mate to die—

“Cass,” Az repeated, sharply this time. Loudly. “Look.”

The bridge was gone. 

Stretching across that chasm was nothing, and on the other side stood all three Valkyries. Blood streamed down Gwyn’s leg, and Cassian’s heart stuttered as they used a stolen shirt to bind Gwyn’s leg, to stop the flow of blood, but— their pursuers were on the other side of the cliff. 

“The lords won’t stop it,” Az muttered darkly. “You know that. Even if it’s been interfered with, they’re too proud to admit it, and too stubborn to pull out now.” He shook his head as Cassian’s stomach sank, as his fingers fell away from the door handle. 

“I can’t do nothing, I can’t just—“

“What’s your plan then, General? Storm in there, pull them out and then— what? You’d have to slaughter every commander, every camp lord. Leave Illyria in ashes.”

Cassian’s siphons burned. “You expect me to sit here and watch them die? Watch Nesta die?”

Az shook his head. “They can do this,” he said quietly, turning his gaze back to the mirror, where the Valkyries had rested for only long enough to bind Gwyn’s leg. Swallowing, Az blinked as they grew closer to the mountain with each step. “They remind me of us.”

“Yeah,” Cassian breathed, barely taking his eyes off Nesta long enough to blink. He drew in a stuttered breath, damn near trembling as he returned to the sofa. He reached out, drifting his fingers over the smooth, glassy surface, longing to feel her skin beneath his hands instead.

As night dawned and darkness deepened, Cassian remained by that mirror. Didn’t sleep, didn’t move. Until the sun came up, Cassian kept his vigil.

***

Nothing in the world could have prepared him for the sight of Nesta at the base of Ramiel. The mountain, all but hallowed ground, and the stars above— the closest thing to relics Illyrians had, the nearest thing to religion. Artkos, Oristes and Carynth glinted overhead, sacred, but as Nesta looked up to the summit, light glancing off her jaw… Relics and religion meant nothing, paling next to her.

Oristian.

They were Oristian by right now, and if Cassian weren’t so overcome with terror, if his eyes weren’t burning from so many hours without sleep, then he’d have wept with pride. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe they could do this— wasn’t that he doubted them, or lacked faith. It was that he knew what awaited them up that mountain, wanted to spare them the pain of climbing its slopes. 

It was that his every breath was dogged with a terrible, gnawing panic that something could go wrong, and now that there were real weapons in the Rite…

How could he be expected to sleep, knowing that?

As he watched, Nesta pointed to a path leading south. Gwyn shook her head, but Emerie pointed to the blood soaking through the shirt they’d used as tourniquet on the priestess’ leg. The path led away from Ramiel— they could take it, wait out the remaining few days and be brought home safe as soon as the Rite was over. Go south, Cassian urged, nodding as Nesta pointed to the path again. Please— 

Please come home to me.

He didn’t need to look at Azriel to know he was thinking of the same thing— remembering their own climb up that mountainside. Their agony, their blood mingling in the snow as exhaustion threatened to consume them. Three paths up, and though only one was known as the Breaking, there was no way of making it up that mountain unscathed. No path that didn’t leave you gasping, aching, bleeding, broken in a hundred different ways.

Don’t. He wished they could hear him, wished his words would reach. Don’t— you’ve done enough. Proven enough. 

But Gwyn was pointing adamantly up at the mountain, tears shining in her teal eyes. She spoke at length, and then Emerie was crying, too. When Nesta’s own tears began to fall, Cassian cursed every inch of distance between them, hating that he could do nothing to ease her pain. His own grief deepened with every tear she shed, and when, as one, they spurned the path to the south and began the ascent as sisters… Cassian bowed his head. In reverence, but in despair, too.

“Carynthian,” Az breathed, and a shiver crawled down Cassian’s spine. Though he was premature giving them the title Carynthian, there was no doubt in the spymaster’s face. No doubt at all. They’d make it to the top, touch that stone.

Carynthian.

His Nes— His Valkyrie, his Carynthian. 

And to think, he’d never told her he loved her. Never, even though it was the most fundamental truth. She always had been his equal and now— Gods, now there was no denying it. Nesta was the other half of him, and if the Illyrians weren’t terrified of her before, then they’d tremble now. They’d fall to their knees as she passed, and if they didn’t, he’d take out their kneecaps and force them to.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he whispered to himself, eyes drifting closed as she began the ascent up the mountain that had damn near killed him, once.

Please, he prayed. Please let her survive this. 

***

It was all he could think for hours. All he could murmur, whisper like a mantra. Please, please, please. As he watched the Valkyries take each step, as they stopped to catch their breath, to let Gwyn rest— please. As the House stopped building up the fire, stopped refilling the teapot as if it, too, was waiting with bated breath— please. 

The summit was so close, just another few hours and they’d make it, they’d be home, and Cassian dared to hope for the first time in days, because it was just there, just a little bit further and—

Nesta stopped. The world came to a halt as she stopped dead, swayed— and fell. Fell right back down to the Pass of Enalius, and Cassian couldn’t breathe, not as he saw each rock that grazed her skin, felt each blow. Even Azriel hissed, a sharp breath sucked in between gritted teeth, and Cassian’s siphons were pulsing, raging, as he watched, helpless, as all those yards gained were yielded, and the summit seemed further than ever.

The nightmare didn’t end, only deepened as Emerie’s lips parted and Cassian read the words he couldn’t hear. They’re coming— as Nesta took up a blade. As the lips he’d kissed swollen just days ago uttered the one word that made his blood run cold. No.

Azriel inhaled sharply as Gwyn protested. As Nesta hit the pressure point Cassian had taught her and the priestess went out cold. Emerie pleaded. Begged. And Nesta gripped her sword tighter.

“No,” Cassian echoed, hands grasping at the mirror, clawing at the surface. The bevelled edges sliced open his finger, and his blood hit the glass as Gwyn’s lingered in the snow. He watched as Nesta used her sword, drew a line— just as Enalius had, all that time ago. The world blurred at the edges, and all he could focus on was her, gripping that shield and clutching her sword. She hadn’t known that Enalius had drawn a line, too. Didn’t know that part of the tale. 

In his bones, Cassian knew that he was watching his mate make her last stand. He’d promised her time— on that battlefield, he’d promised that they’d have time, and they’d been given so fucking little. It wasn’t fair, wasn’t right, that this was the way it ended, that this was how their story finished. 

He might have been screaming— might have been shouting, but his ears were ringing and his vision tunnelled as the first of her attackers rounded the corner and came into view— too many, there were too many of them and she was so vastly outnumbered that the odds were stacked against her. His tears were thick and fast, grief consuming him. Subsuming every facet of his being, a tidal wave of it, too terrible to bear, as he repeated the same word over and over again: Please.

***

The dead were scattered around her, and Cassian’s heart pounded. He didn’t mourn the loss of any of them. Didn’t grieve, because Nesta was still standing, and only one of them remained— but she was exhausted. He could see it in her face, in the set of her shoulders, and gods above, Cassian had been a warrior long enough to know when the fight was almost gone. Knew what it looked like when there was nothing left.

The snow fell heavily, the wind raged, as if even the elements were furious, didn’t want to see her meet her end this way.  Cassian raged too, barely feeling Azriel’s hand gripping his shoulder, not hearing the words the shadowsinger muttered by his ear. 

The nameless warrior lunged, and with one swift hit, knocked Nesta’s shield aside.

Her gaze followed, turning to see where it landed, and Cassian roared, almost upending the table as he shot to his feet. No, no no no— he knew what would happen the moment she turned her head, let her attention drift. The bastard knocked her sword away too, and Cassian could only watch, screaming, as his blade swung for her. She ducked— took a hit to the arm instead, and Cassian couldn’t breathe— couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t tear his eyes away.

I love you, he thought, but he might have said it out loud. Might have screamed it as the blade nicked her cheek. I love you, I love you, I love you.

Az swore as Nesta was knocked to her back. Her nose was bleeding. Her mouth, too. Crimson, stark against the snow and the ice. The warrior - who wouldn’t live long even if he survived the Rite - tossed aside his weapons as Nesta struggled to her hands and knees. More blood spilled, but she was a fighter— always had been.

His Nesta— his brave warrior heart, always.

“Can you read his lips?” Cassian asked numbly, a cold, ice cold fury running through his veins as he beheld the face of the Illyrian swinging for his mate. 

Azriel huffed a bitter, vengeful laugh. “He thinks she can’t take him in hand-to-hand combat.”

A vicious, cruel, smirk tugged at Cassian’s lips as, darkly, he answered, “He’s never fucking met her.”

“No,” Az agreed. “I hope she fells him with one good punch. I hope his skull caves in.”

Murderous, Cassian agreed. Nesta opened her mouth, and as Cassian leaned forward, he didn’t need Az to read her lips this time. Cassian could do it himself, as if he could hear her.

My mate taught me.

With trembling hands, Cassian reached out to brush the surface of the mirror again.

My mate taught me.

My mate.

***

“Don’t tuck your thumb,” he’d told her, oh, so long ago now.“You’ll break your fingers if you hit like that.” He watched her now— throwing punches just as he’d taught her.

That’s it, he murmured as she landed a punch that Cassian was certain broke the bastard’s nose. That’s it, just like that. Blood sprayed, but it wasn’t hers, and even though he’d seen battles turn in a blink, seen fortune’s wheel spin too many times to celebrate a victory before it was won— Cassian let himself hope, for one beautiful moment.

Only one— because in the span of a breath, in a single, stuttering, heartbeat, Nesta was on her knees, and this time she wasn’t rising— She crawled through the arch, breaking the line she’d drawn, and she didn’t realise, didn’t see, as the bastard behind her pulled a dagger from his boot, stepped forward, the blade glinting—  Cassian’s breath stuttered, and he didn’t have time to cry out, couldn’t so much as blink, before the Illyrian was lunging, and Nesta hadn't realised, was still on the ground, and— The world was spinning as he descended madly into terror, down and down and down as he saw her eyes, the blue and grey he’d die for— Saw her realise, far too late, saw the flicker of fear as the blade neared her throat and—

His eyes snapped closed, his world crumbling to dust.

A single, solitary tear slid down his cheek. I love you, he thought. I should have told you. Should have spent all these months saying it, proving it, because I love you Nes, and I don’t know how to live without you, how to breathe without you—

“Cass,” Az whispered.

No. He couldn’t— couldn’t see her lying bleeding in the snow. Couldn’t open his eyes.

“Cass,” Az repeated, shaking his arm. “She’s alright, Cass, look.”

Alright?

Slowly, he looked. The dagger the Illyrian had pulled from his boot was buried in his own neck, Nesta panting as she rested against the rocks. He didn’t try to hold back his sobs, then. Cared for nothing as he saw her, breathing, looking up to the top of the mountain, where there had been no flash of light. Emerie and Gwyn hadn’t left, had waited, and now there was nothing between his mate and her sisters.

Nothing to stop them coming home.

***

There would be no welcome party in Windhaven or Ironcrest or any other Illyrian camp for the Valkyries. Instead, Cassian barrelled down the hall towards the library, the House throwing open the doors before him, dizzy with relief and thanking every star in the sky, every deity he could name, that it was over. Done.

After days of agony… He saw them. Saw her, and though he engulfed all three of them in a hug that could have broken bones, it was her scent he was inhaling. Her neck he buried his face in. 

“Nes,” he said against her skin, pulling all three of them more firmly against him. They were filthy and tired, but healed and alive, and even Azriel stepped forward, swallowing thickly as Emerie mumbled something against Cassian’s shoulder, her words muffled. Gwyn huffed a laugh, and— home, home, they’re home. 

The lights flickered, even the House desperate to welcome its favourite residents, and as Gwyn and Emerie freed themselves from his grasp, Cassian was left only with a familiar touch against his cheek, familiar fingers drawing through his hair. 

Nesta.

His fingertips drifted across her jaw, down her neck and across her collarbone, palms skating down the side of her arms as he felt every inch of her. He cradled her face, overwhelmed and awed, breath catching as he felt her skin beneath his at last, and then, he was kneeling—

Falling to his knees before her, head bowed, in awe and pride and supplication. She had so many titles now— Lady Death, Valkyrie… Carynthian. She was everything, his entire world wrapped up in a bundle of sarcasm and sharp words, and when she curled her fingers under his chin, urged him to look at her, Cassian took her hand, weaved their fingers together and gripped it so tightly there wasn’t a force in the world that could pull them apart.

Not again.

“I love you,” he rasped. “I didn’t say it before— I never said it, and I should have—”

Nesta shook her head. Dropped to her knees too, taking his face between her palms, and when she whispered “Cass”, Cassian wrapped his arms around her, hauling her to his chest, so close that every part of her was pressed against every part of him. The blood from her leathers seeped through his shirt, right down to his skin, but her arms were around his neck, clinging to him, and nothing else mattered, nothing. He felt her tears warm on his neck, the sobs that cut her throat, and he held her as she fell to pieces.

He fell to pieces too, shattered entirely as they came apart together on the floor. 

Distantly, Az murmured to Gwyn and Emerie. Something about finding them bedrooms and something to eat. Cassian heard their steps as they walked away, but neither he nor Nesta moved, unable to part, unwilling to let go.

“I love you,” he said again, making up for lost time. Pressing a kiss to the crown of her head, he shuddered as he thought of how close he’d come to losing her. He didn’t have words for anything else. In an hour or so, he was certain he’d be falling over himself to tell her how proud of her he was, how awed and how lucky— but now, as his world began to knit itself back together, all he could manage was I love you, over and over again as she sobbed in his arms.

[weirdcultstuff]

Thank you for being people who have listened to my pain, and offered comfort and validation and kindness in return.

My current frustration with my trauma is that it stole so much of my brain space and energy and time. My childhood had a very real dark side, and it had never been acknowledged and once I started processing it and addressing it, it often felt like that was all there was. Lately I have finally (sometimes) been able to think about the truly magical aspects that were also there without them hurting as bad as they used to.

I’m frustrated that I was unable to enjoy the good parts of so much of my life because the bad took so much of me to handle it. I’m not done processing the bad/hard/painful stuff, obviously, I’ll probably never really be done. But at least I’m able to remember the good stuff too. I feel like I went from Only See The Good -> Oh God The Bad Was Very Bad Holy Shit Now What -> I See And Accept Both The Dark Undercurrent And The Way The Sun Shone On The Surface.

Wholeness, not utopian happiness or depression, yknow? Just wholeness. It all happened. I was sad, I was happy. There were blood and tears and pain, and also movie nights with apple dumplings and my mom painted flowers in the house and when I was like 11 my dad bought me a bike one day and it wasn’t even my birthday. I accept it. I accept it all. I feel finally like I’ve grown around the pain enough to carry it, at least most days.

So, thank you for being a part of that.

[bluexiao]

HI HI

my first time sending an ask but i saw u were asking for albedo brainrot and i will be sharing the brainrot that i had before pulling and albedo came home to me

(x reader tho and imposter albedo is also here so akdndn)

Royal au where crown prince albedo and noble! Reader are to be wed not for love but for yk politics and stuff

so reader gets to the castle and stuff and finds many secret passage ways in the castle. One of them leads to a hidden snow garden.

While exploring the snow garden they run into "albedo" whom was rlly shocked to find reader there.

Anyways "albedo" and reader start spending more time with each other there and whenever reader would encounter albedo outside(inside??) The garden, albedo would act clueless and reader would think it is because he wants to keep the garden a secret from anyone

Now we know imposter bedo wants to take albedo's place, that still happens here. It is why he keeps interacting with reader in the snow garden. And since reader has no idea of albedo's actual personality, they think that impbedo IS albedo.

Impbedo(is what i usually call him) does start to meet reader outside the snow garden causing more confusion between albedo and reader. And while reader would be hurt about albedo, impbedo— as albedo— would always comfort reader.

Ofc albedo is smart and realizes that theres smth going on even way back, but the recent events has solidified his suspicions. He has to act because someone is using his future spouse as a way to the throne. And as he thinks of the possible suspects he thinks of impbedo. As far as he knows, impbedo is locked in the castle dungeons. There was no way for impbedo to be able to walk from the dungeons and the various points in the castle. Still he takes his chance and goes to the dungeons to meet impbedo.

You see, as crown prince, albedo was sent to various places for his studies, political affairs etc. But impbedo has only been in the castle all his life. So he knows everything about the ancient castle, no matter how big it was.

Thats all i rlly brainrotted about and all i could remember since it has already been months since i last thought of this

Hope u'll enjoy it (and understand it, i dont have a great way with words TT) and you are very welcome to disregard this if you dont like it:D

Also i feel like i made it more abt impbedo than albedo i hope thats fine

i’ve been reading lots of manhwa lately….. AND THIS IDEA OH GOD JZKAKSKSKS YESS !!!!!!

but what if,,,, imposter bedo is actually albedo’s real twin?? or worse…. clone. like he’s a hidden son or smth by the emperor maybe to like be a “substitute” if crown prince albedo were to die !!?!? like ofc there will be others who will covet the throne,,, maybe the real albedo would go into an accident or so,,,,

tho why does the real albedo seem to be a villain here ksksks not that im complaining yknow

edit: also what if reader falls in love with impostor more than the real one,,,,